sydney looks ugly
Paul Keating has made his feelings known with his infamous sense of grace and style: Sydney is ugly and over developed.
What do you think?
Maybe, but he forgets that we looked hot in the Matrix movies.
writings from sam & soph, christians living in sydney.
Paul Keating has made his feelings known with his infamous sense of grace and style: Sydney is ugly and over developed.
What do you think?
Maybe, but he forgets that we looked hot in the Matrix movies.
Christians in the Media are going on mission in December. We will be doing much planning and organising over the next month in the lead up to our time away - but all our hard work will be in vain unless God blesses our efforts and works by his mighty power to draw people back to himself. Hence we are encouraging our church, our families and our friends to join us in praying for this mission. We've set up a blog where we'll put up a prayer point each day. It perhaps needs some aesthetic adjustments, but please visit it and join us in praying this month. Alternatively, email me and we can forward you the points each day.
This morning my editor left some extra work to do on my desk: figures for a double page spread featuring statistics from the top 100 “industry players” in Australia.
This is hardly interesting news, except for the fact that when I started with the magazine last year, this was the first ever project that I worked on. Next week will mark exactly a year at this job. I can’t believe time has gone by so fast!
So that made me think of what I was doing this time last year. On October 30th, 2005:
I was working as a waitress at a café and had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. I still don’t know.
I saw my girlfriends every week and more, as opposed to every second weekend like I do now.
I was worried about being eternally unemployable and feared I would never find a job.
I was at the church where I had grown up my entire life.
I didn’t know half of the people I know now. Starting a new job and church has greatly increased my social circle.
I was completely comfortable doing things that didn’t stretch me. Challenges for this year: leading a mixed Bible study group, starting a new church, organising a large scale wedding, interviewing economists, metalworkers and laser technology specialists.
I had a boyfriend, as opposed to a fiancé.
I lived a few streets away from my boyfriend and would drop by late every Sunday night to talk about how church went. I miss living so close, but I don’t miss going to different churches.
I had given up writing my thesis, quit university prematurely and was beginning to seriously regret it. I don’t anymore.
I was good friends with people I haven't spoken to once since moving churches.
I forgot to go to my graduation. My parents still haven't quite forgotten this one!
Sam was thinking about buying me a laptop so I could have a go writing freelance articles should no job come through. He kept the laptop, declared his undying love for all things Mac and later we updated to a Macbook. Now I have the laptop and only use it to blog or check my email. I have yet to write a freelance article since leaving uni.
Where were you at this time last year?
I’m reading a Psalm every day in the countdown to my wedding. Here’s a small section from my reading today:
For the LORD is the great God,
the great King above all gods.
In his hand are the depths of the earth,
and the mountain peaks belong to him.
The sea is his, for he made it,
and his hands formed the dry land.
Our world cries out for God in so many different ways, yet fails to see His glory in the mountains, sea or the depths of the earth. Even though as Christians, we like to think we’re different, sometimes we can display the same short-sightedness. Israel failed to see when they cried out for a King and ignored the LORD standing before them. The Jews failed to see when they were waiting for the promised Messiah, then crucified him on the cross. We fail to see when we prostitute ourselves to our jobs, relationships or money, calling them master instead of the God who created us and brought us from darkness into light.
And then there’s me. How often do I thirst for more blessings in my life, even though I am here, right by the fountainside?
Guthers has a good post (click here). I sadly can't participate...
I've noticed from our statcounter that a large number of people (sometimes 20 a day) visit this blog to see the picture I've put on the left of this post.
It seems that if you do a google image search for 'carved brown rosary' (a fairly common search it seems!) the top hit on google images is our blog. I'm not really sure why. So if you're a random visitor searching for that image, hi there.
Had a listen to a few podcasts today. First up was 'on the voddy', the latest episode is a video. Dave - fyi, I watched it on my phone - it worked a treat - see picture.
