Archive for September, 2005
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0I had wanted a chance to go off into the wilderness, literally. To be away from any other human being and fairwell myself before I got married, but things didn’t work out that way. So… here I am.
My name is Jonathan Puddle. I’m the son of a man named Stephen. A creative man, a funny and talented man. A times a loud man, and at times a quiet man. At times a complicated man. But a man I’ve always been close with, always been friends with, and always will be.
I’m the son of a woman named Rhonda. A wise, caring woman. A woman who’s patience I have never seen matched. A woman who has nurtured me, let me grow, let me marry and has always been behind me in everything I do. A woman who has not smothered me. I woman I am proud to kiss on the cheak.
I am also a son of the Most High God. The creator of the universe, the creator of live, of love. Of me. A God who created me, so that HE could love ME. A God so selfless… and the only one in existence who is worthy to proclaim his own name.
The man I have become is because of my parents upbringing. All three of them. ;)
I’m 19 years old. Some tell me I’m too young to marry… some tell me it’s all good. All I know is that I have become accutely disinterested in the things many others in my generation are interested in. All I know is that I have goals and passions that differ from those of many in my generation. All I know is that I have found a woman that I am willing to lay my life down for. Yes, physically… I’d take a bullet, but more courageously, I’m willing to take one every day. I’m willing (and ready… as I’ll ever be) to love this woman unconditionally. (Some days I don’t remember what that means, but by Christ I’ll try and remember.)
I’m going to lead us as a couple, as Christ leads the church. Some days that thought terrifies me. Some days I feel so small and insignifigant. But then I remember that in many ways I AM so small and insignifigant, but in some ways I am huge. In many ways I am signifigant.
In case you’re lost… I’m sorry. I’m really writing to myself.
I’ve always been a why-not kinda guy. I’ve always done my best to take life by the horns. In 14 hours I’ll be marrying the woman of my dreams. The woman who meets and exceeds every point on the list I made many years ago, of what I deemed a good wife for me would be. I can only hope that I will meet the points of what a good husband is. I think I will. I know that I’ll give it my best. I know that if we fail at this relationship and divorce, it will be because we have not given it our all. My all is something I decided to give 6 months ago.
I’ve learnt a great many things since then. Things that I’m sure will be a good foundation to start a marriage on, and things that I’m sure are only scratching the surface of husbandly-knowledge. Things like, “If it’s important to her, it must become important to me.” Things like, “A happy wife is a happy life.” Things like realizing that the quiet gentle love of a woman, even when I’ve been rude and unkind, is one of the most powerful forces in the universe.
As I said, I’m the son of my parents. Every part of me is because of them giving their all to raise 3 healthy God loving sons. The thought of being a parent blows my mind. The thought that in 9 months I could – within wedlock – be a father, blows my brains out like a shotgun.
And believe me, those things can blow brains the crap out.
What more do I have to say to myself?
Tomorrow Jonathan, you will marry the most beautiful woman you have ever seen, and will start your new life. You’ll have the most amazing time you’ll ever have, from now until eternity, and you’ll share it all together.
For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and will be united to his wife and they shall become one flesh. They are no longer two, but one.
Fairwell old friend, may you fair very well.
This is Jonathan Puddle, the bachelor, signing off.
Quote of the Day
0“Good day everyone!
Tomorrow my lovely fiancé and I will be getting married! How sweet is that?! So, for those of you who live further a field, we have arranged for the wedding to be broadcast over the internet. In order to watch, you will need to have Windows Media Player installed. If you do not have that installed, hit this link.
The wedding will begin at 1pm Eastern Standard Time. To find out what time that is in your locale, hit this link.
So, once you have woken up early, or stayed up late, to watch the ceremony you will need to hit this link.
You will then be asked for a username and password. If you are using dial-up internet, or some other slower form of internet, your username will be “wedding_lospeed” and your password will be “jonathan_maija”. If you are using high speed internet, your username will be “wedding_hispeed” and your password will also be “jonathan_maija”.
Once you have logged in, you should be at the live stream page. It will say “Revive TV.” If you ended up at a different page, simply click on “Revive TV” along the top of the page. From there, the video should load and you can watch live.
