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The Word of God is written on our hearts not in our hearts.  Our hearts need to be broken for the word to come in.

Spirit is God travelling incognito – us!

The Spirit breathes energy into our tired souls.  Sustaining anonymously until we know we need a breath of fresh air.  It’s when we feel breathless/”’I can’t breathe” – we cry out for fresh air and the Spirit rises to answer.  Ezekiel’s vision of dry bones. Yahweh a wind that comes like a rush of air àrevival of a group of people.  God will breathe within it.  Coming of the Spirit restored that nation, giving strength and resolve to its people.

Jesus told disciples – not the rules and regulations but the Spirit at the heart of his being that gave him energy to be who he was.  They didn’t get it.  Be empty, open, receptive, create a hospitable space in your heart for the Spirit to come.  Disciples spent time in prayer – not rushing around but waiting until the Spirit came. Pentecost came and they were ready, speaking in tongues. I will pour out my spirit on all people. Spirit descends in ‘tongues of fire – takes ‘nobody’ disciples and makes them somebody.  In touch with core passion – who we were created to be in the first place.  Desire to fulfil our potential.  Creates more light than heat – we won’t burn out if we are being true to who God created us to be.  Need to be our true selves authentically in any situation.

Engage with struggle. No one with an unmet need – glimpses of glory in community.  Disciples fought over distribution of resources – sought the power of the Spirit.  Greater collective and individual control.  In Acts – they choose 7 men who are strong in the Spirit.  All agreed to give power to the minority.  Marginalised given authority to have control and manage affairs for themselves ‘today scripture is fulfilled in your hearing’.  Spirit is not only working in us but working in others – no culture, church, tradition where Spirit is not already working.  Go with the flow.  Grieve when it ends and wait for the breath of fresh air to come again. Fruits of the spirit are love, peace, joyfulness, self control… à where the fruit is, that is where the Spirit is already working.  Arrogant to think it arrives with me. Work with a Spirit of forgiveness and compassion, follow the spirit of text rather than the law. Pray “God fill us with the Spirit that was in Jesus” – a spirit of love and justice.  We don’t have a monopoly on the Spirit but we need to be open/receptive to it.

“Sabbath Economics”… is the conviction that God’s creation is abundant, and that there is enough for all – if we live within the limits of our needs instead of by our cravings (p5)

Over the coming months the Footscray Girl Fridays will be reading Sabbath Economics: HouseholdPractices by Matthew Colwell and invite you to discern and discuss with us.

Chapter One: Surplus Capital

This chapter uses a great analogy of comparing an investment to a horse: “You can have a horse and use only what the horse produces (the manure); or you can use the horse itself, and not just what comes out of it.” (p25)

We often focus on the return of our investments but what are we actually investing in? How can we make the principle and the return work for the fulfillment of our values?

How many loaves have you?

 

(picture from: http://www.onlinegardenertips.com)