Then I heard what I think has been mistakenly titled 'the third worst podcast ever', from the youth leaders at Carlingford. These guys are definitely improving. Soph gets a cryptic mention, and both Geoff and Guthers confess their love for her.
I voted for a year group - are you guys reading out the emails on air?
For those who are into films, bicycles or both, the Bicycle Film Festival starts tonight in Sydney. I didn’t realise that you could make so many movies and documentaries about the humble bicycle!
I love film festivals, but I’ve been too busy this year to properly enjoy one. I've only managed to see one screening at the Sydney Film Festival, a French movie called Gabrielle. That’s sad compared to last year, when I worked at the Festival office and got to see around five (and spot Baz Luhrmann at the swanky opening party!).
My first ever date with Sam was also at a film festival – Flickerfest at Bondi beach. We ate Oportos on the steps then watched a series of short movies in a massive pavilion under the stars (they were all great, except for this one Korean movie that was about two couples making out in different places. It’s so awkward watching people make out on screen when you’re on a first date!). During the break, we went for a walk along the sand and were so busy talking that we missed most of the next session.
Two years on, that is still a great memory for me. Maybe that’s why I like film festivals so much.
I’ve been listening to a lot of Pink lately, especially the song from her latest album called Mr President:
I’ve temporarily given up listening to 702 in the car for Sovereign Grace’s latest album, the Valley of Vision. Each of their songs are based around prayers written by the Puritans. I’ve been meditating on the beautiful and thought-provoking words to this song:
When you lead me to the valley of vision
I can see you in the heights
And though my humbling wouldn’t be my decision
It’s here your glory shines so bright
So let me learn that the cross precedes the crown
To be low is to be high
That the valley’s where You make me more like Christ
Let me find your grace in the valley
Let me find your life in my death
Let me find your joy in my sorrow
Your wealth in my need
That You’re near with every breath
In the valley
In the daytime there are stars in the heavens
But they only shine at night
And the deeper that I go into darkness
The more I see their radiant light
So let me learn that my losses are my gain
To be broken is to heal
That the valley’s where Your power is revealed
A friend told me a simple story today that made my heart swoon and helped me understand being a "slave to righteousness".
In a small village in South America, a young woman was brought out to a crowd of men, shackles tied around her hands and feet. She was a sex slave and the men were there to bid - not just for her services for one night, but for ownership over her.
As the auction began and the men began to place their bids, a young but rich gentleman happened to walk past the frenzied shouting. He saw the girl, dirt in her hair and barely any clothes covering her body, and his heart was moved. He raised his hand slightly and called out a single number, the highest bid on the table.
Minutes passed and the price for the young girl was driven higher and higher. The gentleman calmly matched every offer until the price was so outrageously high that none of the other men felt that the prostitute was worth it. At last, the gentleman won his bid and the crowds left. The girl was finally his to take home and do as he wished.
Standing with shackles around her hands and feet, the girl was terrified as she watched the well-dressed stranger make his way towards her. In her entire life men only paid money for one thing. Usually the more they forked out, the higher a price she would have to pay in humiliation and subjugation. She braced herself for the worst during the journey home, shutting her eyes and refusing to even look at her new master.
But when the gentleman stopped at his home, he did a suprising thing. He took the girl out of the car and left her standing at the entrance of the house, alone. Minutes later, he returned with an axe and with one deft movement, sliced her chains in half. Her shackles fell off with a clatter and at once, the young girl was free.
When people gain their freedom, whether it's being released from a hot and stuffy classroom or taking that first step out of a prison cell, their first instinct is to run away from captivity and, as the song goes, "do what they want, any old time". As the girl looked behind her at the empty road from where she came, she considered life as a free woman. No one would take her in. No one would protect her. The only life she knew was that of a sex slave. If she were to go back towards her village, it was almost certain that she would be picked up and sold into slavery again.
