March 18, 2011

I am a migrant

I am a migrant.

I have moved to a new land and I am learning to live and love in this new place.  To be grounded and centred here.

I listen to Dave Dobbyn’s Welcome Home and it COULD be more my song here than it ever was in the land of my birth.  Because it is gift for migrants: a generous welcome to a new land.  I could watch the DVD and cry.

Why? because he walks (literally) past shops i used to walk past daily and weekly (94-03) and i loved those places.  Lived and loved among those people.

Why? Cos i used the song in worship (Back to Church Sunday 2009) and it was good, very good, and i miss the creativity of shaping such services that are designed to be connective for people who don’t usually find themselves in church.

Why? Cos i wish Dave (Paul?) would sing that song for me here.  Yeah, i know, “a woman with her hands trembling, “haere mai”” probably doesn’t work so well here… i think it’s the “you have sacrificed much to be here” that i especially could cry at.  Because Dave understands that even though those migrants are glad to be in NZ, even though the refugees have struggled to get away from their country of birth, still it is a sacrifice and deep loss to leave one’s home. 

Yes, this land is beautiful and there is much to enjoy.  And I do.  And I love the fact that Aussies love their land. 

No, I am not glad i live here and therefore missed the earthquake/s.  I wish the earthquakes hadn’t happened.  I am thankful my family and I are safe.  But if i am totally honest i don’t know if i could have come here had i pre-known the pain that lay before my city, my whanau.

My white face blends in well with others around me.  But i am not the same.

I am here because we believe it is where God has called us to be.  We love the beach.  We love the vineyards (ok, not so sure the kids do).  We are lucky to live in this beautiful place.

But I still call New Zealand home.

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March 07, 2011

A communion for Christchurch (6/3/11)

The body of Christ- broken

God understands brokenness

God in Christ was broken

God the Father mourned the loss of his Son


With this bread, broken

We remember Christ’s broken body

and we give thanks.


God understands brokenness

and God brings restoration and wholeness.


In Colossians 1 we read of Jesus Christ: “everything of God finds its proper place in him without crowding. Not only that, but all the broken and dislocated pieces of the universe—people and things, animals and atoms—get properly fixed and fit together in vibrant harmonies, all because of his death, his blood that poured down from the cross.”  (The Message)

and so we drink from this cup and remind ourselves and each other

that in God

all the broken and dislocated pieces of the universe

WILL be properly fixed and fit together in vibrant harmonies.

Not as they were, but as they will be.



God,  thank you that you understand brokenness

That you know what it is like to experience deep pain

That you grieve with us in our brokenness

And thank you that in you there is hope of restoration

of lives restored

of people and places put to rights.


We remember your death and resurrection

and pray your resurrection life for us, for this city



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