Talitha: (Unmarried/No dependents/Renting) I went as far as opening a trade shares account once but I could never quite bring myself to transfer money over to it.  There’s something scary to me about a million+ people ‘out there’ deciding the value of any given thing in the ‘market’ on a given day.  It is faceless and I’m giving the power to assign worth over to people I don’t know.  I even struggle with superannuation and insurance and a sense that these are first world constructs that replace community – if we live in a community where people look out for one another wouldn’t we provide for one another in need and care for one another if sick or old?  I don’t think I want to buy into that construct because it doesn’t feel like the ‘way it should be’, luckily I don’t have assets or dependents yet so I can stay on the fence a while longer!  Urban Seed  recently shifted their banking to be with mecu they have sustainable practices with economic, environmental and social outcomes such as tree planting to offset a car loan or buying land that is set aside for conservation to offset a mortgage.  I think I have a bit of a brain block about how much work it might be to switch banks, I think they sound cool but don’t change my own practice (in our chat last Friday we talked about printing out the boring paper work and completing it together so we’d have some support and accountability around this!).  Last year to boost the economy Kevin Rudd gave us all a tax break and Seeds/MannaGum ran a bit of a campaign called “Manna from Kevin” …here was some surplus income, how could we think deeply about how we spend it?  One couple put on a free breakfast for everyone who lived in their street – some thought the invitation was a practical joke but some really close friendships have grown out of that first shared meal together.  Another small group together decided to pool their stimulus package giving them $10K to create a job to pay someone half a day a week to do work in their community.  I thought about it myself for a long time – I’m not from a wealthy family and I don’t earn a lot now – $1,000 represents a large amount in my world.  What is my duty to my family?  what about those things I could improve in my own situation like replacing a fridge which is small and every shelf is broken and it doesn’t even stay that cold so milk goes off really quickly… I had to go through a bit of a process around reflecting on the fact that if I was going to give it grudgingly then I shouldn’t give it all, just spending it on myself would be as bad.  If I was going to give it away I should do so freely and joyfully – with open hands. This actually took a few months of praying about it, reading some of the bible passages that relate to money (Mark 12: 41, Luke 16, Matthew 20…), I started to hear the stories come in of how other people’s money was bringing about such good results… by this time I knew I wanted to give away my money too but I felt a bit embarrassed that I hadn’t wanted to do it straight from the start so I gave it all away without ever telling anyone about it – it went to a variety of things but one I have an ongoing connection with is KIVA  essentially they make microloans to people who would get turned down by a bank for being too small, or risky, or would take too long to repay – it’s often something small re-roofing their house or buying a bicyle so they can deliver flowers not just sell them at their front door to build their business – I like the idea of empowering people to change their own lives and once their initial loan is repaid I can choose to re-lend it to another borrower.  That initial ‘investment’ has allowed me to make 18 different loans so far. KIVA is US based I think, a quick google search brings up Australian sites http://www.microloanfoundation.org.au/ and http://www.opportunity.org.au/ that might be worth checking out…  I think the last few years has seen a huge shift in how I see money – I think it needs to move around or it becomes stagnant, good gifts go into gaps – keep giving, keep getting. I bless and am blessed and there is ‘enough’.  In the same way that money, as paper and metal, carries the value that humanity all agrees to rather than what it is materially worth, I’ve come to give it a different value of its worth in my life – it’s on the same level as any resource of time or skill that I could volunteer to something. Those aren’t resources you can ‘bank’ you just have to make good choices about how you use what you have at any given time.  Does that make sense?  Activist Philip Berrigan said “Hope is where your ass is”, well, I’m putting my money there too.

Naomi (Married/No dependants/RentingMy basic philosophy thus-far: work for fun not for money, don’t spend more than you earn and don’t worry your head off about tomorrow. I like it simple.

Having pretty recently got married, it dawned on me that it’s probably about time that I grow up and think a bit about money, money, money. We got the joint account … but it hasn’t progressed much further.

To get ahead in life, there are a lot of things I “should” be doing with my money – figuring out the tax breaks, buying a property or two, working a job that pays a decent wage and making my way up the corporate ladder, investing in the stockmarket. The thing is, in comparison to the majority of the world, I’m already ahead in life. Far ahead.

The money I have represents power. Every choice I make with what to do with my dollars, makes an impact. $2 milk at Coles, where the prices are down, sure is enticing to the hip-pocket, but is it the ethical choice? Rent or buy? Drop a few coins in to the busker’s hat, or not? And I haven’t got a clue what my super money is doing while I’ve got my back turned!

And so what do I do when faced with the overwhelming and over-my-head financial options? I put the paperwork aside and the decision making off for a rainy day.

So our Girl Friday chat was a refreshing breath of honest questioning. We can talk all we want about the concepts of Sabbath Economics (and believe me, I do want to chat & see it more!) but what does it mean for our real, daily actions with our money? None of us has it figured out, yet, but the corporate desire to make some headway is encouraging.

