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Entering Italy

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Driving through the 13km tunnel under Mont Blanc, we emerged into Italy. The golden leaves of the autumn trees were stunning. While only about a quarter of the leaves still adorned the trees on the French side, to give a suggestion of Autumn grandeur, Italy boasted a full show! Golden poplars reached high, as though praising their Creator. Here too, the mountain ranges were capped with snow, to crown the beauty. Our one regret was that there was no provision to pull over into a parking bay to savour this beauty. Rather, we were rushed into a series of another 20kms of descending tunnels, to quickly lose sight of this touch of Heaven.  20th century technology had provided a sharp way to cut through the mountains, to quickly arrive at the plains of northern Italy.

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Travel Blog Europe 2011

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Sitting on the sidewalk, having a coffee with Ruth and G at the Chamonix Café Bar, I was taken by the silence. Nestled in a valley in the French Alps, Chamonix is surrounded by soaring mountains. In front of us, snow capped peaks, behind, snow laden slopes, inviting, what would need to be very experienced skiers, to take on the all-so-steep grades. Above, cloudless azure skies let the warmth of the afternoon sun rest on us. Around us, a cobbled village square, hosting l’office de Tourisme, l’Eglise Catholique, a stone church, replete with towering spire and bell, ringing out the hours, and the local cinema, adorned with 3D-like murals of cinema makers, set the scene.

As we sat there, the silence arrested us. Chamonix does not permit cars in this part of the village. People spoke only in soft, dulcet sounds. Any conversation that did happen to be caught ‘sang’  the romantic rhythm of the French language. No large supermarket or department store beckoned for customers. Instead, the village hosted a huge variety of boutique specialty stores. Green grocers displayed rich coloured fruit on stands outside their stores, and customers strolled the promenades, in no hurry. Commercialism was so subtle as to be hardly evident, and life’s pace, easy.

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Jill’s Story

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healing from sexual abuse

Jill sat through the 22 weeks of the Living Waters group with her cardigan zipped to the neck, and the neck pulled up over her face so that only her eyes were revealed, and those, only partially. She did not say a word, and hid from the group for the duration. Her group leader extended special grace to her, and her co-participants were not fazed. They had no idea what was happening for her, but trusted that the Lord was doing something, so let her be, while they shared transparently.

Jill had suffered horrendous sexual abuse as a child living on the farm. 3 of her brothers, her sister, and then her own father used her sexually. Her mother had overlooked it all. Jill had had no safe refuge to hide, nor any safe person to turn to. She emerged from that farm, a hidden lady. Living in town, she hung in the shadows, but found a local church where she fond a semblance of hope. The pastor’s wife befriended her, and invited her to join the Living Waters group, to begin the healing process. Taking her into her own small group, the pastor’s wife extended to her that safe place on the periphery of the group to watch, wait and slowly be released to trust. The next year she returned to Living Waters to do the course again. The teaching that she had received in the first year had served to give her deeper hope that Jesus could heal her. Her group experience that year enabled her to foster initial trust, so that in the second year the zip could gradually come down, past her nose to occasionally reveal her mouth. She found her voice to speak out her trauma. The leaders were able to pray for her, and her ears received the words. As the 6 months went on the zipper was loosened more, so that by the end, the cardigan was gone altogether, and Jill was learning to grow in freedom, and negotiate her healing, by pressing her pain and the sin done against her into the Cross. Slowly Jesus took it all. She exchanged the sin done against her for His healing and comfort. She confessed and pressed her own understandable sin of reaction to her abuse, that of withdrawing, hating and cursing, into the Cross as well. As the years continued, Jill joined the LW team so that she could continue her own healing journey, which, these 10 years later is still happening. She joined also to be able to bring hope, comfort and Jesus’ healing to others who had suffered like her.

Focus

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Reading reports about Steve Jobs’ life this week in the wake of his death, I saw a key to his worldly success in creating Apple, the world’s most profitable company.  Steve was characterised by the sneakers, black jeans and black T that he wore everywhere, whether meeting presidents, addressing thousands or sitting behind his desk as CEO.  Decades ago he decided to simplify his wardrobe to those few items of clothing.  He said that rather than spending time each day trying to decide what clothes to wear, he could devote that time to thinking about Apple, product development and marketing strategy.  He was certainly a fanatic, but his fanaticism kept him focused, and his focus brought success.

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