When and where is there joy? When He holds the most important place the Highest place the innermost throne of my heart and in my life. He loves to dwell in the inner sanctuary that too often he occupies alone whilst waiting for me. In that place is Gold A River Laughter Rest Beauty Tears Vastness Passion A different experience each day. Truth Conviction Grace New beginnings Gifts Revelation Adventure Love poems Encounters and so it goes on… I could write a Thesaurus and it would never say enough. For the words of what is found in that place march off the page to eternity. My fickle heart - you have an enemy who shakes to see you go there. Not merely to pass through paying lip service to my King But to sit. To gaze. To dwell. Therein my joy. My love. My heart.
This is the world you hold in your hands. Not one jot one iota of suffering goes unseen. You wince as a sparrow falls to ground so how could our suffering leave you unmoved? This wonderful world made for your children Each ploughed field nurtures and blooms with life sustained by mud, sun and rain life-giving elements freely given. Growth is in your being O God, whose depths cannot be plummeted. Yet even as you fling the ever expanding universe into space You regard, lovingly, the palms of your hands engraved with our names. Each of our faces before you. Lives known. Our souls are seen. And loved. An empty cross our proof of your infinite care. Our bottled tears kept safe until the day when no tear more will fall. For we will see you. Face to face. Earths cares forgotten in the light of eternity.
“Walk with me” The words to your friends in Eden’s cool evening tumble through history. Enoch, walk with me Noah, walk with me whilst I explain carpentry and rain Walk with me, Israel, through parted seas and barren desert. I'll walk you to the promised land though you wriggle to escape my hand. Even as they feasted on milk and honey, they strayed. So far that none could hear your voice. So you yourself came Looked us in the eye and bid, ‘walk with me’ And we followed and walked from Galilee to Jerusalem and back many times, walking and talking. You were our friend, walking with us. Your crown was hid, and when your plan was revealed and disguise cast away You merely asked us ‘pray with me’ yet we slept, and on waking, we fled. Death could not hold you. Alive and risen you took again to the road with ordinary people. ‘May I walk with you?’ And you walked and talked explaining the plan, only leaving when light had dawned upon our dull brains that this was you and you were alive. Despair dethroned by Hope. Here we stand Urged by ancestors to walk with you A cloud of witnesses watching our steps until we will come to the city where no one shall say to another ‘know the Lord’ for all shall know You. All shall walk with You in a place beyond time itself. But for now, as gravity pins me to earth I hear the call of love the call to friendship You almost sound lonely, and certainly yearning: “Walk with me”.
It is time to leave all of our boxes:
Our zoom boxes
Our gadget boxes, our entertainment boxes
Our boxes with wheels or without wheels
Plunge instead, into creation and taste its rich delights
The world of colour, texture, smell
Full of the nature of our Creator – from tender deer to towering mountain
Through the seasons His message is plain – He is beauty
Life comes from death
Take off the mask and breath deeply
Of sea salt or pine forest or damp, peaty earth
Feel your soul expand as you move, unboxed, into Him…and live
by Jonathan Bunday
Why was I born so slow?
Why did the Holy One… All seeing. All knowing. Perfect in wisdom. Supposedly! See fit to encase my free and dancing spirit within this lumbering carcass? That creeps, and crawls, and trudges with rhythmical torpidity; That takes an eternity to get the shortest distance. A twig across my path seems like a Giant Redwood A stone like Butser Hill A puddle like Heath Lake. Even the busy wood louse scuttles past like an Olympic sprinter With a cheery “Morning, slowcoach! Nice day!” as he leaves me trailing in his wake. Why did the Creator choose to incarcerate me in this now fat and ever more wrinkled body? That crawls inch by painful inch across the damp earth Up the brown plant stem All to reach the life sustaining leaf – My daily bread, my nourishment that nourishes me less and less As this geriatric body stiffens and crumbles, and finally gives up the ghost. Why? What is it all for? I have never doubted how loved I am. His love throbs and pulses through every cell of my body. His delight in me; His tender care; His passion, and compassion, for me, even me Surely the slowest and least important of His creatures. And yet, His purpose in creating me remains a mystery - At least to me. Soon I shall breathe my last, and die. Die, knowing I am so loved; But die without knowing my deeper purpose. If only I could know. If only I had even some faint inkling of why He made me like this. Ah well. He knows. That has to be sufficient. He gives, and He takes away. Blessed be His Holy Name. The Word saw, and He smiled. As creation was unfolding on that seismic fifth day; All of heaven gasping with wonder and delight As each new creature burst into life upon the Virgin Earth. Each one revealing something of the Divine Mystery, Divine Wisdom; Divine Glory; The elephant’s strength; the gazelle’s grace; The eagle’s pinioned, breathtaking beauty in flight; Each one a mirror, a reflection, of one small part of the Holy One. Then heaven paused; intrigued. The humble caterpillar appeared; Brought into being by a word from The Word. “Now what reflection is this?” whispers one to another. “What part of Him does this slow and tiny creature reveal?” And now, Heaven sees, the caterpillar - having lived so briefly, Stops, dies, and is encased in a funeral shroud of its own body.
