Wednesday, 9 November 2011

Day 11: Departure at 19:15:00

For our final day we lived large with a trip to the zoo and yes, saw an orangutan. Not being into monkies much, I guess Mowgli was an ok sort of chimp. There's probably enough wrong monkey ID in there to get me in trouble with certain people (Orangutans are neither chimps nor monkies!!).

Yep, mm-hmm.

On the way to the zoo on the freeway somewhere between 80 and 100kph, ever so slowly a black ute pulled out right in front of us, cut across our lane forcing us to brake hard, he cut across the next lane, causing cars behind to brake hard, and maintaining his snails' pace, pulled into the turning lane. This earned him a hearty thumbs up from our driver who also gave a big wide smile and with amused surprise, turned to my husband in the passenger seat as much to say, "Wow! Get a load of that, eh?" Such is the manner of the people in the land.

Amongst all the usual zoo animals we did see some gorgeous maccaws and these are birds I love. I want one but could never care for it long enough because they have a 70-80 year lifespan. It's the kind of gift you give when someone is born or will it to them for after you're gone.

I first became acquainted with them while reading Linda Chaikin's Buccaneers series more then ten years ago and during a trip to Oahu discovered they have more character than you could wave a sunflower seed at. They are a funny and savvy package dressed up in a bird's body (no 'bird brains' here!).


Rex, one of the red maccaws at the zoo was a former 'actor' and appeared in Hollywood movies but the keeper did not say which. When he played dead it was cute because the keeper would 'shoot' him, he'd drop flat on his back, and then after about six seconds his head would pop up and he'd look around as if to say, "Are we finished yet? Can I get up now?" Too cute :) They are such smarties.

Back at the hotel we packed as a wedding was in action on the grass not far from the bay window of our hotel room. It's always a question of whether it's Muslim, Christian, or Catholic. On this occasion there was no question as to the belief behind the speak. I went outside to get some clothes put out to dry right as the minister was asking, "What kind of Christian do you want to be? Do you want God to be a Santa Claus Father Christmas God, or do you want Him to be real in your life?"

Definitely no question whatsoever, and it was food for thought to depart on.

Our trip was fantastic and a blessing of the best kind, making us feel very cherished, yet for me there's a certain awareness that not only can God do greater things than these, but it's my position here on earth to honour Him with my best at every turn. There's so much more to life than how we live it and I reckon He expects us to take hold of it for His Kingdom's good. Living like He is the supreme Santa Claus being in the sky is just plain shallow. I pray He will take me into the fulness of His will for me, and that with the grace only He provides...

Decide: "What kind of Christian do you want to be? Do you want God to be a Santa Claus Father Christmas God, or do you want Him to be real in your life?"

"From the days of John the Baptist until now, the kingdom of heaven has been forcefully advancing, and forceful men lay hold of it [as a precious prize--a share in the heavenly kingdom is sought with most ardent zeal and intense exertion]." Matthew 11v12

Depuis l'époque où Jean-Baptiste a paru jusqu'à cette heure, le royaume des cieux se force un passage avec violence, et ce sont les violents qui s'en emparent.

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