@brittarnhild
I am writing a series of tales from Ethiopia in connection with the project we have; Give us this day our daily bread. The tales are based on stories heard, tales told, experiences shared during our time there this autumn. I had my notebook with me everywhere, making notes, writing down ideas, sketching, and a set of tale started to form in my mind.
The process of transforming my notes into tales worth reading, is time consuming, is difficult, feels impossible.........
- seven coffee beans in a picher
- one single candle lit on the middle of the diningroom table
- a kitchen without windows
- injera made and shared
- a dad proudly showing his children´s school reports
- ant bites
As I search for the words, I realize how these stories have changed my life, are changing my life. And I have a deep desire that the words can do magic in other people´s lives as well. Open our eyes. Let our hearts beat a little faster, a little warmer.
The project we are doing together with the Ethiopians is called
Give Us This Day Our Daily Bread.
A prayer taught us by Jesus.
Give us, not give me, not give them.
Here, as so often in life, I feel like an apprentice.
I do have the best Master to teach me though,
and today, as every day, I fold my hands, silence my mind,
and pray.
Our Father in Heaven
hallowed be your name.
Your kingdom come,
your will be done,
on earth, as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our debts,
as we also have forgiven our debtors.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
and the power, and the glory,
for ever and ever. Amen.
