Hi, I’m Jonny Boy the theologian. I have a library in my head!
To be honest, this blogging thing was not something that I was even considering. The fact that I am a computer heretic helped in this regard. This was the case until some friends started to slowly, but consistently encourage me in this pursuit. One such friend, decided that it was about time I got down and diligent, with his comments, “you slacker,” having to be replaced with “you blogger,” as I began to flow on the fruits of his computer-geekyness, with the words at the top of this page being his jocular way of describing “yours truly.” Therefore, they remain a humorous hyperbolic reminder of this beginning, a journey that continues… Visit HERE for the visual affirmation>proof!
This seems only such a short time ago, and it is… but here we are!
Enough about this… more about me… as, after all, this is the title of this page!
Born at a young age [ha, ha] to Llewellyn and Ann King at the Palmerston North Base Hospital, this child [that would be me] would be the final piece in the King Sr. family puzzle, the other sibling, an older sister, being Leeann. It would not be long before God’s knocking on their door could not be ignored any longer, with ministry that would see this family travel throughout both Islands of New Zealand, calling Wellington, Wanganui, New Plymouth, Christchurch, Auckland, and finally Palmerston North home, as Llew and Ann fulfilled their ministerial duties with The Salvation Army.
Near the end of this journey, their son, Jonathon [now a fully paid up member of the PK community, and affectionately known as "Jonny"] would meet what would be the other half to his earthly pilgrimage, Shannon. Marriage, Family, and Study in the uncivilized backdrops of “heathen” Australia would ensue, which concluded with bringing this family, now swollen to four, back to where it all began for Jonny, Palmerston North.
Mysterious days were on the horizon, where the sovereignty of God, that often silent player, who always wins the day, would come out from behind the shadows and put Jonny in the pit with the ghosts of Job and Joseph. The reader may be a little surprised that the Author has chosen this twist in the plot line, but just as his spiritual forebears have affirmed, this finishing, suffering school of God, is not a place of destruction, but of instruction, instruction in the things that money and education can not buy, because He knows the way I take; when He has tried me, I shall come forth as gold [Job 23:10].
This destination is not the end of the story, but is merely another thread in the overall tapestry in the journey of life, which endures, even as you read… to be continued!!!
This was written some years ago, and provides much creativity, but has some holes and needs a little more content, so here goes the Jonny-filler.
At the end of 2004, and I mean the end, after graduating, we packed up our life in Adelaide and returned to Palmerston North, New Zealand, but plans were afoot.
Thinking that it might be good to have more degrees than you could throw a compass at, I was accepted into the Th.M. program at the University of Otago [located in the South Island of New Zealand], which I planned to complete extramurally from my North Island base, which would fit nicely for the two or so years that we planned to be in New Zealand, as I was wanting to go to the States to Seminary!
However, other matters, such as paying the bills became more significant, and with future thinking still very much still part of our plan [theoretically, at least], I decided to focus on getting some c-ash.
The stage was set for that silent players performance in my lifetime, where my health, already a concern, would impact the present [2005] to the present [2009], casting its shadow into our future.
In this time, Shannon and I have had our third child in 2007, all boys, but the illness that I have battled with is a tough opponent, and does not want to submit, but, there has been some good improvement, although, as I write, I wonder if I am not in another swing or round-a-bout.
Each day this continues, considering the impact that this has on all our lives, we desperately pray for a turn around of Saul-who would-become-Paul proportions, which will allow us to serve Him in a more upright [literally] way.
The date is sometime in August, 2009 as I re-write this, and this year I have decided that the time is now to look at completing some study towards, God-very-willing, a Th.M., but we will have to wait and see if my plodding steps can make it through.
I trust that you will be blessed by what is presented in this blog and encouraged to passionately pursue Christ!
Please feel free to contact me about, well, pretty much anything.
