Grace – A Story

As the star-netballer verbally reduced the newcomer to the conceptual size of an ant, most of the team stood silent, one or two joining in on occasion. Taunts of weak throws, missed goals and no understanding of the rules issued forth from the star-player.

The newcomer sank lower and lower in posture. She would never measure up; never belong or be valued by the other players. Though she excelled in biology, was a marvel at chemistry, and astounding with physics, she could see much joy and affection beneath the veneer of criticism in the players. She longed to be part of the fun of the game she enjoyed, and the fellowship of the team.

A tall, well-composed woman walked onto the netball court, toward the group of girls. The taunting and verbal abuse grew more and more quiet, until silent, at the approach of the woman: elegant, yet humble in appearance and manner. The browbeaten newcomer to the team remained in a subdued stance.

The woman entered the circle of girls and, taking the star and the newcomer by the hand, drew the two girls into the centre. All were silent.

The woman gently but firmly declared to the star-player all she knew of the this one’s desire to head into the field of medical research; of the expectation and push of the girl’s parents to excel in sport above all else; of her sense of insignificance within the course of her own life; and the bitterness welling up from within as a result.

The woman then softly and definitively declared the value and vital contribution the new-comer had to offer the team; her innermost desire and knowledge of interdependence, unity and teamwork; her experience, insight and understanding of healthy relationship.

In response each of the two centred girls expressed their envy, each of the other, and their desire for relationship, acceptance, mutual value and unity – to be a team.

Throughout the remaining seasons and school days this team became family. Wholly accepting of, and committed to each other. Not for the status of the team, but each one sought the best for each of the others. The result being that each one’s personal, relational and aspirational needs were met…and the team became the most admired in the district.

 

And who was the mysterious woman? As she walked from the group of girls on that day long ago, her name was sought. The most unassuming of the team members declared, “That…was Grace.”

 

28/7/2014

Gina Marie

Grace

I see the struggle in your face, it shows

You’re mad and cross at grace, I know

To calm your fear, you try control

But fear’s driven out by love, that’s all

 

When other’s fail, you have no time

Acceptance comes when they toe, your line

But as God measures you by what Christ has done

So your measure of others will to Christ succumb

 

When the pride of your praise and abstinence fails

And you see your weakness is akin to ours

May the grace God bestows on you because He chooses

Flow to those you have judged and heal all bruises

 

22/11/2009  Gina Marie

The P Words

Set me free for love’s abandon

No longer bound to false affection

Have I not known the truth of love

Was all my story a lie thereof?

 

Set me free from false perception

Look at all through Love’s perfection

Was the beginning true and good,

But distorted by deception’s food?

 

It may be I will never know

The truth of all that we did sow

Or light may dawn some future day

Revealer of some or all our sway

 

The promise is for future goodness

Amazed at all that Love’s accomplished

Rejoice in peace and treasures growing

Announced, established throughout the trying

 

Persistent, patient, persevere

The triple ‘P’ I must revere

Encompassed in that lonely word

Endure, though seemingly absurd

 

 

5/6/2014

Gina Marie

Perfect Love, Casting Fear

Perfect love, casts out fear.

All your plans for me are good.

You will all my boundaries keep.

I will step where you have stood.

 

Help my unbelief, while trusting.

Even others, in your will decide.

You will still meet my provision.

See you working from the other side.

 

It’s hard! It’s hard! You know I want to.

You know I know you’re making sweet.

Everything works accordingly to,

Your purpose, pleasure; all complete.

 

I’ll never understand how coming

To your perfect good must be

So painful, cloudy, all-confusing.

Exhausted, lonely, messy me.

 

I know that faith is like a muscle;

Work it, stretch it, push, increase.

But adding onto faith and virtue’s

Not all that it’s cracked up to be.

 

And even Christ in humanness

Requested, if there ever be

A way to vict’ry over darkness

Other than what he could see.

 

But in his asking, full submission.

Never did he seek escape.

From end and goal, stayed fully focused,

On my release from my death state.

 

You’ve never said you like to punish!

Or see us with pain, inflicted on.

But when there is no other passage,

To life and light, then struggle comes.

 

I want to have an end-goal focus.

I cannot see those in between.

Lead me to the painful, joyful.

As all is goodness, unforeseen.

 

Gina Marie 17/7/2014

Individuality, Originality, Eclecticism, Truth

I do believe there is absolute truth. I do not believe that I comprehend all of it, but desire to process through all thoughts, ideas, programs, systems etc. that I may come across and check them against that which I believe to be true, have observed or experienced to be true.

I am thoughtful of wanting to give credit of any thought or process etc. with its point or person of origin, but I also find as I go on that I am a complex mix of all I have listened to, observed, learned from in some way. The older I get, the more difficult it is to say where thoughts and actions had their origins. Ecclesiastes in the Bible says that their is nothing new under the sun; we ALL are a mix of where we have been, what we have heard and observed, and our own individual stamp.

I’m enjoying a re-read of “Scribbling In The Sand” by Michael Card and wanted to share a quote from a letter he sought from Harold Best.

Your work will always be “out of” what you have somehow come across and “into” what others will eventually come across.

Thus dont’ be afraid to borrow the best and grow from the borrowing…The best artists begin by being influenced and end up influencing…

It is…finding others who themselves have found others who in turn have found still others, joining humbly and hungrily with this vast community, then seeing the difference that individuality has made all around you and praying that you will end up making enough difference to warrant your citizenship in the same community.

I want to borrow from you. I hope that you will borrow from me. I will endeavour to attribute to you what I have gleaned. I hope you will attribute to me that which you have “borrowed” from me.

I desire to be part of a humble, hungry, vast, community. Ubuntu from my African friends, grounded in Samvedna from my Indian friends.