Day 7, part 2 of 'Peddling the Dirt - Baltic Germany' has been posted over at lunch.lt. Pop over and take a wee read.
Hello. I am going on an adventure. I will riding my bicycle across the USA & Canada. This means during the southern hemisphere winter or 2017 things at 'late for supper' will be a bit quiet.
If you want to know where I am and what I am up to, follow this link or click on the picture.
niveous mist wisps and winds through steeples tall, along
cobbles flat and up your trouser leg. women cower on buses
gloves and bags. Michelin kids slip and slide
wide-eyed tasting skies of their failing flaying youth
the haves shop until they drop and have-nots drop at the shop
collecting alms doing no harm, but spoiling foiling illusions of
'good tidings for you and your kin'
street windows, flat screens, screaming wars, on the hour every
hour, Aleppo letting go
downloaded and freeloaded an aroma kicks the coma. Coffee to
see, to set free, my tunes, iTunes, oh it's such A Beautiful Life.
a cross on a spire, a flurry, a story, an electric fire. Santa calls,
snow falls, the barista waits, Jesus weeps
daylight sleeps, darkness creeps, chills spill, dammit this planet
stops a spinning, no one's winning, no one notices
Christmas effortless meaningless, unless of course your horse,
your saviour entered this tragically, magically juxtaposed hard-
nosed space & place
to rescue men [and possibly women too] from their sorrowful
pitiful sinful ways
this Yuletide faze, this yearly craze,
it's rather a random kingdom
Jan Bernard Struik
I loved reading this book. On one hand the story read like looking through a family photo album full of our favourite people. On the other hand it was a simple personal story full of lots of tidbits on pastoring, church planting and kingdom living. From cover to cover Jan Bernard's writing is laden with the sweet and subtle presence of the Holy Spirit.
I will not give this book a rating. If I did it would be a 10 out of 5. Jan Bernard and Tineke are dear friends of ours and I cannot separate our love for them from the literary value of Jan Bernard's written journey.
Brilliant ending. This is one of those books where I felt compassion and love for all the characters, but couldn't find myself to like them. The story is excellent and so very sad with many beautiful subplots. The subject of Mormonism was both fascinating and delicately handled. Sometimes the book was written with the forced prose of a first novel, but this was quickly lost in the richness of the characters. And again there was that ending that led me searching for more chapters and scamping to Goodreads to see what other people thought.