Turning back again to the gentleman who had set her free, the one who had paid the highest sum possible to win her freedom, she did the only thing she felt she could. She voluntarily offered her freedom to him and spent the rest of her life as a slave to her redeemer, serving in his house for the rest of her days.
Thanks be to God, that though you used to be slaves to sin, you wholeheartedly obeyed the form of teaching to which you were entrusted. You have been set free from sin and have become slaves to righteousness. Just as you used to offer the parts of your body in slavery to impurity and to ever-increasing wickedness, so now offer them in slavery to righteousness leading to holiness. When you were laves to sin, you were free from the control of rigteousness. What benefit did you reap at that time from the things you are now ashamed of? Those things result in death! But now that you have been set free from sin and have become slaves to God, the benefit you reap leads to holiness, and the result is eternal life.
I've just come back from the afternoon session of the Sydney Anglican Synod. Our staff team all attended for the preliminary debate on a motion to re-open the discussion about ordaining women as presbyters. I was so encouraged by the humility and grace of many arguing against this motion. Sydney Anglicans often get bad press for their supposed arrogance and so called superiority copmlexes, but that was not what I witnessed today.
As someone who attended for the first time, it was exciting to watch the argument unfold, but it must be tiresome to those who have served on Synod for many years to again be forced to re-consider this issue. I think it is sad that a motion that has been defeated so comprehensively in the past - something like 14 times in 20 years - has again been brought to the forefront. No doubt, the issue will dominate tomorrow mornings' headlines, and will probably take away from the more important issues that Synod needs to consider.
That is why I found the grace and kindness, especially of our Archbishop so encouraging. Not one word was spoken in hot-headedness by those seeking to have the motion turned down. Their arguments were spoken in love, and with consideration for those on the other side of the debate. The Dean even sought a motion to give someone on the opposition more time on the floor to explain their argument. It is wonderful to see gentlemanly displays like this in a potentially divisive discussion.
The vote (as to whether the issue should be debated again) was taking place as I left - will keep you posted of a result.
Probably more important than this issue however was the motion that the Synod passed to take more initiative in praying about the drought. There will be much attention of the diocese to pray for God to send us rain, even in the next week. Perhaps those reading could stop for even a minute to pray that God would have mercy on Australia and send us rain.
Dominic gave an honest and heartfelt sermon last night on wives and husbands from 1 Peter. The podcast isn’t up yet, but click here for a sneak peek of the issues we explored as a church.
As someone preparing to get married, I was encouraged by my pastor’s honesty regarding the difficulties of married life. It was also the first time I had heard the idea of “considering your wife” taught as “living/dwelling with a woman according to knowledge”, i.e. knowing your wife so well that you provide for her a safe place to be open and honest.
Although this sounds a little like Oprah pop-psychology on first hearing, I think it makes perfect sense in light of a women’s call to voluntary yield herself to her husband’s leadership. If a man makes a woman feel safe and honoured, submission becomes a joy, not a resentful chore. Likewise, if a woman makes a man feel respected and valued, leadership becomes a privilege, not a position to abuse or a role to assume with reluctance.
Yesterday afternoon I had a strange conversation with a lady outside our church. As I was leaving Adventure Club, there was this lady wrestling agressively with the rose bush that grows in the front garden of our church. As I watched, I realised she had no real issue with the bush - rather she was trying to get some long stemmed roses from our plant, but almost pulling it out of the ground in the process.
Sam: Excuse me, sorry to bother you, but would you mind leaving our rose bush alone? It makes it quite hard for us to keep our front garden looking nice if people take off with our flowers all the time...
Lady: (continuing to wrestle, but now with incredulous look on her face) "It's for an altar." (as if the word 'altar' somehow makes it ok...)
Sam: Ok, but you're still damaging our plant.
Lady:(now has almost broken an entire stalk off the plant) I don't think Jesus Christ would be upset at me taking these flowers. (Lady now thinks hard...) ... Jesus was all about tolerance and love.
Sam: (resisting the temptation to mention something about Jesus hating theft) Sure, but perhaps you could...
