“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”—J.R.R. Tolkien.
God dwells more in a little sparrow than in all the buildings dedicated to him.
There’s no struggle
Twixt light and darkness.
When light comes
Darkness is vanquished.
Makes a tiny light
More easily seen.
Darkness cannot penetrate light
But light can penetrate darkness.
We cannot fight the darkness, but,
Let in the light and darkness flees.
Long ago whist at college my daughter’s class was asked by an atheistic teacher.
“Whoever here believes in God, stand up.” Only she and a Muslim girl dared to stand.
“And why do you believe?” He continued. Their answers were very similar, they had both seen God work in their lives and miraculously answer prayer. Not to be put off he announced.
“Well you, pointing to my daughter, are Christian, but how come this girl is Muslim says the same thing?” She couldn’t answer and came home troubled. I had never considered the question and had to pray for the answer. It came instantly.
God loves all His children whoever they are and whatever faith they embrace. If someone prays with a pure and believing heart He will answer (even if they call Him by another name). My daughter was content with that answer. For me however it triggered other questions.
I’ve never believed that if someone hasn’t received Jesus they’ll burn in hell for eternity – though a common fundmentalist doctrine, that just doesn’t jive with all I’ve known of God. What about all those that never had a chance to hear? Rather I’ve found Him to be far more loving, more merciful, going to far greater extremes to redeme His children than I could envisage. I think not to know Jesus maybe means to miss out on the fulness of life He brings right here and now, the joy, the freedom, the healing, the solace.
It is my personal belief that, rather than God as a stern judge dealing out rewards and eternal punishment at death, we, in a sense, judge ourselves. When God is revealed in all His splendour we either run to embrace Him, cringe in guilt and shame begging for mercy, or run in fear or rebelion. To come before God drenched in sin is perhaps akin to someone drenched in gasoline confronting a fire. God is always loving, forgiving, but we can only come into His presence naked and humble (one cannot pretend with God) we cannot bear His presence with any taint of sin or subterfuge.
It says “God looks on the heart” we must be careful to do likewise. A self-righteous, holier than thou Christian may further from God than a big-hearted atheist. Perhaps some of the “saved” may find themselves raised, not to glory, but to “everlasting shame and contempt” for their lack of love toward humanity, and the shamed single mum who loved too ardently find, she that loves much will be forgiven much. Perhaps that’s what it means about the last being first and the first last.
Spring has suddenly sprung upon us! Just a few days back I was clad in thermal leggings, jeans, wool sweater, and a down coat taking photos of frozen lakes. Now here I am today in a long sleeved T shirt digging up the nettle roots and bricks holding my wrecked polytunnel cover in the ground and thinking about seed planting! It went from – 4 to 9 deg. in one day and seems to be sustaining it’s temperatures. The mind is dizzied! Hope I can keep up!
No need of work, or talk or rush,
Just laying here in tranquil trust.
No need of makeup, dress or flair,
It doesn’t matter what we wear.
No mirrored mask or speech at all
Adorns the place in which we fall
Secure in loves assured embrace
No longer need to keep up face.
Exausted but happy after a two hour snow walk capturing a bunch of gorgeous artwork care of the Siberian winds invading London.
Frozen lake with frosted snow.
Trees from the old flooded gravel pits emurgingthrough the ice – surreal!
Path between one of the lakes and the river (the only thing not frozen).
That’s not land but frozen water!
The wind tried its hand at sculpture here (notice the icycle sculpture formed on the branch hanging from the weir.)
The river resisting all attempts at transformation.
Farm at the canals side busily wheeling supplies – no animals out today!
Boats on the Grand Union Canal. The ice was melted in little circles around them – at – 4 deg. doubtless they had the heating full on!
No heating on this boat!