“Everyone that loves is born of God and knows God.”


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.


When the winds change!


We so often take things for granted. The winds change, and suddenly we are engulfed in freezing weather from Siberia! Blissfully complacent, our mild winters delivered endlessly to our shores by the gulf stream and its accompanying warm air currents, we forget we are actually on the same latitude as Siberia and, but for the manifest blessings of God, we would be engulfed in snow, blizzards, and icy temperatures every winter. English weather, so often malined, is actually a miracle of design. The interuption of our wonderful Carabean air currents is a great reminder to count our infinate blessings!

Father or husband?


It’s always seemed strange when I hear fellow Christians begin their prayers with, “Father God”. I understand they follow the example given by Christ himself, “Our father which art in heaven etc.” Yet it feels so distant somehow.

Coming to Jesus totally outside any church system, an artist and hippie drop out, it came naturally for me to pray to Jesus (God’s intermediary). My relationship from the beginning was close, very close. Easier to understand was the Catholic concept of “the bride of Christ”. Our relationship with our father, no matter how we love him, can never be as intimate as that of our husband or wife. We do not “become one” with our father, that seems almost blasphemous, yet Jesus claims us as His bride.

Perhaps this concept became real to me because for days after I received Jesus I found flowers at my feet. I don’t know how they got there, I just looked down and there they were. Yes, of course there are many explanations, but it has never happened before or since. How is not important. I just knew He was telling me He loved me in a way I could understand.

It’s not that I wish to convert everyone to my version of prayer. Rather, I think this concept might relieve much of the loneliness in the world. Everyone doesn’t always find that special someone to share their life. Even if they do that person may not be there forever, but Jesus offers Himself as the ultimate bridegroom, a man rich beyond belief, strong beyond wonder, able to care for us and solve every problem, who’ll stand by us no matter what with unconditional love. For Him each of us are that “special someone”. Before that fact loneliness disapates and the heart fills with joy.