Lady: (cuts me off in mid sentence, now having achieved her goal and procured a number of free roses) Well the damage is done now, what can you do? Exit lady.
Aside from the hide of this woman to continue in her theft (despite being reproached on the spot!), this incident reminded me of the difficulty of preaching the love of God to our society. For someone to be caught blatantly stealing outside a church and then say 'Jesus is all about tolerance and love', shows just how far our society has moved from a biblical worldview of God and his character. Sure, this woman had heard of the love of God, but ideas of justice, or judgement, Lordship, even sin, would bring looks of incredulity and horror to this woman's face, and the faces of many in our society. If our society admits any God, it is a God who is a far cry from the God of the Bible. He is a God who has been purged of anything our culture finds uncomfortable. Carson writes in The Difficult Doctrine of the Love of God:
"The love of God has been sanitized, democratized, and above all, sentimentalized... in short, the most energetic cultural tide, postmodernism, powerfully reinforces the most sentimental, syncretistic, and pluralistic views of the love of God, with no other authority than the postmodern epistemology itself."
Tony Abbott's website has a weekly online poll. This week the topic is whether or not Gideon's bibles should be allowed by hospital bedsides. (Click here) Not sure how much impact these polls have, but there is no harm in giving your opinion!
Simon needs some help (click here). He's a new kid on the blog - go on over and say hi, even if you don't know a place to get a good brew in the city.
We've just finished our training term at Church. I read this quote today on training from Colin Marshall which I loved.
"Choosing not to do it is short-term thinking."
Enough said.
Yes I know we've talked about the emerging church a fair bit on this blog in the past (see here), but I went to an interesting seminar on Saturday afternoon run by 'the Dean', and thought I'd share some of my reflections. (I will just point out that these are my reflections and my opinions, not necessarily those of the Dean)
There were a few things, among many, that I found helpful in understanding the emerging Church.
1. Emerging Churches are decentralised. They are removed from the traditional structures of authority, and are as such very hard to critique. It is not like the Anglican church where you can start your critique at the top and then work your way down the chain seeing how principles and beliefs of the denomination work themselves out at the grass-roots level.
2. Emerging churches are a post-modern response to modernism. This plays out in a variety of ways. Some are seeking to communicate the message of the gospel to a post-modern society around them. This should be commended and encouraged. But always in our minds should be the strong understanding that the Christian worldview is neither modern, nor post-modern, but rather Biblical. Some emerging churches are seeking to communicate with post-moderns, while others are seeking to be post-modern. Those in the second category will lose the truth of the gospel in the stormy seas of relativism.
3. Since the emerging Church is decentralised, any classification of it is ridden with generalisations. However we were given 3 broad categories into which emerging churches generally fit. Relevant, Reconstructionists or Revisionists. Those in the first category are those who recognise that society is changing, and seek to work out a medium through which to communicate the Gospel of the Lord Jesus with them in a way which is relevant to those changes. Those who are reconstructionists are those doing away with church structures they have inherited and constructing their own as they look at what the Bible says about church. The revisionists are those who not only change the structures and the medium, but who also revise the message to connect with post-moderns. This is done subtley (see point 4).
4. As with any church, a danger of some emerging churches is what they don't talk about. Especially among those who are revisionists, there may be some truth, but doctrines like judgement, penal substitutionary atonement and the centrality and exclusivity of Christ (basically much of reformed theology) are often absent from their message. There is hence an appeal to theologies such as the new perspective on Paul. This is dangerous.
My reflections on the seminar? It is important to understand what is happening in church culture, and to understand the emerging church movement. Among some emerging churches there are things for us to be wary of, and to avoid. However, this must not lead to smugness and pride on our part. A real temptation for us evangelicals is to look down our noses at those who do not share our understanding, or who are misled in one area or another. Like the pharisee, we say "I thank God that I am not like that tax collector..." rather than praying for them. Let that not be true of us.
