<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:27:15.133-08:00</updated><category term='DARKNESS'/><category term='LIGHT'/><category term='MOUNTAINS'/><category term='TALK'/><category term='GUILDANCE'/><category term='COMMUNION'/><category term='DEATH'/><category term='SELF-ESTEEM'/><category term='CHRISTLIKENESS'/><category term='JOURNEY'/><category term='BODY'/><category term='JOY'/><category term='EUCHARIST'/><category term='CEMETERIES'/><category term='WILDERNESS'/><category term='SHORT CUTS'/><category term='VICTORY'/><category term='TO WILL ONE THING'/><category term='PRAYER'/><category term='SINS'/><category term='ABANDONMENT'/><category term='HOPE'/><category term='STRUGGLE'/><category term='GROWTH'/><category term='SUFFERING'/><category term='HUMILITY'/><category term='MATURITY'/><category term='FAME'/><category term='LOST AND FOUND'/><category term='GOODNESS'/><category term='MEMORY'/><category term='MALE AND FEMALE'/><category term='SECOND COMING'/><category term='VISIONS'/><category term='DREAMS'/><category term='ANANIAS AND SAPPHIRA'/><category term='CELEBRATION'/><category term='LONELINESS'/><category term='SERVANTHOOD'/><category term='IDOLATRY'/><category term='LOVE WITHOUT LIMITS'/><category term='ACCEPTANCE'/><category term='TROUBLE'/><category term='MIRACLES'/><category term='STOTT'/><category term='AFFLICTION'/><category term='LIFE'/><category term='CAREY'/><category term='WORDS'/><category term='VOYAGING'/><category term='KNOWLEDGE'/><category term='SHADOW'/><category term='COMMITMENT'/><category term='HEAVEN'/><category term='SEA'/><category term='DESTITUTION'/><category term='SABBATH'/><category term='HOLINESS'/><category term='FREEDOM'/><category term='HAZARDOUS JOURNEY'/><category term='TEARS'/><category term='POVERTY'/><category term='MARKET-PLACE'/><category term='QUIET TIME'/><category term='LOVING GOD'/><category term='FRANCIS'/><category term='SACRAMENTS'/><category term='FAITHFULNESS'/><category term='WISDOM'/><category term='RISK-TAKING'/><category term='IMAGE OF GOD'/><category term='DEVOTIONS'/><category term='OTHERS'/><category term='WATER IN DRY PLACES'/><category term='DIVERSITY'/><category term='JESUS'/><category term='DEPRESSION'/><category term='HUMANS'/><category term='BAPTISM'/><category term='HAPPINESS'/><category term='KNOWING GOD'/><category term='HOME'/><category term='WORSHIP'/><category term='GRIEF'/><category term='DESERT'/><category term='QUESTIONS'/><category term='PASTOR&apos;S FAMILY'/><category term='STEERSMAN'/><category term='NIGHT'/><category term='JUSTICE'/><category term='DESOLATE PLACE'/><category term='LOVE'/><category term='SAVED?'/><category term='SERVICE'/><category term='THEOLOGY'/><category term='ENCOURAGEMENT'/><category term='GOD'/><category term='MORNING'/><title type='text'>1 YEAR OF DEVOTIONS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163.post-6730232920369871378</id><published>2008-03-06T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:36:20.314-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POVERTY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRANCIS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DESTITUTION'/><title type='text'>BLESSED DESTITUTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R9DTkyIX0UI/AAAAAAAABWo/5ZJeIBsUcpg/s1600-h/francis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R9DTkyIX0UI/AAAAAAAABWo/5ZJeIBsUcpg/s400/francis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174868600734339394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some who were confident of their own righteousness and looked down on everybody else, Jesus told this parable: Two men went up to the temple to pray, one a Pharisee and the other a tax collector. The Pharisee stood up and prayed about himself: 'God, I thank you that I am not like all other men - robbers, evildoers, adulterers - or even like this tax collector. I fast twice a week and give a tenth of all I get.' But the tax collector stood at a distance. He would not even look up to heaven, but beat his breast and said, 'God, have mercy on me, a sinner.' I tell you that this man, rather than the other, went home justified before God. For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, and he who humbles himself will be exalted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble. Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Come near to God and he will come near to you. Wash your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded. Grieve, mourn and wail. Change your laughter to mourning and your joy to gloom. Humble yourselves before the Lord, and he will lift you up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Matthew 5:3; Luke 18:9-14; James 4:6b-10 - all NIV) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R9DTkyIX0UI/AAAAAAAABWo/5ZJeIBsUcpg/s1600-h/francis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R9DTkyIX0UI/AAAAAAAABWo/5ZJeIBsUcpg/s400/francis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174868600734339394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The desire to procure and accumulate securities and assets is one of the fundamental impulses in human experience. Fulfilment and satisfaction are sought by progressively 1 increasing our ability to control and manipulate our ~ environment. Success comes to those who learn quickly how to stack the cards in their own favour. This acquisition of power is manifested in a great variety of ways in different cultures, individuals and groups. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In his proclamation of the kingdom of God Jesus exposed the futility and deception of seeking fulfilment in this way. 'What does it profit a man to gain the whole world and forfeit his lifer Jesus taught that the blessedness of God is to be found in 'poverty of spirit'. When we begin to appreciate our finitude ~- we become liberated from the paralysis of self-concern. Jesus lived in total reliance upon God, demonstrating the freedom which comes from recognising our ultimate dependence upon the one who made us in his image. When our lives are dominated by the desire to become secure through the attainment of assets, we live in bondage to powers which destroy and distort life rather than those that lead to fulfilment and satisfaction. It does not matter if it is money or property, position or privilege, qualifications or expertise. All these things, useful in themselves, become forces of destructIon when seen as ends m themselves. To live in total abandonment to God and his kingdom is to begin to experience authentic human life - life as it is meant to be. One of the primary characteristics of 'spiritual poverty' is the freedom to live our lives for others. Liberated from the oppressive bondage of self-centredness, we become free to discover the presence of God in the life of others. No longer concerned to establish our own worthiness we become free to confess our failures and experience God's forgiveness. No longer threatened by others and their abilities we are free to love our nelghbours, and even our enemies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus knew the freedom of 'blessed destitution’. He calls us to live our lives in constant recognition of our 'littleness' and our 'powerlessness', and thereby discover the way to authentic human existence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R9DTkyIX0UI/AAAAAAAABWo/5ZJeIBsUcpg/s1600-h/francis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R9DTkyIX0UI/AAAAAAAABWo/5ZJeIBsUcpg/s400/francis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174868600734339394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor are the people who have to put up with violence and injustice without being able to defend themselves. The poor are all the people who have to exist on the very fringe of death, with nothing to live from and nothing to live for. But in Jesus’ message the poor are surely all of us too, since we have nothing to offer the coming God except the burden of our guilt and the rags of our exile - like the Prodigal Son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurgen Moltmann, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Power of the Powerless  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does Jesus mean by 'poor in spirit'? In Luke's account it is simply 'you poor. What kind of poverty is he talking about? If you have a lot of money, you'll probab)y say spiritual poverty. If you have little or no money, you'll probably say physical poverty. The rich will thank God for Matthew; the poor will thank God for Luke. Both will say, 'He blessed me!' Well, then, who really did get the blessing? Chances are, neither one. For it is exactly this attitude of self-praise and self- justification and self-satisfaction that robs men of a sense of great need for the kingdom and its blessings. When one says, 'I don't need to be poor in things; I'm poor in spirit,' and another says, 'I don't need to be poor in spirit; I'm poor in things,' both are justifying themselves as they are, and are saying in unison, 'I don't need'. With that cry on his lips, no man can repent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarence Jordan, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Sermon on the Mount&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authentic abandonment or poverty in spirit realises that God is not 'out there'. God is 'with us', inviting us to work actively as co-creators, totally dedicating our lives to accomplish the divine plan in that part of history entrusted to us by the span of our life. This invitation requests merely the giving of ourselves. We are totally at the service of our Maker who has inaugurated the plan. We are to submit to its ethic in our life and proclaim it to our world. This kind of abandonment finds us freely choosing to live under the authority of this power of God within us to accomplish God's purposes in our society. In this way we become poor in spirit, anointed with God's favour. We can bring good news to the poor of our world. . . Realising our own needs and our powerlessness, we respond in God's power to care about other powerless brothers and sisters whom we see in need. As God has seen us in need and not left us helpless, so we too exist, by our nature, to respond in care to those we see in need.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Michael Crosby, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Spirituality of the Beatitudes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Privation is the lot of the disciples in every sphere of their lives. They are 'poor. They have no security, no possessions to call their own, not even a foot of earth to call their home, no earthly society to claim their absolute allegiance. Nay more, they have no spiritual power, experience or knowledge to afford them consolation or security. For his sake they have , lost all. In following him they lost even their own selves, and everything that could make them rich. Now they are poor - so inexperienced, so stupid, that they have no other hope but him who called them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dietrich Bonhoeffer, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Cost of Discipleship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;May God create in us a true poverty of spirit so that we may be fully at God's disposal, free from the ambitions, options, power, and prestige of this world which make us feel so poor and little by comparison. Such people our Lord calls. blessed. May we be liberated from that stilling and overwhelmIng sense of poverty that destroys personhood, and may we be freed from the contemporary illusions of life and death. May we then find resurrection life in the midst of what appears to be certain death, and the riches of our Lord's grace to the little ones in the midst of what appears to be hopeless poverty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene Beerens, in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sojourners Magazine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In poverty of spirit man learns to accept himself as someone who does not belong to himself. It is not a virtue which man 'acquires'; as such it could easily turn into a personal possession that would challenge our authentic poverty. Man , truly 'possesses' this radical poverty only when he forgets himself and looks the other way. . . To be able to surrender oneself and become 'poor' is, in biblical theology, to be with God, to find one's hidden nature in God; in short, it is 'heaven'. .. To become a man as Christ did is to practise poverty of spirit, to obediently accept our innate poverty as human beings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johannes Baptist Metz, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Poverty of Spirit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R9DTkyIX0UI/AAAAAAAABWo/5ZJeIBsUcpg/s1600-h/francis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R9DTkyIX0UI/AAAAAAAABWo/5ZJeIBsUcpg/s400/francis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174868600734339394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Liberate me, Father, from my self-centredness. Help me to see clearly the futility of trying to establish myself as worthy j before you. Help me to see others as people to love, rather than people to compete with, envy, or criticise. Grant to me I the freedom which comes from knowing that you come to me ~ &lt;br /&gt;in my frailty and fallenness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turn from the path which you have called me to walk, confront me with my poverty and the futility of my strivings.  &lt;br /&gt;When I try to achieve my goals by an illegitimate use of power or position; &lt;br /&gt;when I put someone down or question their worthiness; &lt;br /&gt;when I seek security anywhere but in your care; &lt;br /&gt;show me the blessedness of my destitution, and give me the courage to live precariously, trusting only in you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Go forward into life with confidence in one thing alone - the blessedness which comes to those who abandon themselves in the presence of God. Accept your 'spiritual poverty' as a gift from God and rejoice in the freedom of destitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R9DTkyIX0UI/AAAAAAAABWo/5ZJeIBsUcpg/s1600-h/francis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R9DTkyIX0UI/AAAAAAAABWo/5ZJeIBsUcpg/s400/francis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174868600734339394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Still Waters Deep Waters&lt;/span&gt;, ed. Rowland Croucher, chapter 38.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036538483715266163-6730232920369871378?l=1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6730232920369871378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036538483715266163&amp;postID=6730232920369871378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/6730232920369871378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/6730232920369871378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/2008/03/blessed-destitution.html' title='BLESSED DESTITUTION'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R9DTkyIX0UI/AAAAAAAABWo/5ZJeIBsUcpg/s72-c/francis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163.post-5059811887463756373</id><published>2008-02-23T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T00:14:57.020-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DREAMS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VISIONS'/><title type='text'>DREAMS AND VISIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7_VdqilopI/AAAAAAAABUw/FGhnjRQ6XIk/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7_VdqilopI/AAAAAAAABUw/FGhnjRQ6XIk/s400/sunrise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170085602856903314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where there is no vision, the people perish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Lord answered me: 'Write the vision; make it plain upon tablets, so he may run who reads it. For still the vision awaits its time; it hastens to the end -it will not lie. If it seems slow, wait for it; it will surely come, it will not delay.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Joseph had a dream, and when he told it to his brothers they only hated him the more. He said to them, 'Hear this dream which I have dreamed: behold, we were binding sheaves in the field, and lo, my sheaf arose and stood upright; and behold, your sheaves gathered round it, and bowed down to my sheaf.'... They said to one another, 'Here comes this dreamer. Come now, let us kill him and throw him into one of the pits; then we shall say that a wild beast has devoured him, and we shall see what will become of his dreams.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as he considered this, behold, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream, saying, 'Joseph, son of David, do not fear to take Mary your wife, for that which is conceived in her is of the Holy Spirit; she will bear a son, and you shall call his name Jesus, for he will save his people from their sins.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Proverbs 29: 18, KJV; Habakkuk 2: 2-3, RSV; Genesis 37: 5-7, 19-20, RSV; Matthew 1: 20-21, RSV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7_VdqilopI/AAAAAAAABUw/FGhnjRQ6XIk/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7_VdqilopI/AAAAAAAABUw/FGhnjRQ6XIk/s400/sunrise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170085602856903314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Here comes this dreamer.' Joseph is remembered in the biblical story as a dreamer and interpreter of dreams. He sees what others cannot yet see and pictures what others cannot yet imagine. In his dreaming he is the bearer of a divine vision; the vision of God's new future which is about to break into the history of Israel and transform it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In something like this sense, Christians are called to be dreamers, people captured and captivated by the vision of the new creation which God is working in history. We are bearers of the dream of the kingdom which was incarnate in Jesus and which has been reflected and refracted, forgotten and recovered, in all the generations since. Until now, in our time, we become visionaries of God's justice and mercy, seers of God's love and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the dream is threatening. The dreamer dangerous. Joseph's brothers react angrily to his dream of the sheaves (and the stars, the sun and the moon!). They want to be rid of him and his troublesome visions. 'Come let us kill him,' they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The revelation of God always meets with resistance. For the dream of God's coming future inevitably challenges the finitude and fallibility of our present realities and complacencies. It happened to Jesus, whose coming into the world was announced by the angel to that other Joseph in another dream. Jesus, God's self-revelation, his dream incarnate, precipitated the same violent reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Come, let us kill him before his dream undoes the world as we know it and control it.' Every disciple thereafter who has sought to become a secondary bearer of the vision of Christ has found the same: to be a dreamer after God's heart means to take up a cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And we shall see what shall become of his dreams.' There is irony in these last words of the brothers. They were determined that Joseph's dream would come to nothing and so leave their world unchallenged and untouched. But their very actions against him became the impetus that set in motion that long journey which took Joseph to Egypt and to power; power which, years later, put him in a position to supply food and shelter to his family now in desperate need. The sheaves did come and bow down. The vision was fulfilled. God's revelation reaches its goal even -- indeed especially -- through the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how strangely. Never for a moment did the young (and arrogant!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreamer suspect the tortuous dance his dream would lead him. The rejection of his family, the faked death, the horrible pit, the slave auction, refugee status in Egypt, poverty, false accusation, sexual harassment, prison, the threat of execution, years of hard labour. All this lay between the dream and its fulfilment. And only in the treading out of that journey did the vision prove its power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was with Jesus. Announced in the initial dream as 'saviour of his people', he had to make that long journey from Nazareth to Calvary before the vision declared itself finally, bursting forth on resurrection morning in unquenchable light and irrepressible life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vision, conflict, sacrifice, fulfilment. These are the dynamics of revelation in the world. And they are the dynamics we will discover when we venture to take up the dream, the dream of God's grace and truth in the person of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7_VdqilopI/AAAAAAAABUw/FGhnjRQ6XIk/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7_VdqilopI/AAAAAAAABUw/FGhnjRQ6XIk/s400/sunrise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170085602856903314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart, Be all else but naught to me, save that thou art; Be thou my best thought in the day and the night, Both waking and sleeping, thy presence my light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancient Irish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; And though the last lights off the black West went Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs -- Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerard Manley Hopkins, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'God's Grandeur'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are open we find that the depths of ourselves are revealed to us. God presents us with ourselves, and then, as we work with him to understand and grow, he draws us closer to himself. Dreams and the understanding of them seem to be one way in which God pours out his love upon us and helps us become what we are capable of becoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morton Kelsey, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dreams: A Way to Listen to God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the great change that has overtaken the theology of sleep is that the ancients believed dreams to be premonitory of the unborn future, whereas we moderns regard them rather as uprisings from the half-buried past. But this difference of interpretation does not at all affect Christianity's main contention that God can be with us even in our dreams. We are too apt to think that our dreams come to us by 'mere chance, that there is no rhyme or reason about them; yet such a notion is quite as much opposed by the modern Freudians as by the ancient soothsayers. Again, we think that we have no control over our dreams, and it is indeed true that we have no direct control over them -- we cannot, as we lie awake, decide what we are going to dream about after we go to sleep. Never theless, we can be certain that the power which controls our dreams is the same power that controls our life as a whole. If we have surrendered our hearts to God in the sunlight, he will be with us no less during the hours of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Baillie, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Christian Devotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characteristic way of a prophet in Israel is that of poetry and lyric. The prophet engages in futuring fantasy. The prophet does not ask if the vision can be implemented, for questions of implementation are of no consequence until the vision can be imagined. The imagination must come before the implementation. Our culture is competent to implement almost anything and to imagine almost noth ing. The same royal consciousness that makes it possible to implement anything and everything is the one that shrinks imagination because imagination is a danger... It is the vocation of the prophet to keep alive the ministry of imagination, to keep on conjuring and proposing alternative futures to the single one the king [i.e. the powers of the status quo] wants to urge as the only thinkable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walter Brueggemann, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Prophetic Imagination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The notion of revelation describes the condition... by which I mean that something profoundly convulsive and disturbing suddenly becomes visible and audible with in describable definiteness and exactness. One hears -- one does not seek; one takes -- one does not ask who gives: a thought flashes out like lightning, inevitably without hesitation -- I have never had any choice about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ecce Homo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation means the moment in our history through which we know ourselves to be known from beginning to end, in which we are apprehended by the knower: it means the self-disclosing of that eternal knower. Revela tion means the moment in which we are surprised by the knowledge of someone there in the darkness and void of human life; it means the self-disclosure of light in our darkness. Revelation is the moment in which we find our judging selves to be judged not by ourselves or our neigh bours, but by one who knows the final secrets of the heart; revelation means the self-disclosure of the judge. Revela tion means that we find ourselves to be valued rather than valuing and that all our values are transvaluated by the activity of a universal valuer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a price is put upon our heads, which is not our price, when the unfairness of all the fair prices we have placed on things is shown up; when the great riches of God reduce our wealth to poverty, that is revelation. When we find out that we are no longer thinking him, but that he first thought us, that is revelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H. Richard Niebuhr, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Meaning of Revelation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Christianity which does not resist the cross of reality, but rather takes it up, communicates to society the power of the spirit -- the spirit which, in the midst of tempta tions, ruptured relationships, pain and absurdity, gives the miracle of endurance and continuance; the spirit of hope where there was nothing to hope for, the spirit of him who gives life to the dead and calls into existence the things that do not exist (Romans 4: 17f). Faith which stands the test of love, verities the presence of this spirit. There is no other spirit in which the present social reality can be brought into relationship with the absolute, with God. Without this spirit, the 'fury of disappearing' con fronts humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurgen Moltmann, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hope and Planning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7_VdqilopI/AAAAAAAABUw/FGhnjRQ6XIk/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7_VdqilopI/AAAAAAAABUw/FGhnjRQ6XIk/s400/sunrise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170085602856903314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;O Lord, for the power and persistence and glory of your vision, given through the ages to prophets, seers, dreamers and visionaries, we give you thanks. For those moments when something of that same great vision has dawned, bold and vivid, upon our own hearts, we are grateful. We pray now that the power of your revelation, present in our history in Jesus Christ, may revitalise our stale customs, challenge and transform our unjust politics and create anew our tired and self-centred religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive us the dullness of mind that blurs the sharp freshness of your dream, and the timidity of heart that would rather play safe with the familiar than risk the adventure of a new path. Forgive the inertia of self-interest that beats against the movement of your spirit because it asks for the taking up of a cross in the journey of faith. Forgive us for the times when we confuse the petty dreams of our own imagination with the great vision of the new creation in Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reveal yourself to us again, 0 God. Show us your glory. Revive that vision without which we perish. Let the reality of your kingdom, manifest in the words and deeds and destiny of Jesus, break in upon us and upon our world, judging, healing, reconciling and restoring. Grant us courage not merely to see that vision, nor merely to celebrate it in word and song, but to live it out in the great and small moments of our daily lives. And to your name be all honour and glory and power, now and forever. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7_VdqilopI/AAAAAAAABUw/FGhnjRQ6XIk/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7_VdqilopI/AAAAAAAABUw/FGhnjRQ6XIk/s400/sunrise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170085602856903314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us go out from our customs and our habits and learn to hope from the Bible. Let us go out and cross the frontiers so that we may infect life with hope. Let us ignore the barriers, and look only to the one who breaks them down. He is risen. Jesus is risen indeed. Blessed be the Lord for ever and ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurgen Moltmann, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Power of the Powerless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowland Croucher ed., &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;High Mountains Deep Valleys&lt;/span&gt;, (Albatross/Lion) chapter 52.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036538483715266163-5059811887463756373?l=1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5059811887463756373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036538483715266163&amp;postID=5059811887463756373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/5059811887463756373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/5059811887463756373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/2008/02/dreams-and-visions.html' title='DREAMS AND VISIONS'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7_VdqilopI/AAAAAAAABUw/FGhnjRQ6XIk/s72-c/sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163.post-3323051113346038151</id><published>2008-02-11T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T01:22:51.349-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FREEDOM'/><title type='text'>THE FREEDOM OF THOSE WHO LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; (Helmut Thielicke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you buy a Hebrew slave, he shall serve six years, and in the seventh he shall go free, for nothing... But if the slave plainly says, 'I love my master, my wife and my children; I will not go free,' then his master shall bring him to God, and he shall bring him to the door or the doorpost; and his master shall bore his ear through with an awl;and he shall serve him for life.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he came to Nazareth, where he had been brought up; and he went to the synagogue, as his custom was, on the sabbath day. And he stood up to read; and there was given to him the book of the prophet Isaiah. He opened the book and found the place where it was written, 'The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty those who are oppressed, to proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus then said to the Jews who had believed in him, 'If you continue in my word, you are truly my disciples, and you will know the truth, and the truth will make you free.' They answered him, 'We are descendants of Abraham, and have never been in bondage to any one. How is it that you say, "You will be made free"?' Jesus answered them, 'Truly, truly I say to you, every one who commits sin is a slave to sin. The slave does not continue in the house for ever; the son continues for ever. So if the Son makes you free, you will be free indeed.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Exodus 21: 2, 5-6; Luke 4: 16-19; John 8: 31-36; 2 Corinthians 3:17 -- all RSV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7ATI6ilolI/AAAAAAAABUU/D8CHLRyviQ4/s1600-h/western+grebe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7ATI6ilolI/AAAAAAAABUU/D8CHLRyviQ4/s400/western+grebe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165649816468169298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Sunday afternoons before I was married, our living room was the scene of a theological battle. My father was an amateur theologian and my fiance was a theological student, but they were seldom in agreement. The conflict ranged far and wide throughout the scriptures and beyond, but in the end it usually focussed on one major point of contention: Is liberty the basic component of the Christian gospel or is love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father contended that liberty must have priority for it is impossible for love to flourish unless it is free. Love cannot be forced or manipulated. It cannot truly be love unless it is love freely given. Even God does not force his love upon a resisting person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, my fiance argued that love must take first place for it is only out of an attitude of love that liberty can be'granted. As long as there is self-interest or suspicion or rivalry, we will try to force people to our own ends. When we truly love people we are willing to grant them freedom. After all, is it not the proof of God's prior love for us that he allows the freedom to accept him or reject him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a circular argument, a bit like the chicken and the egg. Each quality is dependent on the other. In fact, they must be coexistent if they are to exist in any absolute sense. Love is the atmosphere in which true liberty exists, while liberty creates and increases the opportunity for love. Paul tells us that where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty. His presence liberates us from the human bonds which enslave us. He is reflecting the manifesto of Jesus in Luke 4: 18. Does this mean that where there is no liberty, the Spirit of the Lord is not present? That could be a sobering thought. But Paul also tells us that the Spirit of the Lord produces certain qualities in our lives and the foremost of these is love. Love, liberty and the presence of the Holy Spirit seem to go together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of thinking worries some people. Surely without a code of law, human weakness will run riot and the Christian's life will collapse into chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet love is not wishywashy. It is tough. Our love restricts our liberty and prevents it from bursting out into selfish licence. If we love our Christian brothers and sisters we will not try to force them into our mould as though we alone had access to the Spirit of God. We will care enough for them to set them free to work out God's plan for them, whatever that may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love will not allow us to exercise our liberty in such a way as to harm another, even it if means we have to make sacrifices ourselves. Love will not allow us to be judgmental or divisive. We are not free from our brothers and sisters, but free for them. In the same way we are not free from the world, but we are free for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love for our Lord releases us into his service. When we bow the knee to him he does not take our freedom from us, but he wills us to be free. We show our love by surrendering to his will and in that surrender we gain a freedom we had never dreamed of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, the truth lies in paradox. The old illustration in the book of Exodus expresses it all. No-one is more free than a voluntary slave. Yet even there Jesus has the last word. We may see ourselves as slaves, but God sees us as his children -- free children in his household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7ATI6ilolI/AAAAAAAABUU/D8CHLRyviQ4/s1600-h/western+grebe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7ATI6ilolI/AAAAAAAABUU/D8CHLRyviQ4/s400/western+grebe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165649816468169298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything depends not on our merely reacting, but rather upon our learning to undergo that transformation of vision that took place in the eyes of Jesus when he looked at his enemies, upon seeing in the functionaries and fanatical ideologists the hidden brothers and sisters of our Lord, for whom he died and whom he bought with a great price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we allow him to give us that vision we shall experience a miracle: will become inwardly free from the other's oppression and our witness will gain in authority. Nothing like this ever happens anywhere else in the world with its law of retaliation. It happens only where Jesus Christ rules and calls us to the freedom of those who love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helmut Thielicke, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Freedom of the Christian Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If freedom is truth in action and if Jesus Christ and God are one, then freedom in the [fie of any Christian must be simply God in action. God in action, freeing the human mind from the need to follow the herd, from the need to despise, from the need to prejudge, from the need to love inadequately... God in action on behalf of our release from all that binds us, from all that makes us stupid, insensitive; from all that makes us mimics, erratic halfdoers, living only on the surface and in the margins of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugenia Price, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where God Offers Freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The commandment 'love your enemies' has always constituted a certain offence to the ordinary human mind. In the first place, how can anybody command me to love? Is not love a spontaneous act which occurs of itself quite independent of any external pressure? So how can I be enjoined to love, of all people, my enemies?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus prayed for them and thus broke through to love for his enemies, this was not based upon an act of will that led to victory over himself. It was rather the result of a new way of seeing, a real act of seeing... He saw through and beyond the functions they were then performing against him and recognised in them the real human design that God intended, namely children of his Father in heaven and thus his brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helmut Thielicke, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Freedom of the Christian Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why then, doesn't Jesus Christ free Christians to disagree in love, to shun prejudice, to be sensitive, to share the sheer joy of knowing God? Why is it then that the one common indictment against us by the rest of the world is, that we tend to huddle in our parlours in self-righteous intensity over the God who said he came to set men free to live their lives in his strength and his love and his balance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugenia Price, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where God Offers Freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four tests of freedom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you overly concerned about what others think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you willing to become involved in the world's problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you primarily interested in others for what they can do for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you concerned about who is going to get the credit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howard Keeley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom is a gift which God gives his people when they accept his love for them in Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The authentic mark of the Christian style of life is that we live in God's freedom and transmit it to others. Yet we find ourselves living all too often not as free persons but as slaves. We fear to live freely because it means risking rejection, ridicule, the loss of others' love. We pretend, posture, cover up and live dishonestly. It is tragic that so many of us who have talked about God's unconditional love in Christ still continue to live closed lives before friends and fellow Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Larson, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Setting Men Free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Christian is the most free lord of all and subject to none. A Christian is the most dutiful servant of all and subject to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Luther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pledge taken by the members of the non-violence movement led by Dr Martin Luther King:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Meditate daily on the teachings and life of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Remember always that the non-violent movement in Birmingham seeks justice and reconciliation, not victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Walk and talk in the manner of love, for God is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pray daily to be used by God in order that all might be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sacrifice personal wishes in order that all might be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Observe with both friend and foe the ordinary rules of courtesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Seek to perform regular service for others and for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Refrain from violence of fist, tongue or heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Strive to be in good spiritual and bodily health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Follow the directions of the movement and of the captain of the demonstration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Luther King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you most belong to him, you most belong to yourself. Lowest at his feet you stand straightest before everything else. Bound to him you walk the earth free. Fearing him you are afraid of nothing else. You bow to him, but you do not bow to anything else. You are God's freeman, for you are God's slave. The strongest persons are those most surrendered to God; the weakest persons are those most surrendered to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. Stanley Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I love, I love my Master, I will not go out free,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For he is my redeemer; he paid the price for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not leave his service, it is so sweet and blest;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the weariest moments he gives the truest rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Master shed his life-blood my vassal life to win,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And save me from the bondage of tyrant self and sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chose me for his service and gave me power to choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That blessed perfect freedom which 1 shall never lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frances Ridley Havergal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7ATI6ilolI/AAAAAAAABUU/D8CHLRyviQ4/s1600-h/western+grebe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7ATI6ilolI/AAAAAAAABUU/D8CHLRyviQ4/s400/western+grebe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165649816468169298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lord God, whom we freely choose to love and serve, we are astonished that you should choose not only to accept our service, but also to grant us total freedom as your sons and daughters. Help us to live in that freedom with love as our aim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach us that freedom is not something to be grasped for ourselves, but something to be given freely to others. Since you do not bind burdens upon us, teach us not to bind burdens on others. Instead let us share the ministry of Jesus -- proclaiming good news to the poor, release to the captives, sight to the blind and liberty for the oppressed. Let the year of Jubilee begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7ATI6ilolI/AAAAAAAABUU/D8CHLRyviQ4/s1600-h/western+grebe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7ATI6ilolI/AAAAAAAABUU/D8CHLRyviQ4/s400/western+grebe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165649816468169298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;May God, whose freedom is absolute and whose nature is love, teach us to show the world the freedom of the children of God. May the love of Jesus motivate our actions, and his mind control our thoughts. May the Holy Spirit find liberty in us so that his will may be done in our lives as it is in heaven. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowland Croucher, ed., &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;High Mountains Deep Valleys&lt;/span&gt; (Albatross/Lion), chapter 48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036538483715266163-3323051113346038151?l=1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/feeds/3323051113346038151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036538483715266163&amp;postID=3323051113346038151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/3323051113346038151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/3323051113346038151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/2008/02/freedom-of-those-who-love.html' title='THE FREEDOM OF THOSE WHO LOVE'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7ATI6ilolI/AAAAAAAABUU/D8CHLRyviQ4/s72-c/western+grebe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163.post-7052178135822910316</id><published>2008-02-03T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T01:54:21.264-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JESUS'/><title type='text'>WHAT JESUS DID NOT SAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R6WOvMfUwbI/AAAAAAAABUA/4w3AG84mgpI/s1600-h/JESUS+TEACHING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R6WOvMfUwbI/AAAAAAAABUA/4w3AG84mgpI/s400/JESUS+TEACHING.