Wednesday, September 01, 2010

little boat blown across the mighty Tasman sea

College worship today was framed around Jeremiah 18 and God the potter. We were offered a piece of play dough and invited to play as the service progressed. What was formed was laid on the communion table as an act of response, and then could be taken with us post-Benediction.

Here is my ponderings (thanks Sarah) …

… my little boat, blown by the wind of God’s Spirit. Echoes of Brendan the navigator, green the colour of this season in the church year that of growth in ordinary time. The backdrop a gift I gave myself a few years ago, that I have with me whenever I speak, as an evocation of grace and possibilities and God’s future.

Posted by steve at 05:04 PM


  1. Lake House?

    Comment by Ingrid — September 1, 2010 @ 5:08 pm

  2. Maybe Brendan was looking for this:

    Comment by Ingrid — September 2, 2010 @ 7:54 am

  3. Here’s your house in glass and high-tech version.

    Comment by Ingrid — September 2, 2010 @ 11:15 am

  4. Hi Ingrid,

    I only watched half this film, but I thought the Lakehouse was such a sad symbol. Designed by the father, an example of isolation, which was what the father then did to his children,

    Perhaps the symbol changed in the 2nd half of the film?


    Comment by steve — September 2, 2010 @ 2:20 pm

  5. Never thought of the Lake House as a symbol, just a beautiful structure in an ideal place. But your picture is the same thing in Blue, isn’t it?

    Comment by Ingrid — September 2, 2010 @ 7:00 pm

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