We are hosting a worship night here at Edge Kingsland with The Ember Days, Ascend the Hill, All Left Out and our very own Edge Kingsland Band!

It’s going to be a great night.

Jan 13th, 2011
Edge Kingsland
6pm Onwards
FREE FREE FREE

See you there?

Come & Live New Zealand Tour Promo from The Ember Days on Vimeo.

We are hosting a worship night here at Edge Kinsgsland with The Ember Days, Ascend the Hill, All Left Out and our very own Edge Kingsland Band!

Book it in to your early 2011 plans, it’s going to be a great night.

Jan 13th, 2011
Edge Kingsland
6pm Onwards
FREE FREE FREE

See you there?

Come & Live New Zealand Tour Promo from The Ember Days on Vimeo.

This Sunday between 1 and 4pm we will be hosting over 10 stalls for both our family and the Kingsland community.
Invite your friends, family, neighbors along and start early on your Christmas shopping!

All the stalls are cash only so make sure you bring a few coins along…

This Saturday we are getting together to talk about what it means to serve in leadership at edge.
At the heart of leadership is the giving of your time, energy, and resources to help others become all that they are meant to be.
The Edge Kingsland family has always had an amazing group of individuals who have served in the work of leading.
If you have been involved in any form of leadership or would like to contribute to the future of this family then please come along and be a part of the conversation.

Saturday 27 November. 9.30-12pm.

“Life is a place of service. Joy can be real only if people look upon their life as a service and have a definite object in life outside themselves and their personal happiness.” ~ Leo Tolstoy

Greg.

Some of us here at Edge are obsessed with crafts & creating beautiful little things.
The first ever Fraft market ( combination of farmers & craft) was our way of taking our crafting to new heights.
We trialled our first Fraft market at Edge camp only to find that there were a number of people that popped out of the woodwork to
sell all kinds of things from knitted bow-tie clips, to bags of marshmellow, to bird boxes, to organic products…not to mention succulents in teacups & works of art.

So, with it proving successful we are onto organizing our second Fraft market coming up on Dec 5th & we are excited! We’re excited, because once again our lounges will turn into our workshop spaces, strewn with string and wool and homemade jam.

Come along and be inspired by all the creative folk in the Edge Kingsland whanau.

If you attend Edge Kingsland and you would like a stall, please contact Leah Oram 027-699-4874 / Bex Needham 021 21-44-588 or Sophie Austin 021-032-3734.

Proceeds from the Sausage sizzle & café will be going to the Kingsland Project

Leah.

A Wizard of Oz bellows loud and beats the drum of ‘Science Not Faith,’
continually confronting us with science as the answer to killing God…

Does evolution override our faith in God and belief in scripture? Did God create us to evolve? Can you believe in evolution and God? Do we need to?

Come along to get some answers to the myriad of questions we
are constantly faced with in regards to this topic.

Where? Edge cafe
When? This Monday, 27 September 2010
Time? 7pm
Speaker? Shawn Means – Doctoral student and Mathematical Biologist

How would you like to go to the movies, be able to sit down somewhere comfortable, enjoy some pre-movie entertainment by some of this cities top musicians, get a pot of tea, eat some home baking and hang out with friends.
While I dislike going to the movies as a hang out option or even a date, because of the lack of interaction, this kind of event caters for both scenarios. Bring all your mates, have a hang out. Bring a date, buy him/her a scone or brownie, listen to some nice chilled out tunes (Janine Foster this week), then snuggle up on a cushion for the movie.

Haha, now that I have set the scene, you should all come. ALL PROFITS DO GO TO ‘CHILDREN AT RISK’ in Cambodia, despite Beckys laughter last night. Basically we wanted to raise $4000 to take over and bless them with.
So far we have raised $2,500 with these nights. For those that aren’t mathematically minded, this leaves $1500 to make.
We would love for you to be there, but if you cannot make it, we would love your money haha. NONE OF THE MONEY GOES TO US PERSONALLY!!!

This week we have Janine Foster providing the entertainment & the movie is one of my favourites “Ferris Buellers Day Off”.

Will see you there, 7pm, $10.

Jayraj.

“Evolutionists are no longer concerned with obtaining evidence to support the fact of evolution…” So says the Encyclopedia Britannica.