Check out Ched Myer’s article on the Biblical Vision of Sabbath Economics. I’m still working my way through it. Hope to comment more.

How’s this for sabbath economics and speaking to the powers?

Dedication

To you
I have given
I want to be with you
along the way you have chosen
To work
to flow the vital current of my life
towards our high vision.
To be about you
holding your being that I have not yet touched
near to the untouched hiddenness of me.
I need the wonder of you
that I have known
on magnificent mornings
to be fresh upon me;
and the smell of summer
to be in my blood;
and the lark-song that we have heard
on dry hot days on mountains
to beat in me
forever.

Eithne Strong

very Christian

A stranger stopped my friend and I yesterday as we were walking down the street to ask an inane question.  I said something unkind about him once he’d left. My friend smiled and said, “Sometimes you are very Christian, and sometimes you are so not.”

My smile twisted and became wry, “No. I’m a Christian all the time,” I say, “…sometimes I’m better at it than others.

342 PACIFICA 19 (OCTOBER 2006)
Vignette, Janet Turpie- Johnstone

Growing up by the wild seas of our Southern Ocean. Deep green waters, that are both terrifying and beautiful, in one. Deep green waters that disappear over an unseeing horizon. Local yet universal. Familiar yet strange. Portland was and is my “home”. A place of pain and of joy. On every return home, is to revisit all the pangs of childhood and adolescence. It is like a rehearsal for some play, going over the old so as to know the new. Experiencing it all again and again, feeling the sting of the salt of old wounds, weaving them into the fresh, making life vital and real in the now. How easy it is to just respond as habit teaches, I know this, I have been here before. Habit is part of the mix, but it is not the whole and each habit needs to be refreshed so as not to become the whole. Stale and hard, salted out of life, or fresh sprinkled lightly with some zest, is the offering I make. On looking back I look inwards, and find that the secret journey is the real one. The one from inside, the one from where I know I am alive, where I transform the habits into reality. Where I call to this world, “I am that I am”. There is no need for any other explanation, I just know that I am. How Biblical, but how cheeky. There the familiar and the strange, coming together in the story of one woman’s life.

Think it’s a pretty important part of the journey to re-visit where you came from and reflect on how far you’ve come, this first ‘home’ can act as a bit of a lodestone drawing us back to the roots of our identity and the formational experiences that led us to become who we are.

Some reflections on “Terra Nullius”

What does it mean to be ‘somebody’? There is an irony in the indigenous people here believing the colonisers to be ghosts and the colonisers ‘not being able to see’ the natives. To take what is there, then take more than what you need is to create imbalance between people, the Spirit and the land. A synergy lost. Disease. Dis-ease. Can we truly be comfortable living here with the history of this land? Settlement. What does it mean to be settled? Maybe in the same way the land was ‘nobodies’ it was ‘anybodies’ – like the ocean, like clouds… if you love something you have to let it go. How much is there to be gained in letting go of control/ownership of the land? There is a quote on the wall at the Jewish museum which says “if you do not have land, but have memory of land, then you can make a map”. The land is something carried in the heads and hearts of the indiginous people – how are they allowed to live out what is in their heads and hearts? Hospitality in this land is not reciprocal, we need to make space to receive what they want to give us – not prescribed expectations.

Staff conference day – 1 July

Check out Marcus’s blog entry on the Questions of Jesus which explains why Seeds is based on queries and advices.  None of us has all the answers but we can be good company for one another while we try and work it out!

This morning made my way to Melbourne Town Hall at 4.15am for the StreetCount – it’s my third year now.
80 volunteers canvassing the city 4.30-7.30am counting those experiencing primary homelessness or “sleeping rough”
23 people were interviewed and 36 observed, down on the c. 100 of other years. A sign of improvement or do people avoid the count?

