22. Wake up call
My new notebook (diary) started off in November 2001 with another co-incidence: “At 11.50 am on 31/10/01 I was writing on my novel. In the chapter on Pete’s hospitalization (first Glenside) I typed the words “supernatural powers” into the computer. Right then, the very same moment, the two words “supernatural powers” were spoken on EBI FM 103.1 Radio. I feel God is working a great miracle in me. Please Lord, make me humble to contain your blessings”.
My mind looked at everything in life from a spiritual view point. September 11th 2001, the day none of us will ever forget, was no exception. I firmly believe that God controls the universe to the last detail. Every hair on our head is numbered, the scriptures tell us. My stubborn belief, that God allows things to happen, puzzled me very much after the terrorist attacks on the twin-towers in New York. God had it in his power with one flick of his finger to spoil the plans of those religious fanatics. But he didn’t. Many people have cried out: Where was God in all this?
After much thinking and praying it seemed to me that there was an increased awareness of God by millions in the west, who for days watched the calamity live on TV. This turning to HIM pleased God very much. This is how I explained God’s apparent lack of interest in helping to save the innocent on board those planes and in the buildings. Many victims were strong Christian people, it came to light later. Following September 11 the phrase – Wake up call was heard frequently on TV, Radio or in the printed press.
Reading the book of Jeremiah, I stumbled across a verse, which I thought mirrored God’s way of dealing with his people regarding the Sep. 11 events. Verse 6 of chapter 6 gives a distinct account of the God of Israel giving the enemy instruction how to conquer Jerusalem. We would call this high treason. But this is exactly what God had done. He wanted HIS people to come back and turn to HIM. God certainly caught the attention of the world following the terrible events of that fateful day in New York.
One morning during my prayer time the word “too hard basket” dropped into my head. I felt nothing was done about the log-book system for learner drivers, because it was all too hard for the politicians. Over a period of ten days or so a plan crystallized to send a “too hard basket” as a symbolic expression of my frustration to a politician. Mr. T. was the obvious choice, because he was an independent Member of the Legislative Council (Senate).
I took a small ornamental basket, the base was about the size of a postcard, and removed the plastic flowers in it. Isobel would not notice it missing from my office. But, why send an empty basket? This was an opportunity to convey a definite strong message. I typed the letters L and P onto a sheet of paper, cut them out as my first item to be included in the politicians surprise basket.
The second item was the date Sep. 11th and the scripture reference Jeremiah 6, 6 with an arrow linking one to the other.
Lastly, I made up a little poem about my family doctor being wrongly accused of fondling. It went like this:
“There was a man named Dr. Lang who pleaded guilty to doing wrong. The fact remains, he always knew it; he was pressured to say: I sorry I do it. For others the doctor his life he gave, playing tennis he found an early grave.
Dear Greg and Kim,
Here is a piece of artwork I sent to a
few journalists a few months ago.
JEREMIAH 6, 6
I was already in town on Wednesday 21/11/01 for a regular meeting of the Speaker’s Club I had joined earlier that year. I planned to drop the basket into parliament house that day. It was wrapped like a small present. However, I ran short of time that morning. Just as well I did, because an important change was to be made to the basket.
On the top of the handle of the basket I had the two words “too hard” written on paper and stuck on with tape; why such a negative message? I thought. So I wrote on one side the two words – nothing is - and – for God - on the other side. Yes, that’s it: Nothing is too hard for God! This was to be the name of the basket for the politicians of South Australia’s parliament. And what better day to deliver it, than on Friday? Did not every other significant event happen on a Friday? On the 25th Nov. 2001 that little basket with bits of paper arrived at Parliament House, Adelaide. On the back of my business card I wrote: Attention Mr. T. He would know where it had come from. I left it at the reception desk of Parliament house, North Terrace.
On the same day as delivering the basket I sent the same three messages that were in the basket as a letter to Carol Altmann, from “The Australian” newspaper, Jeremy Cordeaux of Radio Five DN and Des Ryan, the editor of Messenger Press. I hoped to start a dialog amongst those people about events generally. There was every chance I would be brushed off as a mental patient. This was fine with me. I had no reputation to loose. Strangely enough I never received any appalling email or message from either of these people telling me I’m an idiot. Communication was all one way.
An entry in my diary on Nov. 25th 2001 sums up my feeling at the time: I am more relaxed with them (friends). I am learning to do everything in love, not compulsion.
What a way to show love to a few journalists and a politician! The entry in my diary continues:
“I think the whole affair is either from God and will succeed, or it is my illness and just fade away, either way I would just love to delight in God’s will, not just do it.”
1. More in number 2. A sound mind 3. Now I'm found 4. Candle and the Wind
5. Realm of Nature 6. All in his Hand 7. The Wonder of it All 8. To Think God loves