If you have any problems tuning in, unfortunately there’s nothing we can do, but there’ll be a DVD made.
Thanks to everyone for your love, prayers and support.
Blessings,
Jonathan and Maija”
“Sky rockets in flight”
0I’m getting married tomorrow. HAhaha, how sweet is that?!
I feel so honoured and humbled, that people would travel from across the world to come to my wedding. My Uncle and Aunt arrived safely the other night, Rochelle Badger arrived safely yesterday, my Dad arrived a few days before. Jacob Murphy arrived the other week. I’m blown away. I’ve never felt so humbled… so accutely aware of my non-deserving-ness. But at the same time I’ve never felt so elated, so thrilled.
I think God’s doing something profound inside me.
Watch this space
0This just in: The Puddle MacLeod wedding will be broadcast live to the internet!
Some logistics have still to be worked out but I’ll post the links here beforehand, so anyone wanting to tune in can do so. There should be 2 feeds, one for those with slow internet, and one for those with high speed internet.
ALSO: My sly sly family have managed to pool the wull over my eyes, but revealed their secret to me tonight. My Uncle Owen and Auntie Kathryn are coming to the wedding!!! AAHHHHHH! Owen was here last year… or earlier on in the year, I don’t remember. But I haven’t seen Kathryn in maybe 6 years? I don’t remember if I saw her on one of my visits home.
So… I’m very excited. They arrive tomorrow at 6am. It turns out everyone knew but me. I’m touched.
“Do you have a penny from before 1970?”
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So, this is what my dear friends made me wear tonight, as we spent 2 hours at Playdium. I was assigned a task list which I had to complete. I wasn’t told the consequences of failing; I thought it best not to ask. In order of completion, here are the 5 things I did (the minimum… but I couldn’t really do much more, trust me.)
- Serenade two ladies
- Get a photo taken on someone’s else camera *
- Find a penny from before 1970 **
- Sing the New Zealand national anthem from the top of the staircase
- Urinate in a public place and say, “Oops, looks like I peed me pants!”
In addition to those fun fun things we played plenty of arcades, air hockey and drunk some beers. Good times had by all…
* There was another guy there having his bachelor party. He was dressed up as a woman, with a dress, boobs, makeup and tiara. He actually requested a photo of the two of us, so that solved that problem. He’s getting married October 1st; He wished me congratulations, I wished him the same.
** This proved to be the most difficult task of the night, by far. I asked probably 30 people – maybe more – for a penny. Some didn’t have their purses, some didn’t bother to look, and some were plain rude to me (but… who’s to blame them, really ?). Eventually after explaining my sad tail to far too many people, one nice young girl had a penny from 1966. I cheered.
I apologise
0for the lack of coherence in my last post. But, it’s a fairly accurate representation of what’s on going inside my head this week.
Noticings
0Damien and I went to my soon-to-be place of abode to continue painting. We’re almost done. In the elevator on the way up we met a woman, around 50 years of age. A friendly lady, who held the elevator for us as we carried our armfuls of stuff in. A woman who had a bit too much cleavage… but had a Star of David around her neck. A woman who smelled like she had been smoking… and had bright green hair!
I hope all the tenants of our new apartment are this interesting!
Last night Maija was thrown another secret bridal shower, which resulted in her getting to the apartment around 11:30. I’d been painting since shortly after 7, so I was well and truly exhausted. When I eventually hit the couch back at mum’s place I found myself praying fervently… I even clasped my hands together and spoke lovingly to my Jesus. The prayers of a beyond exhausted man are an interesting, beautiful thing.
My thoughts have been on New Orleans and the other areas devasted by the hurricane, today. It’s terrible, the stuff happening there. People driven insane with desperation, shooting at cops and rescuers, looting shops. From what I hear on the news gangs seem to be ruling the city and people are trapped in the Convention Centre. They talk of rape and murder, bodies left in the street. The stuff of movies and “other parts of the world.”
But… this is the media we’re talking about. I read one news headline that said, “Gas jumps 50c in one day!” The article went on to clarify that that only applied to one particular state.
So… who knows the accuracy of such reports… but it’s all terrible anyway. I can only liken it to a zombie outbreak. “They’re infected… with RAGE!!”

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