Indian Store manager at Macca’s on Swanston Street really engaged with us, pointing out people as they came in – “You need to talk to him.”  He knows who the regulars are – “he’s been here 6 months now”.  They are part of the rhythm of his work, the store is open 24 hours and they clean at c.6am.”Oh, they all leave while we clean and then they come back – give it twenty minutes. He asked us what the survey was for? what it was supposed to achieve? “I have offered to find them a job, I can find them a place to stay if they are willing to share but they say ‘I am okay’, I do not know how to help them if they do not accept my help. I will pray.”

I didn’t know what to think of such generosity and perhaps the punters don’t either…

Of the 7 counted by my partner and I, two were asleep, two we interviewed and three declined to participate – of these, only one wasn’t in/near Hungry Jacks/Macca’s.  It makes me think twice about  representative capitalist power of the 24 hour- junk food joints, for the person missing the last tram or who just has no where else to go these fast food meccas offer a haven of warmth and safety.

One man we interviewed in Hungry Jacks flinches as the street sweeper goes by, “it’s so noisy… I haven’t slept…”  This man is 55, his health is deteriorating – Type 2 diabetes, sleep apnoeia, high blood pressure and a heart condition. He was discharged from the hospital at midnight and has hung out here for the intervening hours.  Some have turned away from the formality of our fluro vests and clipboards before we even say hello but this man is eager, hungry even, to speak with us and share his story.  He has been married, had kids, was on the school board for 5 years and ran his own small business – his grief is palpable as our questions probe the reasons behind his circumstances – the questionnaire doesn’t ask particularly personal questions: age, type of shelter, how long have you been there… but this is his life.  He cannot understand how his life came to this. He does not understand how a society he has strongly felt a part of and contributed to now feels so far removed. I don’t believe I understand it either. “What is there for my demographic? It is easier for a woman to get housing, or if I had a drug or alohol problem I could get help tomorrow… I am none of these things. I pay my rent. What help is there for me?” A food voucher for $30 quarterly, a night of accommodation at the Gatwick – these are piecemeal placebos for the people searching for home.

He’s not the God of answers; he’s the God of questions.  He uses events of history to interrogate us and ask us how we will live and deal with them.

– Franciscan monk speaking after the earthquake that damaged the Basilica of At Francis of Assisi in 1997 (cited in “Ally” by Karen Traviss)

Although technically the SAF event is on this weekend coming up (6-8 May) I hosted one at my house a week early so that Sarah could come – a community friend of mine who will be helping to prepare and serve food to guests this Friday.

I saw Sarah Wednesday and she asked “ooh, is there any chance I could try hangi?”, hmm… once I explained about digging the pit, huge bonfire, volcanic rock etc. it quickly became clear that it wasn’t going to be viable to pull together on short notice but we went with the NZ theme and had NZ cheeses & chutney, kumara & camembert cakes for an entree and salmon for a main with chocolate brownie for dessert (made with Whittakers naturally) and yoghurt flavoured with fijoa and manuka honey to take the edge off… just a little bit fancy!  Complemented by thyme and chillies from our garden – I had been shamefully neglecting my lawn but on the flipside we have three chilli plants! I’m sure if I had known they were there and tried to tend or water them they would have died off early… so procrastination is sometimes rewarded!

Sarah’s daughter Bella had us all drawing and, I will confess, no one resisted terribly hard – it was fun to have an excuse to be creative whether by our own inspiration or Bella’s firm requests! 🙂  Although everyone had pretty much met before, it was great to bring everyone into the room together and have some intentional time to get to know one another better.  From Lyn and Lyds fighting it out over who could go more chillies (those babies are HOT!), to laughing over my serving two types of potatoes with Aly who is Irish and thinks you can never have too many – it was a really fun night.

I guess the aim of these events is about stretching ourselves beyond the circle of who we know and who is familiar and reaching out beyond that circle.  Someone told me yesterday that English is one of the only languages that has the word “perfect” and its surrounding definitions of being very difficult to achieve.  The next closest word in other languages is “whole” – I think there’s something in that… remember, strangers are fiction…