We also have some things to learn from the emerging church. Communication is certainly one of their strengths, especially in newer mediums. We would also do well to understand post-modern culture more thoroughly, and learn how to communicate the Gospel of the Lord Jesus to that culture.
The cost of freedom is always high, but Americans have always paid it. And one path we shall never choose, and that is the path of surrender, or submission.
This is classic. You can have Strongbad tell you the time. (Click here) I love the 'soothing' voice.
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I finished reading the Chronicles of Narnia again this week. The last battle has both impressed and disappointed me each time I've read it. One thing I especially love is the picture of heaven that C.S Lewis paints throughout the book. This sentence is a favourite of mine in the final paragraph.
'And as he spoke he looked no longer to them like a lion, but the things that began to happen after that were so great and beautiful that I cannot write them.'
But at the same time, I've always struggled with the Calormene whose service to the pagan God Tash, is rendered as service unto Aslan.
"Not because he and I are one, but because we are opposites, I take to me the services which thou hast done to him. Therefore if any man swear by Tash and keep his oath for the oath's sake, it is by me that he has sworn, though he knows it not, and it is I who reward him. And if any man do a cruelty in my name, then, though he says the name Aslan, it is Tash whom he serves and by Tash his deed is accepted. Beloved, said the Glorious One, unless thy desire had been for me thou wouldst not have sought so long and so truly. For all find what they truly seek.
It's not pluralism, but it does sound a lot like 'inclusive-ism'. I know that Narnia is a touchy subject with some people, but is C.S Lewis right at this point?
I usually delete these emails, but this one was too cute to resist.
With films like An Inconvenient Truth out in the cinemas, a lot of attention has been drawn to Australian industry* and it’s burning of fossil fuels as opposed to clean, renewable resources.
It's well and truly October now, which means time for a new blog of the month. The decision was tough, and we'd like to make it clear that our choice has nothing to do with the fact that Dave gave me a prize on his blog today, or that we'd like the fountainside featured in the next episode of 'On the Poddy'.
That being said, we've decided that for October we'll have the feed of Dave Miers' blog 'Eternal Weight of Glory' on the right hand side of our page. Check him out - he often has great stuff to say about youth ministry, as well as a great post each week called 'prayer friday'.
Inanimationship n. a love relationship with an inanimate object - whether it’s a lovely pair of shoes, must-see television show or a favourite meal to cook for dinner.
Although I wouldn’t recommend an unhealthy attachment to material possessions, I don’t think we should denigrate the small, lovely and beautiful, just because we’re all about the big and spiritual.
So here it is; my list of things I love (and reasons why it’s great to live in Sydney).
1. The little Thai takeaway shop on St John’s road in Glebe. It’s a cheaply decorated place with a garishly bright sign, but on any weeknight, queues of people flow out of the little shop and onto the street. This place is great for whenever I don’t feel like cooking and can’t afford to eat out. For just $5, you get a massive serving of either noodles, stir-fry and rice or green/red curry. My favourite? Pad See Eiw with chicken.
2. Haviana thongs. How great is cheap rubber footwear that comes in all sorts of fun colours and takes you everywhere?
3. The AGNSW. This place is well designed and has such a great collection. Giacometti is showing at the moment and even though he is famous for his elongated sculptures, I love his drawings. I hope I can find some time to see this show before it closes.
4. Campos coffee. Sam was horrified to learn that I didn’t like coffee upon our first date, so he took me to Campos on Missenden Road for our next one. After having an affogato (coffee on ice-cream – he wouldn’t let me try the flat whites as what I hated about coffee was the frothiness of the milk and he didn’t want to mar my first experience should the barista, for some reason, not be up to scratch that day. I’ve since learnt that a good coffee is silky, not frothy.), I was hooked and now I drink it everyday. The café down the road from my office has started selling Campos, so an occasional treat has now turned into my morning pick-me-up.