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162689489307746738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They did not understand the saying which he spoke to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said to them, 'My food is doing the will of him who sent me, and finishing the work he has given me. Don't you say, "Four months more and then comes the harvest"? But I tell you to open your eyes and look at the fields -- they are gleaming white, all ready for the harvest!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This figure Jesus used with them, but they did not understand what he was saying to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter was hurt because Jesus asked him the third time, 'Do you love me?' He said, 'Lord, you know all things; you know that I love you.' Jesus said, 'Feed my sheep. I tell you the truth, when you were younger you dressed yourself and went where you wanted; but when you are old you will stretch out your hands and someone else will dress you and lead you where you do not want to go.' Jesus said this to indicate the kind of death by which Peter would glorify God. Then he said to him, 'Follow me!' Peter turned and saw that the disciple whom Jesus loved was following them... When Peter saw him he asked, 'Lord, what about him?' Jesus answered, 'If I want him to remain alive until I return, what is that to you? You must follow me.' Because of this, the rumour spread among the brothers that this disciple would not die. But Jesus did not say that he would not die; he only said, 'If I want him to remain alive until I return, what is that to you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to them, 'It is not for you to know times or seasons which the Father has fixed by his own authority. But you shall be my witnesses.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Luke 2: 50, RSV; John 4: 34-35, Phillips; John 10: 6, RSV; John 21: 17b-23, NIV; Acts 1: 7-8, RSV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R6WOvMfUwbI/AAAAAAAABUA/4w3AG84mgpI/s1600-h/JESUS+TEACHING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R6WOvMfUwbI/AAAAAAAABUA/4w3AG84mgpI/s400/JESUS+TEACHING.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162689489307746738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many times when Jesus' followers misunderstood him. Worse, there is evidence that they developed their own beliefs, theories and practices around their misunderstanding. Then they dignified their errors by claiming that they were acting by his word and with his authority and blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such phenomena have blighted the church in every period of history, including the present. We are probably all guilty of it to some extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Peter had renewed his confession of love for Jesus, as they walked together by the Sea of Galilee, Peter became curious about what Jesus had in store for others. He enquired about John. Jesus replied, 'If John lives on until I come again, what business is that of yours?' That was the fact. But it didn't take long for the simple, direct word of Jesus to be woven into a theory about the second coming. The rumour spread that John would not die before Jesus came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when John was knocking ninety, speculation intensified and the air was filled with anticipation of an imminent Parousia! Some left their crops unsown and unreaped. Some deserted their families and neglected their houses. So the Gospel writer felt it was high time to set the record straight. 'Jesus did not say that John would not die,' he insisted. 'He said only that if John lives on until I come, what business is that of yours?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such beliefs are held sincerely. That makes them all the more damaging. Apartheid is held by many sincere people as a divinely ordained order of society. This kind of thing usually happens when law is exalted above love, doctrine above relationships, and orthodoxy is mistaken for faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christianity is not about speculation and theory. It is about loving relationship, obedience and real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason we 'go off on such a tangent' is that it avoids the real and costly demands of discipleship. Sure, it is done unconsciously. It is a way of avoiding the 'follow me' demand. We take a word of Jesus, and rationalise it for our own comfort or prestige. Historically this has led to crusades, inquisitions and the proliferation of cults. Each claims the authority of the divine word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jesus relentlessly brings us back to the issue, as he did with Peter. When the first disciples wanted to speculate about the time for the kingdom to come he said bluntly, 'It isn't for you to worry about times and seasons. These are set by the Father's authority. Here's the real issue -- you are to be witnesses to me. Here, first, then beyond. And now!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must not build on what Jesus didn't say. We know what he did say, both to Peter and to us: that is -- 'Follow me'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R6WOvMfUwbI/AAAAAAAABUA/4w3AG84mgpI/s1600-h/JESUS+TEACHING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R6WOvMfUwbI/AAAAAAAABUA/4w3AG84mgpI/s400/JESUS+TEACHING.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162689489307746738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy are the simple followers of Jesus Christ who have been overcome by his grace, and are able to sing the praises of the all-sufficient grace of Christ with humbleness of heart. Happy are they who, knowing that grace, can live in the world without being of it, who by following Jesus Christ, are so assured of their heavenly citizenship that they are truly free to live their lives in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy are they who know that discipleship simply means the life which springs from grace, and that grace simply means discipleship. Happy are they who have become Christians in this sense of the word. For them, the word of grace has proved a fount of mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dietrich Bonhoeffer, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Cost of Discipleship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were willing to learn the meaning of real discipleship -- and actually become disciples, the church in the West would be transformed, and the resultant impact on society would be staggering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Watson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History is a distillation of rumour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Carlyle, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;History of the French Revolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumour is a pipe/ Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures/ And of so easy and so plain a stop/ That the blunt monster with uncounted heads/ The still-discordant wavering multitude/ Can play upon it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Henry IV&lt;/span&gt;, Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheap grace means grace as a doctrine, a principle, a system... Cheap grace is grace without discipleship, grace without the cross, grace without Jesus Christ, living and incarnate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dietrich Bonhoeffer, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Cost of Discipleship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R6WOvMfUwbI/AAAAAAAABUA/4w3AG84mgpI/s1600-h/JESUS+TEACHING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R6WOvMfUwbI/AAAAAAAABUA/4w3AG84mgpI/s400/JESUS+TEACHING.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162689489307746738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lord, when I confess you as the truth, I become painfully aware that there are mechanisms within my being which are there for my protection. They protect me from emotional overload. But I have learnt, ever since I was little, to use them for self-protection. I can shut off unpleasant and demanding thoughts, I can rationalise my own actions and words, I can even convince myself that what I think, believe and do is your will and command. If I were totally honest and open, I would have to admit that many of them are self-justification for my own will. I don't always read your word deeply and honestly enough, I put words into your mouth, I argue from your silences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do this to be evasive or dishonest. At least, not consciously or deliberately. It happens because, like Peter, I am too afraid to face up to what Jesus is really saying to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more comfortable to develop theories -- even theologies -- which enable me to spiritualise your demands. It eases my conscience when I commit myself to doing something which is good -- but which is often a substitute for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words of yours I most need to hear are clear. They are not veiled in mystery. They are really too clear for my comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, like you did to Peter and to the rest of your followers, you relentlessly bring me back to the central issue. One by one you knock away the props of my excuses and rationalisations until it is again just you and me facing each other. No theories, no institutions, no programs, no techniques, no excuses and no bypaths open -- nothing in between. And it is then that I am compelled to hear your two most disquieting words -- 'Follow me'. I can no longer say, 'Lord, what about him? or her?' That's none of my business. I must follow. Please help me to be honest and faithful in my following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And above all, remind me that following you also means being with you. And you in me. Following you means being in your presence, with your companionship, drawing on your strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May it be so today -- in all my tasks and responsibilities, small or large. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R6WOvMfUwbI/AAAAAAAABUA/4w3AG84mgpI/s1600-h/JESUS+TEACHING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R6WOvMfUwbI/AAAAAAAABUA/4w3AG84mgpI/s400/JESUS+TEACHING.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162689489307746738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;May the God of peace, who brought up from the dead our Lord Jesus, the great shepherd of the sheep, by the blood of the eternal covenant, make you perfect in all goodness so that you may do his will. And may he make of us what he would have us be through Jesus Christ, to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 13:20-21 -- NEB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowland Croucher, ed., &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;High Mountains, Deep Valleys&lt;/span&gt; (Albatross/Lion), chapter 46&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036538483715266163-7052178135822910316?l=1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/feeds/7052178135822910316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036538483715266163&amp;postID=7052178135822910316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/7052178135822910316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/7052178135822910316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-jesus-did-not-say.html' title='WHAT JESUS DID NOT SAY'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R6WOvMfUwbI/AAAAAAAABUA/4w3AG84mgpI/s72-c/JESUS+TEACHING.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163.post-1015166102044860189</id><published>2008-01-27T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T03:23:56.286-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HOPE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOUNTAINS'/><title type='text'>CLIMB THE HIGHEST MOUNTAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R5xpNcfUwaI/AAAAAAAABT4/9tqkSnM6rY8/s1600-h/HIGH+MOUNTAIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R5xpNcfUwaI/AAAAAAAABT4/9tqkSnM6rY8/s400/HIGH+MOUNTAIN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160114952766538146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Moses... came to Horeb, the mountain of God... God ... said, '...the place on which you are standing is holy ground.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses went up from the plains of Moab to Mount Nebo... And the Lord showed him all the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord called to him out of the mountain, saying, 'Thus you shall... tell the people of Israel: You have seen... how I bore you on eagle's wings and brought you to myself.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glory of the Lord went up from the midst of the city, and stood upon the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus took [them] and led them up a high mountain apart. And he was transfigured before them, and his face shone like the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cloud... overshadowed them... And a voice from the cloud said, 'This is my son, my chosen... listen to him.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has made him both Lord and Christ, this Jesus whom you crucified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us run with perseverance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus the pioneer and perfecter of our faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to them, 'Follow me'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shall come to pass in the latter days that the mountain of the house of the Lord shall be established as the highest of the mountains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Exodus 3:1 and 5; Deuteronomy 34: 1; Exodus 19: 3; Ezekiel 11: 23; Matthew 17: 1-2; Luke 9: 35; Acts 2: 36; Hebrews 12: 1-2; Matthew 4: 19; Isaiah 2:2 -- all RSV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R5xpNcfUwaI/AAAAAAAABT4/9tqkSnM6rY8/s1600-h/HIGH+MOUNTAIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R5xpNcfUwaI/AAAAAAAABT4/9tqkSnM6rY8/s400/HIGH+MOUNTAIN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160114952766538146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the recreations of urban dwellers is to go for a long drive into the country, or to the mountains. Do you find, as I do, that it is restful for the eyes to have an occasional long view, instead of the shorter, limited view of suburbia? We need these times to break away from the routine of family life, of business life, of church life, and to take a long view, an overview of our total lifestyle. Have my priorities of time been wisely allotted? Have I made enough time for communication with my spouse, my children, my parents -- my Lord? Was that distur bance in my life so cataclysmic or, when viewed from the mountains, is it possible that God was shaking my earth just slightly so he could have more of my attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of some mountain-top experiences from scripture -- Abraham, called to give his son, but the Lord's promise, 'I will provide'; Moses, terrified at being called to a new responsibility and the Lord's promise, 'I will be with you'; Jesus, on Mount Hermon, on the way to probable death, experiencing transfiguration and being affirmed by his Father that the way. of the cross was the way that led to glory; the disciples on Mount Olivet who were assured by the ascending Christ of his power through the presence of the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are called to follow the steps of the Master up whatever mountain he has chosen for us. A man climbed a mountain as far as he could, then he marked the place, and returned, exhausted. On bewailing his misfortune a wise listener reminded him that each climber who makes a path and leaves markers makes it easier for the next people to go further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we each faithfully climb our particular mountain, making paths for others to follow which will lead them to higher peaks. Then may we have compassion on those who are hemmed in by the valleys of spiritual shortsightedness, limited by boulders of self-centredness, trapped by the forest of an unforgiving spirit. May we be empowered by the spirit of unconditional love, taking to others the message of a new view of life, seen from the mountain of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R5xpNcfUwaI/AAAAAAAABT4/9tqkSnM6rY8/s1600-h/HIGH+MOUNTAIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R5xpNcfUwaI/AAAAAAAABT4/9tqkSnM6rY8/s400/HIGH+MOUNTAIN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160114952766538146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ of the upward way My guide divine, Where thou hast set thy feet May I place mine; And move and march wherever thou hast trod, Keeping face forward up the hill of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walter John Mathams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you begin to pray aright you are on an ascending path. It will carry you to even greater heights, but as you climb you will become increasingly aware of your own littleness and of the immensity of the prospect. You will see your surroundings in relation to a higher heaven and a more distant horizon: mountains of difficulty will sink to molehills, ways will appear where no way declared itself and the sources of many streams be revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Redwood, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Practical Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one wants to climb mountains one must have a good base camp, a place where there are shelter and provisions, where one may receive nurture and rest before one ven tures forth again to seek another summit. Successful mountain climbers know that they must spend at least as much time, if not more, in tending to their base camp as they actually do in climbing mountains, for their survival is dependent upon their seeing to it that their base camp is sturdily constructed and well stocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Scott Peck, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Road Less Travelled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have often felt that my life was rather akin to mountaineering, with a clear goal to reach the highest peak. There may be a fairly long journey to reach the foothills before the real climb can be started. On the way up, the goal is often hidden from view by clouds, or by lesser peaks, but the original sight of the summit keeps us pressing on, despite weariness and even discouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I went down from the present peak into the valley between the mountains, I was often shadowed by the very peak I was enjoying. This I interpreted in a sense of failure and this often led to despair... I see now I was wrong... The going down was merely an initial moving forward towards the next higher ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen Roseveare, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Give Me This Mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a path of service in which I would lead you where the grass is green, the pastures verdant. No foot has preceded you there. It is virgin territory. You shall walk with me because there is none other gone before to mark the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 my child, you have crossed a bridge. Reach not back. Move on ahead and press into the fullness of all I have prepared for you. It is the blossoming of that which long ago was planted and for many years has been nurtured. It is waiting for you to step forward and receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have told you so often, keep your heart fixed on me. Only thus will you have the needed stamina to keep your own soul from falling into discouragement. Only by my power will you be able to stand. Focus on my footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frances Roberts, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;On the Highroads of Surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you spot a miracle? Just look for a mountain. Look for a problem or a difficulty, because often the first way God reaches us is in a moment of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble never leaves you where it found you. It changes you, permanently. It either makes you bitter and tough and hard and cold and angry, or it'll turn you into a soft, gentle, compassionate, understanding, generous human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, if you've got a problem, I predict it's the beginning of a miracle, because what is the reason for mountains that God lets us run into? Some mountains are there to block us so that we won't run madly ahead and get ourselves in trouble. If a mountain is there to keep us from going into enemy territory, then the mountain indeed has been turned into a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Schuller, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Living Positively&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She perceived that no-one who finds herself up on the slopes of the Kingdom of Love can possibly dogmatise about what is seen there, because it is only then that she comprehends how small a part of the glorious whole she sees. All she can do is to gasp with wonder, awe and thanksgiving, and to long with all her heart to go higher and to see and understand more. Paradoxical as it may seem, as she gazed out on dazzling vistas, so glorious that she could not look at them steadily or grasp their magnificent sweep, she often thought that the prayer which best expressed her heart's desire was that of the blind man, 'Lord, that I might receive my sight! Help me to open myself to more light. Help me to a fuller understanding'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Hurnard, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hind's Feet on High Places&lt;/span&gt;, an allegory of a girl, formerly crippled, now walking on the High Mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R5xpNcfUwaI/AAAAAAAABT4/9tqkSnM6rY8/s1600-h/HIGH+MOUNTAIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R5xpNcfUwaI/AAAAAAAABT4/9tqkSnM6rY8/s400/HIGH+MOUNTAIN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160114952766538146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Enlarge thou me in love, that with the inward palate of my heart I may taste how sweet it is to love, and to be dissolved and, as it were, to bathe myself in thy love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be possessed by love, mounting above myself, through excessive fervour and admiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me sing the song of love, let me follow thee, my beloved, on high; let my soul spend itself in thy praise, rejoicing through love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me love thee more than myself, nor love myself but for thee; and in thee all that truly love thee, as the law of love commandeth, shining out from thyself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas a Kempis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lord, forgive me for being blinded so often by the pressures of this world. Open my eyes so that I can see the mountain path up which you are calling me. Help me to keep my eyes on the risen Christ who knows the way I take and will never leave me comfortless. Thank you for your knowledge of me, of my gifts, of my dreams and for the way in which you incorporate them into your greater plans for your kingdom. Lord, I want to keep my eyes on the glistening peaks of your perfect will and your perfect love. I give myself to you again, for you to use on the mountains or in the valleys, as a guide or as a rescuer, as a sweeper of the paths or keeper of the rest-houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise you, Lord. I stretch out to reach you -- and find that you are there, ready to hold my hand. I praise and worship you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R5xpNcfUwaI/AAAAAAAABT4/9tqkSnM6rY8/s1600-h/HIGH+MOUNTAIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R5xpNcfUwaI/AAAAAAAABT4/9tqkSnM6rY8/s400/HIGH+MOUNTAIN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160114952766538146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, the love of God, and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with us all now and forever. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowland Croucher, ed., &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;High Mountains Deep Valleys&lt;/span&gt;, chapter 45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R5xpNcfUwaI/AAAAAAAABT4/9tqkSnM6rY8/s1600-h/HIGH+MOUNTAIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R5xpNcfUwaI/AAAAAAAABT4/9tqkSnM6rY8/s400/HIGH+MOUNTAIN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160114952766538146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036538483715266163-1015166102044860189?l=1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1015166102044860189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036538483715266163&amp;postID=1015166102044860189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/1015166102044860189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/1015166102044860189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/2008/01/climb-highest-mountain.html' title='CLIMB THE HIGHEST MOUNTAIN'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R5xpNcfUwaI/AAAAAAAABT4/9tqkSnM6rY8/s72-c/HIGH+MOUNTAIN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163.post-7642856732423880277</id><published>2008-01-24T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:16:09.106-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KNOWING GOD'/><title type='text'>TO KNOW GOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R5lh-sfUwZI/AAAAAAAABTw/NiOYvPeNsSg/s1600-h/KNOWING+GOD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R5lh-sfUwZI/AAAAAAAABTw/NiOYvPeNsSg/s400/KNOWING+GOD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159262577851941266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;All I want is to know Christ and to experience the power of his resurrection, to share in his sufferings and become like him in his death, in the hope that I myself will be raised from death to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jesus said to those who believed in him, 'If you obey my teaching you are really my disciples; you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You diligently study the scriptures because you think that by them you possess eternal life. These are the scriptures that testify about me, yet you refuse to come to me to have life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we obey God's commands, then we are sure that we know him. If someone says that he knows him, but does not obey his commands, such a person is a liar and there is no truth in him. But whoever obeys his word is the one whose love for God has really been made perfect. This is how we can be sure that we are in union with God: whoever says that he remains in union with God should live just as Jesus Christ did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he commands is that we believe in his Son Jesus Christ and love one another, just as Christ commanded us. Whoever obeys God's commands lives in union with God and God lives in union with him. And because of the Spirit that God has given us we know that God lives in union with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how we know what love is: Christ gave his life for us. We too, then, ought to give our lives for our brothers! If a rich person sees his brother in need, yet closes his heart against his brother, how can he claim that he loves God? My children, our love should not be just words and talk; it must be true love, which showsitself in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such there is no law. And those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires. If we live by the Spirit let us also walk by the Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone who calls me 'Lord, Lord' will enter the Kingdom of Heaven, but only those who do the will of my heavenly Father. When that day comes, many will say to me, 'Lord, Lord, did we not prophecy in your name, cast out devils in your name, and in your name perform miracles?' Then I will tell them to their face, 'I never knew you: out of my sight, you and your wicked ways!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Philippians 3: 10-11, GNB; John 8: 31-32, GNB; John 5: 39-40, NIV; 1 John 2: 3-6, GNB; 1 John 3: 23-24, GNB; 1 John 3: 16-18, GNB; Galatians 5: 22-25, RSV; Matthew 7: 21-23, NEB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R5lh-sfUwZI/AAAAAAAABTw/NiOYvPeNsSg/s1600-h/KNOWING+GOD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R5lh-sfUwZI/AAAAAAAABTw/NiOYvPeNsSg/s400/KNOWING+GOD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159262577851941266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The business of knowing God, and it is after all our chief business, is not so easily practised as it is talked about. For many of us 'knowing God' consists of having given intellectual assent to Christ's claims to duty and having accepted the fact that Christ died for our sins. We then blithely go through the routine of life, say a few mumbled prayers -- perhaps even on a daily basis -- study the Bible a little and regularly attend the services of the church. We might even be involved in volunteer ministry. We might just feel serious enough about the whole thing to tithe. For some, 'knowing God' may even have led them to attend Bible college or seminary -- perhaps even to engage in 'full-time' Christian ministry. But is this what is really meant by 'knowing God'? 'Knowing God' goes far deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We parrot the phrase 'having a personal relationship with Jesus Christ'. But do we really understand what we are talking about? Do we realise that those words refer to 'intimate, constant companionship'? It is a relationship very much like being in the presence of one's best friend all day long and constantly interrupting the work or the silence for conversation wherein you reveal the deepest longing, pains, fears, joys and sorrows that you've experienced. And it is two-way conversation. How often do we really listen to God? Do we study the Bible simply to have more and better Bible knowledge? Or, do we study the scriptures to hear and see and know the Person behind them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And does our knowledge really change us in any way? Indeed, we may become more 'mystical', more 'spiritual', and 'free'. But how does our companionship with God change the way we act towards others? Do we love more deeply, with greater sensitivity, greater practicality? In God's name how have we loved? With greater mercy, compassion and generosity? Have we loved only with our tongues and not with food, clothing and shelter for the poor? Or, have we loved in action, only to let our razor tongues destroy another child of the Father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How well do we know God? How well do we image Christ? It is to that extent, and no further, that true knowledge of God dwells in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R5lh-sfUwZI/AAAAAAAABTw/NiOYvPeNsSg/s1600-h/KNOWING+GOD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R5lh-sfUwZI/AAAAAAAABTw/NiOYvPeNsSg/s400/KNOWING+GOD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159262577851941266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you have made us for yourself, and our hearts are restless till they find their rest in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augustine, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Confessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy beloved is of that nature, that he will admit of no rival; but will have thy heart alone, and sit on his throne as king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas a Kempis, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Imitation of Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of asking yourself whether you believe or not, ask yourself whether you have this day done one thing because he said, 'Do it', or once abstained because he said, 'Do not do it'. It is simply absurd to say you believe, or even want to believe in him, if you do not do anything he tells you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George MacDonald, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anthology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[We]... would rather receive salvation from God than God [who is] our salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George MacDonald, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anthology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here again we ought to observe that we are called to a knowledge of God: not that knowledge which... merely flits in the brain, but that which will be sound and fruitful if we duly perceive it, and if it takes root in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Calvin, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Institutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only [God] himself is completely and utterly sufficient to fulfil the will and longing of our souls. Nothing else can. The soul, when it is restored by grace, is made wholly sufficient to comprehend him fully by love. He cannot be comprehended by our intellect or any other person's -- or any angel's for that matter. For both we and they are created things... to the intellect, God... is forever unknowable ... to love, he is completely knowable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cloud of Unknowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift up your heart to God with humble love: and mean God himself, and not what you get out of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cloud of Unknowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man may sink by such slow degrees that, long after he is a devil, he may go on being a good churchman or a good dissenter and thinking himself a good Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George MacDonald, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anthology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Each of us] should render our account to God. No third person dares venture to intrude upon this accounting between God and the individual... the most ruinous evasion of all is to be hidden in the crowd in an attempt to escape God's supervision of us as an individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soren Kierkegaard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind every saint stands another saint... I never learnt anything myself by my own old nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baron von Huegel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why the real problem of the Christian life comes where people do not usually look for it. It comes the very moment you wake up each morning. All your wishes and hopes for the day rush at you like wild animals. And the first job each morning consists simply in shoving them all back; in listening to that other voice, taking that other point of view, letting that other larger, stronger, quieter life come flowing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.S. Lewis, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mere Christianity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason why we have no ease of heart or soul, for we are seeking our rest in trivial things that cannot satisfy, and not seeking to know God, almighty, all-wise, all good. He is true rest. It is his will that we should know him, and his pleasure that we should rest in him. Nothing less will satisfy us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian of Norwich, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Revelations of Divine Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He alone is able to make himself known as he really is. We seek in reasoning and in the sciences, as in a bad copy, for what we neglect to see in an excellent original... We leave him for trifles, and disdain to hold converse with our king, who is always present in us. It is too little to love God and know him by what books tell us, or by what we feel within, through a few worshipful ideas, or some inspiration. We must... lift ourselves above all that which we feel, to worship God and Jesus Christ... as they are in themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother Lawrence, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Practice of the Presence of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R5lh-sfUwZI/AAAAAAAABTw/NiOYvPeNsSg/s1600-h/KNOWING+GOD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R5lh-sfUwZI/AAAAAAAABTw/NiOYvPeNsSg/s400/KNOWING+GOD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159262577851941266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Come, 0 Fount of every blessing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tune my heart to sing your grace;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;streams of mercy never ceasing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call for songs of 1oudest praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus sought me when a stranger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wandering from the fold of God;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he, to rescue me from danger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interposed his precious blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To your grace how great a debtor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I become in all I do;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let that grace now, like a fetter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bind my wandering heart to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prone to wander -- Lord, I feel it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prone to leave the God I love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take my heart, Lord, take and seal it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seal it in your courts above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Robinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R5lh-sfUwZI/AAAAAAAABTw/NiOYvPeNsSg/s1600-h/KNOWING+GOD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R5lh-sfUwZI/AAAAAAAABTw/NiOYvPeNsSg/s400/KNOWING+GOD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159262577851941266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;O Lord our heavenly Father, almighty and everlasting God, who has safely brought us to the beginning of this day; defend us in the same with your mighty power; and grant that this day we fall into no sin; neither run into any kind of danger: but that all our doings may be ordered by your governance, to do always what is righteous in your sight, through Jesus Christ our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;From Rowland Croucher, ed., &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;High Mountains Deep Valleys&lt;/span&gt; (Albatross/Lion), chapter 40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R5lh-sfUwZI/AAAAAAAABTw/NiOYvPeNsSg/s1600-h/KNOWING+GOD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R5lh-sfUwZI/AAAAAAAABTw/NiOYvPeNsSg/s400/KNOWING+GOD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159262577851941266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036538483715266163-7642856732423880277?l=1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/feeds/7642856732423880277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036538483715266163&amp;postID=7642856732423880277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/7642856732423880277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/7642856732423880277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-know-god.html' title='TO KNOW GOD'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R5lh-sfUwZI/AAAAAAAABTw/NiOYvPeNsSg/s72-c/KNOWING+GOD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163.post-4938375035917718230</id><published>2008-01-04T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T01:18:48.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HOPE'/><title type='text'>PROCURE ME POSSIBILITY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R33v0kpzoFI/AAAAAAAABRw/4QQuQeezkV8/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R33v0kpzoFI/AAAAAAAABRw/4QQuQeezkV8/s400/flower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151537235252977746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do I make my plans like a worldly person, ready to say Yes and No at once? As surely as God is faithful our word... has not been Yes and No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test me, Lord, probe me, scrutinise my heart and mind: Your love is always my study, and your constancy my companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mimic the deaf in hearing nothing, I mimic the dumb in not saying a word, I mimic the one who, since he hears nothing gives no sharp answer in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean to sing to the Lord all my life, I mean to play to my God as long as I live. May these thoughts of mine give the Lord as much delight as he gives me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends, if our consciences do not condemn us, we approach God with confidence, and we obtain from him whatever we ask for, because we are obeying his commands and doing the things that please him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart exults, my mind rejoices and my body can dwell secure, knowing that you will not hand me over to Sheol and not put your friend within danger of the grave. Instead you will show me the path of life, the unbounded joy of living in your presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Son of God, Jesus Christ whom we preached to you... was not Yes and No; but in him it is always Yes. For all the promises of God find their Yes in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is love and whoever continues to love keeps in union with God and God with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2 Corinthians 1: 17-18, RSV; Psalm 26: 2-3, JB; Psalm 38: 13-14, JB; Psalm 104: 33-34, JB; 1 John 3: 21-22, Goodspeed; Psalm 16: 9-11, JB; 2 Corinthians 1: 19-20, RSV; 1 John 4: 16, Goodspeed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R33v0kpzoFI/AAAAAAAABRw/4QQuQeezkV8/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R33v0kpzoFI/AAAAAAAABRw/4QQuQeezkV8/s400/flower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151537235252977746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is prayer which alone makes good sense of the past, illumines the present and makes the future hopeful. In the first half of life we are immersed in doing. We test our strength and innocence against the flood of experience which comes upon us, even over us. We taste in order to become wise, we enter in so that we know, we seek in the hope of being found. There are so many possibilities presented to us that we hardly contain our impatience, an impatience which later surprises us, gives cause for regret. We don't call 'procure me possibility'; we hope only for sufficient time to buy up all the experience possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second half of life we emerge from this welter of sensation to find that our necessary immersion in the world has left scars upon us. There are some regrets, there is some emptiness and longing. We are not satisfied; whatever we were looking for, that was not it. Our successes have not filled us, though we own that they were worth the labour. Our failures have dimmed the bright image of ourselves we entertained. We look about us with a view both widened and restricted by our experience. The fine things we hear ourselves saying have no corresponding beauty within. We paint ourselves into a corner with the varnish of appearance, even as God troubles our hearts with truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time of emergence. God comforts us by leading us into prayer. Some old securities and certainties he renews with paradox. Pride and hardness of heart he commutes into vulnerability. The love which we dwelt upon but which was not within us he puts into hearts renewed in tenderness. The creation we largely ignored in pursuit of more glittering prizes he fills with grandeur. We were afraid of dying and he allowed it to touch us in failures and disappointments, and having fallen so far, he raises us to comfort and joy. He satisfies longing and makes it increase. The cry of wretchedness is the cry 'procure me possibility'. God knows the wretchedness, hears the cry, answers it in and by prayer. The life of prayer discovers true riches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R33v0kpzoFI/AAAAAAAABRw/4QQuQeezkV8/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R33v0kpzoFI/AAAAAAAABRw/4QQuQeezkV8/s400/flower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151537235252977746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Christian point of view everything... should serve for edification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sort of learning which is not... edifying is precisely for that reason unchristian. Every thing that is Christian must bear some resemblance to the address which a physician makes beside the sick bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soren Kierkegaard, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Sickness Unto Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvation is humanly speaking the most impossible thing of all; but for God all things are possible. This is the fight of faith, which fights madly for possibility. For possibility is the only power to save. When one swoons, people shout for water, Eau-de-Cologne, Hoffman's Drops; but when one is about to despair the cry is, Procure me possibility, procure me possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soren Kierkegaard, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Sickness Unto Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are free when we are living in a homeland, not when we are straying and breaking away. We are free when we are obeying some deep, inward voice of religious belief. Obeying from within. We are free when we belong to a living, organic, believing community, active in fulfilling some unfulfilled, perhaps unrealised purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.H. Lawrence, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Studies in Classic American Literature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For only to faith is God alone of value, and God is God in that he desires nothing but faith... and just as faith is a trust which reaches out into the darkness, so God is the presence, affirmed in spite of every experience of his absence, of the one being who is worthy of faith, never disappoints, never fails, and deserves total reliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerhard Ebeling, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Luther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is from within us, deep down within us, that the new life proceeds and that means that anything which is not an expression of us will not be an expression of God either. In some sense the converse is also true. What is not an expression of God will not be a true expression of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon Tugwell, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Reflections of the Beatitudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the soul loves God, its heart will not be turned in upon itself or preoccupied with its own pleasure and glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather, it will be intent upon giving honour and glory to God and upon giving him pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francis Kelly Nemeck and Marie Theresa Coombs, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Spiritual Journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learn about sin only on the basis of the proclamation of grace and pardon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacques Ellul, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Subversion of Christianity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who is truly alive is free to die... the people who find death intolerable are those who have never been more than half alive... Death followed by resurrection, life through dying is the way things are. It is the principle of all existence. Hang on to what you have of life and you are lost. Let go, do the necessary dying and a fuller, richer quality of aliveness will be given to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John V. Taylor, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Weep Not For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R33v0kpzoFI/AAAAAAAABRw/4QQuQeezkV8/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R33v0kpzoFI/AAAAAAAABRw/4QQuQeezkV8/s400/flower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151537235252977746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a child of yours, dear Father, is the best adulthood I've ever had! It's richer, by far than any combination of status, promotion, glittering things, beauty prizes and being 'special'. It gives me liberty to laugh at myself with enjoyment. Indeed, now I can grin and bear, laugh and be happy because you appreciate the joke and the joy better than I do. I am freed from envying the talent which others possess. I can say 'I don't know' without feeling the world reddening with embarrassment. 