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Doulos


The latest excitement outside the window is the arrival of Doulos an old steam ship built in 1914 -- apparently the oldest working ship on the sea today. Today it's a floating Christian bookshop that visits ports all around the world.

Doulos is a greek work meaning "Servant"

Musing:
From The Servant Song by Richard Gillard
"Brother let me be your servant.
Let me be as Christ to you.
Pray that I may have the grace
To let you be my servant to.

We are pilgrims on a journey
We are brothers on the road.
We are here to help each other
Walk the mile and share the load.

I will hold the Christ light for you.
In the nighttime of your fear.
I will hold my hand out to you,
Speak the peace you long to hear.

I will weep when you are weeping.
When you laugh, I’ll laugh with you.
I will share your joy and sorrow
‘Til we’ve seen this journey through.

When we sing to God in heaven
We will find such harmony
Born of all we’ve known together
Of Christ’s love and agony.
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  1. BaruchSeptember 20, 2008 at 9:17 PM

    The Doulos looks so beautiful at night. She came to Auckland as well - we manage to go on a tour which was very interesting. The son of one of my school mates was on the Doulos for 2 years. You can view my photos here
    and here
    along with additional You Tube footage such as the Haka Welcome and promotional stuff on the Doulos.

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