Haiku #2

When Mary gave birth -
blessed child of God, for us -
Elizabeth wept.

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Gratitude abounds
with blessings beyond number
when Jesus is near.

Promises

It's been pointed out to me that people use the term "the promises of God", and assume that everyone knows what that means.  I wonder if anyone has ever made a full list of "the promises".  I guess they have, but I think  I'd be a bit disappointed to read it - it would suggest that God is somehow limited only to those matters that are recorded and set down.

I'd much rather think of it in terms of "the promise" of God - that there is in fact one key focus in God, and that is for everyone to be brought into an awareness of God's abiding care.  The care is  expressed in many ways, (almost unique to the needs of each person), but always expressed in terms such as those in Isaiah 61:1 - bringing good news, binding up the brokenhearted, proclaiming liberty and release to those who are unfree.  And the awareness is necessary both for those who are broken (so they become conscious of God's expectation for everyone - including themselves - to be healed) and for those whom God uses as agents of release (so they will see and respond in God's name to the needs of the people around them).

In this way the one Promise is expressed in many ways, and understood and described by people according to their circumstances.

And ultimately, of course, the life and ministry of Jesus, and his death and resurrection, are the absolute expression of God's Promise.  For nothing 'will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.' (Romans 8:39)  

Being a friend

Reading peppermint-filled piatas, by Eric Bryant, I've been reminded that the story of the lame man let down through the roof (Luke 5:17-26) has held a fascination for me since I was a child.  But I've never worked out why, and I'd set it aside so long that I'd almost forgotten about it.

It's a joy to be called back to the story - to hear again about the commitment of the friends who wouldn't let anyone or anything stop them from bringing their friend into Jesus' presence.

Isn't this the key to discipleship: being so concerned for another (it doesn't have to be a stranger, or friend a friend for that matter! - just someone who has a need) that we will to do that one thing that will bring them comfort, healing, hope, peace ...

Our own experience should tell us that once we are in Jesus' presence, he will do all that is necessary.  Ours is simply the task of being a friend.

Reflection on Flooding

I wrote this poem during prayer-time at Brighton UC, following the Queensland floods.

Water is life,
   and water is death;
Water is gentle rain,
   torrent and flood;
Water is calmness,
  and anger and violence;
Water is cleansing,
   but filthy, disease-ridden;
Water creates,
   it also destroys;
Water baptises,
   so must wash away
      all that destroys -
         the filth and disease
         the anger the violence
         the torrent and flood -
      to make us whole
   and bring new life
in showers of grace.