'Truth in the inward part' is what you give and it's wonderful, it's freedom! I see that I'm more ordinary than I thought and that others are deeper, more interesting, more loveable than I used to think. And the poor, dear God, the poor! I see them, more and more. For these wonders and for all the possibilities that he will yet draw from them, may God be praised!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;On your head let there be humour, &lt;br /&gt;In your breast let there be peace, &lt;br /&gt;Out of your eyes much seeing, &lt;br /&gt;Out of your words much ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jmm.aaa.net.au"&gt;Rowland Croucher&lt;/a&gt; ed., &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;High Mountains Deep Valleys &lt;/span&gt;(Albatross/Lion 1991/1994) chapter 39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R33v0kpzoFI/AAAAAAAABRw/4QQuQeezkV8/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R33v0kpzoFI/AAAAAAAABRw/4QQuQeezkV8/s400/flower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151537235252977746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036538483715266163-4938375035917718230?l=1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4938375035917718230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036538483715266163&amp;postID=4938375035917718230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/4938375035917718230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/4938375035917718230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/2008/01/procure-me-possibility.html' title='PROCURE ME POSSIBILITY!'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R33v0kpzoFI/AAAAAAAABRw/4QQuQeezkV8/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163.post-959907242409615180</id><published>2008-01-01T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T17:19:58.857-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WATER IN DRY PLACES'/><title type='text'>WATER IN DRY PLACES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3rmIUpzoEI/AAAAAAAABRo/ZIJYQV5Wi28/s1600-h/dry+places.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3rmIUpzoEI/AAAAAAAABRo/ZIJYQV5Wi28/s400/dry+places.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150682154508984386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;O God you are my God: eagerly will I seek you. My soul thirsts for you; my flesh longs for you: as a dry and thirsty land where no water is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul is thirsty for God, thirsty for the living God. Blessed are those whose strength is in you: in whose heart are the highways to Zion; who going through the valley of dryness find there a spring from which to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make the wilderness a pool of water, and the dry land springs of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold, water was issuing from below the threshold of the temple... this water flows towards the eastern region and goes down into the Arabah; and when it enters the stagnant waters of the sea, the water will become fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day of the feast, the great day, Jesus stood up and proclaimed, 'If any one thirst, let him come to me and drink. He who believes in me, as the scripture has said, 'Out of his heart shall flow rivers of living water.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my fresh springs are in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Psalm 63: 1-2; Psalm 42: 2; Psalm 84:5-6 -- all &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Psalms, A New Translation for Worship&lt;/span&gt;; Isaiah 41: 18; Ezekiel 47:1 and 8; John 7: 37-38; Psalm 87:7 -- all RSV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3rmIUpzoEI/AAAAAAAABRo/ZIJYQV5Wi28/s1600-h/dry+places.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3rmIUpzoEI/AAAAAAAABRo/ZIJYQV5Wi28/s400/dry+places.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150682154508984386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The predominantly arid nature of Australia and the prevalence of drought mean that many Australians know what it is to be in a dry and parched place. The very ground cries out in its desolate need for water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Psalmist can see in his dry surroundings a vivid image of his own thirst for God. The farmer longs for the sound of the drops of rain on the roof: otherwise he faces ruin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flow of God's spirit seems at times to be withheld from me. The memory of other times of refreshment and comfort only serve to increase my feelings of dryness. My sins, committed in moments of angry despair and impatient self-centredness, only serve to aggravate my sense of desolation. 'Where is your God now?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not withhold your mercy from me, my God. Refresh and water me in my dry state. Penetrate the hard layers; soak me with the waters of your Spirit. May I not be satisfied with anything less, any temporary respite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus thirsted to do your will. In the scroll of the book it is written of me that I should do your will: O my God, I long to do it; your law delights my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Give me that heart that longs to do your will. There is no other way for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What amazes me about you, Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that the source of your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't dry up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Inexhaustible, incomprehensible, incalculable'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- big words those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We use them as we use you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still there is more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Our needy souls sustain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with fresh supplies of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Wesley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My soul thirsts for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?' (Psalm 42: 2). The thirst of this poet is not unique. It is universal. Just as these bodies of ours are not self-sustaining, but must be watered and fed from resources external to themselves, even so it is with our souls. If our bodies do not have physical food and water, they will hunger and thirst and die. Just so, if our souls do not have God, the Bread of Life and the Water of Life, they, too, will hunger and thirst and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clovis Chappell, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'The Great Thirst'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fr Dimitri Dudko, a Moscow priest, asked the young people of his congregation to write to him to tell of their experiences in coming to faith. The following is a letter which he received and subsequently read to the congregation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Father Dimitri,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked your young parishioners to describe their path to faith. So I'm writing to you about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people in my family are deeply atheistic by disposition. Even my grandmother and grandfather were non-believers. From childhood I learned my lesson well that God is just a fable invented by ignorant people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I thought about what lay around me, the more clearly I saw and understood that everything is gibberish, not worth a brass farthing. So I came to the point of rejecting everything and everyone. Concepts such as conscience, truth and morality were empty to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing made me really happy. Nothing was pleasant. I started to drink. You get drunk and things get a little easier. The longer it went on, the longer it took me to get really smashed. On my days off I'd drink myself unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got away with everything for a while, but you always reach the end of your rope. It all came very simply and very quickly. I got drunk, got into a fight and found myself in jall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this guy in my cell, a Baptist who prayed a lot and would always cross himself before meals. Many people -- including me -- mocked him for this. Out of boredom I dragged him into a dispute over religion. At first, I just let my words run away with me, interspersing facetious comments about how old women just thought God up. He answered every one of my flippant arguments seriously. His unshakable conviction that he was correct began to irritate me. Soon -- just for the fun of it -- I began defending atheism seriously, proving by whatever means necessary that God could not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really couldn't have cared less either about God or atheism. I just wanted to break his confidence -- that was the main thing. Arrogance pushed me on. And I achieved what I wanted. My cell-mate stopped talking. He fell silent, and then began to cry. He began praying that his faith would be strengthened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt no satisfaction in my victory. A horrible weight fell upon me. I felt sick, like I'd done something mean to someone. And he just kept on praying, but more calmly now. Suddenly he looked at me and smiled. I was amazed at his face -- there was something joyful about it, pure, like it had been washed. The weight immediately fell from my soul, I understood that he had forgiven me. And then a light of some sort penetrated me, and I understood that God exists. It wasn't even so much that I understood, but that I sensed it with my whole being. He exists! He alone has always been and will always be. He is everywhere. He is our Father! We are his children, brothers one to another. I forgot that I was in prison and felt only one thing -a great joy and thankfulness to the Lord who revealed himself to me who am unworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this a strange and radiant thing happened to me. As a non-believer, I had read the Bible but had always hit on the 'dark and incomprehensible'. For me, the Scriptures were 'woven of contradictions'. After I came to believe, each word of the Gospel was filled with meaning for me, close to my mind and heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Light through the Curtain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty of dust and sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my first entrance in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lack'd any thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A guest,' I answer'd, 'worthy to be here':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love said, 'You shall be he.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot look on Thee.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Who made the eyes but I?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Truth, Lord; but I have marr'd them; let my shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go where it doth deserve.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And know you not,' says Love, 'Who bore the blame?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My dear, then I will serve.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You must sit down,' says Love, 'and taste my meat.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did sit and eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Herbert, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Love'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I heard the voice of Jesus say, 'Behold I freely give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The living water; thirsty one, stoop down and drink and live.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to Jesus, and I drank of that live-giving stream;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, and now I live in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is as near as our burning thirst. We do not have to wait for some far-off tomorrow to find him. He is ready to meet our needs in the here and now. And nobody can rob us of our finding him but ourselves. This is Jesus' amazing claim. Shall we take him seriously and drink and live, or shall we go on our feverish way feeling that his promise is altogether too good to be true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clovis Chappell, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'The Great Thirst'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The residual essence of religious devotion is that the object of one's dedication is the All. The poet wrote, 'O God, thou art my God, I seek thee, my soul thirsts for thee, as in a dry and weary land where no water is.' (Psalm 63: 1). The saintly Fenelon said, 'We must be God's without any reservation. When we have found God, there is nothing more to look for in others. We must sacrifice our best friends. The good friend is within our heart. He is the bridegroom who is jealous and who does away with all the rest.' Fenelon was archbishop of Cambrai and tutor to the Duke of Burgundy, but the profligacy of the court of Louis XIV in which he lived was spiritually as weary and waterless as the Babylon -- real or fancied -- of our poet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edwin McNeill Poteat, I&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nterpreter's Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tu nos fecisti ad te, Domine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et cor nostrum inquietum est,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donec requlescat in te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have made us for yourself, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our heart is restless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until it rests in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St Augustine of Hippo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3rmIUpzoEI/AAAAAAAABRo/ZIJYQV5Wi28/s1600-h/dry+places.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3rmIUpzoEI/AAAAAAAABRo/ZIJYQV5Wi28/s400/dry+places.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150682154508984386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lord, you have often refreshed me in dry places. I had gone along with little sense of your presence, then found an unexpected experience of grace. I cannot deny that you have worked through me -- I've seen the results, but all quite out of proportion to my state of preparation and the shallowness of my prayer. Time and time again, I've seen good things happen even under my own hand. Thank you for including me in your purpose, when I've done little to deserve it, and much to spoil and frustrate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me fresh springs of joy in the dry places of my being; then I shall be able to minister grace to others in all kinds of circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3rmIUpzoEI/AAAAAAAABRo/ZIJYQV5Wi28/s1600-h/dry+places.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3rmIUpzoEI/AAAAAAAABRo/ZIJYQV5Wi28/s400/dry+places.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150682154508984386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;May God in the plenitude of his love pour upon you the torrents of his grace, bless you and keep you in his holy fear, prepare you for a happy eternity, and receive you at last into immortal glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessing at the Consecration of Coventry Cathedral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is chapter 29 from Rowland Croucher, ed., &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;High Mountains Deep Valleys &lt;/span&gt;(Albatross Lion).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036538483715266163-959907242409615180?l=1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/feeds/959907242409615180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036538483715266163&amp;postID=959907242409615180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/959907242409615180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/959907242409615180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/2008/01/water-in-dry-places.html' title='WATER IN DRY PLACES'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3rmIUpzoEI/AAAAAAAABRo/ZIJYQV5Wi28/s72-c/dry+places.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163.post-4377394016444259610</id><published>2007-12-30T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T15:28:51.136-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEPRESSION'/><title type='text'>DEAR ADAM... A LETTER TO SOUTH AFRICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gpNkpzn-I/AAAAAAAABQs/2ddOb78YZdM/s1600-h/MELANCHOLY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gpNkpzn-I/AAAAAAAABQs/2ddOb78YZdM/s400/MELANCHOLY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149911487052226530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Dear Adam... A letter to South Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?... O, my God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer, by night, and am not silent.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I have been allotted months of futility, and nights of misery have been assigned to me. When I lie down I think, "How long before I get up?" The night drags on, and I toss till dawn.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Your words have supported those who stumbled; you have strengthened faltering knees. But now trouble comes to you, and you are discouraged... Should not your piety be your confidence and your blameless ways your hope?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the Lord gives you the bread of adversity and the water of affliction, your teachers will be hidden no more; with your own eyes you will see them... when the Lord binds up the bruises of his people and heals the wounds he inflicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if we are children, then we are heirs... if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Psalm 22:1 and 2; Job 7:3 and 4; Job 4: 4-6; Isaiah 30:20 and 26; Romans 8:17 -- all NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gpNkpzn-I/AAAAAAAABQs/2ddOb78YZdM/s1600-h/MELANCHOLY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gpNkpzn-I/AAAAAAAABQs/2ddOb78YZdM/s400/MELANCHOLY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149911487052226530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This letter is a reflection on the struggles that both the writer and reader share in being people-helpers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Adam, I feel so strange writing this letter to you, a person I don't know in a situation I know so little about, thousands of miles away. All we have is a mutual caring friend, who asked me to write to you, a mutual profession and a mutual dark night of the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to say as the same words at different times by well-meaning friends have injured or uplifted me, as I have dragged myself through the blackness of depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is sit in the 'dust and ashes' with you, and place my shaking hand on your boil-infested body and quietly share your pain and cry for justice. Words are so inadequate, those around us are threatened by our cries and God seems deaf to our pleas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my own room I have cursed the night as once more, like clockwork, my troubled spirit awakens at 2.00 am. I have lain there tossing, turning, shaking and sweating as wave after wave of fear and despair rolled over me like the fever of malaria. My God, what had I done to deserve this, night after night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The texts on the wall mocked me as they became readable in the growing light: 'Be joyful always...' 'they are new every morning...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to turn my face to the wall and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet 1 am still here, and have found out that I am not the only one like this. In some strange way I can begin to understand a little of what Paul means when he talks about sharing some of the sufferings and comfort of Christ so we can, in turn, comfort those experiencing similar valleys of shadows as we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also gain some strange comfort in knowing that some of the great men and women of the past and of this century have gone through similar expenences. These indude Elijah, David, Job, John of the Cross, Martin Luther, John Wesley, Spurgeon, J.B. Phillips... to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apart from this growing insight, I have few other answers, Adam, to your (our?) many questions. I don't know why, to quote you, God 'has brought together two people on different continents... two people sharing most of the inner distress of walking through a desert blindfolded...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do draw strength from the progress I can read in your letters, faltering as it may be. In your August letter, your feelings of anxiety and depression, the lethargy and lack of energy, your critical spirit were to the fore, while your November letter seemed to indicate some slow but positive re-integration and ability to face others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your January letter seems even to have some sense of excitement about 'the learnings that we are to discover and share with each other.' I hope I can catch that beginning sense of excitement. My feelings still fluctuate so much, yet I feel a little of the vision and energy returning, but for how long? I'm so afraid of being hurt further or of hurting those I love with my black moods and critical spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you are right in thinking that part of the problem lies in our being 'driven people' rather than 'called', to quote Gordon MacDonald. Like you, I have tried to control my goals and direction and have been disappointed and angered by those who didn't live up to my expectations or 'vision'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been 'success-oriented' but, perhaps I have channelled such desires into my Christian life and ministry. Oh, how do I become called rather than driven? I suspect that the 'solutions' lie not only with me, but with the Christian Church as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I'm sure I need to learn how to wait and abide more in Christ; to listen to what he is calling me to. Perhaps this is why I have been forced to slow down. In the meantime, I need to forgive and let go those who have unknowingly hurt me and not close off completely to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to spend more time with people that energise me and less with those who drain me. Gordon MacDonald's book Restoring Your Spiritual Passion has some good things to say about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I think the Church has a lot to account for in the way it hasn't enabled the laity to recognise and follow God's calling for them. Because of this, much of the work is left to the very busy few who, in turn, are resentful of the lack of participation by the majority. This often leads eventually to apathy, depression and 'burnout' in these few workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, thankyou for sharing your thoughts with me; my attempting to reply has helped some things fall into place. Perhaps some of our questions will never be answered this side of heaven. Keep the faith, Shalom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gpNkpzn-I/AAAAAAAABQs/2ddOb78YZdM/s1600-h/MELANCHOLY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gpNkpzn-I/AAAAAAAABQs/2ddOb78YZdM/s400/MELANCHOLY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149911487052226530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragically, when people who are accustomed to their role as helpers get depressed, they experience more difficulty than the average person in seeking professional help and in making good use of it when they find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John White, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Masks of Melancholy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spurgeon himself was quick to admit that he was not immune to periodic bouts of depression. He said that he knew 'by most painful experience what deep depression means, being visited there-with at seasons by no means few or far between'. He then went on to cite from the biographies of Martin Luther and John Wesley, which are full of reports about their own experiences of depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arch Hart, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Coping With Depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'This evil will come upon us, we know not why, and then it is all the more difficult to drive away. Causeless depression is not to be reasoned with... If those who laugh at such melancholy did but feel the grief of it for one hour, their laughter would be sobered into compassion.' (Charles Spurgeon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H. Norman Wright, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Now I Know Why I Am Depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been plagued by depression, which has often been so excessive that I could neither work nor relate to people... This was so extreme, that I wished to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Girard, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My Weakness: His Strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walter Trobisch, a Christian counsellor, notes that the word for depression in German is schwermut... It means the courage to be heavyhearted, the courage to live with what is difficult. Strange as it may seem, courage is part of depression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I heard an experienced psychiatrist say, 'All people of worth and value have depressions.' Indeed, superficial people seldom have depressions. It requires a certain inner substance and depth of mind to be depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H. Norman Wright, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Now I Know Why I Am Depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression is a symptom which warns us that we're getting into deep water. It is, I believe, designed by God as an emotional reaction to slow us down, to remove us from the race, to pull us back so we can take stock... It is a protective device which removes us from further stress and gives us time to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arch Hart, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Coping with Depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many Christians -- true believers in the Lord Jesus, who are genuinely seeking to follow him -- who, like me, have, for too many years, been desperately lonely, and in great emotional distress, each thinking that he or she is the 'only one' who, as a believer, still struggles and fails so miserably against sin. Baffled by repeated defeat in areas where other Christians seem 'to have the victory', these miserable strugglers are on the point of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Girard, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My Weakness: His Strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is born at the moment when one person says to another, 'What! You too! I thought I was the only one!' (C.S. Lewis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Girard, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My Weakness: His Strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being fairly suddenly deprived of the ability to 'perform', my sense of security and of being useful deserted me and all kinds of nameless terrors swept over me, usually at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vera Phillips &amp; Edwina Robertson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..then we also should have an address book of our special friends... special friends are committed to helping each other discover and maintain spiritual passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gordon MacDonald, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Restoring Your Spiritual Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gpNkpzn-I/AAAAAAAABQs/2ddOb78YZdM/s1600-h/MELANCHOLY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gpNkpzn-I/AAAAAAAABQs/2ddOb78YZdM/s400/MELANCHOLY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149911487052226530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dear Lord, at times I feel so tired and weary; I have so many questions to ask you, but I don't even have the strength to ask them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me rest a while in your arms and be carried close to your heart. Let me cry and drain out all the pain I carry deep inside me for myself and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, break me if you will, but do not crush me. ...Your Kingdom come, your will be done...! Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gpNkpzn-I/AAAAAAAABQs/2ddOb78YZdM/s1600-h/MELANCHOLY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gpNkpzn-I/AAAAAAAABQs/2ddOb78YZdM/s400/MELANCHOLY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149911487052226530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Here I am, Lord. Here is my body, Here is my heart, Here is my soul. Grant that I may be big enough to reach the world, Strong enough to carry it, Pure enough to embrace it without wanting to keep it. Grant that I may be a meeting place, but a temporary one; A road that does not end in itself, because everything to be gathered there, everything human, leads towards you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michel Quoist, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Prayers of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowland Croucher ed., &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;High Mountains Deep Valleys&lt;/span&gt;, Albatross/Lion, chapter 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036538483715266163-4377394016444259610?l=1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4377394016444259610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036538483715266163&amp;postID=4377394016444259610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/4377394016444259610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/4377394016444259610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/2007/12/dear-adam-letter-to-south-africa.html' title='DEAR ADAM... A LETTER TO SOUTH AFRICA'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gpNkpzn-I/AAAAAAAABQs/2ddOb78YZdM/s72-c/MELANCHOLY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163.post-4424853371248728260</id><published>2007-12-29T14:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T14:48:49.457-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIVERSITY'/><title type='text'>ACCEPTING DIVERSITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3bOQEpzn9I/AAAAAAAABQk/T6bCzrb0nmU/s1600-h/DIVERSITY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3bOQEpzn9I/AAAAAAAABQk/T6bCzrb0nmU/s400/DIVERSITY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149529999467061202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Those who depend on obeying the Law live under a curse... the Law has nothing to do with faith (Paul). If [faith] is alone and includes no actions, it is dead (James).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have many parts in the one body, and all these parts have different functions. In the same way, though we are many, we are one body in union with Christ, and we are all joined to each other as different parts of one body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ is like a single body, which has many parts; it is still one body, even though it is made up of different parts. God put every different part in the body just as he wanted it to be... There would not be a body if it were only one part! There are many parts, but one body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we see now is like a dim image in a mirror... What I know now is only partial... Meanwhile these three remain: faith, hope and love; and the greatest of these is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then, let us stop judging one another... aim at those things that bring peace and that help to strengthen one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I give you a new commandment: love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. If you have love for one another, then everyone will know that you are my disciples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept one another, then, for the glory of God, as Christ has accepted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, keep your love for one another at full strength, because love cancels innumerable sins. Be hospitable to one another without complaining. Whatever gift each of you may have received, use it in service to one another, like good stewards dispensing the grace of God in its varied forms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Galatians 3: 10, GNB; James 2: 17, GNB; Romans 12: 4-5, GNB; 1 Corinthians 12: 12-13, 18-20, GNB; 1 Corinthians 13: 12-13, GNB; Romans 14:13 and 19, GNB; John 13: 34-35, GNB; Romans 15: 7, GNB; 1 Peter 4: 8-10, NEB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3bOQEpzn9I/AAAAAAAABQk/T6bCzrb0nmU/s1600-h/DIVERSITY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3bOQEpzn9I/AAAAAAAABQk/T6bCzrb0nmU/s400/DIVERSITY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149529999467061202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snoopy was typing a manuscript, up on his kennel. Charlie Brown: 'What are you doing, Snoopy?' Snoopy: 'Writing a book about theology.' Charlie Brown: 'Good grief. What's its title?' Snoopy (thoughtfully): 'Have You Ever Considered You Might Be Wrong?' This points up a central Christian dictum: God's truth is very much bigger than our little systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Lord often made the point that God's lathering extended to all people everywhere. He bluntly targeted the narrow nationalism of his own people, particularly in stories like the good Samaritan. Here the 'baddie' is a hero. It's a wonderful parable underlining the necessity to love God through loving your neighbour -- and one's neighbour is the person who needs help, whoever he or she may be. But note that love of neighbour is more than seeking their conversion, then adding a few acts of mercy to others in 'our group'. Jesus' other summary statements about the meaning of religion and life in Matthew 23:23 and Luke 11:42 involve justice too: attempting to right the wrongs my neighbour suffers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ethnocentrism' is the glorification of my group. What often happens in practice is a kind of spiritual apartheid: I'll do my thing and you do yours -- over there. Territoriality ('my place -- keep out!') replaces hospitality ('my place -- you're welcome!'). I like Paul's commendation in Philippians 2:19-21 of Timothy 'who really cares' when everyone else was concerned with their own affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes our non-acceptance of others' uniqueness has jealousy or feelings of inferiority at their root. You have probably heard the little doggerel, 'I hate the guys/that criticise/and minimise/the other guys/whose enterprise/has made them rise/above the guys/that criticise/and minimise...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our global village we cannot avoid relating to 'different others'. Indeed, marriage is all about two different people forming a unity in spite of their differences. Those differences can of course be irritating -- for example when a 'lark' marries an 'owl' (but the Creator made both to adorn his creation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even within yourself there are diverse personalities. If you are a 'right brain' person, why not develop an interest in 'left brain' thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord reveals different aspects of his truth to different branches of the church. What a pity, then, to make our part of the truth the whole truth. Martin Buber had the right idea when he said that the truth is not so much in human beings as between them. An author dedicated his book to 'Stephen... who agrees with me in nothing, but is my friend in everything.' Just as an orchestra needs every instrument, or a fruit salad is tastier with a great variety of fruits, so we are enriched through genuine fellowship with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Christian group matures when it recognises it may have something to learn from other groups. The essence of immaturity is not knowing that one doesn't know, and therefore being unteachable. No one denomination or church has a monopoly on the truth. How was God able to get along for 1500, 1600 or 1900 years without this or that church? Differences between denominations or congregations -- or even within them -- reflect the rich diversity and variety of the social, cultural and temperamental backgrounds from which those people come. But they also reflect the character of God whose grace is 'multi-coloured'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you belong to Christ and I belong to Christ, we belong to each other and we need each other. Nothing should divide us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3bOQEpzn9I/AAAAAAAABQk/T6bCzrb0nmU/s1600-h/DIVERSITY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3bOQEpzn9I/AAAAAAAABQk/T6bCzrb0nmU/s400/DIVERSITY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149529999467061202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diversity is a hallmark of life, an intrinsic feature of living systems in the natural world. The demonstration and celebration of this diversity is an endless rite. Look at the popularity of museums, zoos, aquariums and botanic gardens. The odder the exhibit, the more different it is from the common and familiar forms around us, the more successful it is likely to be. Nature does not tire of providing oddments for people who look for them. Biologists have already formally classified 1.7 million species. As many as 30 to 40 million more may remain to be classified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Ehrenfeld, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Thirty million cheers for diversity'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot easily forgive another for not being ourselves. Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shylock, The Merchant of Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is what people kill each other for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herbert Read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After three days of discussion at Marburg, the Reformers agreed on fourteen articles, but could not be reconciled on the fifteenth concerning the Eucharist. This led to a division between the Lutheran and Reformed churches which continues to this day. It is reported that when Luther refused to shake hands with Zwingli in farewell, the Swiss reformer left with tears in his eyes. His attitude throughout had been most brotherly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthur Gum, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ulrich Zwingli, the unknown reformer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Jesus ever came down to earth again, the Spaniards would dance with joy, the Italians would start singing, the French would discuss whether his visit was timely and the Germans? Well, they would present him with a schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardinal Sin, of Manila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different groups within the Christian church are at odds with one another because their models of the Christian life, its beginnings and its fullness, are so diverse. One group of genuine believers can never remember a conscious conversion to faith in Christ; another insists that a datable experience of being 'born again' is essential; a third says that a second distinct experience of 'baptism of the Holy Spirit' is necessary for Christian maturity. When we 'test the spirits' in the lives of representatives among these groups, we often find an equal level of spiritual vitality -- or deadness! -- in each sector. The Christian life is being offered in diverse packages, but what is inside is the same -- newness of life in Christ. Nonetheless, the different groups enjoying this life are readily offended by another's packages. One person's piety is often another's poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Lovelace, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dynamics of Spiritual Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inevitably, law reduces things to a common denominator. Under grace, everything is completely different. Individual difference is encouraged.. Each Christian becomes an authentic witness, since each has their own experience of Christ, incommensurable with that of any other person, since all genuinely personal experiences are Individual and unique. Each has his or her own irreplaceable contribution to the life of the whole. Each has an instrument to play, a gift to offer to the harmony of the whole orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Neill, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;On the Ministry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can no longer doubt that there are many different expressions of Christianity within the New Testament. These patterns... did [not] always complement each other; on the contrary, they not infrequently clashed, sometimes fiercely... The language forms were different, often so different that the words of one believer could not serve as the vehicle of faith of another, or even for himself in different circumstances... So, if we have been convinced of the unity of first-century Christianity, we can hardly be less convinced of its diversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James D.G. Dunn, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Unity and Diversity in the New Testament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The church of the next century must be] a church which allows considerable diversity of outlook and expression and does not insist on rigid uniformity. We should not be afraid of diversity within the church. The fact is that people have different temperaments, and these require a variety of expression of faith and worship. But there is another more profound reason for pluralism within the church. This is that no one of us and no one point of view can comprehend the fullness of the mystery of God. We know him only in part, and we can see him only from a perspective which is formed by our historical, cultural and sociological heritage as well as by our personal experience. The pluralism within the church is far from being a simply negative thing and need not be divisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archbishop Keith Raynor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The very idea of diversities compatible with communion. . . or of the sufficient minimum of doctrine to be held in common if unity is to be preserved... is the object of all my research.' It should also be an object of vital interest to all Christians. The diversity which always has existed in the church is still, theoretically, valued and not merely tolerated. Where differences did not inhibit communication by leading to an isolated sectarianism, communion was not sundered; folk lived out, and died for, the one faith before it found uniform expression in creeds and conciliar definitions. If the same faith is being lived, varying formulations of it (which may have equally respectable apostolic origins) must be reconcilable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yves Congar, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Diversity and Communion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regard to the question of a 'minimal creed', what might it affirm? Here's a suggestion: We affirm: 1. One God: Father, Son and Holy Spirit; 2. Jesus Christ as my Saviour, my Lord and my God; 3. The scriptures as authoritative in all matters of faith and conduct; 4. Love for, acceptance of and full fellowship with all who thus confess their allegiance to Christ through Christ; 5. Our commission to continue the holistic ministry of Christ in evangelism and social action to a lost world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowland Croucher, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Recent Trends Among Evangelicals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacques Ellul, noting that in many of the conflicts of our time sincere Christians are to be found on both sides, welcomes this fact, for he claims that their Christianity can unite them across political and partisan divisions, so lessening the hostility of those divisions and preparing the way for eventual reconciliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Macquarrie, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Humility of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus brings together Jew and Gentile and from them both produces one new kind of person... It is not that Jesus makes all the Jews into Gentiles, or all the Gentiles into Jews; he produces a new kind of person out of both, although they remain Gentiles and Jews. Chrysostom, the famous preacher of the early church, says that it is as if one should melt down a statue of silver and a statue of lead, and the two should come out gold. The unity which Jesus achieves is not achieved by blotting out all racial and national characteristics; it is achieved by making all people of all nations into Christians... Christianity produces people who are friends with each other because they are friends with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Barclay, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Galatians and Ephesians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3bOQEpzn9I/AAAAAAAABQk/T6bCzrb0nmU/s1600-h/DIVERSITY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3bOQEpzn9I/AAAAAAAABQk/T6bCzrb0nmU/s400/DIVERSITY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149529999467061202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lord God our Creator, when you made all creatures great and small in their rich diversity you were so delighted. And when you made human beings (in your image) to be so diverse, they must represent somehow the rich diversity of the Godhead itself. Lord, our Redeemer, when Jesus Christ died to draw all unto him, it was in prospect of heaven being populated by people from every tribe, language, nation and race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me to appreciate all this richness; may my theology not be too eccentric, peripheral to the central concern of the gospel which is to increase love for God and others. So teach me how to stay close to you, close to humankind, and make it the goal of my life to bring God and humankind together. Help me to move from law (with its tendency to reduce everything to a common denominator) to grace (where individual differences are celebrated).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May my view of myself be conditioned more by my being bound up in life with others, rather than my separateness from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me to be big enough to be all things to all people, to help in their saving to keep the bridges between me and others in good repair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cure thy children's warring madness Bend our pride to thy control; Shame our wanton selfish gladness, Rich in things and poor in soul. Grant us wisdom, grant us courage, Lest we miss thy kingdom's goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H.E. Fosdick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gather us in, thou love that fillest all; Gather our rival faiths within thy fold. Rend each one's temple-veil and bid it fall, That we may know that thou hast been of old; Gather us in. Gather us in: we worship only Thee; In varied names we stretch a common hand; In diverse forms a common soul we see; In many ships we seek one spirit-land; Gather us in. Each one sees one colour of thy rainbow-light, Each looks upon one tint and calls it heaven; Thou are the fullness of our partial sight; We are not perfect till we find the seven; Gather us in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.E. Matheson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3bOQEpzn9I/AAAAAAAABQk/T6bCzrb0nmU/s1600-h/DIVERSITY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3bOQEpzn9I/AAAAAAAABQk/T6bCzrb0nmU/s400/DIVERSITY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149529999467061202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;May God be merciful to us, and bless us; look on us with kindness, so that the whole world may know your will; so that nations may know your salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the peoples praise you, O God; may all the peoples praise you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 67:1-2 (GNB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;From Rowland Croucher, ed., &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;High Mountains Deep Valleys&lt;/span&gt;, Albatross/Lion, chapter 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036538483715266163-4424853371248728260?l=1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4424853371248728260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036538483715266163&amp;postID=4424853371248728260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/4424853371248728260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/4424853371248728260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/2007/12/accepting-diversity.html' title='ACCEPTING DIVERSITY'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3bOQEpzn9I/AAAAAAAABQk/T6bCzrb0nmU/s72-c/DIVERSITY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163.post-3135992029179066289</id><published>2007-12-27T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T02:43:54.652-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><title type='text'>LOVE THAT GIVES ITSELF AWAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3Slb0pzn8I/AAAAAAAABQc/pH93HcgzRtU/s1600-h/LOVE+IMAGE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3Slb0pzn8I/AAAAAAAABQc/pH93HcgzRtU/s400/LOVE+IMAGE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148922171400363970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Love that gives itself away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love that gives itself away - (Anders Nygren)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. You, O Lord, are loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers. God is love; he who dwells in love is dwelling in God, and God in him. This is for us the perfection of love, to have confidence on the day of judgment, and this we can have, because even in this world we are as he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new commandment I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. All will know that you are my disciples if you love one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let no debt remain outstanding, except the continuing debt to love one another, for he who loves others has fulfilled the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the whole law is fulfilled on one word, 'You shall love your neighbour as yourself.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love contains no fear -- indeed fully-developed love expels every particle of fear, for fear always contains some of the torture of feeling guilty. This means that the person who lives in fear has not yet had love perfected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1 John 4: 10, NIV; Psalm 62: 12, NW; 1 John 3: 16, NW; 1 John 4: 16b and 17, NEB; Romans 5: 8, NIV; John 13: 34, NIV; Romans 13: 8, NIV; Galatians 5: 14, RSV; 1 John 4: 18, Phillips)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3Slb0pzn8I/AAAAAAAABQc/pH93HcgzRtU/s1600-h/LOVE+IMAGE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3Slb0pzn8I/AAAAAAAABQc/pH93HcgzRtU/s400/LOVE+IMAGE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148922171400363970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this thing called love? A four letter word, easy to say, but incredibly hard to do. And not all that easy to understand, since (in English at least) the word is used in so many different ways. It carries an enormous freight on its small shoulders: it can be love for God, or for truth, or for having one's back scratched; it can be love for one's family, or for chips with vinegar, or a love affair in illicit circumstances. Has it been so inflated by over-use that it is now devalued?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love now means everything and therefore nothing, we have a problem. For the apostle John says that God is love! What a risk John took even if the Greeks did have at least four words for love! The biggest danger is that people will make a 'dyslectic' mistake and conclude that Love (capital 'L') is God. A transcendent sexual experience, a sweet revelation of family life, a friendship that passes the love of women, and behold, they think they have been visited by a divinity. And like a god, such love issues commands which they obey to the letter: selfish, mean, manipulative and treacherous acts are defended because it was 'love' that told us to do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But John took the risk: 'God', he said, 'is love'. John did more than that, he 're-minted' the word and gave it a character so radical as to shake all ancient (and modern) ethical systems. He taught that love is to give yourself away for the benefit of others regardless of whether or not they attract you or deserve your goodwill. John learned such love at the foot of the cross where God's love-gift of himself was poured out for those who put him there (1 John 3: 16).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love that gives itself away comes from God. He and such love are inseparables, the 'Siamese twins' of the universe. This love 'has flooded our innermost heart through the Holy Spirit he has given us' (Romans 5: 5, NEB) and what he has worked into us must now be worked out in daily living. Such love is a gift to be received, but making it work will cost us all that we have and all that we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3Slb0pzn8I/AAAAAAAABQc/pH93HcgzRtU/s1600-h/LOVE+IMAGE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3Slb0pzn8I/AAAAAAAABQc/pH93HcgzRtU/s400/LOVE+IMAGE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148922171400363970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we had not seen the love that is revealed in the cross of Christ, we should not have known what love, in the Christian sense of the word, is. We should doubtless have known what love in general is, but not what love in the highest and deepest sense is, not what divine love, agape, is. What, then, has the cross of Christ to tell us about the nature and content of agape-love? It testifies that it is a love that gives itself away, that sacrifices itself, even to the uttermost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anders Nygren, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Agape and Eros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The model of suffering love is God himself. Why, a reasonable angel might ask, did the Creator not give up millennia ago on these stupid rebels? Why does God not call a halt to the frustrations of human history? Why does he not let us finish ourselves off with the doomsday bomb? Why does he not come quickly himself to turn the world into his perfect kingdom? Why does he wait so long before taking decisive action? The answer: God is love. Love suffers long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lewis Smedes, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Love within Limits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;For the love of God is broader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than the measures of man's mind;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the heart of the Eternal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is most wonderfully kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our love were but more simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should take him at his word;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our lives would be illumined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the goodness of our Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Faber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Bible, love is much more a matter of will and of action than of feeling. Feeling may come into it, but it is not the central thing. Love in the Bible is a steady direction of the will towards another's lasting good. Love means coming to help in time of need; it means saving activity. In the parable of the good Samaritan, when the Samaritan saw the wounded man, he came to his help; a kindly feeling of pity would not have been any use; what was needed was action to save a life. Jesus told that parable not only to show us how we ought to act, but also to show us what God is like, and to make clear to us that God also acts to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Neill, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Christian's God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the whole, God's love for us is a much safer subject to think about than our love for him. Nobody can always have devout feelings and, even if we could, feelings are not what God principally cares about. Christian love, either towards God or towards others, is an affair of the will. If we are trying to do his will we are obeying the commandment, 'Thou shalt love the Lord thy God'. He will give us feelings of love if he pleases. We cannot create them for ourselves, and we must not demand them as a right. But the great thing to remember is that, though our feelings come and go, his love for us does not. It is not wearied by our sins, or our indifference; and, therefore, it is quite relentless in its determination that we shall be cured of those sins, ,at whatever cost to us, at whatever cost to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.S. Lewis, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mere Christianity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love of our neighbour is the only door out of the dungeon of self, where we mope and mow, striking sparks, and rubbing phosphorescences out of the walls, and blowing our own breath in our own nostrils, instead of issuing to the fair sunlight of God, the sweet winds of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Macdonald, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Love thy neighbour'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If lovelessness actively repels people from the church and the gospel, thus being the biggest single obstacle to effective witness in a community or a nation, it also evacuates the Christian of his significance before God. He becomes a nonentity, a cipher. God cannot use the loveless Christian for his glory, even if he is gifted with prophetic speaking; even if he is able to understand and explain the deep things of God, man and Satan, even if he is knowledgeable about the vast field of truth and experience; and even if he has the incisive and bold measure of faith envisaged by Jesus himself -- the faith that moves mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Barclay, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Flesh and Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love sees possibilities that apathy and indifference cannot see. This works on many levels of life. Driven by self-giving love to seek a happier personhood for another, we are able to hear signals in the other person that hint at a will to change. Love keeps us open to possibilities within the loved one. It is only when we lose patience or no longer even care that we say: 'he's hopeless'. At another level, when we experience the love of God, we feel possibilities for newness on every side. The Spirit of God is the agent of love within us. When God takes us into love's embrace -- when all our sins are forgiven, when all our blemished past is accepted, and when we face our future as a tomorrow bathed in the atmosphere of divine love -- we are reborn in hope. Desire is transformed into expectancy. We know all things are possible. The love of the Spirit communicates the wellspring of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lewis Smedes, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Love within Limits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When I want to be free at all costs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am already beginning to bind myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pursue my own wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I throw myself in chains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do what I don't want to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at my own mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I finally consider myself free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom becomes a burden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because 1 must make decisions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I am unable to make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my freedom turns into a new prison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only find freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the ropes that bind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulrich Schaffer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot wash it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of Songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3Slb0pzn8I/AAAAAAAABQc/pH93HcgzRtU/s1600-h/LOVE+IMAGE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3Slb0pzn8I/AAAAAAAABQc/pH93HcgzRtU/s400/LOVE+IMAGE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148922171400363970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lord, we might have known that you would be love! If you had not poured yourself into the tiny frame of the Babe of Bethlehem and then gone on to pour yourself out on the cross, somehow this truth about you may just have penetrated our darkened minds. If we had summed up all the best and noblest thoughts that ever came into our thinking, all the beauty, truth and goodness that is possible, and then if we had pushed it to the ultimate, we should perhaps have just managed to see the dim outlines of love. No doubt we would have badly distorted the picture and got much of it wrong, but our poor hungry hearts would somehow have recognised that when we were in touch with love we were in touch with truth, with reality, with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Lord, you did not leave us to guess and to grope in the darkness. You came down to where we were: Love translated into flesh and blood, Love active and living in the dusty lanes and by-ways of the world. You gave yourself utterly all day and every day until on the cross there was nothing more to give. And then Love, which crashed headlong into human sin and selfishness, crashed through into victory and the power of an endless life. Risen Jesus, Risen Love, you reign for ever and ever. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3Slb0pzn8I/AAAAAAAABQc/pH93HcgzRtU/s1600-h/LOVE+IMAGE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3Slb0pzn8I/AAAAAAAABQc/pH93HcgzRtU/s400/LOVE+IMAGE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148922171400363970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;May the Father's love which gave to the uttermost and spared nothing in its downreach towards men and women, and may the Son's love which touched and healed and bled and died for us, and may the Spirit's love which is poured into our hearts, bless, preserve and keep us in time and in eternity. May the presence of the living God and the power of his crucified love move us and change us and turn us upward to him and outward to others now and forever. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;High Mountains, Deep Valleys&lt;/span&gt; ed. By Rowland Croucher pp. 76-81&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036538483715266163-3135992029179066289?l=1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/feeds/3135992029179066289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036538483715266163&amp;postID=3135992029179066289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/3135992029179066289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/3135992029179066289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/2007/12/love-that-gives-itself-away.html' title='LOVE THAT GIVES ITSELF AWAY'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3Slb0pzn8I/AAAAAAAABQc/pH93HcgzRtU/s72-c/LOVE+IMAGE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163.post-815603652263558731</id><published>2007-12-25T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T16:18:30.307-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIRACLES'/><title type='text'>A GOD WHO WORKS WONDERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3GdNkpzn5I/AAAAAAAABQE/cyJGYJt0IJQ/s1600-h/MIRACLES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3GdNkpzn5I/AAAAAAAABQE/cyJGYJt0IJQ/s400/MIRACLES.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148068705564073874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[The brothers] left Egypt and went back home to their father Jacob in Canaan. 'Joseph is still alive!' they told him. 'He is the ruler of all Egypt!' Jacob was stunned and could not believe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Lord brought us back to Jerusalem, it was like a dream! How we laughed, how we sang for joy! Then the other nations said about us, 'The Lord did great things for them'. Indeed he did great things for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jesus] said this and showed them his hands and his feet. They still could not believe, they were so full of joy and wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Peter was kept in jail, but the people of the church were praying earnestly to God for him... Peter knocked at the outside door, and a servant-girl named Rhoda came to answer it. She recognised Peter's voice and was so happy that she ran back in without opening the door, and announced that Peter was standing outside. 'You are mad!' they told her. But she insisted that it was true. So they answered, 'It is his angel'. Meanwhile Peter kept on knocking. At last they opened the door, and when they saw him, they were amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the Son of God, who loved me and gave his life for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have faith, but not enough. Help me to have more!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Genesis 45:25 and 26; Psalm 126: 1-3; Luke 24:40 and 41; Acts 12: 5, 13-16; Galatians 2: 20; Mark 9:24 -- all GNB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3GdNkpzn5I/AAAAAAAABQE/cyJGYJt0IJQ/s1600-h/MIRACLES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3GdNkpzn5I/AAAAAAAABQE/cyJGYJt0IJQ/s400/MIRACLES.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148068705564073874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first lecture of the diploma course and I was briefly surveying the history and religion of Israel. When I recounted the story of God's decisive intervention at the time of the Exodus, there was a sudden exclamation of 'How marvellous!' from one of the forty or so students crowded into the class. Startled by such an unusual occurrence in a normally sedate group, I traced its source to a frail-looking young man -- he looked as though the proverbial puff of wind would blow him over. A few minutes later, when we came to the point where God, in his grace, made a covenant with Israel, he exclaimed, 'That's terrific!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the staff common room I confided to my colleagues that we had something of an oddity in the first year diploma class. That was when I discovered that Richard -- his name -- was in fact an acute asthmatic who was so frail that he had never attended school; his entire education had been by a personal tutor who had encouraged dialogue and interaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Richard quickly adapted to the 'hallelujah-less, take-it-for-granted' atmosphere so characteristic of so much of our Christian community. We know the story, perhaps too well, and it fails to excite us. But God is a God of miracles; all things are possible with him (Luke 1: 37) and he does surprise and delight us. So often he works for us in ways that appear almost too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so with Jacob. There was nothing he could have wished for more than to know that Joseph, his long-lost son, was alive. The joyous assertion of the brothers (Genesis 45: 26) was, for him, too good to be believed. But Joseph was alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or consider Israel in exile in the iron grip of a conqueror who had devastated its land, destroyed its capital and decimated its population. It seemed like a dream when God moved the heart of a heathen king (Ezra 1) and the captives, their long exile over, were back in Judea once more (Psalm 126). But it was not a dream and the God who controlled events on the international scene then is the same today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even our prayer life can be permeated by a strange mixture of faith and unbelief. Picture that prayer meeting in Jerusalem (Acts 12) when Peter was under sentence of death: the earnest petitions, the remembrance of God's miraculous interventions in the past. Yet when Peter, very much alive and well, arrived on the doorstep, those godly prayer-warriors were incredulous, unable to accept what God had done! Knowing how often we pray without any conviction of a divine response, we are hesitant to criticise those disciples, but God does work in answer to prayer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think, too, of the bleak despair and hopelessness of the disciples after the death of their Master. They were shattered men. How they must have longed for the tumultuous events of those days to be reversed and for their Lord to be restored to them! If ever there was a thing too good to be true, this was it! Luke 24:41 (RSV) has the strange, almost contradictory statement -- 'they still disbelieved for joy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it did happen! Jesus was alive! He had broken forever the bonds of sin, death and the grave! He had answered decisively that age-old question, 'Is there a way out into the unknown -- a bridge into eternity?' Yes, there is. Jesus has pioneered that way and we may travel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these miracles are well documented historical facts. But there is a miracle which takes place in our personal experience, the miracle of Christ's redeeming love for the individual: 'the Son of God loved me and gave his life for me' (Galatians 2:20). How impossible that must seem! I can comprehend that 'God loved the world' (John 3: 16) -- the world is a big place, with millions of people. But for the Son of God to love me -- just one amongst five thousand million people in the world today -- in a universe so immense! It seems too good to be true. But this is the glory of the gospel and its message of redeeming love. It reaches right down to the individual, it is personal and we can both accept it and rejoice in it. 'What is man, that you think of him; mere man, that you care for him?' (Psalm 8: 4, GNB) P.S. And Richard? He longed to serve Christ amongst young people, but in a few brief years after leaving college his flail body gave up the struggle. I can well imagine what he has been exclaiming since! 'How marvellous! That's terrific!' There is so much morel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The validity of the Christian faith rests on one supreme miracle: the cornerstone upon which the whole superstructure of Christianity rises or fails, depends on the truth of this miracle -- the resurrection of Jesus Christ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3GdNkpzn5I/AAAAAAAABQE/cyJGYJt0IJQ/s1600-h/MIRACLES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3GdNkpzn5I/AAAAAAAABQE/cyJGYJt0IJQ/s400/MIRACLES.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148068705564073874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No other religion has ever dared to put forth this challenge, has ever dared to make its appeal to miracles, and rest its appeal on a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn Kuhlman, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I Believe in Miracles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So often we pray with such little belief in the efficacy of prayer that we are 'astonished' when the answer comes. How we need the word of Mark 11: 34, 'When you pray, believe that you receive... and you shall have...' Other conditions being satisfied, this believing before receiving is a mighty prayer secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy H. King, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Day at a Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us is created in God's own image, and it means that, though we are creatures and full of sins and defects, there is the deep-down likeness between us and God, and our destiny is to be with him. When we say that God loves us we mean that he cares for each single one of us as if there is no-one else for him to care for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cares for you in all that unique individuality which is yours. He wants you to be with him forever, to share with you all that he has to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful thing about man is that he is described as being in God's own image. Not that God and man are identical in all respects -- far from it. God remains the Creator, and we always remain creatures, utterly dependent upon him. Yet there is a true affinity between God and man. Man has powers of memory, thought, consciousness, purpose, appreciation of beauty, appreciation of truth, moral distinction between right and wrong, and a rare potential of freedom. Above all, he has the possibility of really knowing God, and having fellowship with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Ramsey, former Archbishop of Canterbury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a thing most wonderful, almost too wonderful to be, That God's own Son should come from heav'n, And die to save a child like me. And yet I know that it is true...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Walsham How&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God commends his love - Greater could not be - While I was a sinner, Jesus died for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Goodman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did he love me? I never can tell. Why did he suffer to save me from hell? Nothing but infinite grace from above Could have conceived such a story of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.R. Harding Wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here might I stay and sing, No story so divine; Never was love, dear King! Never was grief like thine! This is my friend, In whose sweet praise I all my days Could gladly spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Crossman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I offer the Lord for all his goodness to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 116: 12, GNB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac Watts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may have as much of God as we will. Christ... bids us take all we want. If a man is admitted into the bullion vault of a bank and told to help himself and comes out with one cent, whose fault is it that he is poor? Whosefault is it that Christian people generally have such scanty portions of the free riches of God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Maclaren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3GdNkpzn5I/AAAAAAAABQE/cyJGYJt0IJQ/s1600-h/MIRACLES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3GdNkpzn5I/AAAAAAAABQE/cyJGYJt0IJQ/s400/MIRACLES.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148068705564073874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lord, I thank you for the gift of love; indeed I am fearfully and wonderfully made. I praise you for all that goodness and tender mercy which have surrounded me all the days of my life; for those divine interventions, both great and small, which have marked out the days and years of my pilgrimage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, I thank you for the miracle of the new birth in your Son, my Saviour, Jesus Christ, that in him I am a new creation. Like Paul, I confess myself to be the chief of sinners, but you loved me and you have bound me to yourself, eternally, by your love and grace. I cannot fully understand such love, but I can and do rejoice in it; I cannot begin to comprehend why you should choose such a person as I am to serve you, but I gratefully accept that role as your servant -- and the servant of all, for the sake of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me never to take you for granted; never to lose sight of the wonder of your love; never to cease to respond sacrificially to your love; never to lose the hope of seeing the miracle wrought out in my life worked out in the lives of those about me, however unresponsive they may seem to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3GdNkpzn5I/AAAAAAAABQE/cyJGYJt0IJQ/s1600-h/MIRACLES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3GdNkpzn5I/AAAAAAAABQE/cyJGYJt0IJQ/s400/MIRACLES.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148068705564073874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Go into this day in the consciousness that the Lord God Almighty invited you to walk with him. May the humility which marks out the person who walks daily with God be accompanied by a sense of your thrill and wonder at the way in which the Almighty works in your life and in his world -- today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;High Mountains, Deep Valleys&lt;/span&gt;, by Rowland Croucher ed., Albatross/Lion, chapter 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036538483715266163-815603652263558731?l=1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/feeds/815603652263558731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036538483715266163&amp;postID=815603652263558731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/815603652263558731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/815603652263558731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/2007/12/god-who-works-wonders.html' title='A GOD WHO WORKS WONDERS'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3GdNkpzn5I/AAAAAAAABQE/cyJGYJt0IJQ/s72-c/MIRACLES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163.post-6734333683744124052</id><published>2007-12-20T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T21:22:57.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WORDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TALK'/><title type='text'>TALK IS CHEAP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R2tNCUpzntI/AAAAAAAABOk/5vtTsShlLcI/s1600-h/TALK+IS+CHEAP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R2tNCUpzntI/AAAAAAAABOk/5vtTsShlLcI/s400/TALK+IS+CHEAP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146291701500059346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Suppose a brother or a sister is in rags with not enough food for the day, and one of you says, 'Good luck to you, keep yourselves warm, and have plenty to eat', but does nothing to supply their bodily needs, what is the good of that? So with faith; if it does not lead to action, it is in itself a lifeless thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion that is pure and genuine in the sight of God the Father will show itself by such things as visiting orphans and widows in their distress, and keeping oneself uncontaminated by the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning God expressed himself. That personal expression... was God. So the word of God became a human being and lived among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let what you say be simply 'yes' or 'no'; anything more than this comes from evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of one who brings good news, who heralds peace, brings happiness, proclaims salvation, and tells Zion 'your God is King'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(James 2:15-17, NEB; James 1:27, Phillips; John 1:1,14, Phillips; Matthew 5:37, RSV; Isaiah 52:7, JB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R2tNCUpzntI/AAAAAAAABOk/5vtTsShlLcI/s1600-h/TALK+IS+CHEAP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R2tNCUpzntI/AAAAAAAABOk/5vtTsShlLcI/s400/TALK+IS+CHEAP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146291701500059346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication is the first essential ingredient in any relationship: between marriage partners, parents and children, labour and management or in international affairs. Failure to communicate lies at the root of all tension, friction and fear. Mankind's objects -- to achieve peace and reconciliation -are possible only through real human communication. Communication is a bridge fashioned out of words, feelings, gestures, 'body language' and attitudes. Words are the most common vehicles of communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are amazingly powerful. They can sway crowds for good or ill. They can bring relief, hope, encouragement. The gospel is couched in words -- the greatest words in the world: love, forgiveness, grace, reconciliation, faith. It is the good news about Jesus which has the power to save and dignify human life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But words, rather than being a vehicle of deep communication, can be a barrier to effective communication. Words are too often substituted for action. They can be offered instead of sacrificial and loving involvement in another's needs. Words can be the world's most devalued currency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most powerful temptation to beset the preacher -- or any Christian who wants to communicate the gospel -- is to offer words (however true and orthodox those words may be) instead of offering him/her self. Great Christian words of faith all too easily become mechanical formulas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are a cop-out whenever they are cheapened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's means of person-to-person communication extended beyond the words of the law and the prophets, to incarnation -- the Word becoming flesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christians dare not forget that incarnation lies at the heart of the gospel and its communication. There is no escape for the Christian who takes Christ's commission and method seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R2tNCUpzntI/AAAAAAAABOk/5vtTsShlLcI/s1600-h/TALK+IS+CHEAP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R2tNCUpzntI/AAAAAAAABOk/5vtTsShlLcI/s400/TALK+IS+CHEAP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146291701500059346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole anguish of religious broadcasting is that we are transmitting a message of love and it is costing us nothing. It costs us nothing to say 'I love you' or 'God loves you' except the breath it takes to speak into a microphone. There is a powerful missionary movement being built up around the use of private satellites and cable television, based mainly in the United States. From these sources, electronic missionaries placed 23,000 miles in the air will preach the gospel to the people of Africa, Asia, and South America. But you see, it costs nothing. In terms of personal cost -- of the real giving of self -- it doesn't cost a thing. Therefore it is a ghost, a distortion of what Christianity is about. Unless I actually stand alongside you -- not as an electronic ghost, but as someone who shares your life, who sweats, fears and hungers, and who risks the same diseases, it is not what Christianity is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin Morris, Head of Religious Broadcasting, BBC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most immutable barrier in the world is between one person's thoughts, and another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That blackguard who uses the science of speech more to blackmail and swindle than to teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry Higgins, in Lerner and Lowe's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My Fair Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are, of course, the most powerful drug in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudyard Kipling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finest possible communication... (brings another) into a relationship instead of isolating him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berthold Brecht, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Radio as an apparatus for Communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning was the Word. The Word was made Flesh. His word was his bond. He was true to his word... And it is startling to discover that 'the word', whose possession marks man off from the rest of creation, whose employment is the key to his self-knowledge, his relationship with others, and his intellectual, spiritual and material evolution, leads his understanding as far as it can go into the inmost nature of the Trinity. The word plies between heaven and earth, has application to both God and man, and is the sign through which each, in that many-layered expression, gives himself away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Word which is Christ is the most translucent window opening onto the inner nature of God. And the words we use in everyday life are in similar fashion windows through which we know each other. The word is not our only means of communication. But since the dawn of language -- and how awesome and mysterious must that dawn have been -- words have been the most universal, most serviceable and most flexible vehicle of human communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are hard to pin down. Far worse is the damage we human beings inflict upon words by negligence or malice. Words are the coin of mutual trust. When we use them carelessly, twist them out of shape, force them into the service of falsehood and half-truths, we debase that coinage and undermine the trust that keeps society functioning. Christ tells us that he is Truth. It is the Devil who is the father of lies. To be a follower of Christ entails being a servant of the truth; and that service requires that we keep the vehicle of truth, our language, our words, in good repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Harriott, 'Words and the Word', &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Tablet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words and magic were in the beginning one and the same thing, and even today words retain much of their magical power. By words one of us can give to another the greatest happiness or bring about utter despair... Words call forth emotions and are universally the means by which we influence our fellow creatures. Therefore let us not despise the use of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigmund Freud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Hebrew the term debar means both 'word' and 'deed'. Thus to say something is to do something. 'I love you.' 'I hate you.' 'I forgive you .' 