Connecting People

Col. 3.12 Therefore as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.

When we read this verse, we realise that we cannot grow and develop as a child of God in isolation. We cannot practice compassion, gentleness, and so on without at least one other person to interact with us. In reality, we live our lives surrounded by people. Some of them are closer to us than others, but Jesus asks us to reach out to all of them with His love. Most of us struggle to do that effectively.  We have difficulty in achieving the level of vulnerability and openness we would like.

What causes us to be so closed, so guarded, so unwilling to share things of any depth?

Experience has shown that some of this is caused by wounds and fears we carry with us all the time.

Wounds are things people have said and done which have affected us deeply.

Fears are of what people MIGHT say or do or think. All of these cause us to believe lies about ourselves, about others, and about the Godhead.

Because of this, we shut ourselves away, we hide, we fight, we flee rather than risk exposure.

How can we become openhearted?  Next time we’ll look a little at some of the things which stop us from reaching out as we would like, and to pick up some tools which can help us to change our attitudes and beliefs about ourselves, to become more open and available to others.

Meanwhile, keep praying that God will open the eyes of our hearts so we can see truly…..

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TRANSITION

The day is young;

the night is dark;

the rain is pouring down.

I sit and wait.

My Saviour’s near.

I call His Name;

I wait for Him to come

and sit with me.

His gentle peace

surrounds me here;

my anxious thoughts are stilled;

I turn to Him.

His Father, God,

supplies my needs

while Jesus gives me strength

and purpose true.

That other One,

the Spirit bright,

glows in my weary heart

and bids me rest.

Now daybreak comes;

the light appears;

the rain has stopped for now.

I stand to serve….

PANIC

Purple and orange, red, green and violet,

streaked with magenta and dotted with blue-

that’s how it feels when the panic takes hold,

order and peace leave, and chaos rides high.

Answers are pointless for questions fly fast.

Hard on their tails comes the quick rush of fear.

Red hot, the breath comes in shivering gusts,

or dark blue, paralysis takes up the slack

New thoughts and feelings surge into my head.

Yellow and crimson the fear and the dread.

What do I do now? How can I cope?

Help me, O please someone, come to my aid!

Into the maelstrom of colour and chaos,

a sliver of silver comes piercing the fray,

straight through, so balanced, shining and placid,

giving an aura of order and calm.

Coming so swift like a shaft from above,

giving a focus away from the mess,

speaking of certainty, solid and true,

sent by the One who knows every trial.

September 2016

DOWN IN THE DARK

I look around me. Everything seems dark.

I feel alone. I cannot find my way.

A hopeless sense of deep despair pervades

my being as I cry and hug myself.

Time passes and I know there is no point

in sitting with Self-pity in deep gloom.

I look above me. There I see some light.,

not strong, clear sunshine, but a growing glow.

So far away, I cannot feel a change

I think I’ll just remain here in the dark.

Time passes and I know I should move on.

Self-pity wastes my time and keeps me low.

I look beyond this pit of self-made pain

to see the hills around, now bathed in light.

The sun has risen; dark, dense shadows fly;

this thought brings hope to my sad, troubled soul.

I cannot wait for time to pass some more.

I’ll stand and shout, I’ll move out to that land;

I’ll feel the warmth and see the light around;

Self-pity cannot, will not win the day.

I cast him off; I walk into the light;

I feel the sun; I see the land around;

I move once more in freedom, peace and love.

I’ll not return. Self-pity will not win.

I live in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada mountains. Because there are so many hills and valleys, our village lies in shadow as the sun rises, while the hills around catch the light and reflect it to us, until at length, the sun tops the hill and we are bathed in light and warmth. As I was walking this morning, I felt that this was saying something to me, so I wrote…

HOPE

Father, I saw You, You danced with delight,

the Three interweaving as One.

It was not till much later I found out that day

You had glimpse of Your prodigal son.

He turned in his heart for one moment to You,

sitting a while in Your Presence,

and You sang over him in your pleasure and love

at his turning again towards You.

That son I see now, mired again in the mud,

and my heart starts to question within me.

I remember the way that You danced and I find

my weak faith again growing stronger..

September 2014

Another angle – having read Shekhar’s ‘I am …’

Enigma Variations

My mind can roam through countless galaxies;
my brain  can know a million different facts;
I can absorb and understand how time exists
and how it works, and where the sun came from
and when it goes, and atoms, molecules and so much more.

My strength is infinite, my eyes can see
beyond the realms of these terrestrial spheres;
My wisdom knows no bounds. It all makes sense,
the reasoning and purpose crystal clear.

What am I? I am just a man – or woman
made this way against the day when future dawns
and finite bodies melt and are replaced
with casing as it always was ordained…
to be.

 

 

The Life We Lead

It’s what we nurture in our hearts

That really matters;

It’s how we see ourselves and those

Important to us.

We say we trust in God and love

His word above all,

Yet often we ignore His call

And struggle onwards.

We love our spouse and want to show

Affection always

But bedtime finds us cold and dull

Or hot and angry.

Our children beg our time to play

Or listen to them-

We keep on promising but then

Never deliver.

We know our lives are full of stuff

That kills our spirit

but we’re too tired or busy to

notice the warning.

Our focus soon homes in on ‘self’

And it’s survival,

Ignoring all the hurts to those

Around who love us.

One day in later years our life

Has room for others.

We look around to find ourselves

Alone and empty.