About Me
the art of unpacking
After a childhood in India, a theological training in the USA and a pastoral ministry in Southland (New Zealand), I spent twenty years in theological education in New Zealand — first at Laidlaw College and then at Carey Baptist College, where I served as principal. In 2009 I began working with Langham Partnership and since 2013 I have been the Programme Director (Langham Preaching). Through it all I've cherished the experience of the 'gracious hand of God upon me' and I've relished the opportunity to 'unpack', or exegete, all that I encounter in my walk through life with Jesus.
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Just when I thought that it could not be possible to have another first-hand account of the impact of John Stott’s life (d. 2011), along comes this book by his close friend, John Wyatt. I am always ready to learn more about John Stott, but also about friendship. It fascinates me. It keeps coming up…
Reading stories to grandchildren over Christmas reminded me again of how powerful they can be. They are so compact and simple in presentation, and yet so clever in construction. There are just so many features at work in an effective story. It is some years since I taught narrative preaching, but when I did I’d…
Apart from the eight years in which we were based overseas, Barby has been working at the Refugee Resettlement Center in Auckland since 2002. This year she is a ‘release teacher’, spending one day each week in three different classrooms, with three different age groups. Impressive—and demanding. One day is spent with 11-13 year olds—from…
There is something pleasing about image and word working in concert together, isn’t there? I was reminded of this again with a visit from my friend—and close colleague in Langham Partnership for more than 15 years—Pieter Kwant. the son, with song Pieter and Elria, who had popped-in for three days the week before, have a…
It is clever, isn’t it? The enduring inability of foreigners to spell (and pronounce) the name of their country has led to a marketing campaign, with everything from t-shirts to coffee cups, reminding us to get our vowels right. And if that strategy proves to be unsuccessful, there is always the fallback Bart Simpson option:…
Try this for an interpretation:
A leader who follows his people is one who washes their feet when tradition says that they should wash his feet.
A leader who follows his people is one who travels with them for 40 years in a desert even though he could have told and taken them the shorter route.
A leader is one who completely redefines what it means to have and hold power and demonstrates that power on a cross, with a crown of thorns.
A leader follows his people when he doesn’t stay distant and removed but comes to be with his people, becomes flesh, is born in a stable rather than a palace, lives in Nazareth rather than Rome, moves into the neighourhood and becomes one of us.
It completely revolutionises what we mean when we talk of leadership. And in a way maybe the Maori Queen did just that. “I came not to be served, but to serve.”
No mucking around with you, Andrew … you seem to have gone to the heart of why it is such an intriguing phrase. I think there is some resonance with the leadership style of Jesus.
Hey Paul,
It was nice to read your comments about TeArikinui Te AtairangiKaahu.
I’m sure you watched the coverage of her last day of Tangi yesterday on TV if you had a chance.
For me it was an opportunity and privilege to be on the Marae, on the Paepae to pay my final respects to a woman who brought about much change for Maoridom.
There were a few moments that wrapped around me like a Korowai (cloak) of the Lord’s Spirit, which will stay with me always.
The early morning Karakia on the PaePae before daylight, standing on the edge of the River with a Nannie beside me calling out her Karanga of grief, which filled the air with a spirit of absolute sadness, and then pride as both river banks, which were filled with thousands and thousands of people erupted into continuos chant of ‘Ka mate Ka mate’ with passion, as they farewelled their Queen aboard Waka to Taupiri.
It deeply moved me, and for anyone else who was there, it was something never to be forgotten or replaced.
It is a tragedy to have lost our Maori Queen, but the way she lead her people reflected the Jesus I know. humble, patient, funny at times and always, always for the people.
May she now rest in peace.
Hi Wendy – I would love to have been there. Actually I have a blog posting burning within me about features of Maori culture and words in Maori language that, even as the novice that I am, seem to grasp what it means to be Christian far better than features of the pakeha world. I’ll get to it one day…