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Monday, 1 May 2017

Recycled



The unalloyed joy on a baby’s face, as he sees his mummy or daddy again after a few days’ absence, is just beautiful. He recognises someone who loves him, who looks after him and plays with him and comforts him when he needs it. 

God the Father doesn’t take work-trips or holidays. He is always with us: one of his promises repeated frequently in the Bible. But because he isn’t a physical presence in our lives, it is easy to begin living independently and not recognise he’s there. It’s easy to imagine that we can ‘do life’ independently. 

Nearly forty years ago now, I was pretty much lost in a life choice which was both wonderful but also required a big self-sacrifice. After a couple of years trying to go it alone, struggling to adjust, I was in danger of being sucked under into full-blown depression.  Then I was born again. I was like a baby who suddenly sees his father. The Father hadn’t ever left me, but in my own self-sufficient arrogance I’d been trying to go it alone. The Holy Spirit in me acted like a lightning rod drawing in God’s love and grounding it deep inside, changing me forever. The joy was just like that of a baby, unalloyed, spontaneous, total. I was, and am, so grateful, knowing I couldn’t have done it myself. I was a helpless baby, and finally as I cried out in my heart for help, God came. And I recognised him. 

The joy of the Lord is your strength, the Bible says. There is so much junk in the world, stirring anxiety and fear; there are challenges and obstacles ready to overshadow us and obscure the light and steal our joy. 

I read that plastic can be recycled into road paving, re-using something which will never degrade and also relieving the dependence on petroleum. It made me think of the junk in our lives, all the stuff that has gone on which was unhelpful, even terrible, and which can never go away. God is the great creator, and he can gather up all that junk, like plastic, and use it in our lives for good, in ways we can never imagine. All that hurt and pain that so hinders can be recycled into positive products which can be put to good use in our own or in other peoples’ lives.

God’s presence restores the joy. Placing ourselves in positions where we can recognise and receive from him, where we can be reminded of his unconditional love for each one of us, refreshes our souls. 

May you make time today to marinate in Jesus, who came to give us fullness of life and who loves us beyond anything we can ask or imagine. Such a gift. Such a saviour.

Friday, 9 May 2014

Amazing Technology. Amazing Grace



Technology has transformed our experience of life. Obviously. But two personal transformations are affecting me:

I am sitting in my kitchen in a (momentarily) sunny Scotland writing these words on my laptop, and when I post them on my blog my mainly Russian audience (don’t quite know why, but there you go) and others round the world will be able to read what I’m thinking about. Instantly. Almost 300 people every week look at my blog, which is exciting and hopefully keeps me focused and relevant.

Yesterday, one of our sons and his wife emailed us the 20-week-scans of our first grandchild. He or she was sucking his/her thumb, legs akimbo and ankles crossed. (no, we couldn’t see the gender...)

The shape of the head, the wee nose, the arms, the legs – even the heart and the brain – all there within a few minutes. How on earth anyone can condone aborting a baby at this (or really, any) stage is incomprehensible. There’s no doubt that my daughter-in-law is carrying the first of the next generation of this family. Not a bunch of cells. A baby. Sucking his/her thumb. Wow.

‘Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you,’ God says in Scripture. This child is already a glint in his/her Father’s eye, a much-loved individual who will be born here for a purpose.

Technology is amazing. But not as amazing as God.

Wednesday, 14 December 2011

Wings


Reminded this morning of the loving care of our God. Underneath are his everlasting wings. He shields us, protects us, nourishes us, when we allow him to.

Days are slipping by and Christmas is a week away. Everyone is beginning to ask the annual question. Are you ready yet?

Well, if by that question folks mean having the turkey bought and gifts for the family under the tree, then no, I’m not. I don’t yet have a tree. There isn’t a decoration in the house. I’m still writing cards that have to go abroad and still purchasing things on line which may have no chance of getting here before Christmas.
And of course, that is what people generally mean by the question.

I wonder what they would say if I turned it around and asked them, “Are you ready yet – not for the glitz of Christmas but to meet Jesus? To make a place for him in your heart? Or are you like the inn-keeper in B ethlehem: ‘No room in here for Him.’?”

I’m ready to meet him afresh. To greet him anew, as we do a new baby, with joy and love and excitement to know just where this relationship is going to go now.

Can’t wait. And meanwhile, I’ll continue to hunker down under his everlasting wings.