munich

I saw the munich movie yesterday. among other things it stirred up the longing for justice in me again. oh Jesus, you know how much I wish to go to palestine. I still have no assurance about my practical training for next september. it must be something really cool, cause the door seems to be so hard to open :)

a guy behind me said after the movie ended:
"well, I wouldnt have paid ten euros for this, if I would have know its this shit."
yes, for someone its entertainment, for someone, reality.

Therefore, since the children have flesh and blood, he himself also shared the same things, so that by his death he might destroy the one who has the power of death (that is, the devil)

and might free those who were slaves all their lives because they were terrified by death.
Hebrews 2:14,15

Now hope that is seen is not really hope, for who hopes for what can be seen? Romans 8:24

seeing

Im 23 today.

tytti and milka did an awesome thing. Ive wanted new glasses for a while now, and planned on buying one. but it turned out I wasnt going to get the money I thought I would. but then my dear flatmates collected money from a bunch of friends for my birthday so that I can buy them!
and tytti wrote an awesome card for me, and Im thinking there is something prophetic in those new glasses anyways (over -spiritualizing again :))

we went to look for the glasses yesterday, and went first to three shops, and found nothing. then we were going to one shop we knew, and just "happened" to see a shop we didnt know was there. and the first glasses tytti handed for me to try, were the ones. white, a bit transparent and versus written on them. they are so cool. cant wait to get them.

the card said:
dearest laura, new creation in Christ, in the Messiah.
Light to all nations.
May Jesus in His love open
your eyes to see
your ears to hear
your heart to know
how the Kingdom of God
goes forth
and fills the earth with its glory.
We want to bless you with this gift,
maybe that way you can again see a bit better.

story from my life

we had interesting lectures today. about narrative psychology and so on.
we did one practice as well, went in to groups of three and each told a small story from his or hers own life, others listened and wrote down what were the thing that touched, stayed in mind etc.
I told a story about yesterday.
and decided to tell it here as well. its nothing big, but as I more and more tend to find out, life is made from these small things, which actually are quite big. cause its my life.

tytti and I were sitting in our kitchen. around noon, still in our pyjamas. we had a free day from school, and kind of a lazy day.
all of a sudden, the doorbell rings.
which was odd, cause our doorbell never rings. unless we are waiting for a visitor. it was a girl from our neighbour (the jehovas witnesses one :) )
she couldnt get in in to their appartment, cause her mum was not home.
tytti asked if she wanted to come and wait at our place, and she answered that she didnt know. so she stayed in the hall.

so we schemed a bit with tytti, found some pastries from our freezer, warmed them up and asked the girl again if she wanted to come inside. and she came.
sat in our kitchen, looking around with her curious eyes. and you could see that in a way she was excited to see in to our lives. grown-ups, but not too adults.
she wrote a lovely message to our guestbook, looked some photos and drank some juice. then went home.

a moment went by, and the doorbell rang again. the girl came to say that her mum would like to invite us to have a cup of coffee. we, still in our pyjamas, promised to go in about ten minutes. and went. sitting and drinking coffee with the lady from our next door, and feeling welcomed by her three kids.

short words about last week and a bit of theology conserning the finnish part of the bride

days in school have been really hectic.
so havent had time to write.
long and packed days, lectures on psychology,
social services and so on.
the word postmodern came up couple of times.
cant seem to escape it. I know we need words to
speak about things, but sometimes Im tired of them.
happy I can just live my life.

but yeah, its been great, God has been stirring me up
through the lectures.

last week dear hanna (now in south africa)
spent some time at our place. greatest to see her!
we had good discussions until about three o´clock in the morning.
our deepest theology is born around those times, we have noticed :)

talked about the word "righteous"
in the finnish language its this kind of an old word,
which doesnt actaully say anything.
the translation of it is something like "someone who is ok with God"
(like someone who is reconnected to God or something like that)
which is not a bad translation at all, and means quite a lot in itself already.

but we started to think what does the word righteous mean while talking about God.
and some of the words we would link with it are just, holy, pure and faithful.

and then started to think that yeah, maybe the fact that we are righteous in God means something more than that we are just ok with him and to him. the fact Jesus makes us righteous says also that we are pure and holy in his eyes, to him.

we finnish people do have a bad tendency of thinking little of ourselves. maybe there could be a time we start to realize our identity in Christ more and more. we are his heritage! meant to be standing in front of Him without stain, holy and blameless. Come on Jesus, seal this in me and in us!

oh my goodness, the worlds not black and white!

good stuff going on.
in school we have been talking issues like alcohol,
drugs, mental issues and so on.
arises many questions;
how to reach this generation so that it is reached?
is it possible to influence a culture, how?
are we individuals or a part of something bigger,
and what defines the bigger we are a part of?
who is responsible?
does the fact Im a finn determine that I act "like a finn",
or is finnishness something I can shape?
how to break free from myths?
are there "bad" and "good" things in themselves,
or what makes things "bad" or "good"?

theres some of the questions going on.

and what a great revelation I had :)
not my wonderings, processes, doubts or
questions can separate me from Gods love.
He knows me, and knows I love Him.
so I guess He is able to take care of me.