The theory of Evolution and natural selection had a significant effect as it rippled out from the pure sciences to impact views held in every field of human endeavor. The prevalent world-view that results today is in many ways a challenge to the classical Biblical world view, and inspires friction between the secular and spiritual domains. In fact, Evolution is key to some peoples’ ‘non-faith’; as Richard Dawkins has remarked: “Darwin made it possible to be an intellectually fulfilled atheist.”

Are we truly here because a blind machine rattles random in the ‘verse? Is the Bible an anachronism, only for the ignorant and foolish? The Bible itself says: “The fool says in his heart, ‘There is no God,’” (Psalm 14:1).

What are we to believe?

Stay tuned for details of a presentation we’re hosting here at Edge at 7pm on Monday, 27 September 2010 to discuss these very issues.

My father celebrated his 60th birthday this year. I have this enduring memory of him wandering from table to table with a glass of scotch in hand, muttering “But I just don’t feel 60!” to anyone who would listen.

My father; immemorial.
One of the great men who taught me everything I know about God, the Father of the Prodigals.
One of my great heroes.

Let’s all raise a glass to fathers, father-figures and the Father Almighty this weekend.

A Black Briefcase

There are a few things I know for sure about my father;
That he was raised in Ramsgate, England – somewhere near the coast with old concrete lifts that were sunk deep into the crumbling walls of the beach.
That he ran away to join Her Majesty’s Merchant Navy when he was 16.
That he was raised fatherless, by his mother, who was a hardened wartime woman with a partially blind Chihuahua named Janie.
Most other things are a mystery. Perhaps, I think my father was raised in a stoic generation, in a country determined to hold on to her post-war dignity, the Great Lion rising slowly to her knees.

Either way, I’ve never been privy to the infinite details of his life. I’ve wondered where he keeps them; I’ve been an idle spectator for 27 years, which leaves 33 unaccounted for.
I have played detective, as any child does; built up a picture of him that is close to mythological – a composite of eavesdropped conversations, best guesses and fractured memories.
But I still maintain that the key to all this information is in his black briefcase.
The brand of the case escapes me. There is nothing distinguishable about it. It’s a generic thing; polished black leather exterior with 3-dial bronzed combination locks on either side of the handle.
I’m pretty sure he got it when he was working for the Social Welfare Department in Auckland, where he was my mother’s boss, and their office fling turned into a 30-year marriage. I suspect this because he was an appliance repair man and a wood-turner after that, and I don’t imagine my father needing a black briefcase for either of those professions.
The briefcase was an ever-present talisman in our household. A kind of Bermuda square, tucked away in the dark corners of hallway cupboards, or under his mother’s old writing desk. For as long as I have known, important things have disappeared into that dark case. As a child, I did my best to keep an inventory.

One marriage certificate.
Some tax papers, the details of which ‘do not concern me.’

A stack of baby photos, square and yellowed.
(Through the ages of 11 to 14, I convinced myself these were evidence of a secret love child.)

All locked up and guarded by two, 3-dial bronzed combination locks.

I have progressed from a curious child to an angst-fuelled teenager to a sentimental man. And through these years I have realized my father is like that briefcase. He, like the typical kiwi male, has never allowed himself the spending of emotions. Instead, I imagine he shoves his unspoken pride, disappointment, failures and triumphs in that same black briefcase. I imagine I’ve picked up a briefcase of my own, shutting away the skeletons of Oedipus and Freud next to missed appointments and unconstructed tree-houses.

I imagine, and I hope that it is a long time before I am granted the opportunity to reach under that cracked, Victorian writing desk and pull out his faded black briefcase. When I do, I expect many mysteries will be solved and a few will be added.

On my 25th birthday, I convinced myself into a quarter-life crisis. I drank some wine and penned a lingering ode to my father on 4 pages of torn journal paper. I told him that he was my hero and my muse; a darkened, weathered old man who fathered 7 good children and one black sheep. I told him that I had always believed him to be indestructible, and that to this day he has never given me evidence to the contrary.
Before I had a chance to sober up, I addressed and posted the letter.
It was 2 weeks before I gathered the courage to call home.
I asked my mother, did he get it. Did he get the letter?

Sure he did, she said.
I saw him pop it in the briefcase.