Wednesday, 11 March 2009

Humour



It has been quite a while since I have managed to regularly blog. The last week has been a time of being revived, physically. I was not aware of how drained that I really was, however that is nothing compared to those whose lives have been changed forever because of the Fires. Bodies are still being held, and families are unable to have funerals. Areas are still crime scenes, as searching through the ashes and rubble continues.

Amidst the devastation there has been wonderful humour. I recall one man who told me of his first trip back to his property. On arrival, he turned into the driveway and stopped, got out of his 4wd, and went to open his gate. Only to discover that there was no fence to hold a gate, let along a gate to open. He had the biggest grin I have ever seen as he told his tale.
A lady went to the clothesline to hang out her washing, thought that she should clean the ash of the line. After returning to the line with a damp cloth, she reached up to wipe the line clean, only to have it disintegrate in her hands.
A father and son were looking at the ashes that was once their home, when the son said, ‘Dad! My rooms clean!’



Proverbs 18:14 (NIV)
A man's spirit sustains him in sickness, but a crushed spirit who can bear?

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