James’s Blog: Fearless.

James’s Blog:  Fearless.

(Our church’s annual Week of Prayer (we do pray at other times too) rolled around again, and once more I was asked to write one of the devotional reflections for the week. I’m posting it as this week’s blog post, just because I can.)

 

Let’s start these devotions for the Week of Prayer in an unconventional way – with some words from the 14th century Persian poet, Hafiz:

Fear is the cheapest room in the house

I would like to see you living

In better conditions.

I don’t know about you, but I can imagine God saying these exact words to each and every one of us. In fact, He does say these words, or words like them, through Paul in Romans 8:14:

“For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the spirit of sonship.”

Fear is the cheapest room in the house, and God would like to see us living in better conditions.

Fear is a powerful thing. Fear makes us work hard. From a distance, frightened people look motivated, conscientious and diligent. But God would like to see us living in better conditions.

Too many of us let our lives be controlled by fear. Fear of failure, fear of poverty, fear of criticism, fear of embarrassment, fear of conflict. So many different fears. But God would like to see us living in better conditions.

As we head into this week, know that prayer is one of the gifts given by God to help keep fear out of our hearts; to help us take those first steps towards fearless living. It says as much in Philippians 4:6 & 7:

“Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.  And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.”

Perhaps this week will finally be the time for you to make the move into some more suitable accommodation?

James’s Blog: Another Advent Poem.

James’s Blog:  Another Advent Poem.

There were no lights, no holly and the ivy;

no red-breasted robin to sing in festivity;

no cheer of any sort to warm the cold winters;

no berry red Santa bringing sacks of presents,

only blood red legionaries, bringing Pax (with blades)

and the hungry hoping that it wouldn’t snow.

 

And after all no ear did hear his coming,

because we only listen to music that we like,

and no eye did witness the raging storm

of heaven contained within tiny feet and hands,

for sometimes the first line of a poem

is best when it can only be whispered.

 

So into this absent-minded world of winter

(that tells itself lies to keep the dark dreams at bay),

came a mustard seed shaped Christmas,

that didn’t end with an angel or a star on a tree,

and the hat that was worn for this main event

you wouldn’t get from pulling any crackers.

 

And into this absent-minded world of winter

(that tells itself lies to keep the dark dreams at bay),

how silently, how silently,

the wondrous truth bomb is dropped,

and God imparts to human hearts

the blessings of dark dreams stopped.

James’s Blog: An Advent Poem.

James’s Blog:  An Advent Poem.

There are those who think it odd,

that you came as man and not as God.

A God would make things right

with shows of power, glory and might.

 

A God would shake the stage,

smiting evil-doers with holy rage.

A God, you see, will get things done.

A baby can’t. He needs his mum.

 

A baby is no use to us;

a baby screams and makes a fuss.

A baby doesn’t clear up mess,

solve problems, or bring progress.

 

But as for us, we’re not so hot,

we’re babies too, don’t pretend we’re not.

We need to scream, need a nappy,

we need our toys to make us happy.

 

We haven’t grown up in years,

so only a baby could share our tears.

We’re still learning how to crawl,

so I’m just thankful you came at all.

James’s Blog: Treasure Hunt.

James’s Blog:  Treasure Hunt.

(A serious thought became this not-so-serious poem. I’m not sure that the ten-syllables per line experiment really works, nor am I totally thrilled with the rhyme in the last verse, but it’ll do.)

Have you ever discovered something big

hidden away in a minuscule place?

Maybe something obvious, but more like

a raindrop that’s reflecting a child’s face.

We’re used to seeing small things in the big,

like grains of sand hidden amongst a beach,

or the grains of truth buried deep, hidden

within a major politician’s speech.

What’s the biggest thing you’ve ever noticed

hidden away inside something that’s small?

An elephant in a matchbox, perhaps,

or maybe nothing that silly at all?

As for me, I bet I’ve got you all beat,

for I had the most magnificent find.

You see, today I found the universe

in a scrap of bread and a sip of wine.

James’s Blog: Handling the Psalms with Care.

James’s Blog:  Handling the Psalms with Care.

It’s been said that the Bible is a record of God speaking to Man, but the Psalms are a record of Man speaking to God. This, I think, is one of the reasons why they have a universal appeal. Psalm 23 is the Amazing Grace of the Bible; it’s the one that everyone knows. The power of the Psalms is that they put into words the inner music of the human soul. Whatever is going on in you, there’s a Psalm that you can read and say, “Me too!” Read more

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