'I am afraid.' Who knows what such words do, but whatever it is, it can never be undone. Something that lay hidden in the heart is irrevocably released through speech into time, is given substance and tossed like a stone into the pool of history, where the concentric rings lap out endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are power, essentially the power of creation. By my words I both discover and create who I am. By my words I elicit a word from you. Through our conversation we create one another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God never seems to weary of trying to get himself across. Word after word he tries in search of the right word. When the Creation itself doesn't seem to say it right -- sun, moon, stars, all of it -- he tries flesh and blood... Jesus as the mot juste of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frederick Buechner, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wishful Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R2tNCUpzntI/AAAAAAAABOk/5vtTsShlLcI/s1600-h/TALK+IS+CHEAP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R2tNCUpzntI/AAAAAAAABOk/5vtTsShlLcI/s400/TALK+IS+CHEAP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146291701500059346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lord, give us grace, and give us the spirit of adventure and sacrifice that will transform each of us from being a mere vehicle of words, to becoming living words of life and hope, a word of God to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 Lord, I know that men and women in past ages have heard your word, for it is so true today; it changed their lives and made them feel part of a great purpose. Grant that I may relate the truth of your word in the past, to life today. I pray also to speak to me anew, new things under new conditions, for the sake of him who was the word made flesh and is the eternal word, revealing meaning and truth, even Jesus Christ, my teacher and my Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Appleton, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Journey for a Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lord, never once did you substitute words for actions. You achieved the perfect balance between what you said and what you did. Of all people who ever lived, you are the only one whose actions were the personification of his words. And whose words were the commentary on his actions. You did not shrink from total involvement with individuals in their need, nor even humanity in its suffering and lostness. And the word you brought was yourself. Offering words, even good words, is so often for us a way to avoid offering ourselves. Help us to follow your paths of costly caring and true communication, because it is in the same way as the Father sent you -- the way of incarnation -- that you send us. It frightens us, but we know it is the only way to touch, heal and save others. Lord give us this grace. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R2tNCUpzntI/AAAAAAAABOk/5vtTsShlLcI/s1600-h/TALK+IS+CHEAP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R2tNCUpzntI/AAAAAAAABOk/5vtTsShlLcI/s400/TALK+IS+CHEAP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146291701500059346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Go forth into the world in peace; be of good courage; hold fast that which is good; render to no one evil for evil; strengthen the faint-hearted; support the weak; help the afflicted; honour everyone; love and serve the Lord, rejoicing in the power of the Holy Spirit. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Still Waters, Deep Waters&lt;/span&gt; ed. By Rowland Croucher pp. 269-273&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036538483715266163-6734333683744124052?l=1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6734333683744124052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036538483715266163&amp;postID=6734333683744124052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/6734333683744124052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/6734333683744124052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/2007/12/talk-is-cheap.html' title='TALK IS CHEAP'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R2tNCUpzntI/AAAAAAAABOk/5vtTsShlLcI/s72-c/TALK+IS+CHEAP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163.post-6348914086326793753</id><published>2007-12-15T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T21:58:38.497-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEATH'/><title type='text'>A DREADFUL PROSPECT, A DESIRABLE END</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God is a righteous judge, a God who expresses his wrath every day... He who is pregnant with evil and conceives trouble gives birth to disillusionment. He who digs a hole and scoops it out falls into the pit he has made. The trouble he causes recoils on him; his violence comes down on his own head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though grace is shown to the wicked, they do not learn righteousness; even in a land of uprightness they go on doing evil and regard not the majesty of the Lord. O Lord, your hand is lifted high, and they do not see it. Let them see your zeal for your people and be put to shame; let the fire reserved for your enemies consume them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord... is righteous; he does no wrong. Morning by morning he dispenses his justice, and every new day he does not fail, yet the unrighteous know no shame... 'Therefore wait for me,' declares the Lord, 'for the day I will stand up to testify. I have decided to assemble the nations, to gather the kingdoms and to pour out my wrath on them -- all my fierce anger. The whole world will be consumed by the fire of my jealous anger.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not fear those who kill the body and after that have nothing more they can do. I will warn you whom to fear; fear him who, after he has killed, has authority to cast into hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... our Lord Jesus Christ is revealed from heaven with his mighty angels in blazing fire... he will do justice upon those who refuse to acknowledge God and upon those who will not obey the gospel of our Lord Jesus. They will suffer the punishment of eternal ruin, cut off from the presence of the Lord... Destroyed they shall be, because they did not open their minds to love of the truth, so as to find salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore God puts them under a delusion, which works upon them to believe the lie, so that they may all be brought to judgment, all who do not believe the truth but make sinfulness their deliberate choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... there were loud voices in heaven, which said: 'The kingdom of the world has become the kingdom of our Lord and of his Christ, and he will reign for ever and ever.' And the twenty-four elders, who were seated on their thrones before God, fell on their faces and worshipped God, saying: 'We give thanks to you, Lord God Almighty, who is and who was, because you have taken your great power and have begun to reign. The nations were angry; and your wrath has come. The time has come for judging the dead, and for rewarding your servants the prophets and your saints and those who reverence your name, both small and great -- and for destroying those who destroy the earth.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Psalm 7:11,14-16, NIV; Isaiah 26:10-11, NIV; Zephaniah 3:5,8, NIV; Luke 12:4-5, NEB; 2 Thessalonians 1:7b-9; 2:10b-12, NEB; Revelation 11:15-18, NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R2S92kpznoI/AAAAAAAABN8/3NmDtmzFwfA/s1600-h/HEAVEN+HELL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R2S92kpznoI/AAAAAAAABN8/3NmDtmzFwfA/s400/HEAVEN+HELL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144445419613560450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prospect of a judgment that is final and a condemnation that is irrevocable causes distress to all sensitive persons. The understandable recoil of mind and emotion has led many to ignore or deny these teachings. Yet for those whose knowledge of God and of final reality are derived from divine speaking rather than human speculating, there is no possibility of denying judgment and hell, which are all too clearly attested in the teaching of Jesus and of scripture generally. Moreover, they are not found there as an extraneous or unassimilated extra, but as an integral part of the whole biblical portrayal of the nature of God and of the reality he has made and is making. Seen in this light, some of our distress at the prospect of judgment is a measure of the discrepancy between the biblical revelation of the character of God and our own more sentimental notions. Here, as in so many other things, the revealed reality of God cuts across our preferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet there is a distress at the inevitability of judgment that is both valid and necessary (see, for example, Luke 19:41-44). Such pain is both an index of the momentous, even awesome character of human choice and responsibility and a measure of the horror. of grace spurned and destruction embraced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Bible the certainty of judgment to come evokes joy as well as tears. Most honest readers of the Bible would have to feel dismayed by the way in which some passages rejoice in this prospect. Yet closer inspection shows that the authors are not motivated by the almost ghoulish pleasure at the terrors of judgment that has been evident all too often in Christian history. Rather, their joy is the result of a passionate devotion to the honour of God and a zeal for the triumph of his purposes. His judgment is prayed for and rejoiced in because it means both the vindication of his truth and holiness in the face of all that is false and wicked, and also the renewal and restoration of the creation, eliminating all that is rebellious and fully implementing his righteous rule. They know that the alternative to judgment is a creation which becomes a labyrinth of evil, in which all fixed points are finally obscured by layer upon layer of duplicity or wiped away in the escalating spiral of violence. (Any good spy novel will provide you with a glimpse into such a world.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no light thing, therefore, to pray regularly for the coming of God's kingdom, for to do so is to pray for the execution of final judgment. The believer faces this prospect with tears and yet greets it with joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no light thing, either, to relate daily to persons who are being prepared for glory or who are preparing themselves for destruction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R2S92kpznoI/AAAAAAAABN8/3NmDtmzFwfA/s1600-h/HEAVEN+HELL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R2S92kpznoI/AAAAAAAABN8/3NmDtmzFwfA/s400/HEAVEN+HELL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144445419613560450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only two kinds of people in the end: those who say to God, 'Thy will be done,' and those to whom God says, in the end, 'Thy will be done.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.S. Lewis, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Great Divorce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love of God, with arms extended on a cross, bars the way to hell. But if that love is ignored, rejected and finally refused, there comes a time when love can only weep while man pushes past into the self-chosen alienation which Christ went to the&lt;br /&gt;cross to avert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Green, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Empty Cross of Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell is not like a gaol where prisoners are longing to be free but like a sit-in where the protesters have barricaded themselves in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Silvester, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Arguing with God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The agents of hell disappear, the human, they shrink and dissolve Into dust on the wind, forgotten, unmemorable; only is here &lt;br /&gt;The white flat face of Death, God's silent servant, &lt;br /&gt;And behind the face of Death and Judgment&lt;br /&gt;And behind the Judgment the Void, more horrid than active shapes of hell; &lt;br /&gt;Emptiness, absence, separation from God;&lt;br /&gt;The horror of the effortless journey, to the empty land &lt;br /&gt;Which is no land, only emptiness, absence, the Void, &lt;br /&gt;Where those who were men can no longer turn the mind &lt;br /&gt;To distraction, delusion, escape into dream, pretence, &lt;br /&gt;Where the soul is no longer deceived, for there are no objects,&lt;br /&gt;no tones, &lt;br /&gt;No colours, no forms to distract, to divert the soul&lt;br /&gt;From seeing itself, foully united forever, nothing with nothing, &lt;br /&gt;Not what we call death, but what beyond death is not death,&lt;br /&gt;We fear, we fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.S. Eliot, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Murder in the Cathedral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... God's judgments alone stand between us and a universal tyranny. If the effects of original sin were allowed to work themselves out unchecked, man's inhumanity to man would know no bounds. Such elements of stability, freedom, mercy and goodness we enjoy, we owe to the operation of God's righteous judgments among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.W. Wenham, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Goodness of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven and its happiness are wrongly conceived as immunity from judgment instead of joy in the consummation of judgment in righteousness and holiness for ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.T. Forsyth, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Work of Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.S. Lewis, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Screwtape Proposes a Toast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R2S92kpznoI/AAAAAAAABN8/3NmDtmzFwfA/s1600-h/HEAVEN+HELL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R2S92kpznoI/AAAAAAAABN8/3NmDtmzFwfA/s400/HEAVEN+HELL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144445419613560450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lord, have I over-reacted? Have I been so conscious of the 'so heavenly-minded, no earthly use' danger that I have lived too much as though there were no deadline and destination ahead of us all? You know how hard I have to fight in my work against the 'tyranny of the urgent', seeking to prevent the immediate from crowding out the important. Have 1, in the midst of all this, succumbed to the same tyranny in another way by now allowing the immediate to shape the ultimate ? Have I been so concerned to distance myself from ghastly caricatures of biblical teaching that the reality and finality of judgment have no real place in my working theology? Have I related to individuals only in terms of the day and its needs, and not also in the light of the eternal destiny to which we are moving? I have tried hard not to allow my capacity for compassion and grief to be dulled by constant exposure to news and pictures of human suffering. Have 1, in the midst of all this, allowed my capacity for grief and outrage to be dulled by constant exposure to the human wickedness that slights the honour of your name, spurns your grace, and rebels against your wise and righteous rule? Do I long for the end of physical evil more than I long for the end of moral evil? Lord, you know me. Give me grace to know myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, correct me. Restore the balance and perspective I need, not so that I may pride myself on my neat, orderly theology, but so that I may live in line with your truth, allowing each day to be shaped in the right way by the last Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, renew me. Give me a new sense of awe at the burning purity of your holiness, and a fresh sense of zeal for the honour of your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, use me. Help me to live and serve in a way that alerts people to the reality and finality of the ultimate horizons by which all our lives are bounded. Give me grace, where there is opportunity, to give bold but gracious testimony to the One who rescues us from the coming wrath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R2S92kpznoI/AAAAAAAABN8/3NmDtmzFwfA/s1600-h/HEAVEN+HELL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R2S92kpznoI/AAAAAAAABN8/3NmDtmzFwfA/s400/HEAVEN+HELL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144445419613560450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God himself direct and protect you this day. Approach your work this day in such a way that the last Day will show that you did not run or labour in vain. Approach your decisions this day as someone who is to appear before the judgment seat of Christ. Approach your relationships as one who is dealing with those who will be 'immortal horrors or everlasting splendours'. Above all, approach the throne of grace with awe and with confidence, to receive from the God who is a consuming fire both mercy and grace to help in time of need. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Still Waters, Deep Waters &lt;/span&gt;ed. By Rowland Croucher pp. 251-256&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036538483715266163-6348914086326793753?l=1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6348914086326793753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036538483715266163&amp;postID=6348914086326793753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/6348914086326793753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/6348914086326793753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/2007/12/dreadful-prospect-desirable-end.html' title='A DREADFUL PROSPECT, A DESIRABLE END'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R2S92kpznoI/AAAAAAAABN8/3NmDtmzFwfA/s72-c/HEAVEN+HELL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163.post-4430418442253301447</id><published>2007-12-07T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T21:57:00.549-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOODNESS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAPPINESS'/><title type='text'>CHRIST'S LAW OF LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1oxfvvTxZI/AAAAAAAABN0/AOa9lmh5ySA/s1600-h/STAINED+GLASS+GOODNESS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1oxfvvTxZI/AAAAAAAABN0/AOa9lmh5ySA/s400/STAINED+GLASS+GOODNESS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141476346057442706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;For whoever would save his life, will lose it; and whoever loses his life for my sake and the gospel's will save it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master... I was afraid, and I went and hid your talent in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grain of wheat remains a solitary grain unless it falls into the ground and dies; but if it dies, it bears a rich harvest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do not start worrying: 'Where will my food come from, or my drink, or my clothes? (These are the things the pagans are always concerned about)... Instead, be concerned above everything else with the kingdom of God and with what he requires of you, and he will provide you with all these other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such there is no law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one of you wants to be great, he must be the servant of the rest; and if one of you wants to be first, he must be the slave of all. For when I am weak, then I am strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mark 8:35, RSV; Matthew 25:24-25, RSV; John 12:24, NEB; Matthew 6:31-33, GNB; Galatians 2:20, RSV; Galatians 5:22-23, RSV; Mark 19:43-44, GNB; 2 Corinthians 12:10, RSV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1oxfvvTxZI/AAAAAAAABN0/AOa9lmh5ySA/s1600-h/STAINED+GLASS+GOODNESS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1oxfvvTxZI/AAAAAAAABN0/AOa9lmh5ySA/s400/STAINED+GLASS+GOODNESS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141476346057442706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The various forms of our first Bible sentence (Mark 8:35) occur often enough in the gospels for us to regard it as expressing Jesus' basic law of living. The other sentences group themselves around two aspects of that profound saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The primary meaning is the folly of trying to 'play it safe' in the face of Christ's call to a radical adventure of faith, in which we risk losing what we most want to preserve. Second, there are many things we seek which do not seem to yield to a direct approach, one that is self-defeating. They are, rather, a kind of by-product of something else altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This latter is a principle of very wide application. Its relevance to many human quests is well-known, such as happiness, security, freedom, peace and so on, but its operation in other areas may not be so well recognised. Personal influence, for example. The harder we try to accomplish this, the less we succeed. Few things get our hackles up more quickly than the suspicion that somebody is trying to set us a good example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example is the common quest for ecstatic spiritual experiences for their own sake. This so easily becomes a form of self-indulgence, and is subject to the law of diminishing returns. The truly great moments come unbidden, and are unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cultivation of personal character by means of devotional exercises is another example. Character, in our use of the word, is not really a biblical word at all. Goodness is not the aim, but the result of our dedication to God's will. 'Man's chief end is to glorify God, and enjoy him forever,' and goodness is a by-product of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be a valuable devotional exercise to try to identify other areas where this principle applies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1oxfvvTxZI/AAAAAAAABN0/AOa9lmh5ySA/s1600-h/STAINED+GLASS+GOODNESS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1oxfvvTxZI/AAAAAAAABN0/AOa9lmh5ySA/s400/STAINED+GLASS+GOODNESS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141476346057442706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man, says Jesus, who is always trying to 'save' his life, to ensure security, material, intellectual, spiritual, to keep his personality sheltered from the risks and hardships which are an essential part of the discipline of life, will find at the end that he has lost it: there is nothing there to save, nothing but a handful of dust, the dust of withered opportunities. The man who sees the truth of this eternal law of life... and is therefore ready to take risks, to throw away security and hazard life itself, will find that he has discovered its secret, and entered into the fulfilment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.A. Cockin, in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Christian Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more a man goes out from himself, or goes beyond himself, the more the spiritual dimension of his life is deepened, the more he becomes truly man, the more he grows in likeness to God, who is Spirit. On the other hand, the more he turns inward and loses himself in self-interest, the less human does he become. This is the strange paradox of spiritual being -- that precisely by going out and spending itself, it realises itself. It grows not weaker, but stronger, for it is not a quantifiable thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Macquarrie, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Paths in Spirituality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot emphasise the element of risk too strongly. To embark on a change of milieu, a change of habit, always feels like a 'little death'. Every step forth into a new dimension of life is a kind of dying. It must have been that, quite literally, for birds that lost their forest feeding-grounds, and ventured into the edge of the lake, initiating a habit that was to launch a new species of spoonbill. Certainly ,for us who are so much more conscious of the choices we make and the habits we change, real advance never seems like self-fulfilment, though that is what it is; it is always experienced first of all as self-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John V. Taylor, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Go-Between God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship can only occur when we give ourself to the other, and to offer ourself to someone else is the most risky of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;human endeavours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew M. Greeley, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Friendship Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War knows no power; safe shall be my going, Secretly armed against all death's endeavours; Safe, though all safety's lost, safe where men fall; And if these poor limbs die, safest of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rupert Brooke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True attention is an involuntary self-surrender to the object of attention. The child who is absorbed is utterly relaxed. The adult mind, also, must be unstriving, receptive, expectant, before there can be any creative insight. Again and again this is the state of mind in which new truth dawns. We do not work it out or think it out; rather, we have the sense of waiting for the disclosure of something that is already there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John V. Taylor, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Go-Between God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... truth, like love and sleep, resents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approaches that are too intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W.H. Auden, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;New Year Letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writers on ethics have often spoken of 'the paradox of hedonism' -- the fact that the quest for happiness defeats itself. But they have not so often noticed what I call 'the paradox of moralism' -- the fact that the quest for goodness defeats itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.M. Baillie, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God Was in Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole concern about our own effort, moreover, is hostile to the spirit of peace. The faith which does not rely wholly upon God, but partly on exciting or disciplining its own soul, lives in valetudinarian anxiety about its spiritual health. To be perpetually feeling our own pulse is the surest way to rob ourselves of the self-forgetting vigour in which health is displayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Oman, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Grace and Personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only those who are generous to the limits of self-loss can hope to be channels of the generosity of God. In that crisis the I, the separate self, with its loves and hates, its personal preoccupations, is sacrificed and left behind. And out of this most true and active death to self, the spirit is reborn into the new life: not in some transcendental world, but in this world, among those who love us and those we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn Underhill, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The School of Charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his poem (Song of a Man Who Has Come Through), Lawrence has deliberately used biblical imagery to suggest the mysterious depths of human life: the irresistible wind, the bubbling inner fountain, a knock on the door in the night. We can, if we give ourselves in surrender to God and our fellows, travel fast without movement; reap what we never sowed; be refreshed from the deep fountain welling up from the heart; find our deepest friend in the one who frightens us by coming in out of the night. And all this, provided we do not say to Christ, the Spirit-bearer: 'Ask of me and you will not receive; seek and you will not find; knock and I will not open the door.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter de Rosa, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking and losing life belong together so closely that any one prudently trying to save his life might as well be intent on losing it. But, turned around, the connection between losing one's life and actually saving it breaks apart on the words, 'For my sake and the gospel's.' Whatever else these words may mean, they certainly direct a man's whole intention and attention toward another goal than in the end saving his own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ramsay, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Basic Christian Ethics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1oxfvvTxZI/AAAAAAAABN0/AOa9lmh5ySA/s1600-h/STAINED+GLASS+GOODNESS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1oxfvvTxZI/AAAAAAAABN0/AOa9lmh5ySA/s400/STAINED+GLASS+GOODNESS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141476346057442706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me, Lord, what all this has to do with me, and the service I am trying to render in your world. Am I too much of an activist? Am I trying to take over in areas where you are trying to say to me, 'Move over, and let me be God'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep me from becoming obsessed with what I see as success, and to be more concerned with doing your will as I discover it; and from being too discouraged by what seems to me failure, knowing how ambiguous these two words are in Christian affairs. Save me from the fear of losing what I prize, not realising that by giving it to you I gain and enhance it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me truly to understand the paradox of '1, yet not 1'. l seem to drive myself too much towards certain goals, overlooking the fact that they are the fruits of the surrender of my will to you and your purposes in the world. Help me to understand what is happening when what I want most seems to elude me at every turn, and what I have surrendered comes my way unbidden, and strangely enriched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many of your words seem a little hard to understand, but, if I am to be quite honest, my confusion often arises not from my lack of understanding but from my lack of willingness. Remind me of what I so easily allow myself to forget: that this world is full of situations which call for courage and the taking of risks. Let me know the joy, the 'creative ecstasy' of really losing myself for your sake in some enterprise for the help and liberation of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1oxfvvTxZI/AAAAAAAABN0/AOa9lmh5ySA/s1600-h/STAINED+GLASS+GOODNESS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1oxfvvTxZI/AAAAAAAABN0/AOa9lmh5ySA/s400/STAINED+GLASS+GOODNESS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141476346057442706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;May the grace of Christ uphold you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the love of God enfold you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Holy Spirit guide you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all joy and peace betide you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now and always. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Still Waters, Deep Waters&lt;/span&gt; ed. 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This same Jesus, who has been taken from you into heaven, will come back in the same way you have seen him go into heaven.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be patient, then, brothers, until the Lord's coming. See how the farmer waits for the land to yield its valuable crop and how patient he is for the autumn and spring rains. You too, be patient and stand firm, because the Lord's coming is near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. He is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance. But the day of the Lord will come like a thief. The heavens will disappear with a roar; the elements will be destroyed by fire, and the earth and everything in it will be laid bare. Since everything will be destroyed in this way, what kind of people ought you to be?. You ought to live holy and godly lives as you look forward to the day of God and speed its coming... But in keeping with his promise we are looking forward to a new heaven and a new earth, the home of righteousness. So then, dear friends, since you are looking forward to this, make every effort to be found spotless, blameless and at peace with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends, now we are children of God, and what we will be has not yet been made known. But we know that when he appears, we shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is. Everyone who has this hope in him purifies himself, just as he is pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, dear children, continue in him, so that when he appears we may be confident and unashamed before him at his coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Matthew 24:27; Acts 1:11; James 5:7-8; 2 Peter 3:9-12a and 13-14;&lt;br /&gt;John 3:2-3; 1 John 2:28 -- NIV.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1NgiP9zuLI/AAAAAAAABNk/SS_OdUki1zU/s1600-R/SECOND+COMING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1NgiP9zuLI/AAAAAAAABNk/jr-6KZ4rTDQ/s400/SECOND+COMING.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139557741277460658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world may end tonight or earth could be attacked by aliens. Whatever happens, only one man can save us. Buck Rogers in the 25th Century. 7.30 tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Television Commercial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Margaret Mead, the late anthropologist, has asked the question: 'Are we going to survive?,' She said, 'The major struggle of marriage is not who takes out the garbage. Does it matter who takes it out if we are not going to be here?,' She asks again, 'Are we going to be here?, It is very doubtful. The whole world is in terrible danger. We could go tonight.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray Stedman, from a printed sermon entitled &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Are These the Last Days?&lt;/span&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is God landing in this enemy-occupied world in disguise and starting a sort of secret society to undermine the devil?, Why is he not landing in force, invading it?. Is it that he is not strong enough?, Well, Christians think he is going to land in force; we do not know when. But we can guess why he is delaying. He wants to give us the chance of joining his side freely. I do not suppose you and I would have thought much of a Frenchman who waited till the Allies were marching into Germany and then announced he was on our side. God will invade. But I wonder whether people who ask God to interfere openly and directly in our world quite realise what it will be like when he does. When that happens, it is the end of the world. When the author walks onto the stage, the play is over. God is going to invade, all right: but what is the good of saying you are on his side then, when you see the whole natural universe melting away like a dream and something else something it never entered your head to conceive -- comes crashing in; something so beautiful to some of us and so terrible to others that none of us will have any choice left?, For this time it will be God without disguise; something ,so overwhelming that it will strike either irresistible love or irresistible horror into every creature. It will be too late then to choose your side. There is no use saying you choose to lie down when it has become impossible to stand up. That will not be the time for choosing: it will be the time when we discover which side we really have chosen, whether we realised it before or not. Now, today, this moment, is our chance to choose the right side. God is holding back to give us that chance. It will not last for ever. We must take it or leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.S. Lewis,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Mere Christianity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange to say there are four very evident attitudes manifested in the professing church towards this blessed hope: aggressive hostility, listless apathy, fearful apprehension and loving expectancy. Some hate it; some are totally ignorant of it; some are afraid of it; and some love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth Paxson, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Life on the Highest Plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The centring of the Christian hope on the personal return of the Lord Jesus Christ needs to be underlined. It is possible to become so involved in the intricacies of prophetic fulfilment or with a study of the accompanying events that we can miss the central event... the Christian hope for the future is not a timetable of events. It is not concerned finally with a series of impersonal happenings. Its heart is nothing other than the expectation of the personal appearing of the Lord. If we find our interest in the last things is centred elsewhere than in the Lord himself, then we are already out of step with scripture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Milne, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The End of the World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ocean liner leaves New York bound for Liverpool. Its destination has been determined by proper authorities. Nothing can change it. This is at least a faint picture of sovereignty. On board the liner are several scores of passengers. They are not in chains, neither are their activities determined for them by decree. They are completely free to move about as they will. They eat, sleep, play, lounge about on the deck, read, talk altogether as they please; but all the while the great liner is carrying them steadily onward toward a predetermined port... The mighty liner of God's sovereign design keeps its steady course over the sea of history. God moves undisturbed and unhindered toward the fulfilment of those eternal purposes which he purposed in Jesus Christ before the world began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.W. Tozer, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Knowledge of the Holy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An eleven-year-old boy, engrossed in an adventure book, protested when told to go to bed. He pleaded to no avail that he must find out whether the hero would escape from an impossible situation and would rescue the heroine from the clutches of the villain. Later, with the aid of a flashlight beneath the bedcovers, he read the final chapter of the book. Sure enough, the hero rescued the heroine, and the villain was captured and put in jail. However, because he could not imagine how such a turnabout had happened, he began reading again at the place he had been forced to stop. Each time the villain did something wrong the boy said, 'If you knew what I know, you wouldn't be acting like you are.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery Willis Jr., &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Biblical Basis of Missions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the drama of history is over, Jesus Christ will stand alone on the stage. All the great figures of history, Pharaoh, Alexander the Great, Charlemagne, Churchill, Stalin, Johnson, Mao Tse Tung -- will realise that they have been but actors in a drama produced by another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helmut Thielecke, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Waiting Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. Hudson Taylor, founder of the China Inland Mission wrote: 'Well do I remember the effect when God was pleased to open my heart to the great truth that the Lord Jesus was coming again, and might come at any time. Since he might come any day, it is well to be ready every day. I do not know of any truth that has been a greater blessing to me through life than this.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. Oswald Sanders, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Incomparable Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.G. Barnhouse was once asked what he would do if he knew Christ was returning tomorrow. He replied that he would do what he had planned. He knew he was doing God's will and that's all that mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Unknown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Finish then thy new creation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure and spotless let us be;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us see thy great salvation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly restored in thee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed from glory into glory,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till in heaven we take our place,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we cast our crowns before thee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in wonder, love and praise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Wesley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lift up your heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the coming king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow before him and adore him, sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To his majesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let your praises be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pure and holy, giving glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the king of kings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven L. Fry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;At the name of Jesus every knee shall bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every tongue confess him king of glory now;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis the Father's pleasure we should call him Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who from the beginning was the mighty word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline M. Noel (Philippians 2:10-11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1NgiP9zuLI/AAAAAAAABNk/SS_OdUki1zU/s1600-R/SECOND+COMING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1NgiP9zuLI/AAAAAAAABNk/jr-6KZ4rTDQ/s400/SECOND+COMING.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139557741277460658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thank you, Lord, for the days in which we live. What exciting, what frightening days they are. Thank you for the assurance that you are still in charge, that we do not determine our own destiny nor set our own schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you that you are working out the events of earth according to your own programme and nothing can stay your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for letting me live in these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me to keep sane and sober,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alert and watchful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expectant and hopeful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;labouring while it is still day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the fullness and power of the Spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to accomplish your purposes for a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, the first time you came so quietly;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time there will be shouting and the trumpet of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time you came in poverty and humiliation;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you will come in glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time you came in weakness;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you will come in power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time you came to loneliness;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you will be accompanied by the heavenly hosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a little nervous when I really think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, you're the king and I'm not exactly court material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to be like you, for I shall see you as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore Lord, will you accept the adoration of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the devotion of my life in order that I might always live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for that which is eternal and be found faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you come again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your name, Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1NgiP9zuLI/AAAAAAAABNk/SS_OdUki1zU/s1600-R/SECOND+COMING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1NgiP9zuLI/AAAAAAAABNk/jr-6KZ4rTDQ/s400/SECOND+COMING.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139557741277460658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now may the dying Saviour's love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the risen Saviour's power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ascended Saviour's blessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the returning Saviour's glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the joy and comfort of your hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever.&lt;/span&gt; Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Still Waters, Deep Waters&lt;/span&gt; ed. By Rowland Croucher pp. 204-209&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1NgiP9zuLI/AAAAAAAABNk/SS_OdUki1zU/s1600-R/SECOND+COMING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1NgiP9zuLI/AAAAAAAABNk/jr-6KZ4rTDQ/s400/SECOND+COMING.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139557741277460658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036538483715266163-6013347881889952932?l=1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6013347881889952932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036538483715266163&amp;postID=6013347881889952932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/6013347881889952932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/6013347881889952932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/2007/12/king-is-coming.html' title='THE KING IS COMING'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1NgiP9zuLI/AAAAAAAABNk/jr-6KZ4rTDQ/s72-c/SECOND+COMING.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163.post-1682667626474221034</id><published>2007-12-01T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T17:14:46.735-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SERVICE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WORSHIP'/><title type='text'>AS YOU WORSHIP SO YOU SERVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1IGeT4yiVI/AAAAAAAABLs/RCVy3Baae-4/s1600-R/WORSHIP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1IGeT4yiVI/AAAAAAAABLs/bj6NeSS780A/s400/WORSHIP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139177242587466066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As you worship, so you serve - (Calvin Coolidge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth. Serve the Lord with gladness; come before him with joyful songs. Know that the Lord is God. It is he who made us, and we are his; ... we are his people, the sheep of his pasture. Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name. For the Lord is good and his love endures for ever; his faithfulness continues through all generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless Yahweh, my soul, bless his holy name, all that is in me! Bless Yahweh, my soul, and remember all his kindnesses... Yahweh has fixed his throne in the heavens, his empire is over all. Bless Yahweh, all his angels, heroes mighty to enforce his word, attentive to his word of command. Bless Yahweh all his armies, servants to enforce his will. Bless Yahweh, all his creatures in every part of his empire! Bless Yahweh, my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is faith? Faith gives substance to our hopes, and makes us certain of realities we do not see. It is for their faith that the men of old stand on record. By faith we perceive that the universe was fashioned by the word of God, so that the visible came forth from the invisible. By faith Abel offered a sacrifice greater than Cain's, and through faith his goodness was attested, for his offerings had God's approval; and through faith he continued to speak after his death. By faith Enoch was carried away to another life without passing through death; he was not to be found, because God had taken him. For it is the testimony of Scripture that before he was taken he had pleased God, and without faith it is impossible to please him; for anyone who comes to God must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who search for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Psalm 100, NIV; Psalm 103, 1-2, 21-22, JB, Hebrews 11:1-6, NEB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1IGeT4yiVI/AAAAAAAABLs/RCVy3Baae-4/s1600-R/WORSHIP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1IGeT4yiVI/AAAAAAAABLs/bj6NeSS780A/s400/WORSHIP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139177242587466066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From ancient times people have sought another being before whom to bow in honour. There has been a constant searching for an object to worship. The Bible records many ways in which people have sought their gods. People have made gods of almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christians, basic ideas of worship come from the Jews' traditions of worship. They believed in one supreme being they called Yahweh. So awed were they by this supreme being they would never utter his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jews knew they were before the Almighty when they worshipped. They knew he was aware of exactly what was happening at such times. God was the witness of their worship and upon this historical foundation our present-day worship is laid. If we wish to worship in sincerity and truth, we need to recognise exactly who God is. Once his role is clear, our role becomes clear. If we fail to understand these things, while we may appear to worship we will not be worshipping. For our public worship to be in order, our private worship must be meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1IGeT4yiVI/AAAAAAAABLs/RCVy3Baae-4/s1600-R/WORSHIP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1IGeT4yiVI/AAAAAAAABLs/bj6NeSS780A/s400/WORSHIP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139177242587466066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, in regard to things spiritual, the foolishness of many is this, that they in the secular sense look upon the speaker as an actor, and the listeners as theatregoers who are to pass judgment upon the artist. But the speaker is not the actor -not in the remotest sense. No, the speaker is the prompter. There are no mere theatregoers present, for each listener will be looking into his own heart. The stage is eternity, and the listener, if he is the true listener (and if he is not he is at fault), stands before God during the talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soren Kierkegaard, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Purity of Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In worship we retell and act out a story. The story has to do with what God has done for us and what our response is to his work. It is an enactment of the event that gives meaning and purpose to life. It aligns the believer with the Christ-event and with the community of the faithful throughout history. Therefore when worship is acted out in faith, the believer experiences again the refreshment of his or her relationship to God and spontaneously experiences the joy of salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert E. Webber, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Worship Old and New&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me nothing new: you are not the only one that is troubled with wandering thoughts. Our mind is extremely roving; but as the will is mistress of all our faculties, she must recall them, and carry them to God, as their last end. When the mind, for want of being sufficiently reduced by recollection at our first engaging in devotion, has contracted certain bad habits of wandering and dissipation, they are difficult to overcome, and commonly draw us, even against our wills, to the things of the earth. I believe one remedy for this is to confess our faults, and to humble ourselves before God. I do not advise you to use multiplicity of words in prayer; many words and long discourses being often the occasions of wandering: hold yourself in prayer before God, like a dumb or paralytic beggar at a rich man's gate: let it be your business to keep your mind in the presence of the Lord. Brother Lawrence, The Practice of the Presence of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of complaining that God has hidden himself, you will give him thanks for having revealed himself so fully; and you will give him thanks also for not having revealed himself to proud scholars, who are not worthy to know so holy a God. Two sorts of person know him; those who have a humble heart and love lowliness, whatever their degree of intellect, high or low; and those who have enough understanding to see the truth, whatever objections they may have against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Pascal, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Pensees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great fact of life is the human soul confronting the transcendent holiness of God. No person is ever left alone without God. An individual may try to ignore God but he cannot have peace without him; he may deny or reject him but not without a consciousness of judgment. God claims every creature. Worship is the loving response of the creature to his Creator. There is no sovereign right but God's... Christian worship is God-centred. God took the initiative in worship by creating man for fellowship with himself. As the ground of being, he is the source and sustainer of life. As sovereign ruler, God confronts us. He comes to us as the one worthy of worship, and because he is worthy he stands in judgment over us and makes demands upon us. As we respond in worship God allows us to experience new manifestations of his goodness and his love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franklin M. Segler, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Christian Worship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let us fling wide the doors and windows of our minds and make some attempt to appreciate the 'size' of God. He must not be limited to 'religious' matters or even to the 'religious' interpretation of life. He must not be confined to one particular section of time nor must we imagine him as the local God of this planet or even only of the universe that astronomers have so far 'discovered'. It is not, of course, physical size that we are trying to establish in our minds. (Physical size is not important. By any reasonable scheme of values a human being is of vastly greater worth than a mountain ten million times his physical size.) It is rather to see the immensely broad sweep of the Creator's activity, the astonishing complexity of his mental processes which science laboriously uncovers, the vast sea of what we can only call 'God' in a small corner of which man lives and moves and has his being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.B. Phillips, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Your God is Too Small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1IGeT4yiVI/AAAAAAAABLs/RCVy3Baae-4/s1600-R/WORSHIP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1IGeT4yiVI/AAAAAAAABLs/bj6NeSS780A/s400/WORSHIP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139177242587466066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Most holy God, Maker of heaven and earth, I acknowledge that you alone are worthy of worship. May your Holy Spirit make my worship more meaningful. Lift me out of my selfish ways, lift me up until like Isaiah I see the Lord 'seated on a throne, high and exalted'. Then may I exclaim like Isaiah, 'Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty; the whole earth is full of his glory.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father, help me to keep the focus of my personal worship away from self and on Christ as the one who has revealed God to me and through whom I am able to celebrate your glory. Make me wise in my worship so that I may shun anything which will distract me and turn my thoughts away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1IGeT4yiVI/AAAAAAAABLs/RCVy3Baae-4/s1600-R/WORSHIP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1IGeT4yiVI/AAAAAAAABLs/bj6NeSS780A/s400/WORSHIP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139177242587466066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gracious Father. help me to take with me a sense of your powerful presence, knowing that wherever I go you will be there ahead of me, that whenever I need your strength it will be available to me through the tremendous power of your mighty Spirit and that I can live boldly in your name every moment of the day ahead of me. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Still Waters, Deep Waters&lt;/span&gt; ed. By Rowland Croucher pp. 186-190&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1IGeT4yiVI/AAAAAAAABLs/RCVy3Baae-4/s1600-R/WORSHIP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1IGeT4yiVI/AAAAAAAABLs/bj6NeSS780A/s400/WORSHIP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139177242587466066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036538483715266163-1682667626474221034?l=1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1682667626474221034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036538483715266163&amp;postID=1682667626474221034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/1682667626474221034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/1682667626474221034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/2007/12/as-you-worship-so-you-serve.html' title='AS YOU WORSHIP SO YOU SERVE'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1IGeT4yiVI/AAAAAAAABLs/bj6NeSS780A/s72-c/WORSHIP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163.post-1409359406503962814</id><published>2007-12-01T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T02:49:08.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAITHFULNESS'/><title type='text'>IT IS BETTER TO BE FAITHFUL THAN FAMOUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1E7cD4yiUI/AAAAAAAABLk/Xvjzz9zJ6qk/s1600-R/faithfulness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1E7cD4yiUI/AAAAAAAABLk/TbTVO3YOSIE/s400/faithfulness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138954003072321858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is better to be faithful than famous - (Theodore Roosevelt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Daniel made up his mind not to let himself become ritually unclean by eating the food and drinking the wine of the royal court, so he asked Ashpenaz to help him, and God made Ashpenaz sympathetic to Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego replied to the king, 'O Nebuchadnezzar, we do not need to defend ourselves before you in this matter. If we are thrown into the blazing furnace, the God we serve is able to save us from it, and he will rescue us from your hand, O king. But even if he does not, we want you to know, O king, that we will not serve your gods or worship the image of gold you have set up.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the other supervisors and the governors tried to find something wrong with the way Daniel administered the empire, but they couldn't, because Daniel was reliable and did not do anything wrong or dishonest. They said to one another, 'We are not going to find anything of which to accuse Daniel unless it is something in connection with his religion.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who starts to plough and then keeps looking back is of no use to the kingdom of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be faithful to me, even if it means death, and I will give you life as your prize of victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your conduct among the surrounding peoples in your different countries should always be good and right, so that although they may in the usual way slander you as evildoers, yet when disasters come they may glorify God when they see how well you conduct yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My footsteps have followed dose in him, I have walked in his way without swerving. But I reckon my own life to be worth nothing to me; I only want to complete my mission and finish the work that the Lord Jesus gave me to do, which is to declare the Good News about the grace of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Daniel 1:8-9, GNB; Daniel 3:16-18, NIV; 6:4-5, GNB; Luke 9:62, GNB; Revelation 2:10b, GNB; 1 Peter 2:12, J.B. Phillips; Job 23:11, JOB; Acts 20:24, GNB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1E7cD4yiUI/AAAAAAAABLk/Xvjzz9zJ6qk/s1600-R/faithfulness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1E7cD4yiUI/AAAAAAAABLk/TbTVO3YOSIE/s400/faithfulness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138954003072321858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those Sunday School pictures of Daniel must be wrong. The ones showing a virile, macho 30-year-old in the lion pit. Either they are misleading or my calculations are awry. Or the dates are not meant to dovetail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's assume that Daniel was, at the age of seventeen, a member of the transportation contingent of 605 BC. Then let's assume that the lion pit episode occurred at the beginning of the rule of Cyrus/Darius in 538 BC. That makes Daniel eighty-four! At an age when many of us can no longer walk at all, he is still treading on hot coals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the indications are that he had delivered exceptional service to Babylon. Early promise and outstanding college results led to promotions, responsibility and authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly he combined astute public service with loyal divine service. For seventy years Daniel had been loyal to his real King -- the Lord of Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His courageous faithfulness was part of a well-rounded godly lifestyle: his gracious courtesy, his commitment to solidarity with his friends and to disciplined prayerfulness, his willingness to participate fully in the life of Babylon, his patient caring for Nebuchadnezzar during the king's dark humiliation, his squeaky-clean reputation in civil life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But above all his unswerving loyalty to God placed patriotism, ambition, job security and even his life on the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an inspiration to the hard-pressed Jews during the centuries that followed. What an example today to Christians in public life, in a secular environment or under an alien regime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1E7cD4yiUI/AAAAAAAABLk/Xvjzz9zJ6qk/s1600-R/faithfulness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1E7cD4yiUI/AAAAAAAABLk/TbTVO3YOSIE/s400/faithfulness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138954003072321858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are pilgrim people, a people who have decided never to arrive, a people who live by hope, energised not by what we already possess but by that which is promised: 'Behold, I create new heavens and a new earth.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, it's tiring; and it's tough. Imagination comes harder than memory, and faithfulness is more demanding than success. But so what if we fail? Remember, we are not required to finish the task -- any more than we are allowed to put it aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Sloane Coffin, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Courage to Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will it mean in practice for me to put God first? This much, at least. All the 101 things I have to do each day, and the 101 demands on me which I know I must try to meet, will all be approached as ventures of loving service to him, and I shall do the best I can in everything for his sake -- which attitude, as George Herbert quaintly said, 'makes drudgery divine; who sweeps a room, as for thy laws, makes that and th' action fine.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I shall find that, through the secret work of the Spirit which is known by its effects, my very purpose of pleasing God gives me new energy for all these tasks and relationships, energy which otherwise I could not have had. 'I could not love thee, dear, so much, loved I not honor more,' said the poet. Put 'God' for 'honor', and you have the deepest truth about the Christian's love of his neighbour. Self-absorbed resentments dissolve, the zest for life, happiness in doing things, and love for others all grow great when God comes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.I. Packer, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I Want to be a Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I was going to say I wished we'd never come. But I don't, I don't, I don't. Even if we are killed. I'd rather be killed fighting for Narnia than grow old and stupid at home and perhaps go about in a bath-chair and then die in the end just the same.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Last Battle&lt;/span&gt; by C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are called to follow Christ, we are summoned to an exclusive attachment to his person. The grace of his call bursts all the bonds of legalism. It is a gracious call, a gracious commandment. It transcends the difference between the law and the gospel. Christ calls, the disciple follows; that is grace and commandment in one. 'I will walk at liberty, for I seek thy commandments' (Psalm 119:45).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dietrich Bonhoeffer, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Cost of Discipleship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is helpful to remember that some of God's greatest saints and responsible leaders have not always been clear what to do, and because actions and decisions could no longer be delayed, they have had to move forward in the dark, hardly knowing whether the Lord was with them or not. Both Hudson Taylor and D.E. Hoste had such experiences in their leadership of the China Inland Mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I became involved in increasing responsibilities in Christian service, the less I found myself thinking of guidance and the more of duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Laird, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No Mere Chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was precisely this persistent loyalty to the old ways of Judah, this constant refusal to cut himself loose from 'Jerusalem', this repeated claim that the truth and salvation for the world lay there and nowhere else, that made many powerful people in Babylon hate Daniel. They hated him not merely because he was a foreigner and stranger, not merely because they were jealous of his extraordinary ability, but mainly because, in spite of the fact that he was so impeccably loyal and helpful to Babylon, the whole orientation of his outstanding life tended to point not to Babylon but to Zion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too often he stood simply for what Jerusalem alone stood for. Too clearly his talk and his way of life bore witness to his strange belief that salvation for mankind could come only from the God who had chosen Zion as his dwelling place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronald Wallace, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Lord is King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ has many services to be done; some are easy, others are difficult; some bring honour, others bring reproach; some are suitable to our natural inclinations and temporal interests, others are contrary to both. In some we may please Christ and please ourselves, in others we cannot please Christ except by denying ourselves. Yet the power to do all these things is assuredly given us in Christ, who strengthens us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer my own, but Thine. Put me to what Thou wilt, rank me with whom Thou wilt; put me to doing, put me to suffering; let me be employed for Thee or laid aside for Thee, exalted for Thee or brought low for Thee; let me be full,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is better to be faithful than famous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be empty; let me have all things, let me have nothing; I freely and heartily yield all things to Thy pleasure and disposal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Wesley, from the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Covenant Service of the Methodist Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eighty and six years have I served him, and he hath done me no wrong; how then can 1 blaspheme my king who saved met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishop Polycarp, when urged to 'curse the Christ'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was subsequently burnt at the stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have each day to be faithful for the one short day, and long years and a long life will take care of themselves without the sense of their length or their weight ever being a burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Murray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And believing must lead to obedience. Christians have constantly been in trouble for defying human authorities and challenging consensuses. Peter would not stop evangelising when told to (Acts 4:19f; 5:27ff) and was in and out of prison as a result. Christians risked persecution in the early days by refusing the formalities of Roman state religion, just as latter-day African Christians have courted martyrdom by rejecting tribal rites. Athanasius sentenced himself to exile by standing against the Arian world. Luther jeopardised his life by refusing to recant at Worms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christians today make themselves unpopular by opposing such social realities as the pornography trade and such social conveniences as abortion on demand. These are samples of the costly nonconformity which Christians have practised down the ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they behave so awkwardly? Because standing under God's authority, they are sure that his revelation requires them to act as they do at whatever personal cost. Luther said at Worms, 'My conscience is captive to the Word of God; to go against conscience is neither right nor safe; here I stand, there is nothing else I can do; God help me; amen.' The privilege of knowing God's truth with certainty and precision carries with it the responsibility of obeying that truth with equal precision. Christianity is no armchair faith, but a call to action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.I. Packer, Freedom, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Authority and Scripture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ploughman who looks back is the would-be disciple whose mind is still partly on the life he left to follow Jesus. The work of the kingdom of God requires singleness of purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.F. Bruce, commenting on Luke 9:62 in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Hard Sayings of Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Beloved, it is morn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A redder berry on the thorn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deeper yellow on the corn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this good day new-born:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray, Sweet, for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I may be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faithful to God and thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily Henrietta Hickey, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Beloved, it is Morn'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Who would true valour see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him come hither; One here will constant be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come wind, come weather;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no discouragement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall make him once relent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first avowed intent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a pilgrim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Bunyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You haven't got it right!' says the exasperated piano teacher. Junior is holding his hands the way he's been told. His fingering is unexceptionable. He has memorised the piece perfectly. He has hit all the proper notes with deadly accuracy. But his heart's not in it, only his fingers. What he's playing is a sort of music but nothing that will start voices singing or feet tapping. He has succeeded in boring everybody to death including himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said to his disciples, 'Unless your righteousness exceeds that of the scribes and Pharisees, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven' (Matthew 5:20). The scribes and Pharisees were playing it by the Book. They didn't slip up on a single do or don't. But they were getting it all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righteousness is getting it all right. If you play it the way it's supposed to be played, there shouldn't be a still foot in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frederick Buechner, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wishful Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1E7cD4yiUI/AAAAAAAABLk/Xvjzz9zJ6qk/s1600-R/faithfulness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1E7cD4yiUI/AAAAAAAABLk/TbTVO3YOSIE/s400/faithfulness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138954003072321858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lord, when I place myself in Daniel's shoes I wonder how I would have reacted. Knowing me, I would have rationalised each situation and looked for a 'both/and' rather than the 'either/or' option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the example of Daniel inspiring. It's good to have a hero figure even though I'm not very heroic myself. I feel the let-down of knowing I don't perform consistently as a Christian. When I do manage to stand up or stand firm for you, I end up seeming stand-offish and pompous. That only makes things worse. I begin to feel that lifelong loyalty to you is an impossible dream. How can I ever imagine that I will be able to look back at the end of the journey and feel satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me from being depressed about yesterday’s lapses. Reassure me of your forgiveness and acceptance. Make me wiser today. Help me to see the way through, which will bring honour to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach me that the only step I should be concerned about is the next step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me to wake up each day with a heartfelt gratitude for your many mercies and a deep desire to please you above all others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow courtesy, warmth and gentleness in me so that unnecessary confrontation can be avoided. But, when it's clear that fidelity to you demands a dangerous, unpopular or embarrassing path, help me to tread it with gracious courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1E7cD4yiUI/AAAAAAAABLk/Xvjzz9zJ6qk/s1600-R/faithfulness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1E7cD4yiUI/AAAAAAAABLk/TbTVO3YOSIE/s400/faithfulness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138954003072321858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Go forward in the sure knowledge that such qualities as faithfulness, patience and self-control are gifts of the Holy Spirit. Keep your eyes fixed on Jesus, the author and perfector of our faith. Keep running; do not lose heart Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Still Waters, Deep Waters&lt;/span&gt; ed. 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'Whoever follows me will have the light of life and will never walk in darkness.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has never put it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is light and there is no darkness at all in him. If then, we say that we have fellowship with him, yet at the same time live in the darkness, we are lying both in our words and in our actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever loves his brother lives in the light, and so there is nothing in him that will cause someone else to sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the world's light -- a city on a hill, glowing in the night for all to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was always with me then and gave me light as I walked through the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us then cast off the works of darkness and put on the armour of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Moses went down from Mount Sinai carrying the Ten Commandments, his face was shining because he had been speaking with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Christians... can be mirrors that brightly reflect the glory of the Lord and as the Spirit of the Lord works within us, we become more and more like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(John 8:12, GNB; John 1:5, GNB; 1 John 1:5-6, GNB; 1 John 1:10, GNB; Matthew 5:14, LB; Matthew 5:16, RSV; Job 29:3, GNB; Romans 13:12, RSV; Exodus 34:29, GNB; 2 Corinthians 3:18, LB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0_HCUIHd2I/AAAAAAAABLc/bdN0WhDRcs0/s1600-R/DARKNESS+LIGHT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0_HCUIHd2I/AAAAAAAABLc/70Gpn4H9FWQ/s400/DARKNESS+LIGHT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138544542429443938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one of today's 'civilised' people, I hardly know what it is like to be in the dark. Electricity effortlessly sets my house ablaze with light as bright as the noonday sun, and I take it all so much for granted. Darkness is really a stranger to me, but certainly more friend than foe. I have to imagine the sense of relief a needed light must have brought in the blackness of a moonless night. But even as physical darkness may have retreated to the edge of civilised man's existence, emotional and spiritual darkness has not. They are greater realities than ever in our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0_HCUIHd2I/AAAAAAAABLc/bdN0WhDRcs0/s1600-R/DARKNESS+LIGHT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0_HCUIHd2I/AAAAAAAABLc/70Gpn4H9FWQ/s400/DARKNESS+LIGHT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138544542429443938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My mother bore me in the southern wild,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am black, but O! my soul is white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White as an angel is the English child,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am black, as if bereav'd of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Blake, 'The Little Black Boy', Songs of Innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth, and every common sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me did seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparelled in celestial light,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glory and the freshness of a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not now as it hath been of yore; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn whatsoe'r I may,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By night or day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things which I have seen I now can see no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Wordsworth, 'Ode: Intimations of Immortality'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So weary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart cries out in weariness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to lie here, lie here, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a day, a week, a month, a year, a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for rest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in the blackness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to have to move, think, plan, communicate;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is so busy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is a treadmill,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to have nothing to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying in the blackness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying exhausted in the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul turns Godwards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul turns towards the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I came into men's lives, little one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To heal, restore, to make you whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the light, shining in the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning in the darkness to guide your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path is not a treadmill,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ceaseless, inescapable treadmill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But an exciting, wondrous, upward path,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where shadows and pitfalls are illumined by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you travel with me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make all plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little by little,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I show you the way;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelling in the blackness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rushed into sorrows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pushed into emptiness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your feet are all sore from blindly stumbling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is weary with meaningless rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Travelling with me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a joyous experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your life is not joyful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not travelling by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, travel a mile with me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel the while with me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk with me, talk with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, we will share.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my weariness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was life once meaningless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, how beautiful is life, all through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You soften the ugliness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illumine the loveliness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living is ecstasy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelling with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronwyn Pryor, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Illumination'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is perhaps the most incredible common element in the accounts [of human survival of biological death] I have studied, and is certainly the element which has the most profound effect upon the individual, is the encounter with a very bright light... not one person has expressed any doubt whatsoever that it was a being, a being of light. Not only that, it is a personal being. It has a very definite personality. The love and the warmth which emanate from this being to the dying person are utterly beyond words, and he feels completely surrounded by it and taken up in it, completely at ease and accepted in the presence of this being. He senses an irresistible magnetic attraction to this light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond A. Moody, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Life after Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oldest of all stories about creation tells us that God created light before he created the sun and the earth... It is not impossible at all. For nowadays we know that light is a form of energy and all created things are made of energy... we are therefore made not of solid and impenetrable matter, but of energy... This being so, it is not strange at all that when we establish a closer connection with God in prayer we... receive more abundant life -- an increased flow of energy. We are the electric light bulbs through whom the light of God reaches the world... Knowing then that we are part of God, that his life within us is an active energy... we can speed up the natural healing forces of the body... While love is the wiring that connects our souls with his, faith is the switch that turns on the power... Therefore we need not hesitate to give thanks for each adjustment, however great or small, that we would like his loving care to make in us... 'I rejoice that this moment thy healing light is removing all pain from the spine and filling the back with new vigour and life.' What if we practice this system and fail? Shall we doubt God? Edison did not doubt electricity when his experiments with the light bulb failed. Instead of that, he doubted the wires that he had used... For more than 6,000 times he tried again... If we are sensible, we will not doubt God, we will doubt our world and we will doubt ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes Sanford, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Healing Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment when the blackness seemed darker than ever, I cried out, 'Lord, I don't care what happens or how miserable I am, I thank you for this entire experience. I know you are going to bring something good out of it.' Instantly, the darkness of the hospital room was shattered by a brilliant white light, brighter than the sun. It was as bright as the light I'd seen in a vision several years before... As I lay on my bed in the hospital room, my entire body flooded by that wonderful, brilliant light, I suddenly realised that what had once been a vision, now was a reality. The years I had walked by faith, believing that God was using my pain for good, were years climbing [the ladder of praise] through the cloud of darkness and uncertainty. Without the cloud, I would never have learned to let go of my reliance on my senses and feelings. Now I could wholeheartedly thank God for every circumstance of my life that added to the dark cloud. How else could I have learned to utterly trust in him? How else could I have come to experience this beautiful saturation of light and joy [above the cloud layer]?... There is nothing haphazard about God's plan for our lives. Nothing, absolutely nothing, however strange, inconsistent, or evil it may seem to us, happens without God's specific consent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merlin Carothers, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Power in Praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long as we stay in the light we're safe because Satan cannot endure light and will not come near it. A true incident has become an unforgettable symbol of this for me... On both sides the attraction was intensifying... Mary didn't ask her caller to sit down. She remained standing in the centre of the room bathed in a cone of light from the electrical fixture overhead. As she concentrated on Jesus as represented by that light, she felt herself becoming less aware of John and more aware of the enveloping light of God all around her... Mary did not follow John into the darkness of the adjoining bedroom... As long as she stood in the light, the values she really cared about -- her marriage, the home she and Bill had made together, their children -- would be safe... At last, reluctantly, he left... Mary had found for herself the reality of the 'armour of light'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine Marshall, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Something More&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0_HCUIHd2I/AAAAAAAABLc/bdN0WhDRcs0/s1600-R/DARKNESS+LIGHT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0_HCUIHd2I/AAAAAAAABLc/70Gpn4H9FWQ/s400/DARKNESS+LIGHT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138544542429443938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, light of my life, I praise you and thank you for coming into my being and scattering the darkness of disbelief, doubt and despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your light within has brought such joy, such beauty and such life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at others, help me to see beneath their skin, however 'black' it may appear, to the white purity of their inner soul. And, finding your light there, lay aside all my negative judgments and criticisms over their outward appearance, stance or situation, however different from mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fan your flame within me by the breath of your Holy Spirit, so that it glows ever brighter like a lamp whose wick is turned up. For I would be filled with your light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you permission to turn your searchlight onto all the dark corners within me that I prefer to keep hidden, a secret to myself alone -- past guilts; present self-indulgences; the stunted future expectations I hold for my life. I give you permission to melt my will and make it yours, so that together, we can bring those ghosts out into the light of your love to be transformed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want this far more than I, Lord, so I trust you, that you are doing it, even as I sit here with my eyes upon you. I won't trust my feelings, but rather I trust your promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, Lord, that all the dark days of my life have been part of your perfect plan, to bring me to where I am today. Without them, I would probably be far from desiring your light. So I praise you for them. Bless this day through which I am about to walk. I trust you for guidance and inspiration for today's tasks, for the protection of your armour of light, and pray that you will use me this day to shed your radiance on all I meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0_HCUIHd2I/AAAAAAAABLc/bdN0WhDRcs0/s1600-R/DARKNESS+LIGHT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0_HCUIHd2I/AAAAAAAABLc/70Gpn4H9FWQ/s400/DARKNESS+LIGHT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138544542429443938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blessing of Gods light be upon you as you go, unclouded, into this day. As the light of the sun never ceases to shine for you, neither does the love of God. Relax and enjoy being a reflector, knowing you are being used even as you merely keep turned towards the light. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowland Croucher ed., &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Still Waters Deep Waters&lt;/span&gt;, chapter 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0_HCUIHd2I/AAAAAAAABLc/bdN0WhDRcs0/s1600-R/DARKNESS+LIGHT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0_HCUIHd2I/AAAAAAAABLc/70Gpn4H9FWQ/s400/DARKNESS+LIGHT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138544542429443938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036538483715266163-6042215418531515253?l=1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6042215418531515253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036538483715266163&amp;postID=6042215418531515253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/6042215418531515253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/6042215418531515253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-i-am-black-but-o-my-soul-is-white.html' title='AND I AM BLACK, BUT O MY SOUL IS WHITE'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0_HCUIHd2I/AAAAAAAABLc/70Gpn4H9FWQ/s72-c/DARKNESS+LIGHT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163.post-5265998651911589810</id><published>2007-11-27T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T21:52:17.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEPRESSION'/><title type='text'>ABOUT DEPRESSION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R00Bq0IHd0I/AAAAAAAABLM/TFURH0OwSE0/s1600-h/DEPRESSION.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R00Bq0IHd0I/AAAAAAAABLM/TFURH0OwSE0/s400/DEPRESSION.