Redemption.

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Colour decked, the marbled skies entwine in splendid hue
And echoed in the earth below a rendered scarlet dew.
All earth besmirched with war and pain while heavens gaze on down
“T’was given to the hand of man,” God answers with a frown.
“And rendered up upon that day, he hands it back to Me,
E’en sky above, polluted, foul, which once was wild and free.”
The sins of man recorded here and buried in the clay
The skull, the bone, that once were fair, in dead abandon lay.
The blood soaked down within the soil, the dirt, the filth, the grime,
A thousand belching factory’s smoke eclipse the sun’s dim shine.

And man, what has become of him, the first creations prize,
He’s turned away to hate and sin, from truth he’s turned to lies.
“But see,” God says, on looking down, “some jewels within this flock
Of anguished souls intent on gain, still cling unto the rock.
They shine and glimmer in the dark and round them shines a light
That though the darkness press it hard continues in the night.
In them a seed, though thinly sowed, a hope that lies within,
That to the promise, stained in blood, they set their hopes to win.
To these brave few shall dawn a day when dark is turned to light
For all the evil then shall flee the day I join the fight.”

Surrender? It all depends what you surrender to!

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Surrendering to his base instincts he pulled the trigger,
Blood splattered pristine walls, lives ended.
Lives of endless suffering, of loss, of fear began in that moment.

Surrendering to her lover she gave herself to him in perfect love and trust.
From their union life sprang forth, a seed planted that day that would enrich lives forever.
Becoming one in love they each became complete, two became one and bore fruit.

Choose your “gods” wisely.
Surrender to the God of love, peace, joy, long suffering brings life.
Surrender to the god of pride brings hurt, suffering and ultimately death.
Let us not confuse the two, Satan is the god of pride, however well disguised, when we look upon others with disdain we surrender part to him, but “God is love” when we look on others with love, compassion, empathy we see through His eyes.
The greatest freedom is in total surrender to God – the right one!

And I will sing!

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My defiance takes a different note,

“They” want me to fear

So I will choose love not hate,

For only love casts out fear.

“They” want to manipulate my mind just as they manipulated the killers.

No go! I have free choice, I choose good, not evil.

“They” want me to cower, to become afraid to voice my own faith,

I choose instead to confirm my faith in a God of love,

The only one able to deal with “them”.

“They” cannot be “bombed out of existence”

Like the hydra “they” will only grow more heads.

Like chemo or radiation, that may give temporary reprieve, (while creating devastation) but it will not destroy the “stem cells”.

The real perpetrators lurk unseen in the shadows and the “cancer” will spread and grow again,

We see only the pawns in their diabolical power game.

Yet I will sing,

For God himself plays against “them” and is able to heal anything.

Limited by His gifts to us, of free choice, and earth’s dominion, He yet holds the end game.

Though I foresee escalation, destruction and hate,

I will love.

Though political idiots undermine our UK police forces (who protect us) with crippling budget cuts, while buying nuclear armaments,

I will trust.

While media are no longer free to print the truth,

I will seek it and speak it.

While orphans wail, and children lay in pools of blood,

While Paris is but the tip of the iceberg, and other nations experience such horrors on a daily basis,

I will continue to believe in the flame of good in humanity.

This is my defiance.

I will love, I will seek the truth behind the lies I’m fed, I will not be manipulated.

I will choose to see the good, the stories of courage, humanity, and compassion that remind me that man was made in the image of God, a God of love,

And I will sing my defiance!

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Can there be a happy ending?

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I was greeted this morning by a face book message saying a friend was safely accounted for after the “Paris Terror Attack”.

My mind went into free fall. Oh no not again! There are times I wish my mind was not quite so agile. I scan the news, 120 dead (and counting) Suicide bombs and automatic rifles… My mind kicks in again – that’s just the dead, for them it’s finished, there’s the grieving families left behind, worse – the injured. My mind’s already doing stats – general percentage death to injury. As the pictures of screaming victims, severed limbs, disfigured faces and bodies kick in my mind has already leapt ahead – this means reprisals!

It means anger, hate, further attacks pushing the moderate Muslims (who, like us, just want to live in peace) further into the militant camp. This means more hate, more aggression, more killing, more injury, more orphans.

My suspicious mind jumps one more step, Friday the 13th. -obviously chosen for its significance … but that would make no sense to a Muslim mind. They would not choose that day over another…

It must have been carried out by Muslims (even the best CIA operatives would not volunteer as a suicide bomber.- even they are not that crazed.) So why Friday 13th? There’s got to be another factor in this mix, but what?

The reports of automatic weapons also raise questions – you can’t exactly sneak one of those under your coat – how did they get them in – hmm seems the killers might need inside co operation of some kind. If so those folks are still at large. Too many questions, the greatest of which is, “How can this end well?”

At times like this I take refuge in my own faith that God sees all, every heart.

I imagine a God of love taking one of these bombers by the hand and, tears in His eyes, showing them how deluded they have been. I imagine the terrible anguish of soul when realization dawns that their idealism has been manipulated by evil, the horror of the chain of destruction they have been part of. I cannot feel anger towards them, only deep, deep sorrow. They are as much victims as those they destroyed.

Hate begets hate, aggression begets aggression. Long ago God gave this creation into our hands to choose between good and evil, to choose the good becomes harder and harder, often requiring a great degree of courage.

I’m glad God is the judge in all this and not me. I await in hope that one day, when the time is fulfilled He will intervene and at last we shall have peace, and those that truly sowed these seeds, whoever they are, find their retribution.

Born to love.

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“It is not a slight thing when they, who are so fresh from God, love us.” (Charles Dickens )

This beautiful quote set me thinking. All babies are born with the capacity to love and a need for love, we don’t teach them it comes naturally, but they learn to hate. Even boy babies are born loving not aggressive, war and hate are not inborn.

Paris.

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My heart grows numb to violence. The news is sad, more killing and in its wake my fears grow, not for my own safety, but for where this will end. I see posts of hate flooding the networks, irresponsible, deluded men proclaimed heroes. (To be murdered, tragedy though it is, does not make one a hero, nor a martyr of free speech.) A hero is one who gives or endangers his life for others or a worthy cause. Heroes should not be devalued this way, they are worthy of our respect. These men, dreadful as their murder was were not.

Now the hate on both sides will grow, fanned by media coverage, moderates will be pushed from influence. I have travelled enough to know terrorists are not made by mere religious fanatics; the seeds are too often sown and watered by the actions of western, supposedly Christian, nations. Were we true Christians the lies of our adversaries would find no ground to grow. My heart bleeds not only for the dead but for those who will die because of this in years to come.