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Sunday, 10 November 2024

Lean into the Gardener

 

The voluptuous blooms on their hydrangeas are fading fast, and Emma commented it was time to prune the heads. Even after all these years, I am still a novice in the garden. So she showed me how.

An inch or two below the wilting bloom, you can see the buds forming for next year’s profusion. Cut the old flower head off there, and next year’s show will be amazing, she suggested.

I’ve done it now. We’ll see what happens next year.

My Father is the gardener, Jesus told his friends, … every branch that does bear fruit he prunes, so that it will be even more fruitful.

Pruning is painful. Sharp shears severing aspects of our lives which may have appeared to be flourishing. Buoyant home groups which falter. Spiritual gifts which seem to dry up. Rich relationships which encounter unexpected issues. A path forward which disappears, or is blocked.

The hydrangea is pruned before the winter storms hit. During winter weather, it, like the other plants in the garden, hibernates, regrouping, gathering its strength for the next growing season.

A sabbath rest, a time to be refreshed, strengthened. A time to sharpen our ears for God’s voice.

Simplify. Batten down the hatches, and lean into the Gardener.

 

Thursday, 7 November 2024

Drawn to the Light

 

The broken man was drawn to the mountain and its glacier. The cause of his brokenness is not revealed, but as he embraces Mont Blanc and its melting glacier, he encounters a healing power which restores his soul. The healing touch leaves his left hand and forearm forever changed, charged with an inner light which glows warmly in the dark.

This was the story in the French film we watched last night.  

A fitting story during this week of the American election, the results which have broken the hearts of many and left them reeling. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. In the days to come, may we all be drawn constantly to the love of God. May we all be filled with the light of Jesus and the power of the Holy Spirit. Lord, let your healing touch forever change us, those who follow Jesus, so that our lives are charged with an inner, divine light which glows warmly in the dark. May we trust in God as we negotiate whatever is to come.

‘As for man, his days are like grass; he flourishes like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more. But from everlasting to everlasting the Lord’s love is with those who fear him, and his righteousness with their children’s children –’ (Ps 103)

May your righteousness be with our children’s children, empowering and strengthening them. From everlasting to everlasting.

Help us to keep our eyes on you.

Tuesday, 5 November 2024

Jesus, Jesus over everything

 

The birds are back, gathering at the bird-feeders, filled again after the summer, when they were left empty because there was so much sustenance in the fruits and berries and thriving insect population.

There are times when my spirit is released to feed widely, gathering wisdom from sermons, guidance from fellow-disciples, nuggets of knowledge from devotionals. Other times, I sense a need to just draw in to Jesus.

This morning, I found myself laying my hand on the globe in my prayer window, covering the USA. And I sang out ‘God bless America, land that I love. Stand beside her, and guide her, through the night with the light from above. From the mountains, to the prairies, to the oceans, white with foam: God bless America, my home, sweet, home. God bless America, my home sweet home.’

On this day which is critical for the future of the country, with repercussions for the world, God bless America. What else can I pray?

When I need to snuggle into the Lord, I find I am best able to do that through music, so I went on to the recent praise song from Charity Gayle, I Speak Jesus: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PcmqSfr1ENY

To whom else should we go? Peter asked. You, Jesus, have the words of eternal life.

‘I just want to speak the name of Jesus’ in every voting booth in America today. I just want to speak the name of Jesus into every heart that beats with hatred. I just want to speak the name of Jesus into every spirit that cowers in fear. ‘Break every stronghold, shine through the shadows’ Jesus.

Jesus over fear. Jesus over illness. Jesus over anxiety. Jesus over hatred. Jesus over pride. Jesus over nationalism. Jesus. Jesus.

I trust you to feed us today, Lord Jesus, knowing that your ways are not our ways, and praying that we would all feed on you every day. As the birds need to feed frequently, so I need to feed frequently on you, Lord.

I speak the holy name of Jesus over this hurting world this morning, Lord. Your world. Shine, Jesus, shine, in your disciples today. Shine, Lord. May we bear your image, whatever happens.

Peace. Shalom. In Jesus’ Name.