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137764584958424898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dear Adam... A letter to South Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?... O, my God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer, by night, and am not silent.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I have been allotted months of futility, and nights of misery have been assigned to me. When I lie down I think, "How long before I get up?" The night drags on, and I toss till dawn.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Your words have supported those who stumbled; you have strengthened faltering knees. But now trouble comes to you, and you are discouraged... Should not your piety be your confidence and your blameless ways your hope?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the Lord gives you the bread of adversity and the water of affliction, your teachers will be hidden no more; with your own eyes you will see them... when the Lord binds up the bruises of his people and heals the wounds he inflicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if we are children, then we are heirs... if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Psalm 22:1 and 2; Job 7:3 and 4; Job 4: 4-6; Isaiah 30:20 and 26; Romans 8:17 -- all NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R00Bq0IHd0I/AAAAAAAABLM/TFURH0OwSE0/s1600-h/DEPRESSION.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R00Bq0IHd0I/AAAAAAAABLM/TFURH0OwSE0/s400/DEPRESSION.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137764584958424898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This letter is a reflection on the struggles that both the writer and reader share in being people-helpers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Adam, I feel so strange writing this letter to you, a person I don't know in a situation I know so little about, thousands of miles away. All we have is a mutual caring friend, who asked me to write to you, a mutual profession and a mutual dark night of the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to say as the same words at different times by well-meaning friends have injured or uplifted me, as I have dragged myself through the blackness of depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is sit in the 'dust and ashes' with you, and place my shaking hand on your boil-infested body and quietly share your pain and cry for justice. Words are so inadequate, those around us are threatened by our cries and God seems deaf to our pleas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my own room I have cursed the night as once more, like clockwork, my troubled spirit awakens at 2.00 am. I have lain there tossing, turning, shaking and sweating as wave after wave of fear and despair rolled over me like the fever of malaria. My God, what had I done to deserve this, night after night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The texts on the wall mocked me as they became readable in the growing light: 'Be joyful always...' 'they are new every morning...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to turn my face to the wall and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet 1 am still here, and have found out that I am not the only one like this. In some strange way I can begin to understand a little of what Paul means when he talks about sharing some of the sufferings and comfort of Christ so we can, in turn, comfort those experiencing similar valleys of shadows as we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also gain some strange comfort in knowing that some of the great men and women of the past and of this century have gone through similar expenences. These indude Elijah, David, Job, John of the Cross, Martin Luther, John Wesley, Spurgeon, J.B. Phillips... to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apart from this growing insight, I have few other answers, Adam, to your (our?) many questions. I don't know why, to quote you, God 'has brought together two people on different continents... two people sharing most of the inner distress of walking through a desert blindfolded...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do draw strength from the progress I can read in your letters, faltering as it may be. In your August letter, your feelings of anxiety and depression, the lethargy and lack of energy, your critical spirit were to the fore, while your November letter seemed to indicate some slow but positive re-integration and ability to face others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your January letter seems even to have some sense of excitement about 'the learnings that we are to discover and share with each other.' I hope I can catch that beginning sense of excitement. My feelings still fluctuate so much, yet I feel a little of the vision and energy returning, but for how long? I'm so afraid of being hurt further or of hurting those I love with my black moods and critical spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you are right in thinking that part of the problem lies in our being 'driven people' rather than 'called', to quote Gordon MacDonald. Like you, I have tried to control my goals and direction and have been disappointed and angered by those who didn't live up to my expectations or 'vision'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been 'success-oriented' but, perhaps I have channelled such desires into my Christian life and ministry. Oh, how do I become called rather than driven? I suspect that the 'solutions' lie not only with me, but with the Christian Church as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I'm sure I need to learn how to wait and abide more in Christ; to listen to what he is calling me to. Perhaps this is why I have been forced to slow down. In the meantime, I need to forgive and let go those who have unknowingly hurt me and not close off completely to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to spend more time with people that energise me and less with those who drain me. Gordon MacDonald's book Restoring Your Spiritual Passion has some good things to say about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I think the Church has a lot to account for in the way it hasn't enabled the laity to recognise and follow God's calling for them. Because of this, much of the work is left to the very busy few who, in turn, are resentful of the lack of participation by the majority. This often leads eventually to apathy, depression and 'burnout' in these few workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, thankyou for sharing your thoughts with me; my attempting to reply has helped some things fall into place. Perhaps some of our questions will never be answered this side of heaven. Keep the faith, Shalom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R00Bq0IHd0I/AAAAAAAABLM/TFURH0OwSE0/s1600-h/DEPRESSION.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R00Bq0IHd0I/AAAAAAAABLM/TFURH0OwSE0/s400/DEPRESSION.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137764584958424898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragically, when people who are accustomed to their role as helpers get depressed, they experience more difficulty than the average person in seeking professional help and in making good use of it when they find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John White, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Masks of Melancholy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spurgeon himself was quick to admit that he was not immune to periodic bouts of depression. He said that he knew 'by most painful experience what deep depression means, being visited there-with at seasons by no means few or far between'. He then went on to cite from the biographies of Martin Luther and John Wesley, which are full of reports about their own experiences of depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arch Hart, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Coping With Depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'This evil will come upon us, we know not why, and then it is all the more difficult to drive away. Causeless depression is not to be reasoned with... If those who laugh at such melancholy did but feel the grief of it for one hour, their laughter would be sobered into compassion.' (Charles Spurgeon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H. Norman Wright, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Now I Know Why I Am Depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been plagued by depression, which has often been so excessive that I could neither work nor relate to people... This was so extreme, that I wished to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Girard, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My Weakness: His Strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walter Trobisch, a Christian counsellor, notes that the word for depression in German is schwermut... It means the courage to be heavyhearted, the courage to live with what is difficult. Strange as it may seem, courage is part of depression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I heard an experienced psychiatrist say, 'All people of worth and value have depressions.' Indeed, superficial people seldom have depressions. It requires a certain inner substance and depth of mind to be depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H. Norman Wright, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Now I Know Why I Am Depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression is a symptom which warns us that we're getting into deep water. It is, I believe, designed by God as an emotional reaction to slow us down, to remove us from the race, to pull us back so we can take stock... It is a protective device which removes us from further stress and gives us time to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arch Hart, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Coping with Depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many Christians -- true believers in the Lord Jesus, who are genuinely seeking to follow him -- who, like me, have, for too many years, been desperately lonely, and in great emotional distress, each thinking that he or she is the 'only one' who, as a believer, still struggles and fails so miserably against sin. Baffled by repeated defeat in areas where other Christians seem 'to have the victory', these miserable strugglers are on the point of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Girard, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My Weakness: His Strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is born at the moment when one person says to another, 'What! You too! I thought I was the only one!' (C.S. Lewis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Girard, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My Weakness: His Strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being fairly suddenly deprived of the ability to 'perform', my sense of security and of being useful deserted me and all kinds of nameless terrors swept over me, usually at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vera Phillips &amp; Edwina Robertson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..then we also should have an address book of our special friends... special friends are committed to helping each other discover and maintain spiritual passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gordon MacDonald, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Restoring Your Spiritual Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dear Lord, at times I feel so tired and weary; I have so many questions to ask you, but I don't even have the strength to ask them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me rest a while in your arms and be carried close to your heart. Let me cry and drain out all the pain I carry deep inside me for myself and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, break me if you will, but do not crush me. ...Your Kingdom come, your will be done...! Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R00Bq0IHd0I/AAAAAAAABLM/TFURH0OwSE0/s1600-h/DEPRESSION.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R00Bq0IHd0I/AAAAAAAABLM/TFURH0OwSE0/s400/DEPRESSION.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137764584958424898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Here I am, Lord. Here is my body, Here is my heart, Here is my soul. Grant that I may be big enough to reach the world, Strong enough to carry it, Pure enough to embrace it without wanting to keep it. Grant that I may be a meeting place, but a temporary one; A road that does not end in itself, because everything to be gathered there, everything human, leads towards you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michel Quoist, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Prayers of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowland Croucher ed., &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;High Mountains Deep Valleys&lt;/span&gt;, Albatross/Lion, chapter 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R00Bq0IHd0I/AAAAAAAABLM/TFURH0OwSE0/s1600-h/DEPRESSION.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R00Bq0IHd0I/AAAAAAAABLM/TFURH0OwSE0/s400/DEPRESSION.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137764584958424898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036538483715266163-5265998651911589810?l=1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5265998651911589810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036538483715266163&amp;postID=5265998651911589810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/5265998651911589810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/5265998651911589810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/2007/11/about-depression.html' title='ABOUT DEPRESSION'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R00Bq0IHd0I/AAAAAAAABLM/TFURH0OwSE0/s72-c/DEPRESSION.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163.post-2858574807552278659</id><published>2007-11-26T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T14:42:22.627-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STEERSMAN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GUILDANCE'/><title type='text'>THAT STEERSMAN WE CALL GOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0tLL0IHdzI/AAAAAAAABLE/lguX6Nb1iwA/s1600-h/HELMSMAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0tLL0IHdzI/AAAAAAAABLE/lguX6Nb1iwA/s400/HELMSMAN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137282466289514290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That steersman we call God - (Robert Louis Stevenson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Now when Pharaoh let the people go, God did not guide them by the road towards the Philistines, although that was the shortest; for he said, 'The people may change their minds when they see war before them, and turn back to Egypt.' So God made them go round by way of the wilderness towards the Red Sea; and the fifth generation of Israelites departed from Egypt. Moses took the bones of Joseph with him, because Joseph had exacted an oath from the Israelites: 'Some day,' he said, 'God will show his care for you, and then, as you go, you must take my bones with you.' They set out from Succoth and encamped at Etham on the edge of the wilderness. And all the time the Lord went before them, by day a pillar of cloud to guide them on their journey, by night a pillar of fire to give them light, so that they could travel night and day. The pillar of cloud never left its place in front of the people by day, nor the pillar of fire by night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went into a cave and spent the night. And the word of the Lord came to him, 'What are you doing here, Elijah?' He replied, 'I have been very zealous for the Lord God Almighty. The Israelites have rejected your covenant, broken down your altars, and put your prophets to death with the sword. I am the only one left and now they are trying to kill me too.' The Lord said, 'Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.' Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave. Then a voice came to him, 'What are you doing here, Elijah?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the Spirit of truth comes he will lead you to the complete truth, since he will not be speaking as from himself but will say only what he has learnt; and he will tell you of the things to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Exodus 13:17-22, NEB; 1 Kings 19:9-13, NIV; John 16:13, JB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0tLL0IHdzI/AAAAAAAABLE/lguX6Nb1iwA/s1600-h/HELMSMAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0tLL0IHdzI/AAAAAAAABLE/lguX6Nb1iwA/s400/HELMSMAN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137282466289514290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine Elijah out in the wilderness. See him standing there. He would have felt the powerful elements as God acted. The wind probably whipped his hair around his face, the earthquake would have shaken his very being and the fire seared his face. Certainly enough to shake up the most dismal servant of God who had doubts about God's power to direct a life. These three elements -- wind, earthquake and fire -broadcast the coming of God. This was not the first time he had produced smoke on a mountain in order to direct his people. Exodus 19:16,18 records a similar event. Similarly when David was in distress and called on God, he heard God answering through earthquake and fire (Psalm 18:6-13).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has always supplied signs for people prepared to read them. His presence has continued through the ages. He has never been really away from his people. There are times when God has stepped back; times when people have ignored the guidance of their Creator but we cannot blame him for such times. Ours the rebellion, the stubborn ways, the refusal to accept guidance. When Christ came, he promised to guide his church and he promised his powerful presence when he said with force: 'And surely I will be with you always, to the very end of the age' (Matthew 28:20, NIV). God has given us the scriptures which provide broad principles by which we are to live. He never takes the cloud of his Spirit away from us no matter how much we may fear this could happen. Provided we sincerely desire his will he will always be present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something else to remember. Take one step at a time, even if it's only a small step. Take the next step. Always the next step. Questions may flood your mind but always take the next step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0tLL0IHdzI/AAAAAAAABLE/lguX6Nb1iwA/s1600-h/HELMSMAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0tLL0IHdzI/AAAAAAAABLE/lguX6Nb1iwA/s400/HELMSMAN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137282466289514290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came about like a well-handled ship. There stood at the wheel that steersman whom we call God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is able and willing to guide us far more than the hesitant faith of many of his children has yet made possible. The poverty of our spiritual lives; our unwillingness to put a fence around some definite portion of our day and keep it for him; our unbelief concerning his voice in the soul -- all these have hampered him. It is not denied that with all our blindness he has been able to guide us in some degree. But how much more effectively could he counsel and direct us if faith was really expectant and we listened as well as prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W.E. Sangster, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God Does Guide Us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, our sovereign and immutable Master, openly declares that life is no will o' the wisp encounter with luck. His determined will is being accomplished free of frustration. The plan is comprehensive in scope and complete down to the tiniest detail. And it is all for his glory. Rather than causing us to fear, this truth is designed to put us at ease and calm our anxieties... What should be the Christian's attitude toward the determined will of God? He should recognise it as a reality -- clearly taught in the Word of God. Rest in it as good, because that's what God says about it -- he causes all things to work together for good to those who love him (Romans 8:28). Beyond that, don't worry about it and don't try to figure it out, because his ways are unfathomable (Romans 11:33).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles R. Swindoll, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God's Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an experience which becomes more and more familiar to everyone who is trying to follow Christ -- a feeling of the growing loneliness of his Christian life. It comes from a sense of the peculiarly personal interest which Christ takes in him, which sometimes seems so strong as almost to make him feel that his life is being detached from all the other lives around him, that it is being drawn out of the crowd of humanity, as if an unseen arm linked in his were taking him aside for a nearer intimacy and a deeper and more private fellowship. It is not, indeed, that the great family of God are to be left in the shade for him, or that he is in any way the favourite of heaven; but it is the sanctifying and, in the truest sense, humbling realisation that God makes himself as real to each poor unit as if he were the whole; so that even as in coming to Christ at first he felt himself the only lost, so now in staying with Christ he feels himself the only found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry Drummond, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Will of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, even Jesus did not say, 'I have explained the world.' What he did say was, 'I have overcome the world.' And if we can only trust where we cannot see, walking in the light we have, which is often very much like hanging on in the dark; if we do faithfully that which we see to be the will of God in the circumstances which evil thrusts upon us, we can rest our minds in the assurance that circumstances which God allows, reacted to in faith and trust and courage, can never defeat purposes which God ultimately wills. So doing, we shall wrestle from life something big and splendid. We shall find peace in our own hearts. We shall achieve integration in our own minds. We shall be able to serve our fellows with courage and joy, and then one day -- for this has been promised -- we shall look up into his face and understand. Now we see in a mirror, darkly. But then, face to face. Frankly, hard though it be to say so, it is a lack of faith not to be able to bear the thought of anything which God allows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie D. Weatherhead, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Will of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0tLL0IHdzI/AAAAAAAABLE/lguX6Nb1iwA/s1600-h/HELMSMAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0tLL0IHdzI/AAAAAAAABLE/lguX6Nb1iwA/s400/HELMSMAN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137282466289514290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Father, forgive my doubting your power to guide me whatever the circumstances. Help me to trust you even through the darkest night when it seems from my viewpoint that all hope is gone. Give me the faith to conquer my fears and faith to hold on when there is only what seems to me a slender hope that you will see my plight. Listen to my prayer and guide me in the way I should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving Lord, help me to believe that you know all about my life from start to finish and that you are fully prepared to lead me step by step, day by day along the path of your choosing. Give me l pray the wisdom to choose your way and to keep walking in your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great God of wonders, lift me out of myself, I pray, to the lofty heights of belief so that I may soar like an eagle high above my cares and anxiety, confidently knowing you are able to show me how to deal with the barriers I put up that prevent me finding your will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0tLL0IHdzI/AAAAAAAABLE/lguX6Nb1iwA/s1600-h/HELMSMAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0tLL0IHdzI/AAAAAAAABLE/lguX6Nb1iwA/s400/HELMSMAN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137282466289514290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lord God, help me to leave this topic of guidance with a far greater confidence than I started when I began reading this meditation. Through your grace, send me on my way confident in your guiding power. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Still Waters, Deep Waters&lt;/span&gt; ed. By Rowland Croucher pp. 168-172&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0tLL0IHdzI/AAAAAAAABLE/lguX6Nb1iwA/s1600-h/HELMSMAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0tLL0IHdzI/AAAAAAAABLE/lguX6Nb1iwA/s400/HELMSMAN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137282466289514290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036538483715266163-2858574807552278659?l=1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2858574807552278659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036538483715266163&amp;postID=2858574807552278659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/2858574807552278659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/2858574807552278659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/2007/11/that-steersman-we-call-god.html' title='THAT STEERSMAN WE CALL GOD'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0tLL0IHdzI/AAAAAAAABLE/lguX6Nb1iwA/s72-c/HELMSMAN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163.post-4291689087344625988</id><published>2007-11-25T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:59:51.915-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VOYAGING'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JOURNEY'/><title type='text'>NOT FARE WELL, BUT FARE FORWARD, VOYAGERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0pt1kIHdyI/AAAAAAAABK8/vtW-Kyajz3U/s1600-h/sailing+ship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0pt1kIHdyI/AAAAAAAABK8/vtW-Kyajz3U/s400/sailing+ship.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137039091967686434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not fare well, But fare forward, voyagers&lt;/span&gt; - (T.S. Eliot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Lord said to Abram, 'Leave your native land, your relatives, and your father's home, and go to a country which I am going to show you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham believed God, and it was reckoned to him as righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord said to Moses, 'Leave this place, you and the people you have brought out of Egypt, and go to the land that I promised to give Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob and to their descendants.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'...be sure that you do everything that the Lord your God has commanded you... so that everything will go well with you and so that you will continue to live in the land that you are going to occupy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord will keep your going out and your coming in: from this time forth and for evermore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives me new strength. He guides me in the right paths, as he has promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examine me, O God, and know my mind; test me and discover my thoughts. Find out if there is any evil in me and guide me in the everlasting way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Whoever does not take up his cross and follow in my steps is not fit to be my disciple.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... the younger son gathered all he had and took his journey into a far country, and there he squandered his property in loose living ...when he came to himself he said... 'I will arise and go to my father...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That very day two of them were going to a village... Jesus himself drew near and went with them... he went in to stay with them... And their eyes were opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said, 'I am the way, and the truth, and the life.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Genesis 12:1, GNB, Romans 4:3, RSV; Exodus 33:1, GNB; Deuteronomy 5:32-33, GNB; Psalm 121:8, RSV; Psalm 23:3, GNB; Psalm 139:23-24, GNB; Matthew 10:38, GNB; Luke 15:13,17-18, RSV; Luke 24:13,15,29,31, RSV; John 14:6, RSV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0pt1kIHdyI/AAAAAAAABK8/vtW-Kyajz3U/s1600-h/sailing+ship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0pt1kIHdyI/AAAAAAAABK8/vtW-Kyajz3U/s400/sailing+ship.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137039091967686434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cheshire-Puss,' [Alice] began, rather timidly... 'Would you tell me please which way I ought to go from here?.' 'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat. 'I don't much care where... ', said Alice. 'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lewis Carroll, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it does matter which way we go, whom we encounter, how open we are to the experience of God along the way. The prodigal son's journey took him astray, until, in dire straits, he 'came to his senses' (Luke 15:13ff). The two men on the road to Emmaus (Luke 24:13ff) had an experience, but could have missed the meaning: their journey was a spiritual search as much as a walk to Emmaus, as Jesus encountered them, conversed with them, encouraged them, recalled for them God's larger story, and patiently waited for them to come to their own understanding. Then at that liminal, fantastic moment of the breaking of bread together, the two 'came to see' Jesus for who he was, and were impelled to witness to what they now knew to be true -- Christ was risen indeed! A powerful allegory for those whose soundings are in Christian waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Journey' is a common metaphor for living, but purpose and destination is implied. In the life-long pilgrimage which is the spiritual life, there is no 'holy moment' isolated from the rest, but growth and struggle, dark times and bright, sorrows and joys. It is a journey in which God is loving us toward wholeness, seeking to overcome the disunity within and between us. It calls for growing self-discernment and discipline of lifestyle, for a covenantal relationship with God and a self-giving relationship with neighbour. It is not a journey we can undertake alone, but rather only within a worshipping, serving, reflective and healing community. At base, we can assert that the creative spiritual journey is really just growing in faith -- all else is so much commentary in the rhythms of brokenness and reconciliation, judgment and grace, death and resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, 'like the development of a child's drawings, faith becomes progressively more detailed and connected in form and force, and more fluent and free in its execution' (Jerome W. Berryman).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the thirteenth century the Franciscan, Bonaventure, wrote The soul's journey into God in which he identified three stages of the journey: the rectification of one's fallen state, the exercise of the gifts of the Holy Spirit, and the affective union with God characterised by joy and repose. He saw the crucified Christ as the beginning, means, and final consummation of the journey. In this century, psycho-analyst Carl Jung's concept of 'individuation' has helped some understand the process of bringing consciousness and the unconscious into a working relationship. In Jung's understanding of this life-long process, the 'first half of life is given over to differentiating and bringing into consciousness the problems of life that come to the fore at that time: the sex drive and the power drive... The second half of life then involves the task of reintegration (recognising as an aspect of the self) that which we had not chosen' (Wallace B. Clift). Somewhere in the overlap between Bonaventure’s mystical union in love, and Jung's union of opposites in the psyche, lies the largely uncharted territory of your and my growth in the faith, our profound moments of encounter with the divine, and the joy of knowing that God calls us to fully tap the resources of the Spirit in even the most mundane experiences of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent popular writings on the 'mid-life crisis' point us to pilgrimages as old as the Aeneid and the Odyssey: the one pointing life in a new direction, the other affirming in a new way one's original calling. Outer journeys can express or create the context for the real, interior journey. Alternatively, the urge to fresh goals and deeper meaning can be subordinated to contentment with past achievements. Whenever and however the krisis comes, it is a true time of judgment, a God-given opening to be seized with courage, entered in faith, and pursued with passion. But beware the dragon that sits by the side of the road, lest he devour you -- 'we go to the Father of Souls, but it is necessary to pass by the dragon' (St Cyril of Jerusalem).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0pt1kIHdyI/AAAAAAAABK8/vtW-Kyajz3U/s1600-h/sailing+ship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0pt1kIHdyI/AAAAAAAABK8/vtW-Kyajz3U/s400/sailing+ship.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137039091967686434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am a part of all that I have met;&lt;br /&gt;Yet all experience is an arch where-thro'&lt;br /&gt;Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades&lt;br /&gt;For ever and for ever when I move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dull it is to pause, to make an end,&lt;br /&gt;To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred, Lord Tennyson, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ulysses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We shall not cease from exploration&lt;br /&gt;And the end of all our exploring&lt;br /&gt;Will be to arrive where we started&lt;br /&gt;And know the place for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.S. Eliot, 'Little Gidding', &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Four Quartets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Does the road wind up-hill all the way?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, to the very end.&lt;br /&gt;Will the day's journey take the whole long day?&lt;br /&gt;From morn to night, my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina Georgina Rossetti, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Uphill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote Carl Jung, '... we cannot live the afternoon of life according to the programme of life's morning: for what in the morning was true will at evening have become a lie. A person in the second half of life... no longer needs to educate his conscious will, but experience his own inner being.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted in Jacobi and Hull, editors, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Psychological Reflections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where am I now? Is this the love and care&lt;br /&gt;Of Jesus for the men that pilgrims are?&lt;br /&gt;Thus to provide that I should be forgiven!&lt;br /&gt;And dwell already the next door to heaven!&lt;br /&gt;There's no discouragement&lt;br /&gt;Shall make him once relent&lt;br /&gt;His first avowed intent&lt;br /&gt;To be a pilgrim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows he at the end&lt;br /&gt;Shall life inherit...&lt;br /&gt;He'll labour night and day&lt;br /&gt;To be a pilgrim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Bunyan, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pilgrim's Progress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –&lt;br /&gt;I took the one less travelled by,&lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Frost, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The road not taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thy way, not mine, O Lord,&lt;br /&gt;However dark it&lt;br /&gt;Lead me by Thine own hand,&lt;br /&gt;Choose out the path for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horatius Bonar, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thy way, not mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lead, kindly light, amid the encircling gloom;&lt;br /&gt;lead thou me on.&lt;br /&gt;The night is dark, and I am far from home;&lt;br /&gt;lead thou me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see&lt;br /&gt;The distant scene -- one step enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou&lt;br /&gt;Should'st lead me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved to choose and see my path; but now&lt;br /&gt;lead thou me on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Henry Newman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall walk with thee through the valley, and thou shalt fear no shadow. Hold to My promises. They are given to thee as a chart is given to ship, and a compass to the hunter. Thou mayest set Thy course by My promises. They will lead thee and guide thee in places where there is no trodden path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frances J. Roberts, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Come Away My Beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Keep my mind open to the newness of your gospel.&lt;br /&gt;Keep me always growing to maturity, growing into union&lt;br /&gt;with you.&lt;br /&gt;Keep me from ever thinking that I am there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Old and new' (Mark 2:21-22) Rex Chapman, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A kind of Praying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0pt1kIHdyI/AAAAAAAABK8/vtW-Kyajz3U/s1600-h/sailing+ship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0pt1kIHdyI/AAAAAAAABK8/vtW-Kyajz3U/s400/sailing+ship.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137039091967686434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lord God, I thank you for the call to journey with you through this introduction to life eternal. I thank you for the familiar territory Il have already traversed; for the more taxing climb beyond the plains into the spiritual foothills; for the timely strength to make my way through the undergrowth of personal and family cares, across the deep valleys of national conflicts, and up the increasingly steep and rock-strewn mountainsides of international un-peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for those you chose to accompany me on this expedition -- some I would not have picked myself, but you knew in advance what personal resources and strength of character, what skills and perceptions would be needed, and Il marvel at some of the special companions you've recruited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day, Lord, has its routines and its challenges. It is refreshing-exhausting work toiling into your mountains, at times precarious, at times frustratingly slow, at times exhilarating as I catch a glimpse of panoramic views of the soul's route between distant peaks. At critical points your engineers have come to my aid, and constructed bridges across a valley, formed rough tracks around a peak or across some marshy area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There is always the day's march to be done, new challenges in the new day, the temptation of reverting to a familiar, safe route, and the impetus to try a new one -- however hesitantly. I realise even now how much you've kept up the supplies; what I find on the path meets my daily necessities for sustenance and abundantly so. I've been amazed too, Lord, at the coherence of my company: different individuals, we find a common bond of purpose, interdependence, trust and love, despite our seeming diversity. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it is with a sense of excitement and anticipation that I set off each day, wondering what this day will bring, what new vistas and challenges. There may well be bruises and scrapes, an occasional fail, but a sense of purpose and shared adventure can then break-in and pervade our journey together. The new range of peaks beyond call us on; what could have frustrated us as a barrier seems to have a magnetism to draw us further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is enough in each day to reward us, yet a sense that the journey has barely begun; so much more lies ahead - higher ranges, new companions on the way, others whose paths touch for a time then diverge... Thank you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, who are the Way, show me your way. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0pt1kIHdyI/AAAAAAAABK8/vtW-Kyajz3U/s1600-h/sailing+ship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0pt1kIHdyI/AAAAAAAABK8/vtW-Kyajz3U/s400/sailing+ship.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137039091967686434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the God who created this wonderful world, with its myriad paths and challenging crossroads, grant you his firm direction. May the Son, who brings light to the darkest valley, heal your hurts and share your burdens. May the Holy Spirit, who has always breathed life and hope where there is chaos and despair, renew you in soul and spirit for the day to come. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Still Waters, Deep Waters&lt;/span&gt; ed. By Rowland Croucher pp. 161-167&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0pt1kIHdyI/AAAAAAAABK8/vtW-Kyajz3U/s1600-h/sailing+ship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0pt1kIHdyI/AAAAAAAABK8/vtW-Kyajz3U/s400/sailing+ship.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137039091967686434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036538483715266163-4291689087344625988?l=1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4291689087344625988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036538483715266163&amp;postID=4291689087344625988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/4291689087344625988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/4291689087344625988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/2007/11/not-fare-well-but-fare-forward-voyagers.html' title='NOT FARE WELL, BUT FARE FORWARD, VOYAGERS'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0pt1kIHdyI/AAAAAAAABK8/vtW-Kyajz3U/s72-c/sailing+ship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163.post-4355263783245920388</id><published>2007-11-25T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T01:31:43.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TROUBLE'/><title type='text'>LIFE'S LOOSE ENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0lAW0IHdxI/AAAAAAAABK0/546n4esffGg/s1600-h/LOOSE+ENDS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0lAW0IHdxI/AAAAAAAABK0/546n4esffGg/s400/LOOSE+ENDS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136707610686748434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'How long are you going to keep us in suspense? Tell us the plain truth: are you the Messiah?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tell us, 'they asked Jesus, 'are you the one John said was going to come, or should we expect someone else?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice... 'My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we see only puzzling reflections in a mirror, but then we shall see face to face. My knowledge now is partial; then it will be made whole, like God's knowledge of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I do not know if he is a sinner or not,' the man replied. 'One thing I do know: I was blind and now I see.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you want us to go and pull up the weeds?' they asked him. 'No,' he answered, 'because as you gather the weeds you might pull up some of the wheat along with them. Let the wheat and the weeds both grow together until harvest.