5. Lucas’ Pawpaw ointment. It comes in a little red tube at the chemist and I use for everything: for a rash or cut, a super moisturizer for dry skin, for a peeling nose after a cold. Plus, it’s the best lip balm I’ve ever had.
U2 have announced the release of a new 'best of' album (read here). As if two weren't enough, this album collates 16 old tracks with 2 new - one of which is a song recorded with Green day. Not sure if I'll buy it as I think I probably have all the songs anyway! Interesting that it's being released the same weekend as their Sydney concert.
Strongbad's lappy has been stolen. The Compy and the Tandy feature in this one too. Pretty funny stuff. (click here)
This weekend was rather busy. Soph and I helped with logistics for the marriage enrichment weekend that our church ran. This meant being at church Friday night, then all day Saturday organising sound, powerpoint, food and washing up. It was a great conference. The church looked amazing, the speakers were full of wisdom, and it sounds like everyone who went benefited greatly.
Soph then gave her feminism seminar on Sunday afternoon at a houseparty down at the Shoalhaven, while I preached at Church on Sunday night. Late Sunday night my parents arrived home from overseas after four weeks away. Please keep praying for my family as we get ready for my grandfather's funeral this week.
He said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
2 Corinthians 12:9-10
Those who thought Catholicism was just for old ladies in empty churches had better think again. World Youth Day is happening in Sydney in 2008 at Rosehill Racecourse, with the theme being the Holy Spirit.
Besides women’s issues, there is one topic that people can’t stop writing or blogging about these days in the media, and that is Generation Y.
It's now less that four months until Soph and I get married. It is starting to feel as if it's coming quite soon! One thing I'm really looking forward to about being married is having someone to share my morning coffee with every day. I don't often put up coffee photos, but this is what I start each day with, as I read the Bible in the morning. I'm looking forward to doing that with Soph too!
In 1884, Frederic Leighton painted Cymon and Iphegeneia, on display at the AGNSW. According to an ancient Greek myth, Cymon is out hunting and stumbles upon Iphegeneia sleeping in a grove by the sea. Iphegenia is splayed out in all her beauty, her white robes enshrining her body like light. She is a vision, not just for Cymon who recedes in the background of the painting, but for the spectator in the gallery who is given the chance to marvel at her beauty.
In 2004, Elle Macpherson launched a series of billboard ads for her lingerie brand, Elle Macpherson Intimates. The campaign, featuring a scantily-clad models hidden behind closed doors and through keyholes, caused an uproar. Many people felt that the overtly sexual nature of the images were more suited to plastic covered men’s magazines as opposed to public billboards (google search them if you want to see what I'm talking about; I didn't really want to put them up on this site!).
Although these two images are from two different worlds, they have a lot in common.
Both celebrate the beauty of women.
Both display that beauty.
Both visually display that beauty for a presumed viewer.
Whether it’s in a classic painting or a lingerie advertisement, one thing is clear: women everywhere are looked at and admired for their beauty. It’s in Revlon advertising, woman’s magazines, television and the movies. It was even in my childhood, the moment I put on my mother’s make-up and imagined myself as a princess (or when I was older, Brenda from 90210). Women are meant to be beautiful, looked at and admired.
A part of this natural voyeurism is how we are wired as human beings. Beauty, whether in a sunset or a pretty girl, is a gift from God. Like any good gift, we cannot help but admire and celebrate with our senses. Lord Byron knew what he was talking about when he penned these words:
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that 's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes.
But another part, a more obscure one that we may not even notice, comes from culture. From the past until today, women are judged and measured by how they look. I could give all the examples in the world, from beauty contests and concubines, but perhaps the best example is from a fellow blogger’s words:
You don't need to buy the magazine to see as it is plastered all over the covers and in full view for all to see. Also I am very much exhausted by all of the ‘What diet works for you?” shows on TV. Basically the worlds view on how we should look and where our priorities lie, it puts unbelievable pressure on women to look a particular way.
