The view of her kingdom dimmed A last breath sighed, and her spirit left this earth. In another kingdom, trumpets sounded, and flags unfurled As a King stepped forward to greet a queen Even as sadness rolled over these lands Rainbows were placed by a King’s scarred hands Gracing her palaces, her homes no more But honouring that life so faith-filled and sure. A blessing from Jesus A reminder perhaps Of his honour and promise that never fails. That resurrection life Follows death. And a first breath is taken In a new kingdom. Eternal love greets you, Elizabeth
I’m a Christian so I’m not worried. This weight on my shoulders is “godly concern” “a Christian burden for world suffering” “desire for my loved ones to have a good future” Or perhaps they are nicer sounding words for ‘worry.’ But then the world is burning, or drowning and how will I afford to eat or heat with food and fuel prices sky-rocketing. And what of sickness and frailty? The NHS is broken, how can I care for loved ones? What of the depressed and desperate? What of wars? Some problems are unfixable even with riches. What can I do but worry? Oh Lord This mind that tries to fathom mysteries This heart that wants to fix all pain This desire to control or at least see the future - prophetically, of course! All these things vie with simple trust. Help me trust like a child, knowing their loving parent has the answers and will fix all things when the time is right. Like a child who does not fret about past or future but plays, lives and loves in the moment. Your words “consider the lilies…” echo across the world past stoppered ears who prefer cash in hand to trusting your bounty. Be still, my frantic mind. Teach me to breath slow to live in the moment and set my mind on you. that the promised gift of Peace may come.
‘See me’ she cries in all her glory as sunset glides through golds and pinks leaving purple haze and peace. “I’m here” - a whisper her voice barely dusting the still lake. Beauty calls through artists, poets and kind deeds of broken humanity. Hear her voice, or his, through enduring love and sacrifices, great and small. She calls us to He who made it all. Magnificent Creator who painted the greatest beauty in the ugly-skull-place Blood dripping down roughly hewn wood. Hatred unable to stifle Love pouring from the broken body, the ultimate sacrifice given to draw us into the eternal dance in divine union past visible horizons. Beauty calls... Take the outstretched, scarred hand and join the dance and the kingdom, where unending beauty dwells.
How I hate This necessary darkness. It is even worse than those days in mid summer When I am gasping for just a drop Of water. When the earth around is cracked and dry Scraping against me. I cry out: “I cannot keep going, sustaining life Without something to quench my thirst. I can grow no more.” The response: silence. I try to rise, but only meet a hotter place a drier place. The only option is to stretch to reach out my roots Tentatively pushing down until - bliss! The earth grows damper I stretch out more. Damper and wetter with each centimetre until I am quenched. I feel my flowers opening My leaves becoming glossy And I know I am beautiful. Bees visit and spread the good news of my glory With every grain of pollen that clings to their feet And is spread near and far as they fly. My scent declares all around that I am good. I am oh so tasty. Those days are long gone now and I am nothing. Hidden in this necessary darkness Flowers, scent, leaves but a memory. I have been razed to the ground. I look lifeless No one even knows I am here and there is nothing I can do. Except wait. Wait. And wait again. A long, cold waiting in the frozen ground. But I know one day - and I hope it is soon - A bud will form. A sliver of green reach out and start its fragile journey towards light. I know I will grow again Bigger, better, more beautiful than last year. But meantime I wait Replenishing the core of my being As I rest In this necessary darkness.
Let me tell you about true faith.
Standing in the dark,
not knowing if I Am with you.
Feeling the poverty of your prayer life
Wondering where I went.
Wondering if I Am?
So many questions.
A miracle would be good
but since there is none
Still you put one foot in front of another
Still the ember glows in your heart
Still you help, you give out, you love.
This is faith.
“Oh but it isn’t love” I hear you say,
“I just do stuff ‘cos it needs doing.
“If I didn’t, who would?”
So you carry on
caring for the helpless,
Not seeing that as you wash their feet,
you wash mine.
You argue that your lack of feeling
means you love less.
No child, the lack of feeling
means you love more
for you are still there. Caring.
You stand on Sunday,
Barely able to sing, your heart in your boots.
But the song of your caring deeds
is sung in my Presence.
This season will not last forever.
Your service honours me and is done unto me.
Those who honour me in this way, I will honour.
Child of faith
Child of worship
Child of love
Nothing much written lately. Stormy skies are all around what with Covid threats and dire situations all around, many of which touch me and my friends directly.
Yet He – our beautiful Jesus – knows all about that. He is the man who brings Peace to storms.
My refuge at such times is Psalm 27. Within this psalm is the simple answer.
I did a talk on this recently which is found at the following link. The slides which accompany it can also be downloaded. https://beaconchurchhavant.org.uk/messages/psalm-27/
Do not chase after fame or riches or things that may make you feel important. Do not fret over the moments, days or weeks when you may feel friendless. Do not serve motivated by the need for recognition. Do not stand in line to speak with leaders Or sit in front of ‘prophetic ministries’ longing to be picked out so that you may receive a word from God. And if you must name-drop Why not drop My name into your day I AM King of Kings Friend of Sinners Lily of the Valley Bright and Morning Star Light of the world Father Comforter Saviour Good shepherd Lion of Judah Lamb that was slain Your Prophet Your Peace Your friend I AM Emmanuel - God with you Drop My Name into your heart and your days Sit under My throne Receive a word direct from My mouth spoken by My Spirit I will make you rich with the things that truly matter that never perish. And always know I AM the God who sees you.
Writing this as I listen to some beautiful music.
Ok…advert over, extra-ordinary writing will be resumed! 😉