eveangelical.

ζωηγγελιος – ζωη – ‘life’ from Septuagint and ‘ἐυαγγελιον’ – good news, gospel messenger.

A woman of God who proclaims the good news of Jesus Christ, obeying Christ’s commission to make disciples of all nations by spreading God’s word to all people. As Eve and Adam were given authority by God to rule and subdue creation together, the eveangelical woman is redeemed in Christ to work alongside men and other women as a creative counterpart. They do not seek power or glory or authority for themselves but give glory to God in all things, men and women in mutual submission to their Creator, both made in His image.

The eveangelical woman gives respect to God–ordained authority and institutions – humbly accepting that we are all marred by sin – relying on God’s power at work in His people. Relying on God’s strength and wisdom she will use God’s gifts, as given to all His people, to build up and encourage the body of Christ. She will pray for God to increase her faith, to give her greater gifts, not to boast, but to serve God in any context to which she is called.

The eveangelical woman is made in God’s image and is purposed since the creation of mankind to give life to others, through physical birth, spiritual guidance, exhortation and encouragement, humble service of others in prayer and hospitality. She is not saved by these actions, but they are the gifts of God for the people of God, given to women and men to serve one another. But the highest calling is to proclaim new life in Christ so that all will turn to Him in faith.

She is humble in her speech but courageous in her actions, she is assured of her salvation though faith in Christ, and devotes herself to the study of God’s word and prayer. She relies on God’s strength made perfect in her weakness and is patient in suffering, dealing graciously with the weak and vulnerable to reflect the love of God to others. She is teachable yet discerning and grows in spiritual maturity by lifting others. Her life, created and redeemed by God, is life-giving and her reliance on God’s word as a source of comfort and strength becomes her witness and testimony to all who know her. She acknowledges God’s order in creation and seeks to emulate this by redeeming the day with her time and energy, as God is sanctifying the work of her hands. She will not want to place any person in the position that Christ holds as her Saviour.

The eveanglical woman values community and fosters genuine relationships with neighbours, family, friends and church community.  She depends on God who knows and loves her first, and delights in praises of God, not seeking undue praise for herself or honouring others above God. She is aware of her limits and readily makes sacrifices in her daily life, as she is led by reflective prayer, in the Spirit and the Word, though not by coercion or force. She discerns God’s will for her life and disciples and influences those within her sphere, desiring to enlarge God’s Kingdom. She continually gives thanks for the fruit of the Spirit working in the life of every believer, and the Spirit’s work in those to whom God is revealing Himself.

The Spirit of God has made me,
    and the breath of the Almighty gives me life. – Job 33.4

Castle of my mind

A woman’s mind is her castle.

I grew up and out of these ancient walls aglow with music and memories, buried bones under flowerbeds.

The tables fed my darling boy while I was out at sea, the halls lined satin waistcoats with ballad hospitality.

Where as a child I slept dreamily in the soft white principal suite, as a woman her soft words built up integrity.

The art inspired, the books provoked, the piano begged to be played…

Like the man climbing the ivy for the belle of the ball, we’ll build our minds and break down walls and then we’ll dance till three.

Our babes will bask in the afterglow, after all, we’ve been set free.

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The Women’s College, Sydney – 1892 –

 

 

Here Freedom lies

I’d lost the people I loved. In the midst of the daily decisions and jaw-clenching nightly invocation, all the notable ones were scarce and silent.  Anger, sadness, and pain rolled around my vital organs and stuttered my speech meditating on thoughts of misdeeds and words misspoken that persisted in my mind. Here lies life, the new day begets another. This solemn song is sung in chorus in palliative waiting rooms, tall stories forgotten and oft-loved ones replaced by diagnostic faces – with wry, stale smiles. A hand lies upon them, hemmed in front and behind, an eye for an ego, release in freedom lie.

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Terra Firma

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Down well-trodden trail
a chasm opens beneath
gazing down dreamily
the worlds of ancients meet
look down at all the hours and days
the rhymes, signs and verses
words and tokens exchanged
between us
The earth envelopes it
cast down to what lies beneath
all those endless numbered days
those staunch and bending ways
Now only soft firm ground lies
sighs gingerly between my feet
abundance of life groans
all around me
but yet I am still and quiet
longing for tomorrow once more

 

Featured image: Twig Bench by Alexia Wedding on Pinterest

How long?

All I long for is communitas
Missio Dei a valid task
How long, O Lord, can I sustain
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‘Clock face made by convicts – hospital for the insane’ Willow Court New Norfolk, Tasmania.

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“I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.”
Beryl Markham, West with the Night

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“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”
Kahlil Gibran

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“We’re going all the way ’til the wheels fall off and burn.”
Bob Dylan

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“You made me happy and you made me laugh, and if I could do it all over again, I would not hesitate. Look at our life, at the trips we took, the adventures we had. As your father used to say, we shared the longest ride together, this thing called life, and mine has been filled with joy because of you.”
Nicholas Sparks, The Longest Ride

Restoration

It’s the things that aren’t said that hurt the most.

I can hear the tower clock chime from my pillow

It is the only constant I hear.

But even this clock;

I envy the care and attention

it receives for its restoration.

I hope to have its constancy at heart.

Spiritus Sanctus:

‘O Holy Spirit, as the sun is full of light, the ocean full of water,

Heaven full of glory, so may my heart be full of thee.’

The Valley of Vision

Heavenly bodies

Vast and free twirling round

gazing down on a breadth of seas

For ancients’ sake boulders quake

and spread their plume and fume

in pillows of magnetic blue.

All this time we knew you

a firm sphere of life

revolution all around you

and yet it is not all

who tremble as you shake,

lie in your wake.

We’re one and all reliant on

the One source.

These heavenly bodies

are not far from it.

Constancy in our distance,

we stay our path, in safety.

No freedom flier

but remain, obey, rely.

One solstice past

orbits merged

an emergency flight path.

We cannot wish to undo

or change our place

for all order that surrounds

and lies floating in chaotic wait

will unleash their quiet laden weight.

Best to gaze on star’s light from afar.