He determines the number of the stars
and calls them each by name.
Psalm 147:4
He determines the number of the stars
and calls them each by name.
Psalm 147:4
As a family we started the New Year reading and reflecting on Psalm 90.
In brief, it reminds us of the character of God and of our own condition. These truths, without intervention are incompatible. God’s holiness and our brokenness don’t match.
Then the Psalmist (Moses) calls for God’s compassion. We know that compassion came in the person of Christ. And the Psalmist adds, in that love “establish” the work of our hands. In other words, give our lives direction and meaning, purpose and vision.
In a confused and lost world, may our lives have direction and meaning in 2012 so that as the hands and feet of Christ our presence may make an eternal difference to people around us.
eating and drinking,
and after the hugs
and good wishes
I went to bed.
When I woke
the feeling of unrestrained joy
was tempered.
This was another year,
there would be pain and loss
as well as joy and laughter.
Frustration and failure
would sit beside
success and satisfaction.
Self doubt and confidence
would still play
ping pong in the soul.
Lord,
Carry me another year,
through the good and the bad.
Urge me, once again,
to walk a path
that honours You.
Teach me anew,
of your greatness and love.
In the darker moments
gently take my face in your hands
and call me, “My child.”
Then, and only then
can I make my tentative steps
once again.
So, we’ve come to the end of another year with the usual good, bad and ugly. I was reminded of all three in my recent trip north.
My daughter lives in an apartment complex with various nationalities, plus the usual Australians. Living in such close proximity with others and the windows always open, being Queensland, reading a book on the patio was an education. From one family came the festive sounds of family and Christmas. That was encouraging. From an other came the constant sound of argument. It seemed to be the way this family operated.
My nosey eavesdropping was most disturbed by an Australian couple in their late thirties and mid forties. They seemed without family connection and responsibility. The volume of their “discussions’ made it difficult to miss – even if I wanted to. What disturbed me was that the discussions had a “teenage” quality in terms of the maturity and depth. The self obsession and “me” focused tone of the conversation seemed strange coming from people of their age. The more I look around me the more I see this particular way of behaving.
The American poet Robert Bly wrote about this phenomena in 1996 in his “Sibling Society”. This book reflected on the inability of many people to mature emotionally. Many people are trying to live their lives as 26 year olds for as long as they can. Living without commitment and responsibility. Of course, there are many, many young people growing and maturing wisely. I see them in my classes every week.
However, my reflection as we come to the end of another year, is that as a society, we are, and will continue to, pay dearly for our failure to grow up. Our mental health, our family stability and social fabric requires people who grow stronger and mature, and who also develop an “other” centredness that our sibling society often fails to develop. Care for others, and the ability to see beyond one’s own needs is crucial for a healthy society.
May you all have a great new year, and my prayer is that we will through word and example make a real difference to the world in which we live. That is what our King calls us to.
This Blog will be quiet for a week or so. So until I return, my prayer for you all is a blessed Christmas as we remember the birth of our Saviour. May it also rekindle a passion to continue preparing for His Kingdom until He returns.
Pieter
LORD, our Lord,
how majestic is your name in all the earth! Psalm 8:1
One of the simple joys in my life is camping. My wife and I throw a tent, sleeping bags and stove (and Grover) in the back of the car and we explore a place we haven’t been to before, or visit a favourite from the past. Very seldom are we disappointed.
At least two things occur on these short trips. One, we are re-enamoured with
God’s creation. We are reminded of the beauty, variety and uniqueness of our surroundings. Overseas guests often imagine kangaroos hopping down the main street. The fact is, many of us don’t see them out side of zoos and animal parks or as road kill on the side of a country highway. To wake up in the morning and have kangaroos grazing around the tent is quite special.
The other key event, is our re-connection with God. We take the time to read Scripture and pray in these special surroundings and to reflect on creation as we walk. Again, we are never disappointed. God revitalises and renews our spirits. Every time we come back home we have a renewed appreciation of God and His creation.
With David we can declare, “Oh Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth.”
Blessed are those who wash their robes, that they may have the right to the tree of life and may go through the gates into the city. Outside are the dogs, those who practice magic arts, the sexually immoral, the murderers, the idolaters and everyone who loves and practices falsehood. Rev 22:14 & 15
Every now and then as I am reading the Bible a phrase or word jumps out at me. It may be something that I hadn’t noticed or reflected on before. In our staff devotions at school Revelation 22 was read and I closed my eyes and listened. I have read or heard this passage on many occasions and reflected on it. However, this time, the phrase “everyone who loves and practices falsehood” made me sit up and take notice.
We live in a world of “spin”. Politicians, companies and celebrities hire “spin’ experts – people to put the “right” perspective on an issue or dilemma. “Spin” is the key to advertising and promotion. I think we could rightly say that “spin” is part of everyday life.
I remember, years ago, attending regular meetings of church leaders and we were called to report on our individual churches. Looking back in hindsight, there was a lot of “spin” happening. Despite issues in the churches, in this public forum we put ourselves in the best light. We do it as individuals as we try to make ourselves look good, knowing all the while, that in reality we are hiding the truth.
A friend once reflected, after a visit to Holland, where one can look into the front rooms of nearly every immaculately presented house, that it reflected his family. The front room, in this case the way his family appeared, was tidy and well kept, but in the back rooms there was chaos anger, lies and pain.
As a culture and society we have become very able practitioners of falsehood. As individuals and churches, we too have been, unthinkingly, drawn into these practices. Why does Jesus include falsehood with idolaters, murderers and sexual morality?
The child of God is the representative of truth. We are called to stand in direct opposition to the enemy, “the father of lies” (John 8:44). John writes “We are from God, and whoever knows God listens to us; but whoever is not from God does not listen to us. This is how we recognize the Spirit of truth and the spirit of falsehood. (1 John4:6)
The Church and the Christian can have no place for “spin” or subterfuge. The world needs to see what truthful lives look like. That also includes honesty when we have mucked things up. Seeking forgiveness is far more constructive (and painful) than spin. The media, quite rightly in my opinion, has highlighted the falsehood of the church. It can only do that when we have not been true to our God of Truth. Rather than blaming the media we should look carefully at ourselves.
For me, this is a tough call. I don’t like being found out. More important though, is my desire to be more like Jesus. The Word tells me that when I know Jesus I “… will know the truth, and the truth will set (me) free.” John 8:32
a bale of hay
and a crib
sit on the front porch.
They have had their use.
The local schools have
sung their carols with youthful voices
and re-enacted the
Bible story
with a real live baby!
The church has performed its
obligatory “Carols” service.
And now the Xmas objects
sit,
waiting
to be stored in the garage
for another year.
Hidden beyond
A story,
A medieval carol,
Children playing angels, Joseph and Mary,
with tea towels and sheets,
and a stable made of scrap wood, is
an eternal miracle,
Of a life lived.
Daily.
Weekly.
Constantly.
Celebrating
the child/man/God
who lives still
through those who believe.
Revealing Christmas
as an enduring living
celebration of King
and His Kingdom.
Still, the stable sits
waiting
for the next innocent “Mary and Joseph”
for next year’s pageant,
and the next …
until the King returns.