Ambon Manise!

Listening to Michelle Tumes this afternoon and looking at old photos of Ambon brought back a flood of memories.

I'm so very homesick right now. I found a random family's website that have put up recent photos from January 2007. But it's been soo long and sadly I don't recognize any of the places except a few.

(The beach photo) It made me smile to find photos of this beach, Santai. We once dug a huge hole in the sand that several of us fit standing up with room to spare. The waves would crash, especially on a stormy evening, against those concrete barriers sending water high into the air over 15ft!

Browsing the internet for photos of Ambon though isn't the best place to look. For every nice, pleasant beach photo there are three of burned or bombed buildings and churches, burnt or decapitated bodies and rioting. Gives me shudders some of the stuff I accidentally ran across. Almost sick. Oh how sad it is! :`(

(Left)
One of the old ferrys, probably one that we would have used to cross the Ambon bay back in 1998. At age 11, crossing the bay by ferry was so much fun. The whole experience was exciting... waiting in your car for everyone to unload and then boarding... typical Indonesian syle, seeing how many people and vehicles could fit without falling off either end. There were stories of taxis without breaks rolling off the ferry and into the bay. I don't think anyone was in it though.

(Left) One of the new ferrys, packed as usual. (Below) Ambon city... a recent photo I think



God You keep us without failing
As You watch us from above
In our comings and our goings
Sheltered by Your precious love
In the pouring rain of mercy
Comes the grace by which we're saved
For the glory of Your Name
For the glory of Your Name

You have touched our lives forever
Can we be the same again
May our hearts be ever faithful
Ever faithful as a friend
Let us live that we may serve You
Overflowing with Your praise
For the glory of Your Name
For the glory of Your Name

We behold the man of sorrows
Hanging there upon a cross
Where we wounded One so holy
Yet these wounds are life to us
For the blood You shed was perfect
And Your finished work remains
For the glory of Your Name
For the glory of Your Name

Now we life our eyes to heaven
See You seated on the throne
Still rejoicing in Your promise
This is where our hope is found
For we know that You are coming
Every tongue will sing Your fame
For the glory of Your Name
For the glory of Your Name
("For the Glory of Your Name" by Michelle Tumes)


Naomi

listening to "Please Come Back" by Michelle Tumes
& reading Meggs' History of Graphic Design (really boring, I don't recommend it)