August 30th, 2010

Forrest Gump

Forrest: What’s the matter, Momma? Mrs. Gump: I am dyin’, Forrest. Come on in, sit down over here. Forrest: Why are you dyin’, Momma? Mrs. Gump: It’s my time. It’s just my time. Oh, now, don’t be afraid, sweetheart. Death is just a part of life. It’s something we are all destined to do. I didn’t know it, but I was destined to be your momma. I did the best I could. Forrest: You did good, Momma. Mrs. Gump: Well, I happened to believe you make your own destiny. You have to do the best with what God gave you. Forrest: What’s my destiny, Momma? Mrs. Gump: You’re gonna have to figure that out for yourself. Life is a box of chocolates, Forrest. You never know what you are going to get. Forrest: Momma always had a way of explaining things so I could understand them. Mrs. Gump: I will miss you Forrest. Forrest: She had got the cancer and died on a Tuesday. I bought her a new hat with little flowers on it. And that’s all I have to say about that.

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A poem of inspiration

Jesus dreamt
Of a world
Of one
Global family
Each person
Relationship
Friendship
And blood family
Being a gift
From his Abba
Attempting to
Overcome the
Barriers of
Race, colour,
Sex and creed.
Locally we
Come together
With our individualities
Our languages
And cultures

Separate and distinct….
But there are
The obstacles
Of not knowing
Each other
And therefore
Experiencing a degree
Of unsureness
And fear.
We pass different ones
Sometimes as shadows …
Each of us
So tends to
Be centred on self
And yet how
We hunger for
Change, conversion
Of our hearts
And minds.

— adapted from a poem
by T. McKillop