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Saturday, 21 March 2020

Contagious Laughter


Contagious humour. Infectious laughter. Contagious kindness. An outbreak of networking by phone to ensure nobody is too lonely, or without vital supplies. Not everything infectious is to be avoided.

We don’t yet know for sure how Covid-19 is transmitted so we are instructed to avoid all contact. Social distancing. Self-isolation. Quarantine. All that may protect us from the virus but it can make us vulnerable to fear and depression.

Jesus taught that we are to love each other like he loves us. The difference between normal human love and his divine love is the degree of self-sacrifice: he was willing to be quarantined from his beloved Father’s presence on the cross and until his resurrection because he loves us – unworthy sinners – so much.

In these days we are experiencing so many instances of people reaching out to one another. Not all loving kindness springs from love for Jesus. There is an innate goodness in each of us, created from the beginning. When God made humans, he looked and saw that what he made was good.

But when we love Jesus, we should demonstrate an even greater willingness to go the extra mile – make the extra phone call – pick up the extra supplies for others. Jesus said that people will see that we love Jesus through the demonstration of selfless love for one another.

2020 is the year of evangelism. We never expected it to arrive in this challenging form. But we have opportunity to spread contagious faith. To present infectious love for Jesus. To impact our world as we pray earnestly, and are ready to give the reason for our unshakeable hope for the future: Jesus in us. Jesus yesterday, today and forever. Praise him.

Thursday, 13 March 2014

Heady Hyacinths



Three white hyacinths burst forth into bloom last night, spreading a sweet aroma through the room. 

They sit in front of me as I write, and I inhale deeply, savouring their heady scent.

A single pink hyacinth is about to open too, perched on the mantel piece and ready to burst forth.

Smells are so evocative. The smell of hot cross buns as I enter the supermarket takes me straight to Good Friday afternoon, after the 3- hour service at church, when Mom would bake the hot cross buns and Judy and I would frost them, to be eaten with dinner that night and over the ensuing weekend until all were consumed. Sweet memory.

Paul wrote to the Corinthians, ‘we are to God the pleasing aroma of Christ...’ That is incredible. That we carry the aroma of Christ, the fragrance of the King of Kings. I know someone who is very partial to Chanel; in fact, I am myself; but this is miles better. Imagine being dabbed by the fragrance of Jesus, a perfume mixed of purity and self-sacrifice, love and goodness, mercy and forgiveness, justice and kindness and joy. 

Yes. Those are the ingredients I value in my perfume. I am so grateful that when God the Father catches a whiff of me, it is the whiff of Jesus, and not the noxious whiff I might otherwise emit, a perfume mixed of bitterness and regret, unforgiveness and selfishness, envy and strife and critical thoughts, injustice, meanness and anger.

Thanks be to Jesus for his wonderful aroma of life.