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Friday, 23 May 2014

Is Evil Metastasizing in this World?



Praying for a new friend this morning, a young woman who is newly diagnosed with breast cancer and now undergoing treatment. That led me to pray for so many others I know with this dread disease. 

Cancer is insidious. It lurks in all of us, we are told, waiting for a catalyst to awaken it and get it going. The catalyst can be any number of things: diet, stress, environmental pollutants, whatever.
My prayers widened to include the world. So many areas of horror and pain: Syria, Ukraine, Sudan, Nigeria, Iraq, North Korea, Afghanistan ... So many places where corruption and violence have erupted as evil has metastasized. 

The catalysts for turmoil in the world are many and varied: conflicting religions, territorial claims, historic instability, injustice.

Cancer is treated by removing the tumour and then blasting the body or at least the area with radiation and chemicals targeting any evil cells still lurking behind and preparing for another assault on the body. Sometimes human treatment works. Sometimes it doesn’t. And sometimes God intervenes and brings about full healing. I’ve known some people who have received such grace.

How do we treat the evil which is overwhelming our fragile world? Sometimes we try to remove the ‘tumour’ by getting rid of the prime mover in a wicked situation. Sometimes we try to starve the evil out through sanctions. Sometimes we launch a full-blown assault on the tumour of evil. 

I’ve heard it said that as soon as surgeons operate on a cancer patient, the cancer seems to spread. I’ve seen how launching a full-on military strike on Iraq has caused the cancerous evil of extremism to spread.  

We need to figure out how to treat the causes of the cancer, be it human physical illness or evil spreading through the world. If we can address the causes – fewer additives in our food perhaps, less crop spraying, harmonious living – we will have fewer cases to treat. 

There is something called the Micah Challenge which comes from the book of Micah in the Old Testament.  ‘What does the Lord require of you?’ Micah wrote. ‘To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.’

If we were able to pursue justice and mercy while remaining humble, we might have a bigger impact on the outbreaks of evil in the world. 

And beyond that: Lord, I don’t know what to do, but Lord my eyes are on you. Our Lord is a good God, a loving God, compassionate and full of grace and mercy and ready to heal, both the individual and his world.

‘As for me, I watch in hope for the Lord. I wait for God my Saviour; my God will hear me.’ (Micah 7:7)

Saturday, 8 October 2011

Times of Refreshment


Our 24 hours of refreshment came at the right moment. Both Don and I, pretty weary from months of activity and various emotional highs and lows, are feeling better for a wee breather courtesy of our fabulous kids.

The Bield offers a perfect place to step out of the rat-race and think of other things. I have been there twice before and had big plans for a deep connection with God and fanning into flames the glowing embers of faith. But I found I was almost too tired to receive. The Labyrinth, an ancient practice involving a simple grass-cut path on which the seeker ‘journeys’ with God, has yielded rewarding results in the past but yesterday, I seemed to be listening to the wind. 

The Spiritual MOT I had planned to work through ‘religiously’ was too daunting and instead we opted for an early night. I confess I felt disappointed, a failure. But as I awoke this morning, God gave me a little picture, clear and comforting. A forearm – His forearm – was washing the glass of a small round window, something like a dormer or velux window at the top of a house, but round. 

Meaningless to some perhaps but to me it communicated reassurance, that Jesus himself is cleaning the dirty glass of my brain and my spirit, so that His light can more fully enter into me. It’s not about me cleaning it. It’s about allowing Him to clean it. 

What a comfort.  What a relief. What a compassionate Lord we have.