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Tuesday, 16 September 2014

Trust or Rust


How brilliant it was to think about these words on Sunday. 

Yesterday I was waiting for a bus.  Maybe my eyes played tricks on me but I thought I saw one coming in the far distance of a straight road where I was waiting.  I was wrong.  It wasn't a bus but a truck.
 
So did I stop waiting?  Of course not.  I trusted that, with no sight of it, a bus would come.  We must learn to trust if we are to wait upon the Lord and be made new.

Monday, 8 September 2014

Falling Apart

A few blog readers will know to whom I refer , but out of internet modesty I will content myself with the relative anonymity of writing that I was recently in a meeting with a Government Minister.  The purpose of the meeting was itself interesting (and not at all confidential).  What caught my attention was a little phrase that the minister used in passing:  referring to the general state of the nations the minister commented, "things seem to be falling apart everywhere at the moment".
 
 
In itself it is plain obvious.  Libya, Syria, Iraq, Ukraine, Nigeria, Somalia, Central African Republic, South Sudan, Egypt, Tunisia, Palestine, Pakistan, Afghanistan, Mali and even, in its own way, the (formerly) United Kingdom.
 
I suppose if I'd heard two congregants in Church, two people at a bus stop or two people watching the news on TV saying it I'd have barely noticed.  But a Government Minister?  So even up there at the Top it looks scary?
 
Well, thank God that Top is not the real Top.
 
Among a thousand Bible verses that help - but less well known than most - the disasters of the human story are characterised as God gathering grapes . . .
 
Still another angel, who had charge of the fire, came from the altar and called in a loud voice to him who had the sharp sickle, "Take your sharp sickle and gather the clusters of grapes from the earth's vine, because its grapes are ripe."
 
From the real Top it really does look different.

Sunday, 31 August 2014

Trebah

As August comes to its end its most pleasantly memorable day for us was certainly the one spent at Trebah Gardens.  It was one of those perfect days at a perfect place that it is quite possible to get through years - or the whole - of life and never have (especially taking holidays in England!).
 
 
Bathed in glorious summer sunshine, visitors end their walk through the gardens at a private beach area, complete with ice cream of course.  It was almost too hot to sit there but we managed it  . . .
 
 
If only.
If only we could hold these moments as our constant way of life.
 
Poignantly, however, Trebah bears its own testimony to the simple reality that life is not a bed of hydrangeas.  There by the beach is a picture of another year - 70 years ago - at the same spot.
 
 
On our summer idyll came the reminder that as needs must on D-Day this spot had been found to be very suited to launching part of a military invasion.  The walk that we had just done had been the last peaceful walk that many of those soldiers did before losing their lives in Northern France.  It is the stark story of human life amidst creation's beauty.

Sunday, 24 August 2014

A Greater Love, A Higher Vow

Here's the video we used in this morning's service.  It repays waiting for the remarkable transitioned coda at the end - it'll give me words to sing along with at the next royal wedding or coronation.  Jesus is what it's all about . . .