“It’s all about ME”

“It’s all about me,” was written on the front and the back of the camper van I saw this morning in town, when paying one of my bills at the Post Office. Reading that put a smile on my face and I am wondering sometimes what people think when they see me walking along and grinning to myself.

“It’s all about me.” What do you make of it? Is it or is it not?

But please keep in mind that “it’s all about me.”

All of us have a mother, but it is not about my mother. All of us have a father, but it is not about my father. Some of us have a brother, but it is not about my brother. Some of us have a sister, but it is not about my sister.

About what is it then? It’s all about me.”

I am wondering if you remember the Negro spiritual that goes like this:

“It’s not my mother nor my father nor my brother nor my sister, but it’s me, Oh, Lord, standin’ in the need of prayer.”

WRITING COURSE

A writing course at Far North REAP in Kaitaia began last Tuesday.

Time: 10 am – 12.30 pm.

The tutor: Awardwinning Far North author Mr Mark Chamberlain.

The duration: Seven weeks, every Tuesday.

REAP is short for:

Rural Education Activities Programme.

THE ESSENTIAL CONNECTION

“Make meaningful connections, listen more …”, is the first of the five strategies suggested by researchers that will help us not to let winter get us down.

The second mentioned is, “Give of your time, and do something nice for a friend or a stranger.” (The Northland Age, Tuesday, May 21, 2019)

We are encouraged to find new ways to connect at home.

We are encouraged to find new ways to connect at work.

We are encouraged to find new ways to connect at school.

We are encouraged to find new ways to connect in our community.

Let me add one more connection.

This connection is not only meaningful, but essential. That is the connection with our creator and in order to connect with God we don’t need to find new ways, we find the way in the Bible. Listen to what we read in the Bible and get connected to God through our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

Why? Because our connection was interrupted in the Garden of Eden.