When Calls The Heart

I love a cheesy show. I love all the bad things ending with a happy ending and it’s one of my guilty pleasures along with musicals, pride and prejudice and The Godfather films. Last night in North America, the TV programme “When Calls The Heart” aired the season finale. One of the main characters died. I am a geek and love following the stars on Social Media. The abuse and vitriol thrown at these people because of what happened on the show is incredible.

Now I can understand getting sucked into a programme so much that you feel it’s real life – I did it with The West Wing, when Zoe Bartlett was captured. I was expecting BBC News to give an update! That taught me so much.

I have a few shows that have pulled me in  so much that I have the DVD box sets – Friends, The West Wing, Brothers & Sisters and Rizzoli & Isles. But never would I ever think to send a message to the stars, if not to thank them, for what happened on their show.

Last night just proved some things to me, from what I can see and have experienced, we in the Western  World don’t know how to deal with death. we are really good at celebrating life – death not so much. It makes us uncomfortable. We don’t know what to say to someone who is dealing with death and bereavement. I now I have read and written about it before. Were all those people angry because of the show plot or because it means that they have to deal with a sentiment that they don’t like. It makes us uncomfortable and means that we have to face the questions about who we are. It means having the tough and lonely nights and it can mean losing connections with people because they don’t understand or don’t want to be around.

I was taught by my parents that death is not the end and in many ways it’s a celebration. I was never not around it – my parents conducted and officiated lots of funerals. I now can testify that until you are in the midst of a close and personal bereavement – you can’t or wont fully understand it, because it is the end of one part but the beginning of a whole new you.

So, I reckon those people watching the TV last night and seeing the processing of Jack’s death aren’t angry because of him leaving, but are angry because they felt emotions they don’t understand. Me – I will see the episode when it appears on Netflix and I will cry like I do for a cheesy tv show, but I will also grieve the people I miss and love and again I shall embrace that moment of longing.

when-calls-year-four

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Downgrading a Dream 

So I know I only wrote a couple of days ago, but I have this thought going around in my head. It’s something that happens easily to me. Close my eyes and “BAM” I need to write something down. (I started this post at 12.05am last night)

I love the word vulnerability but I think sometimes it can be seen as a negative idea. I used to think that too and the more I go on this journey of social media and life I realise that being vulnerable is okay; but not as a tool searching for sympathy. It’s about being who I am in the good and the bad. It’s about honesty in my dreams for myself and ministry and when that doesn’t happen how I see it then allowing myself to be me in front of people who may not care but need to see that there is strength in vulnerability.

Today my fear of looking vulnerable (and weak!) saw me downgrade a dream I have. A dream for me and the ministry I am involved in.  Just so you know – I don’t have a car provided and that’s strange to some people. I am okay with that but I do wonder if it would make life easier for ministry and it definitely would for me personally.

Now I need to say that this is not a plea for a vehicle but just me explaining myself.

Here is my ultimate dream car – driving around the streets of sunny Italy in this would be amazing.

My dream car
My dream car

Here’s what I think are sensible ideas for ministry in Rome.

sensible option
sensible option
great idea
great idea

This is what I think would be the most useful for getting the message out about The Salvation Army in Italy but impractical for outreach as its only a 3 door vehicle!

The PR Machine
The PR Machine

And here’s what I reckon I might end up with for darting around the city.

the possibility
The Reality

Now the vulnerability bit is trusting God that He has the time & provision sorted and exercising that belief & not posting random statuses asking if someone has money they want to give me for a scooter.

Downgrading the Dream is believing that the ministry is only ever going to need a scooter and not the minivan or Hackney carriage (& I genuinely believe both are needed)

I suppose the point is that in the strength of my vulnerability I need to believe in a God that will supply my needs and not my wants. A God who understands my heart and will help me to see His ministry as something I am involved in  Not downgrading the dream to fit the circumstances of where I am, but rather enhance my belief in a God of the Impossible.

So back to dreaming and I might as well got for it – I am upgrading my dream to this:

Upgrading the dream
Upgrading the dream

 

What dream have you downgraded recently to remain calm & sensible instead of vulnerable and a little wild?

 

Definitions and Hashtags

So I am writing this because I don’t understand but the hash tags that end in #….porn like food-porn; cloud-porn bike-porn etc. Why would we associate something that is obviously not helpful to our world with things that give us such joy? I mean food and clouds and bikes and homes. Just saying – I really don’t understand where the Hash tag came from but even less so the association of these wonderful events and the horrible world.
If someone wants to explain it to me, please do? I am not saying this for controversy but because I genuinely don’t understand. Maybe you also have some thoughts on this.

So with this definition from Dictionary.com I understand a little more,

television shows, articles, photographs, etc., thought to cater to an excessive, irresistible desire for or interest in something:a magazine filled with enticing food porn; an addiction to real-estate porn

but it still makes me skip a photo on Instagram or Facebook or Twitter….. Have i got it completely wrong or is it because I have worked with those involved in the Commercial Sexual exploitation for years that this has now affected me?

I am aware that for the last 12 years of my life having worked with those who are paid to act out the horrible scenes of porn and having read so many articles and books and spoken to many victims that this is a real horrible thing.

recently 50 shades of Gray has made again “porn” a mainstream issue and whether you agree or not that it is or not “mummy porn” doesn’t mean that it’s always a good thing.

I love my language and I particularly love words that are used properly but I am also aware of the way that language has developed. I remember returning from Italy and “bad” meaning something was good. Has that happened with the word “porn”? maybe I am getting old (well I am) but I still don’t understand how this can be okay in the long run. I am not a prude in any way at all, but I do believe in watching what I am saying.

Please tell me what you think. Tell if I have got it all wrong. tell me if I am talking “twaddle” ( fabulous word not used enough in my opinion) . Tell me what you think I should hear or know.

You see I think this can only go the wrong way (as far as I can see, it hasn’t happened yet) but one day the hash tag will be used and life will get even messier in the Social Media world. I can see it know, a photo of your local church with the hash tag #ChurchPorn . Maybe I am pushing it a bit far.

anyway happy #Hashtag day