When I read those words, I understood what this person meant, because I used to be one of those women who felt the “unbelievable pressure on women to look a certain way”. I hated the way I looked while growing up, that is, until I started taking the Word of God seriously and listening to what it said.
When the prophet Samuel was sent to anoint David, God’s chosen one, as king, the Lord said to him:
“Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.”
Beautiful women are a far cry from strapping young men fit for kingship, but God’s character is the same. He doesn’t look at people the way we do. He isn’t taken or won over by impressive looks, talent, or for a woman, beauty. God looks at the heart.
Many people get offended over pictures like the Intimates ad, yet uphold the honeyed ideal of Iphegineia as romantic, dutiful and sweet. However, both images are enslaved by the same problem. Some people say that this is an old lesson to learn, boring and over-played like a cliché, but I can't drink from this truth enough. We live and breathe a culture that is obsessed with the physical appearance of a beautiful woman, but - and these words will set you free - God looks at the heart.
Yesterday Soph and I caught two great sermons at Church. The first was from Con Campbell at morning church, titled 'partners in crime'. Preaching from Phillipians 1, Con spoke about the difference between being "bacon and eggs", that is committed or involved in gospel ministry. If that doesn't make sense to you, listen to the sermon here.
The second was from Dominic at evening church. 1 Peter 2 calls us to live a holy life. Dominic spoke of being prepared for trials by focussing on the grace that is ours in Christ. One key challenge he put forward was ridding ourselves of slander. As a person with a criticial mind, I found this particularly relevant. to watch my words in front of others as well as in private. Listen to this one here.
On Friday night, I saw The Devil Wears Prada with a girlfriend from church. I have wanted to see this movie for ages and I’m glad I did. It was fabulous.
The book by Lauren Weisberger tells the story of Andy Sachs, a young girl who dreams of being a journalist and takes a job as lackey to fashion magazine Runway editor, Miranda Priestly, to help her get a foot in the door.
It was a mediocre novel - funny in the beginning, but a soupy mess at the end - so the film was a fast improvement: a witty glimpse into the flair and drama of the fashion world.
Meryl Streep is flawless in her role as Miranda, a thinly veiled caricature of Vogue fashion editor Anna Wintour. Not only is she nasty, precise and demanding, but she also displays elements of vulnerability during key moments of the film. Anne Hathaway is also fitting as Andy Sachs. I didn’t like this character much in the book as she was so self absorbed, but who could hate Mia from the Princess Diaries? Hathaway traces Andy’s slide from down-to-earth writer to neurotic fashionista with a sense of naivety and self-doubt. Unlike the character in the book, you feel for Andy in the movie and how lost she gets in the world of Runway.
But my favourite aspect of the film was the fashion. Oh the clothes. Leather slouch bags, gauzy dresses with ballerina trim, black silk and lace dresses, serillion belts teamed with crimson gowns, antique chains and over-the-knee boots. Most of the outfits would look ridiculous in our laid-back culture, but that is the charm of fashion, the fantasy world it creates.
Fashion is such a visually appealing world to me, but I must keep reminding myself that it is fleeting, and not just in terms of how quickly clothes go out of date. Although I love to look at gorgeous clothes and play with colours, far better to invest in developing a beautiful and godly spirit.
I've been leading a group through 'Growth Groups' over the last 5 weeks. This is a course written not only to give helpful tips on Bible study leading, but more importantly, to provide a framework of thinking for how to get the most out of small group ministry.
One aspect of this is the leadership of the group. This is a quote from this weeks' chapter:
"Leaders of Growth Groups have a direct impact on the spiritual life of the church. What goes on in those groups will shape the Christian thinking and living of its members. The Growth group leaders gets close to the group and has a lot of influence upon it."
Doing this course again has reinforced the fact that we must be serious about our Bible study groups and what goes on there. They are not simply a place for a hug while the 'real' teaching happens at church - they are an integral part of growing our church spiritually - and so should be approached seriously by those who lead them.