posted on June 20, 2011 in Blogs, Columns, Miscellaneous, The Messy Table
Lucy Moore started what she called Messy Church near Portsmouth, England in 2004. It’s a great idea – gather a group of parents, kids and everyone else who wants to come along for some good old fashioned hands-on crafts, cooking, and worship.
posted on September 1, 2010 in Blogs, Connie Purvis, Malawi 2010
“Farewell, farewell, but not forever!” the Malawians sang as the Canadians began, one by one, to vanish into Chileka airport security.
Elusive pachyderms in Majete National Park.
posted on September 1, 2010 in Blogs, Connie Purvis, Malawi 2010
“What do you most want to see?” asked our guide, Raphael, who looked all the world like a gun-toting Peter Pan.
“Elephants!” came the communal cry.
Seeing Presbyterian dollars at work.
posted on September 1, 2010 in Blogs, Connie Purvis, Malawi 2010
Inside one of the classrooms of Ng’onga Primary School, about a dozen villagers meet each Monday. All of them are HIV positive, and live in an area that has been particularly hard-hit by the pandemic.
posted on September 1, 2010 in Blogs, Connie Purvis, Malawi 2010
Alex, 19, is unable to speak or walk, and he lacks motor skills. At Tidzalerana Club, a meeting for people living with disabilities, he lay with his head in his grandmother’s lap.
Glimpses into a handful of lives.
posted on September 1, 2010 in Blogs, Connie Purvis, Malawi 2010
Some had spent the weekend in beautiful houses behind high walls and well watched gates, with attentive maids and personal drivers. The homestay experience had been a glimpse into the world of Blantyre’s upper class. But today it jarred with another part of the same world.
Farewell to friends and hello to families.
posted on September 1, 2010 in Blogs, Connie Purvis, Malawi 2010
The morning meant departure from the beauty of Likhubula House and the ever-present vision of Mount Mulanje. It was time to return to the city, and to face a new cultural challenge.
Tackling one of Africa's highest mountains.
posted on September 1, 2010 in Blogs, Connie Purvis, Malawi 2010
The climb began at 6 a.m. on May 12. It took over six hours to reach the CCAP cottage on one of Mount Mulanje’s most popular plateaus.
In hospital wards and classrooms.
posted on September 1, 2010 in Blogs, Connie Purvis, Malawi 2010
“This was the one thing on the itinerary that I felt uncomfortable doing because it’s something I’d never do back home,” admitted Sarah Smith as she sat with the other youth on a concrete floor at Mulanje Mission Hospital. “It was like I was being a tourist of sickness, almost, but I don’t feel like it did any harm so I’m not sure.”
posted on September 1, 2010 in Blogs, Connie Purvis, Malawi 2010
It was a sentiment commonly expressed by participants on short term mission trips. “The people here seem so happy, even though they have so little.”
Giving to God but getting the credit.
posted on September 1, 2010 in Blogs, Connie Purvis, Malawi 2010
The dancing began at the offering. As the leader called each group up by their region–including Canada—people filed down their aisle to leave their gifts to God.
Likhubula House's Saturday school.
posted on September 1, 2010 in Blogs, Connie Purvis, Malawi 2010
Today was one of songs and laughter. About two dozen children walked to Likhubula House, some coming as many as six kilometres, to attend a weekly Saturday school.
A journey to the feet of Mount Mulanje.
posted on September 1, 2010 in Blogs, Connie Purvis, Malawi 2010
The Lujeri Tea Estate sprawls across the foothills near Mount Mulanje. It was established in 1926 and today is Malawi’s second-largest tea estate.
Adventures in guilt and souvenir shopping.
posted on September 1, 2010 in Blogs, Connie Purvis, Malawi 2010
It was a task destined to take up part of any trip: souvenir shopping. After changing dollars into kwacha, the local currency, the group headed into downtown Blantyre to find a little something for everyone back home.
New friends and new places.
posted on September 1, 2010 in Blogs, Connie Purvis, Malawi 2010
It began with an awkward meeting. The Canadians gathered their bags (at least those bags that had made the three-plane journey from Canada to Malawi) and emerged from the airport, blinking in the sudden light.
A wanderer and two esteemed bishops explore life after death.
posted on July 15, 2010 in Blogs, Miscellaneous, Wondering Wanderer
Spong categorically rejects Wright’s interpretation of a supernatural God who miraculously invades the world to save us from the reality of death.
Thoughts on the 136th General Assembly
posted on June 27, 2010 in Andrew Faiz, General Assembly, General Assembly 2010
“Moderator, its not Presbyterian.”
posted on October 21, 2009 in Blogs, Connie Purvis
It was our final night in Jordan. We sat in the hotel bar in the still-warm evening, reflecting back on a week spent roaming through the deserts, ruins and breathing cities of a country little-known and less understood by the inhabitants of our homelands. And as with most reminiscences, the stories twisted back on themselves, away from these final moments and toward the beginning of our journey.
A tour guide, a Palestinian Jordanian, and a man of stories.
posted on October 21, 2009 in Blogs, Connie Purvis
Our guide for the week was Ali Abu Shakra, the son of a Palestinian father who fled Israel during the occupation of Gaza. As a 12-year-old boy he boarded a bus, not knowing where he was bound. In the early morning, he stepped off on a street corner in Amman, Jordan.
posted on October 21, 2009 in Blogs, Connie Purvis
Modern Amman is home to an estimated 2.5 million people, or 40 per cent of Jordan’s total population. The city has grown from its initial seven hills to sprawl across more than 40 in endless waves of sandstone houses and tentacle-like roads that have a disconcerting tendency to veer off in unexpected directions.