The Word saw, and He smiled. There are no mistakes. All are so loved; so precious; so cherished. All reveal something of His Divine Nature. “Arise, my love,” whispers The Word. Heaven holds its breath. A tremor of movement in the dead pupa. A flash of colour.
The new creature arises, phoenix-like, called into life by the Beloved. It gasps with wonder as it soars, and swoops, and flutters on the gentle wind. The sights, the smells, the delight, the freedom - Set free from that stiff and plodding body into a glorious burst of dancing speed and energy. Ground that once took a tortuous day to cover Is now crossed in a breath and a flap of iridescent wings. The Redwood beneath me now. Butser? Hah! A stone! Heath Pond? A mere puddle! The greatest mystery of all time; The prophetic forerunner of the Incarnate Word And for every ransomed child of God until the end of time - Revealed through an insignificant grub? Truly, for the foolishness of God is wiser, far wiser, than man’s wisdom; And nothing is insignificant To Him. © Jonathan Bunday 2013
We came across two trees intertwined. One was old with peeling bark, the other younger smoother and vibrant. They were mutually supportive and reminded us of the Living Word – Old and New Testaments.
Neither of the Testaments stand alone. The Old points us to the New and the New is the fulfilment of the Old. Both grow in the same direction and teach us about God – His ways and His person.
Both were alive, producing dense foliage. The leaves that suck the unwanted things from the air and breathe out oxygen. His Word is alive.
Thus ended our walk. I love the way God is so present in all of His creation.
In John 15 Jesus talks in length about the vine and we were thrilled to find a young vineyard in the middle of nowhere on our walk. Jesus calls himself ‘The Vine’ and us ‘the branches’ but in another sense, since we are called to be like him, we are also like individual vine plants in His vineyard.
What struck us was the time every little vine spent alone in isolation in its little protective sleeve. At a time of national social isolation this was very relevant.
All the time the baby vine is in its sleeve, it feels alone and in the dark. Yet it is a necessary time in order to teach it to grow straight and to grow towards the light. The sleeve may feel restrictive but it is also protecting the vine from pests and predators that would attack its wood to strip its leaves. Whilst it is in the sleeve the vine has no idea that it is part of something vast, that one day it will be producing fruit and contributing towards the rich wine that will be be produced.
How vast is His vineyard and how tenderly He cares for each individual vine, training it to become part of the whole.
“My Father is the gardener.”
This time we opted for a forest walk and asked God to walk with us.
Whilst we know he is always with us, there seems to be specific times when He says ‘walk with me’ and this was one of them. We chose to ‘look up’. The majestic pines towered above us, refusing all distractions and reaching straight up to the light.
We felt small amidst the huge trees, yet looked down to find heart-shaped blossom at our feet.
A reminder that His love is all around us, if we have eyes to see.
We saw more of this right at the end of our walk, again reminding us that He – the King whose name is Love – is our Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end.
Today I walked on the beach. I was struck by how much more beautiful the pebbles and shells were when wet. Also that shells/pebbles out further on the sand bank were covered more deeply by the sea and for longer and stood out in their solitary beauty, rather than the shells on the shingle which got lost in the crowd.
It spoke to me about how I need to wet, how I need to be unafraid of being out further, and alone. There were footprints in the sane even far onto the sandbank. He is always with me.
I don’t need to strive to get or stay wet, I just need to be still and let the tide wash over me. He will polish and shape me with His waves if I choose to stay and simply be.