There are plenty of mammals, sky and sea dwelling creatures which help each other out. I think there’s a bird or insect which cleans some water buffalo and flies keep the world’s garbage dumps down. Then there are tiny goldfish looking things which nibble dead skin cells of large fish and human toes. It’s pretty awesome what goes on around us. Living things unique, amazing and so beautiful.
And then there are pandas. You kinda wonder what God was thinking. They’re slow, lumbering, clumsy things with no obvious benefit to the earth. They sleep and chew on bamboo shoots all day. Maybe they are around to keep the bamboo population in check.
Baby pandas were recently released into the main sanctuary at a panda haven somewhere in China. I thought the party looked cute.
I think they should be called pandalets instead of cubs.
They all seem to be looking for food.
Pandas are here to be ooohhed and aaahhed over. I think most of you reading this all thought the 2 frames above were cute. Such huggable things.
God has a sense of humour. I think he was just exercising his creative comedic genius when he made the panda. They were made for his joy and enjoyment.
I think as an artist we sometimes get overwhelmed by the world and we start to doubt ourselves, what we do, who we are and, hesitate in our creativity. Or we swing the other way and hide behind our Church walls for fear of being conformed by the world if we ever tried to create. I think we need to trust that God’s Spirit will direct us. Know that God is bigger than this place and not be run by fear. Sometimes we just have to create because we love it and we need to create for ourselves. Because when we make something, anything, with our hands, our mind, our words, we glorify our original Creator.
I’m beginning to let my faith fuel my creativity and my creativity to encourage my faith. It’s a slow beginning. But it is there and I feel it. Slow, like a panda.
She looked cute in pink. Bundled up in soft warm baby clothes. Gaping eyes, black and bright. Hair that had more than a mind of its own. Ruddy nosed from all the crying. My new baby sister.
She flew off to university today and I’m going to miss her immensely. I think God is going to take her on a good journey. I trust Him and I have faith in that.
From my wife’s blog :)
We sent off Emma to the airport today.
I’ve been in youth groups since I was 11 and let me tell you, when you send someone off, nothing changes. It never gets easier. Each life matters. Deeply. In its own way.
You get a sense with each one, too. A sense of what’s coming, of the challenges ahead, and occasionally of what you feel God might just do in their lives. It’s exciting, but it’s all so tentative. Nothing feels certain—like it could go either way. Like a hunch. “Maybe it’s just a hunch,” I often mutter in my head. Or maybe it’s from God. Maybe it’s even direction. For the person. For me. Direction on how to pray for the person? Yeah, that sounds about right…
I remember when Daniel left for uni 2 years ago. In the summer of 2007 we had gone on our first (and only!) mission trip together. He hadn’t said this to me, but he’d said it to Sarah: “I really want to get right with God this year.” Now, the last few years hadn’t been laced with every sort of evil; but there’s no doubt that Daniel had been testing waters farther and farther away from the shore. And during that trip he had decided it was time to come back home. Home we went, and again, there was that feeling of tentativeness. Would his words last more than one post-trip week? Two? Three? How about a year? Or would we have gotten our hopes up for nothing?