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Privilege

Hmm.. I am realising that I am very privileged. Lets put aside the economic bit here.. lets take it as read that I am proper proper blessed to have all the stuff that I have, but I want to blog about people.

I started a year long training programme with the interns from a couple of local churches today. We drank a LOT of tea, and heard a wealth of stories. As each person shared their journey I felt like I was being given another piece of fine china to look after, each piece beautifully and uniquely decorated. For a moment (follow the metaphor if you will), I was tempted to get out the plate hooks and prepare a piece of wall.. but I realise now that as unique and precious as this china may be, its made to be eaten off. Its made to have gravy liberally poured on it, to be scraped by knife and fork, to be washed again and made ready for re-use. These young people are not in the programme to be stared at and closely guarded. Their role is essential to God's great feast..

Those of you who have known me a while might also recognise that, in all this, is a fulfillment of God's promises.. what a privilege to be part of a bigger story!

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jeff said…
:-) I like.
You will bless them so much. and they will bless you so much.

i'm excited for them and you
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