Veta Retreat Thoughts.
I havent posted a post for a while, oppss... But here I am! Back again!
Over the weekend I was on a camp for Vetamorphus SA. I did Vetamorphus last year and was lucky enough to get a chance to come back as a leader for them. While on the camp we were hit with some heavy thoughts and, even as a leader, I was challenged as to how I see the world and how people see me. One thing that really stood out to me came across through paper people. To start with we were asked if we have ever feared someone, or avoided someone... If we ourselves have ever mocked someone. We each got two, and we were asked to colour the first in with a colour that thinking about someone we have avoided made us feel. Then we coloured in the other one how we thought God saw that person. But I couldn't get over thinking what colour would someone be colouring if they thought of me?
A story was shared over the weekend about a man named Roger. Without going into details, Roger was bullied until he couldnt take life anymore and hung himself. So the question is, who is standing with the last, the least and the lost? Who are the people struggling in their life so much they cant take it? What right do we have to ignore them? The walk past them and let them feel like they are absolutely worthless crap? Who in this world in unseen? The people who have noone. The people who live each day wishing it was their last. Who will stand with the last? Who will stand up for the least? Who will guide the lost?
The other massively impacting thought spot was on the 2003 short film, "Most" (imdb). In this we see the sacrifice of Jesus and God so clearly portrayed through a single father and his son. The father works at a draw bridge, and opens the bridge for a boat to go past as there are no train's scheduled for an hour yet. His son is fishing down by the river when he sees the signs of a train coming, he tried calling out to his dad but isnt heard. The boy takes matters into his own hands and tried to pull the kill switch to lower the bridge back down for the train, but he misses and falls down the shaft into where the gears are kept. By this stage the father has seen the train as well as his son falling down the shaft. The father is faced with a horrific choice, lower the bridge and let the gears crush his son while he saves countless lives, or save his son and let the train crash into the water below. He chooses to lower the bridge and you see the anguish on his face as the gears are crushing his son. The train goes past, everyone seemingly oblivious to the fact the boy was tortured to save them. Everyone except one, a drug addicted women who sees the anguish on the mans face as she happened to look at her window. The film ends on the man wandering in a city, where he sees the woman who is no longer drug addicted but a mother to a young son herself. The sacrifice of being tortured and hung on the cross became so real in this true story film. The anguish of the father loosing his son to save others... Its not a 30 minuets you can shake off.
So that was my weekend for the most. It left me thinking and I hope in a way this blog has left you thinking too. God bless :)
Over the weekend I was on a camp for Vetamorphus SA. I did Vetamorphus last year and was lucky enough to get a chance to come back as a leader for them. While on the camp we were hit with some heavy thoughts and, even as a leader, I was challenged as to how I see the world and how people see me. One thing that really stood out to me came across through paper people. To start with we were asked if we have ever feared someone, or avoided someone... If we ourselves have ever mocked someone. We each got two, and we were asked to colour the first in with a colour that thinking about someone we have avoided made us feel. Then we coloured in the other one how we thought God saw that person. But I couldn't get over thinking what colour would someone be colouring if they thought of me?
A story was shared over the weekend about a man named Roger. Without going into details, Roger was bullied until he couldnt take life anymore and hung himself. So the question is, who is standing with the last, the least and the lost? Who are the people struggling in their life so much they cant take it? What right do we have to ignore them? The walk past them and let them feel like they are absolutely worthless crap? Who in this world in unseen? The people who have noone. The people who live each day wishing it was their last. Who will stand with the last? Who will stand up for the least? Who will guide the lost?
The other massively impacting thought spot was on the 2003 short film, "Most" (imdb). In this we see the sacrifice of Jesus and God so clearly portrayed through a single father and his son. The father works at a draw bridge, and opens the bridge for a boat to go past as there are no train's scheduled for an hour yet. His son is fishing down by the river when he sees the signs of a train coming, he tried calling out to his dad but isnt heard. The boy takes matters into his own hands and tried to pull the kill switch to lower the bridge back down for the train, but he misses and falls down the shaft into where the gears are kept. By this stage the father has seen the train as well as his son falling down the shaft. The father is faced with a horrific choice, lower the bridge and let the gears crush his son while he saves countless lives, or save his son and let the train crash into the water below. He chooses to lower the bridge and you see the anguish on his face as the gears are crushing his son. The train goes past, everyone seemingly oblivious to the fact the boy was tortured to save them. Everyone except one, a drug addicted women who sees the anguish on the mans face as she happened to look at her window. The film ends on the man wandering in a city, where he sees the woman who is no longer drug addicted but a mother to a young son herself. The sacrifice of being tortured and hung on the cross became so real in this true story film. The anguish of the father loosing his son to save others... Its not a 30 minuets you can shake off.
So that was my weekend for the most. It left me thinking and I hope in a way this blog has left you thinking too. God bless :)
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