Category: the art of discipleship


Icon at Dwell, Ascot Vale

Narrative Theology #1: lyrics

Today’s word is Teacher, Kaiwhakaako, the title given to Jesus in the gospels. I think I spend more time unlearning than learning these days this great poem by Padraig O Tuama speaks to this, you can hear him read some of it here.

And I said to him
Are there answers to all of this?
And he said
The answer is in a story
and the story is being told.

And I said
But there is so much pain
And she answered plainly
Pain will happen.

Then I said
Will I ever find meaning?
And they said
You will find meaning
Where you give meaning.

The answer is in story
And the story isn’t finished.

The question is not where but now
there question’s never finished
or exhausted
and the answers in the asking
not the answer
the answer’s in the breathing of the question
in the love of holding onto
what was never whispered never seen
but what we dreamed of in the morning
then forgot while venus hid

the answer’s in the living not the knowing
the answer’s in the telling of the story
in half forgotten memory
and all unfinished stories

the answer’s in the showing time of senses
the answer’s in the question
in the learning
in the fading page of writing
in the letter sent to lovers
in the paying for the other
the answer is the generous

is the truthing

the absolutely truthful anger

and forgiving is the giving of what you don’t deserve
it’s what I’ll serve because you’re hungry
even though you may not know it

the answer’s in the living and the dying
in the trying for redemption on an empty hill of crosses
it’s the shoring up of hope and the gathering of losses
it’s the looking for companions in the hills and in the glens
it’s the waking up and walking up and starting up again
the answer’s in the living
and the trying.

And I said to the wise man,
what is the answer to all this
And he said the answer’s in the story
and the story’s just unfolding. 

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from hymns to swear by, released March 17, 2010all rights reserved

A modified version of this poem can be found in ‘Readings from the Book of Exile’ (Canterbury Press, 2013)

The wairua moved over the face of the water – it saw plastic, sea life struggling, coral bleaching, sea levels rising in the islands til there is no clean water to drink, no food to eat, and it wept and wept… then, in pools and lakes, glaciers and rivers, raindrops and tears – a reflection of someone determined to fight. #spirit #wairua

#enter #tomo

Yesterday, I headed out the backdoor to hang out the washing and heard a loud buzzing of bees. Looking around above my head, I notice that our ivy-covered shed (also known as The Hobbit Mound) is abuzz with activity. There must be 100 bees there dancing and drinking.

I google, worried we have had a hive migration but it’s simply that ivy is an autumn necessity for bees and we have an abundance. When a bee finds a good stash, it goes and does a waggle dance back at the hive to let them know where to get the good stuff. At this time of year, over 80% of what they collect might be from ivy and the nectar is 50%+ sugar. This can be what keeps a hive alive through the winter.

We know insect populations are struggling, but today that feels hard to believe – they are everywhere, they are loud, they are a beautiful sight.

#signs #hetonu

I’ve been thinking about how to mark celebrations recently as balloons, party poppers, confetti and glitter seem to be becoming things of the past as plastic becomes increasingly taboo.

This is a range of gum leaf confetti: pink, green, rainbow, gold… native, natural and bright.

Let plastic be taboo… but not joy. Not the part of you that is whimsical, playful and seeks to celebrate life. Find new ways to do the same old things #celebrate #whakahari

Be served by this. This green. The lushness and the hush. Let your eyes drink the beauty and your soul the silence. There is no work today.  #mahiano #serve

Lent word: Command

Tell the stones to become bread? Nah, I will ask that Mountain. It is witness. It will know. #command #kīia


I will lead you into the wilderness and I will allure you. In the still and quiet places you will hear my voice calling you. Calling you home. #wilderness #koraha

Lent word: Led

ash wednesday crosses are tucked into the edge of a mesh fruit bowl lent 2020

Where will all this lead?

#led #arahina #lent2020 #photoaday

We enter a new season

It’s getting darker in the mornings. It feels portentous. We are at the beginning of Iuk (Eel) Season, when the hot winds stop and the temperatures cool. The days are getting shorter – equal length with the night – but we know that will shift towards darkness.

This is the time to savour the harvest fruit, enjoy the last blooms, and store up what we can against colder and leaner times to come. The word Lent comes from the Old English lencten (lengthen) because it’s observed in spring, when the days begin to get longer but that is not so for us here. Time is running out. Can you feel it? Share the joy of a common table now… Share pancakes.

an abundant heaped pile of warm pancakes

The tradition of Shrove Tuesday arises out of using up fat and yummy things before the fasting of Lent, using up anything that might go off in the 40 days that you’re not allowed to have them. On this day, we are meant to confess and be forgiven (or shriven), starting Lent with a clean slate and I wonder…

I have sometimes been flippant about what we give up for Lent. As if the idea is to make us think more about God in the sense of: “Oh God, I’d kill for some chocolate right now”. But what if it can be a chance to re-set, a chance to work for that balance of day and night in equal parts in other areas of our life. I find looking at ‘What to give up for Lent’ lists a daunting read. From chocolate or social media to negative thinking or laziness.

The previous season to this was Biderap, the time of year when the rivers are most likely to run dry and the risk of bushfires was highest. What does it look like to drink your fill now the river runs again? What does it look like to think about investing in what safe space look like? Or rebuilding? The leaf litter and undergrowth have been cleared, the air is clear of smoke, maybe this the furthest you have been able to see in a long time. Maybe this season has clarified something about what matters most to you and invites you to commit to that. What will we let go of and what will grow anew in this season?

bright red shoots of regrowth starting to peep out of a charred and black tree trunk
Photo credit: Jacob Bolton