A hundred billion bottles

I once suggested the rule of thumb "If someone else is saying something in a better way than you can say it, just say what they're saying instead." Well recently I've been close to writing a song / poem / monologue about a realisation I have had, and tonight, after properly listening to the words of a very familiar song for the first time, I realised that someone else has had that exact same revelation before me.

Just a castaway
An island lost at sea
Another lonely day
With no one here but me
More loneliness
Than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair

I'll send an SOS to the world
I'll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle

A year has passed since I wrote my note
But I should have known this right from the start
Only hope can keep me together
Love can mend your life
But love can break your heart

I'll send an SOS to the world
I'll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle

Walked out this morning
Don't believe what I saw
A hundred billion bottles
Washed up on the shore
Seems I'm not alone at being alone
A hundred billion casatways
Looking for a home

I'll send an SOS to the world
I'll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle

Sending out an SOS

Greatness comes not just from realising who you are, but subsequently realising who everyone else is too.

Last Week

Its been a busy week of evenings for me at church recently.

Monday was the wealth creators course.
Tuesday Intercession & Impartation.
Wednesday was the freedom in Christ course (as part of D-group).
Thursday D-group leaders' D-group.

Friday I was free so I went for a night out down the pub with the lads. Jovial banter, some epic games of pool and then deeper conversations ensued as the alcohol had its socially lubricating effect. Tony and Paul* had only met a few times before but they both knew me really well.

Tony (from church) got dumped by his girlfriend the other day, which was all the more harsh considering his dad passed away just a couple of weeks before. He was pretty pissed off, and we really felt the full force of this. Yet it was absolutely the right context for this to happen; he was amongst people who he could connect with who cared about him. Paul (not from church) was able to counsel Tony as he lost a parent a couple of years ago. It was beautiful. We all really benefitted from the evening.

I realised that as far as the mission of our church is concerned; to connect deeply to people and see them set free; more had been accomplished on the Friday night than any of the others, yet it was entirely separate to church. Perhaps we need to reconsider our priorities?


*Considering I have not asked their permission, I have not used their real names.

What language do you speak?

It is only when your vocabulary and mine overlap that we are able to communicate.
My main languages are english and D'n'B. What are yours?
Perhaps you should learn another?

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