The Overcoming God

 

A ship sank off the coast of India, Don tells me, taking with it a cargo of billions of small plastic beads, which will wreck the marine life in the area. Cheery, starting the day with that bit of news…

Well, I counter as I emerge from the prayer window: the earth is the Lord’s and everything in it. For God, nothing is impossible. Ocean clean-up; peace in war zones; overthrowing of tyrants and disease, hunger and deprivation.

The news is generally dire these days, but I am going to praise the Lord of heaven and earth, who loves us and gave his life for us. Not in an air-head way, but in a deliberate act of faith in our loving and faithful Lord, who is the Alpha and the Omega, who has redeemed this earth from the tyranny of the enemy oppressor.

I believe in God the Father; I believe in Christ his Son; I believe in the Holy Spirit: my God is three-in-one. I believe in the Resurrection; I believe Jesus will come again. Why? How can I believe this? Because I have experienced his love, his mercies, his grace and his peace: he transformed my life. I know who I believe in.

And so I declare his praises this morning. Whatever my feelings about the state of the world, I believe in the loving faithful God, full of grace and truth and mercy and forgiveness.

Happy Endings

 

The paper is coarse, many pages marked with age spots. The cover is thick and heavy, conveying a sense of timeless permanence. The illustrations, despite their own age spots, are delightful, depicting an age which carried its own weight of darkness and injustice.

Fragile with homesickness, I purchased this first edition of Dickens’ David Copperfield for £9 over fifty years ago in Shrewsbury, which I was rather aimlessly visiting during the Christmas break from Stirling University, where I was an exchange student. Nine pounds was a lot of money to me, so the purchase was an impulsive self-indulgence. I have treasured it over the decades, but although I studied Dickens at uni and have read David Copperfield at least a couple of times, I had never read that first edition copy.

So I am reading it now, savouring the delicious descriptions of characters both appealing and revolting. I’ve been pacing myself, limiting my reading to a couple of chapters at a time to avoid the temptation to pick up speed to reach the denouement. With Dickens, the many incredible coincidences can be forgiven and even relished because of the beautiful detail of the story. Now, after weeks of working through it, I am approaching the end, anticipating the joy of seeing the sweep of this epic story tied up with a red ribbon, culminating in a happy ending despite the many sorrows along the way.

Perhaps we are all fragile with homesickness these days, living in a world increasingly dark and threatening, full of misery, injustice and insecurity. This is one of those moments to invest in a deep dive into the Scriptures, also full of vivid descriptions of villains and normal people who make mistakes, as well as heroes who trust God despite all the odds: Moses, Abraham, Peter and Paul. It is a story of which we are all a part, in which we are invited to see ourselves more clearly in the light of our perfect Saviour. A story which is also full of amazing coincidences (haven’t I experienced so many in my own life?) and which is – will one day be – tied up with the most amazing red ribbon of all: the redemption of the whole world by our loving Lord Jesus Christ.

I walk out into this beautiful day with a song of thanksgiving in my heart…looking forward to those final forty pages of David Copperfield later this afternoon!

Chicken or Eagle?

 

‘Chicken in the garden!’ one of the twins yelled. We all rushed out to encourage this feathered visitor back over the wall into her own garden.

We rushed hither and thither, the three children and me. I got close, reached out, nearly had her, then hesitated when I saw her beak, and she bustled off, all feathers and fluster and squawks.

Don came out, approached the chicken from the front and as he leaned in as if to pick her up, suddenly revealed an egg in the hand he had outstretched beneath her.

‘Oh!’ he shouted to the three children. ‘Look! An egg!’

The children roared with laughter. ‘She laid an egg!’ One child was so excited and laughing so hard she wet herself, which made us all laugh all the more. In the midst of our hilarity, the chicken decided it was time for a sharp exit and got herself back over the fence into her home yard.

I took the cold egg from Don, noticing the stamp, and returned it to the fridge.

Fun being married to a clown.

‘…those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles…’

Mhairi has often challenged, ‘Be the eagle, not the chicken.’

Wise words. Who would be the chicken?

This day, Lord, may I soar on wings like eagles, strength renewed as I fully trust in the Lord. I put all my hope in Him, trusting Him for issues both global and individual.

 

Cherry Carpet

 

We couldn’t reach them to harvest, but we should have spread tarpaulins under the ‘geen’ (wild cherry) trees that line our driveway. Storm winds stripped the branches and threw the over-ripe but still juicy black cherries down to give the driveway and grass verges a dose of cherry pox. I dragged the empty dustbins back to the house, unaware – until I was in the middle of the carnage – that  those cherries would stain my shoes and threaten our floors. I spent awhile afterwards with a toothpick to dig out the squashed fruit, and water to wash off the black juice.

With visiting children scheduled for this morning, Don and I were outside yesterday sweeping and hosing off the vibrant black smashes before they could stain kids’ shoes and transfer inside.

(I know, this is why it’s a good idea for everyone to leave their shoes at the door. A habit we never developed.)

Such a shame we couldn’t have harvested more of those sweet cherries for jam, pies, ice cream …

Lord, may I bear fruit today that enriches lives, warms hearts, feeds minds, reveals your abundant love and provision for all of your children. May I be willing to humble myself, to bend down and reach out to those whose struggles blind them to the sweet provision you offer. May I reach out to those I read about and offer a word of encouragement, a hand of friendship, an assurance of the love of God.

Don’t let me cling on to the gifts you give me, until time spoils and storms batter those gifts and render them useless.

The gifts are for the healing of the nations. Thanks be to God.