A thirty two year wait...

There were rumors in the playground.

There were stories of what happened next.

Today at 4 o'clock I woke up having slept on the couch after a game of football.

I went collected my brothers to drive to get a train to London to find out the answer to a question that many had in 1983 following the Return of the Jedi.

Today, thirty two years later, my brothers and I ventured to the imax in London to find out.

Here's the moment captured at 6.20 this morning.

Oh and it was amazing!

Sounds of the jungle

The jungle camp in Calais was not the likely destination for my guitar.

It was found for me by my sister in-law when I was looking to play again. My family and friends brought me a new one earlier this year. I had two and I only needed one.

I recently accompanied a group of Mums, dads, music leaders and others with a whole heap of socks, jackets, carefully made up dignity packs for women, gloves, hats and... and did I say socks? 

None of these people were aid workers- they were citizens who all felt that they can no longer sit and watch a disaster unfold in front of us. One more death on our doorstep is one too many. 

I watched as they spoke to people saying 'what can we do to help you' and 'we will come back to help you'. Working in aid, I know the heaps of training people take before heading out... But this isn't 'out there' it's 'in here'.

I too felt that I can no longer watch this unfold in my armchair. 

As I walked through the camp I met a man named Jonathan and he was part of a church. We spoke to him. He showed us their centre for women. The small area they had made from make shift materials and even offered us some food.

When back at the car I asked our host, Dominique whether she would be kind enough to take my guitar and somehow get it to Jonathan and the group.

She took it from me.

Recently she sent me a few photos of Jonathan and the guitar. 

Enjoy bro.

Possessive and possession

Homework. Man it's endless. We even came home early from ukulele night as Caleb whacked his head on the short walk there saying "oh no, I need to hand in my homework tomorrow". He said he couldn't stop thinking about it whilst playing away at the jam. We left early.

After the short walk home we sat at the table learning about possessives, possession and where to place the apostrophe. 

At the end he said:

"Oh yes papa and this is from Joshie, Reuben and me" as he pointed to a small bowl of coins and a note.

"What's this for, Caleb?"

"It's for buying food papa. I put in the ten pounds and Joshie and Reuben gave the coins."

Days earlier we were sharing with them how we are praying for money and asked them to join us to pray that we may have enough for food.

Today, this evening, I hear my son say in not so many words 'don't worry papa, we're in this together'.

I'm pretty certain it was me that was taught about possession and the possessive this evening by my children.