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet many things to say to you, but you cannot bear them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, how long must I call for help before you listen, before you save us from violence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still rebel and complain against God... How I wish I knew where to find him, and knew how to go where he is. I would state my case before him and present all the arguments in my favour. I want to know what he would say and how he would answer me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(John 10:24, GNB; Matthew 11:3, GNB; Matthew 27:46, RSV; 1 Corinthians 13:12, NEB; John 9:25, GNB; Matthew 13:28-29, GNB; John 16:12, RSV; Habakkuk 1:2, GNB; Job 23:1-5, GNB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0lAW0IHdxI/AAAAAAAABK0/546n4esffGg/s1600-h/LOOSE+ENDS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0lAW0IHdxI/AAAAAAAABK0/546n4esffGg/s400/LOOSE+ENDS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136707610686748434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all live in a world of loose ends. It seems that God is not very tidy, any more than nature is neat and tidy. He leaves us with many questions unanswered, and they are the deep and important questions. It is perhaps one of the sure signs that we have left infancy and childhood behind that we not only recognise but are also grateful that this is so. This is part of our growth as persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something in most of us that would like to have everything tied up in neat parcels, and tucked away in appropriate pigeon-holes, so that these matters no longer perplex us, or compel us to think about them any more. But this is not how God works. How comforting and safe it would be if we were always told what to do, particularly in the field of ethics, but God does not absolve us from the responsibilities of the freedom he has given us, compelling us to make our own decisions, and live by faith rather than sight. There is no infallible guidance for fallible men and women which will ensure that we always know the right course to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would seem clear from a reading of the gospels that our hankering for plain, straightforward and authoritative answers to our religious questions and perplexities would not commend itself to Jesus. He sometimes declined to give any such simple and direct answer. Instead he referred people to his teaching as a whole, to his whole attitude and manner of life, and then sent the question down again to the court of their own judgment for a verdict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not that we are reduced to struggling through life on a balance of probabilities. Chesterton reminded us that the only virtue of having an open mind is that, like an open mouth, you can close it on something. We come as close to the certainty we crave as we are ever likely to do at the point of our commitment to Christ, when we can say, 'One thing I know: I was blind and I can see -- however dimly,' and trust him for the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0lAW0IHdxI/AAAAAAAABK0/546n4esffGg/s1600-h/LOOSE+ENDS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0lAW0IHdxI/AAAAAAAABK0/546n4esffGg/s400/LOOSE+ENDS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136707610686748434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man has an inveterate habit of what I should call a premature tidiness. He is a little previous, strapping up the luggage of his mind before he has everything in, summing up and pronouncing judgment before he has heard all the evidence, dabbing on labels without noting the contents of the parcels. We classify too hurriedly; it saves the bother of tedious discrimination -- tares, wheat, sheep, goats, those who are right, those who are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.E. Whitham, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Pastures of His Presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent years the magnificent pine trees in Kensington Park... have been dying. Experts say there can be little doubt that this is due to the misdirected tidiness of the gardeners, who swept up the old dead pine-needles and left the roots without natural comfort and protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old newspaper cutting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never get things too clear. Religion can't be clear. In this mixed-up life there is always an element of unclearness... If I could understand religion as I understand that two and two make four, it would not be worth understanding. Religion can't be clear if it is worth having. To me, if I can see things through, I get uneasy -- I feel it's a fake, I know I have left something out, I've made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baron von Hugel, in Introduction to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Letters from Baron Friedrick von Hugel to a Niece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I went to the theatre&lt;br /&gt;With the author of a successful play.&lt;br /&gt;He insisted on explaining everything;&lt;br /&gt;Told me what to watch;&lt;br /&gt;The details of directions,&lt;br /&gt;The errors of the property man,&lt;br /&gt;The foibles of the star.&lt;br /&gt;He anticipated all my surprises&lt;br /&gt;And ruined the evening.&lt;br /&gt;Never again! And mark you,&lt;br /&gt;The greatest author of all&lt;br /&gt;Made no such mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Morley,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; No Coaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coherency is God's gift; he gives it freely but it can only be received by those who preserve an untidiness of mind. The tidy mind is not the truthful mind; the utterance that leaves no room for doubt or place for question is the fruit of a mind that is full of unwarranted conclusions. To think truly, and to speak and act truthfully... a minister of the Word must deliberately preserve an untidy mind. This untidiness of mind will irritate him; he will often be weary of living in what seems a mental muddle... Generally his respite consists in the realisation that to bear the burden of this muddle is the true way of preserving real knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.E.C. Browne, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Ministry of the Word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all that seems to make nonsense of the world, all the irrationalities and defeats, the waste, the sheer negation and futility which makes life seem like a tale told by an idiot, are concentrated in the cross of Christ. That was utter, irrational meaninglessness, the apparent denial of any faith in God, any confidence in truth or goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no use asking, What sense does it-make?. The whole point is, surely, that Jesus made sense of it, working negatively and non-meaning into the ultimate pattern of God's purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.R. Barry, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Asking the Right Questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job never found an answer to the problem of unmerited suffering. The problem remained insoluble, but in it he met God. That is where man always meets God. That is where man most frequently meets his fellows. For he is so constituted that he needs problems more than solutions. His soul thrives on questions, but grows sickly on answers -- especially answers served up by others and, most of all, answers laid down by authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John V. Taylor, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Go-Between God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we are confronted by a crossroads, whenever we are in doubt, whenever our mind sees two alternatives, instead of saying, 'Oh God, make me blind, Oh God, help me not to see, Oh God, give me loyalty to what I now know to be untrue,' we should say, 'God is casting a ray of light which is a ray of reality on something I have outgrown -- the smallness of my original vision. I have come to a point where I can see more and deeper, thanks be to God.' That is not perplexity, it is not bewilderment, it is not the anguished doubt of the believer who hides his head and hopes that he will be able to revert to the age of eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metropolitan Anthony, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God and Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be acknowledged that this is an ambiguous world. If atheism is improbable there are times when theism does not seem very probable either. In the face of suffering, waste, and apparent aimlessness it is hard to have faith in God... and obviously it is harder for some people than for others... Although I have said that theism is the more reasonable of the two beliefs, I do not think the arguments have ever been conclusive; by its very nature faith falls short of certitude and has its own vulnerability. The world remains ambiguous, and it is part of what it means to be a finite creature that we have to take our stand in this world and decide for faith or against it, without knowing in advance the answers to all our questions. Only in the end, the Christian believes, will faith be changed to sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Macquarrie, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God and Secularity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not in a rigid and static universe, but one that is dynamic and growing; the important thing is not to have correct information about God' but to be susceptible to God's spirit, to be growingly aware of his pressures upon our life... we are travellers, always on the road, and rejoicing to be on the road, for there, as on the Emmaus Road, Christ reveals himself, not in absolute information, but in the burning heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W.B.J. Martin, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Five Minutes to Twelve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To these questions (the ambiguities of life) only two answers are possible. The first is, 'I do not know', and the second 'I believe’. God is ambiguous even in his Son. He is so concerned that we should love light rather than darkness that he creates a world in which the two are not to be distinguished, save by the fact that one is light, and the other is darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.L. Allen, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thou Must Venture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can do worse than remember a principle which both gives us a firm Rock and leaves us the maximum flexibility for our minds. The principle: Hold to Christ, and for the rest be totally uncommitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herbert Butterfield, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Christianity and History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0lAW0IHdxI/AAAAAAAABK0/546n4esffGg/s1600-h/LOOSE+ENDS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0lAW0IHdxI/AAAAAAAABK0/546n4esffGg/s400/LOOSE+ENDS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136707610686748434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thank you, Lord, for the times when I sought a clear word from you and received it. Help me to thank you even more for the times when I did not. Help me to understand what you are saying to me when you are silent. Help me especially, if I am something of a perfectionist who likes to have everything neat and tidy, to accept that this does not seem to be the way you work. Let me remember always, with a wholesome check on my dogmatism, that there is a wide sweep to your purposes that defies my little calculations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me the courage to act on my own insights, without needing to be told what to do, and not to pretend to certainties I do not have. Above all, make me sure of Jesus, who passed this way before me and made sense of it all. And when I crave for more light on the way I travel, let me be honest enough to ask myself if I am true to the light I already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me more patient and understanding with those people who keep asking, 'Why?' Forgive me because I often try to fit people into neat categories, hang precise labels on them, and dismiss those who don't readily fit into my little scheme of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the opportunities you give me to grow according to the gracious design you have for my life, and for the assurance that one day I shall truly see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0lAW0IHdxI/AAAAAAAABK0/546n4esffGg/s1600-h/LOOSE+ENDS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0lAW0IHdxI/AAAAAAAABK0/546n4esffGg/s400/LOOSE+ENDS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136707610686748434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the God of peace, who brought back from the dead that great shepherd of the sheep, our Lord Jesus, by the blood of the everlasting agreement, equip you thoroughly for the doing of his will! May he effect in you everything that pleases him, through Jesus Christ, to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still Waters, Deep Waters&lt;/span&gt; ed. By Rowland Croucher pp. 155-160&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0lAW0IHdxI/AAAAAAAABK0/546n4esffGg/s1600-h/LOOSE+ENDS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0lAW0IHdxI/AAAAAAAABK0/546n4esffGg/s400/LOOSE+ENDS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136707610686748434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036538483715266163-4355263783245920388?l=1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4355263783245920388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036538483715266163&amp;postID=4355263783245920388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/4355263783245920388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/4355263783245920388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/2007/11/lifes-loose-ends.html' title='LIFE&apos;S LOOSE ENDS'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0lAW0IHdxI/AAAAAAAABK0/546n4esffGg/s72-c/LOOSE+ENDS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163.post-1256494919647648447</id><published>2007-11-22T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T01:10:58.310-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VICTORY'/><title type='text'>V DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0VHBUIHdwI/AAAAAAAABKs/DH4WP2MD7OU/s1600-h/EAGLE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0VHBUIHdwI/AAAAAAAABKs/DH4WP2MD7OU/s400/EAGLE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135589037994112770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Stand up to the devil and he will turn and run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The victory is ours... he makes it ours by our Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord saves not with sword and spear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we live in the world it is no worldly warfare that we are waging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear not, and be not dismayed... for the battle is not yours but God's... you will not need to fight in this battle; take your position, stand still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will go up and fight, just as the Lord our God commanded us... And the Lord said... 'Do not go up or fight, for I am not in the midst of you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aim at righteousness, godliness, faith, love, steadfastness, gentleness. Fight the good fight of the faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... be strong -- not in yourselves but in the Lord... Put on God's complete armour so that you can successfully resist all the devil's methods of attack... we are up against... spiritual agents from the very headquarters of evil... Take your stand then with truth... righteousness... peace... salvation... the Word of God... faith... Pray at all times with every kind of spiritual prayer, keeping alert and persistent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(James 4:7, NEB; 1 Corinthians 15:57, Moffat; 1 Samuel 17:47, RSV; 2 Corinthians 10:3, Weymouth; 2 Chronicles 20:15-17, RSV; Deuteronomy 1:41-42, RSV; 1 Timothy 6:21-12, RSV; Ephesians 6:10-18, Phillips)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0VHBUIHdwI/AAAAAAAABKs/DH4WP2MD7OU/s1600-h/EAGLE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0VHBUIHdwI/AAAAAAAABKs/DH4WP2MD7OU/s400/EAGLE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135589037994112770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In earthly warfare, both sides normally know when the battle was engaged, when it was over, what it was about, and who won. In Christian experience none of these aspects may be clear to us. Satan's cleverest strategy is deceit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deceit about the existence of warfare, so we don't actually expect life to be lived under battle conditions, day in and day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deceit about the onset of each skirmish, to keep us unaware until long after battle has been engaged, and much ground has already been lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deceit about the duration of each skirmish. If we don't resist Satan he won't leave us and flee. The order of events is clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deceit about what constitutes victory. Unless I know what each side is aiming at in the battle how will I be able to work out who has won and when the victory took place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deceit about Satan's strategy. Frontal attack is not his style. Look out for something sneaky! He prefers poison to gelignite, debilitating to dynamiting. His greatest success in any given day is to make me just feel 'down' and out-of-sorts, burdened by life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deceit about our armoury. God never sends us half-armed into battle -- we ourselves launch in ill-equipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deceit about our location in the battle, and therefore about our degree of participation in it. If we think of ourselves as the battleground or battle spoils we will see ourselves in a passive location, with God and Satan fighting on us or over us. If we see ourselves as participants but are worried we may get in God's way, we will keep well back and take little or no initiative. Our real location is to be out in front, with God beside us! No known wrong -- in our own situation, in any situation for which we have direct responsibility, or even in any other situation within accessible range -- is to be left unchallenged. Correct assessment of wrong should always be followed by a strong initiative to bring about change, sometimes by frontal attack but always by some deliberate strategy suited to the sensitivity of the situation. To 'pray about it and leave it to God' can be an unbiblical cop-out. Prayer is not an alternative to battle action: it accompanies battle action. We are to pray and watch at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0VHBUIHdwI/AAAAAAAABKs/DH4WP2MD7OU/s1600-h/EAGLE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0VHBUIHdwI/AAAAAAAABKs/DH4WP2MD7OU/s400/EAGLE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135589037994112770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And everybody praised the Duke&lt;br /&gt;Who this great fight did win&lt;br /&gt;'But what good came of it at last?'&lt;br /&gt;Quoth little Peterkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why that I cannot tell,' said he&lt;br /&gt;'But 'twas a famous victory...&lt;br /&gt;... But what they fought each other for&lt;br /&gt;I could not well make out.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Southey, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Battle of Blenheim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the German soldiers went into World War I, most of them shared the popular belief in a nice God who would make everything turn out for the best. Actually, everything worked out for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Tillich, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Boundaries of Our Being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But sometimes virtue starves, while vice is fed.' What then? Is the reward of virtue bread?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Pope, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Essay on Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'... something else in him had died, something that he had long desired should perish. Was it not what he had once wished to destroy during his ardent years of asceticism? Was it not his Self, his small, fearful and proud Self, with which he had wrestled for so many years, but which had always conquered him again, which appeared each time again and again, which robbed him of happiness and filled him with fear?... Too much knowledge had hindered him; too many holy verses, too many sacrificial rites, too much mortification of the flesh, too much doing and striving. He had been full of arrogance; he had always been the cleverest, the most eager -always a step ahead of the others, always the learned and intellectual one, always the priest or the sage. His Self had crawled into his priesthood, into his arrogance, into his intellectuality. It sat there tightly and grew, while he thought he was destroying it by fasting and penitence.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herman Hesse, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Siddhartha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If the immediate and direct purpose of our life is not suffering then our existence is the most ill-adapted to its purpose in the world: for it is absurd to suppose that the endless affliction of which the world is everywhere full, and which arises out of the need and distress pertaining essentially to life, should be purposeless and purely accidental. Each individual misfortune, to be sure, seems an exceptional occurrence; but misfortune in general is the rule.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schopenhauer, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;On the Suffering of the World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'... this, at least, may be maintained, that we do not always find visible happiness in proportion to visible virtue... All that virtue can afford is quietness of conscience, a steady prospect of a happier state; this may enable us to endure calamity with patience; but remember that patience must suppose pain.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Johnson, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rasselas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It need not surprise us that as an image to convey the nature of Christian living, the Holy Spirit uses that of warfare. No image could be more apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John White, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...subject to all manner of tribulations, to troublesome circumstances beyond number, which make us uneven in health, moods and disposition of heart and of behaviour; in a word, people whom God desires to bring low by countless trials and travail as much within as without. We must without doubt believe that it is to our advantage, that it is pleasing to God to sacrifice us to himself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother Lawrence, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Practice of the Presence of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers... In our last conflict four of his five wits went halting off, and now is the whole man governed by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Much Ado About Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E'en victors are by victories undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epistle to John Dryden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more such victory, and we are lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyrrhus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Christians are so self-confident that they think they can manage by themselves without the Lord's strength and armour. Others are so self-distrustful that they imagine they have nothing to contribute to their victory in spiritual warfare. Both are mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Stott, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God's New Society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Much-Afraid,' said the two guides, stooping over her and shaking her by the shoulder gently but firmly. 'Much-Afraid, you know where your help lies. Call for help.' She clung to them and sobbed again. 'I am afraid to call,' she gasped. 'I am so afraid that if I call him, he will tell me that I must go that way, that dreadful, dreadful way, and I can't. It's impossible. I can't face it. Oh, what shall I do? Whatever shall I do?.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Hurnard, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hinds Feet on High Places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hebrew words for 'salvation' are readily translated 'victory'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.F. Bruce, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If the people who run the show are so clever and so powerful, why don't they find something to suit their public?. All this poppycock about growing harder so that the grass doesn't hurt our feet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.S. Lewis, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Great Divorce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;From subtle love of softening things,&lt;br /&gt;From easy choices, weakenings,&lt;br /&gt;Not thus are spirits fortified,&lt;br /&gt;Not this way went the Crucified,&lt;br /&gt;From all that dims Thy Calvary, O Lamb of God, deliver me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Carmichael of Dohnavur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0VHBUIHdwI/AAAAAAAABKs/DH4WP2MD7OU/s1600-h/EAGLE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0VHBUIHdwI/AAAAAAAABKs/DH4WP2MD7OU/s400/EAGLE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135589037994112770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For yours, Lord, is the kingdom and the power and the glory for ever and ever. I thank you for accepting me into that kingdom and for making me heir to its privileges. Thank you for entrusting me with its keys and for giving me your power to war against the principalities and powers of evil, to bind them, and to loose situations and people in bondage to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you that no testing I encounter during the course of today will be beyond your power. Armour me with discernment and the will to win. Help me to be patient in suffering and even to rejoice in it, so long as my own stupidity has not brought it upon me. Keep before me a vision of victory -- the victory of the cross -- and help me to see each day’s events from its perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for understanding my frailties, the fluctuations of my faith and my utter foolishness in so much that I do. Help me to develop your strength, constancy and wisdom, so that I may grow up into you in all things and be conformed to your image and likeness. May you be satisfied with the travail of your soul for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0VHBUIHdwI/AAAAAAAABKs/DH4WP2MD7OU/s1600-h/EAGLE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R0VHBUIHdwI/AAAAAAAABKs/DH4WP2MD7OU/s400/EAGLE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135589037994112770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bless the Lord! Blessing and honour and glory and might be his for ever and ever. And now be assured of his blessing -- his abundant blessing -- on all that you seek to do and to be for him. You are his personal investment: he holds you secure in his mighty hand, and he will keep you secure until eternity. You are part of that great multitude that will one day stand before the throne, having come out of great tribulation. God himself will wipe away every tear from your eyes and your crying and pain will be no more. He will shelter you with his presence, and you will rest in his love. So work together with him for good -- a peculiar good for a peculiar people -- and may the blessing of a loving Father, an understanding Saviour, and the empowering of the Holy Spirit, be with you now and every day. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still Waters, Deep Waters&lt;/span&gt; ed. 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S. Lewis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'I will turn their mourning into gladness; I will give them comfort and joy instead of sorrow. I will satisfy the priests with abundance, and my people will be filled with my bounty,' declares the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field. When a man found it, he hid it again, and then in his joy went and sold all he had and bought that field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burst into songs of joy together, you ruins of Jerusalem, for the Lord has comforted his people, he has redeemed Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seventy-two returned with joy and said, 'Lord, even the demons submit to us in your name.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things I remember as I pour out my soul: how I used to go with the multitude, leading the procession to the house of God, with shouts of joy and thanksgiving among the festive throng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we thank God enough for you in return for all the joy we have in the presence of our God because of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me... Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your words came, I ate them; they were my joy and my heart's delight, for I bear your name, O Lord God Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you obey my commands, you will remain in my love, just as I have obeyed my Father's commands and remain in his love. I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete. My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who sow in tears will reap with songs of joy. He who goes out weeping, carrying seed to sow, will return with songs of joy, carrying sheaves with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfector of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jeremiah 31:13-14; Matthew 13:44; Isaiah 52:9; Luke 10:17; Psalm 42:4; 1 Thessalonians 3:9; Psalm 51:10 and 12; Jeremiah 15:16; John 15:10-12; Psalm 126:5-6; James 1:2-4; Hebrews 12:2 -- all NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rz6q4kIHdvI/AAAAAAAABKk/IfcG8jrPsew/s1600-h/SURPRISED+BY+JOY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rz6q4kIHdvI/AAAAAAAABKk/IfcG8jrPsew/s400/SURPRISED+BY+JOY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133728513996060402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True joy is a rare experience, it seems. We humans are more prone to think in terms of happiness or pleasure than we are of joy, and those who do cast joy a glance often find it illusory or transient. One sceptic, Stanislaw Lec, has cautioned: 'When you jump for joy, beware that no one moves the ground from beneath your feet !' However, joy, the joy that is one of the fruits of the Spirit, is meant to have a central place in the Christian life, enriching not only our own lives but also those around us. As James Packer has said: 'Joy is like jam, you know: it sticks to you as you try to spread it!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is easy to be joyful. When our daily needs have been amply supplied, when the relationship of family and friends is sweet, when we have seen God working for us and through us, we can fairly readily identify with the psalmist who testified: 'You have made known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence' (Psalm 16:11 NIV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, sadly, the experience of joy becomes routine and predictable, hardly distinguishable from ordinary human happiness. Perhaps that is because we focus on the joys of life rather than on the Joy of life; or perhaps it is because we are looking for joy in the wrong places. We have forgotten that, in God's way of doing things, the path to joy is often through obedience and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sometimes we are surprised by joy! For joy appears when and where we are not expecting it. When our hearts have been moved to confess sin and our lives have been cleansed and renewed; when our ears have listened to God's word and our wills have been set to obey his commands; when we allow his love to flow through us to others -- then we are promised that our joy will be complete. When our hearts are broken by sorrow or persecution; when our faith is stretched to the limit; when our cross is more than we can bear -- then we are offered pure joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness turns up more or less where you'd expect it to -- a good marriage, a rewarding job, a pleasant vacation. Joy, on the other hand, is as notoriously unpredictable as the one who bequeaths it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frederick Buechner, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wishful Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm happy when ev'rything happens to please,&lt;br /&gt;But happiness comes and goes;&lt;br /&gt;While the heart that is stayed on Jesus the Saviour&lt;br /&gt;Ever with joy o'erflows;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness happens, but joy abides,&lt;br /&gt;In the heart that is stayed on Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen Howarth Lemmuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different, then, from pleasure and happiness, joy is that abiding beatitude, that deep-down exuberance which comes from God through his Spirit by faith in his Son. Joy is thus supernatural in its source and essence, a foretaste of the face to face communion with God that will be rapture for ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernon C. Grounds, in an article entitled &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Soar with the Eagles, Sing with the Angels'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True joy is the earnest which we have of heaven, it is the treasure of the soul, and therefore should be laid in a safe place, and nothing of this world is safe to place it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Donne, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sermons&lt;/span&gt;, No.28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, of course, is not one big picnic. Something has happened, however, to take the trials and troubles of life and turn their little rivulets of sorrow and sadness into a great stream of gladness and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That stream comes not from mere religion, but from Christ, the Saviour of the world. You might say that life was not very good to Christ... Life spat in his face and hung him up to die. Life, however, could not lick Christ. Already ticketed for death, the condemned man entered the city without pretension as a conquering hero. Preparing for death, he organised a victory banquet. His last conversation with the men who had left all to follow him, their hearts now heavy with premonition and apprehension, included this ringing declaration: 'These things have I spoken unto you that my joy might remain in you and that your joy might be full...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oswald C.J. Hoffmann, in a sermon entitled &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'In the Reality of Joy'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy, not grit, is the hallmark of holy obedience. We need to be lighthearted in what we do to avoid taking ourselves too seriously. It is a cheerful revolt against self and pride. Our work is jubilant, carefree, merry. Utter abandonment to God is done freely and with celebration. And so I urge you to enjoy this ministry of self-surrender. Don't push too hard. Hold this work lightly, joyfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saints throughout the ages have witnessed to this reality... You know, of course, that they are not speaking of a silly, superficial, bubbly kind of joy like that flaunted in modern society. No, this is a deep, resonant joy that has been shaped and tempered by the fires of suffering and sorrow - joy through the cross, joy because of the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Foster, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Freedom of Simplicity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The fruit of the Spirit is joy,' Paul said. Joy is a by-product of possessing the Spirit and being possessed by the Spirit. It is the conscious possession of power adequate enough to carry us through every trial, every situation, and it will remain ours to the end... In this life, we shall never be free of sorrow. But, then, we shall never be free of joy. And joy is the dominant note. We are in touch with a power that dries all tears, lifts all burdens, satisfies all needs. Our lives are hidden with God in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John N. Gladstone, in a sermon entitled &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Weeping and Whistling'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how are we to learn to rejoice in the Lord always? Answer: First, by understanding what the ingredients of Christian joy are, and second (take a deep breath) by choosing it. How does one choose joy? By choosing to practice the art of Christian thinking. By choosing to dwell, over and over, on this fourfold awareness from which the joy flows. Yes, he loves me and accepts me. Yes, my circumstances are sent by God for my good. Yes, I have something supremely worth having: the knowledge of my Saviour. Yes, I am doing something supremely worth doing, in seeking every opportunity to share Jesus Christ with others. As one thinks these things over, joy wells up spontaneously. You choose joy by choosing to think on these things. That is the secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.I. Packer, in a sermon entitled &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Joy'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An orange tree cannot bear fruit in total independence. Sunshine, rain, and soil must play a part if oranges are to be brought forth. So it is with ourselves and joy. We may crave joy and fiercely will to be joyful. But as psychologist Abraham Maslow put it: 'You cannot seek ecstatic moments directly; you must be surprised by joy.' And in saying that, Maslow is endorsing Paul's teaching that joy is a fruit. We cannot directly produce it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can, however, cooperate with the fruit-producing forces, and at the same time we can eliminate anything that might blight productivity. An orange-grower prunes his trees, fertilises and waters them, fights insects by spraying, and sometimes, when frost threatens, puts out smudge-pots. Having done his human best, he waits for forces outside himself to produce the desired fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernon C. Grounds, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Soar with the Eagles, Sing with the Angels'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rz6q4kIHdvI/AAAAAAAABKk/IfcG8jrPsew/s1600-h/SURPRISED+BY+JOY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rz6q4kIHdvI/AAAAAAAABKk/IfcG8jrPsew/s400/SURPRISED+BY+JOY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133728513996060402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;O Joy that seekest me through pain,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot close my heart to Thee:&lt;br /&gt;I trace the rainbow through the rain,&lt;br /&gt;And feel the promise is not vain,&lt;br /&gt;That morn shall tearless be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Matheson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You must help me to understand and to believe, O God, that while the feelings of your nearness may dim or diminish, the fact of your presence is forever secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always near,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are with me and you will go before me even amidst the tragedies and dark crises that clutter my course through life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, O Lord, for surprising me with joy. May it refresh and recharge my life and my faith in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May it result in a deeper dedication to your purposes, and bring some joy to the lives of others who cross my path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of Jesus Christ my Lord. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie F. Brandt, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Book of Christian Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rz6q4kIHdvI/AAAAAAAABKk/IfcG8jrPsew/s1600-h/SURPRISED+BY+JOY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rz6q4kIHdvI/AAAAAAAABKk/IfcG8jrPsew/s400/SURPRISED+BY+JOY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133728513996060402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;May our God, in whose presence alone is fullness of joy, be so real to us in all the varying circumstances of life, that we can be confident, however dark the night, that joy will come in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May our Lord Jesus Christ, who, for the joy that was set before him, endured the cross, teach us to pray in his name, that, asking, we will receive, and our joy will be full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may the Holy Spirit, through whose power the fruit of joy grows in our lives, give us such motivation and strength to be obedient and faithful servants that we will constantly be surprised by joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Still Waters, Deep Waters&lt;/span&gt; ed. By Rowland Croucher pp. 140-145&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rz6q4kIHdvI/AAAAAAAABKk/IfcG8jrPsew/s1600-h/SURPRISED+BY+JOY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rz6q4kIHdvI/AAAAAAAABKk/IfcG8jrPsew/s400/SURPRISED+BY+JOY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133728513996060402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036538483715266163-279019339400033096?l=1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/feeds/279019339400033096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036538483715266163&amp;postID=279019339400033096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/279019339400033096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/279019339400033096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/2007/11/surprised-by-joy.html' title='SURPRISED BY JOY'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rz6q4kIHdvI/AAAAAAAABKk/IfcG8jrPsew/s72-c/SURPRISED+BY+JOY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163.post-3432803380254075920</id><published>2007-11-15T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T00:46:35.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUNNING WITH ANGELS' LAUGHTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rz1YJ0IHduI/AAAAAAAABKc/0zoDG3mje1s/s1600-h/SAINTS+STAINED+GLASS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rz1YJ0IHduI/AAAAAAAABKc/0zoDG3mje1s/s400/SAINTS+STAINED+GLASS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133356075906987746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Running with angels' laughter&lt;/span&gt; - (John Hazelwood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There is no condemnation for those who are united with Christ Jesus, because in Christ Jesus the life-giving law of the Spirit has set you free from the law of sin and death. I am convinced that there is nothing in death or life, in the realm of spirits or superhuman powers, in the world as it is or the world as it shall be, in the forces of the universe, in heights or depths -- nothing in all creation that can separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak to one another in psalms, hymns and songs; sing and make music in your hearts to the Lord; and in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ give thanks every day for everything to our God and Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about anything, but in all your prayers ask God for what you need, always asking him with a thankful heart. And God's peace, which is far beyond human understanding, will keep your hearts and minds safe in union with Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord, my soul! All my being, praise his holy name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord, my soul, And do not forget how kind he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He forgives all my sins and heals all my diseases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Romans 8:1, 38-39, NEB; Ephesians 5:18-20, NEB; Philippians 4:6-7, GNB; Psalm 103:1-3, GNB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rz1YJ0IHduI/AAAAAAAABKc/0zoDG3mje1s/s1600-h/SAINTS+STAINED+GLASS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rz1YJ0IHduI/AAAAAAAABKc/0zoDG3mje1s/s400/SAINTS+STAINED+GLASS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133356075906987746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thirteenth of October 1982 was the tenth anniversary of a plane crash in the Andes with forty-five people aboard. Seventeen died immediately. Twelve died in the following days. Seventy days after the crash, sixteen young men who survived were rescued. Twenty-nine-year-old Uruguayan Gustavo Zerbino said on the tenth anniversary: 'The mountains drastically changed our scale of values. I am in society and must be concerned about economic realities. But I try to emphasise the spiritual and human part of life. We lit fires with money in the Andes. Money may help attain goals, but it isn't a goal in itself.' Fernando Parrado, thirty-two, whose mother died in the crash and whose sister agonised for five days in his arms before dying said, 'I'm no preacher. I don't go around telling people to enjoy what they have while they have it, but that is what we learned.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two men are not speaking with the same breadth as Paul in his letters but there is a hint of angels' laughter in their approach to life. The shadows of the crash, the deaths, the cold still hang over them. But they are not defeated by the memories nor absorbed by what they now have. They are like Paul in this, that they know the reality of God, as if he were standing astride everything, bearing them up in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rz1YJ0IHduI/AAAAAAAABKc/0zoDG3mje1s/s1600-h/SAINTS+STAINED+GLASS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rz1YJ0IHduI/AAAAAAAABKc/0zoDG3mje1s/s400/SAINTS+STAINED+GLASS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133356075906987746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my purposes I take it that the Caroline Divines are clergymen or bishops of the Church of England who lived, taught and suffered through the years of the reign of James I and Charles I up to 1650... Saints have a resiliency that runs with angels' laughter over the machinations of other men's greed, pride and polity. These saints, enshrined where they are in the dangerous minefields of Stuart and Puritan civil strife and Roman Catholic threat, hold hands with the saints of the fourteenth century in that they see the relationship of God with men shining through the natural world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Hazelwood, from the chapter, 'The Spirituality of the Caroline Divines' in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anglican Spirituality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hurrah for those who never invented anything;&lt;br /&gt;Hurrah for those who never explored anything;&lt;br /&gt;Hurrah for those who never conquered anything;&lt;br /&gt;But who, in awe, gave themselves up to the essence of things,&lt;br /&gt;Ignorant of the shell, but seized by the rhythm of things&lt;br /&gt;Not intent on conquest, but playing the part of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the Caribbean poet Aime Ceasaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the standpoint of the Christian faith, the potential of the world for beauty and squalor, for wonder and terror, for many shades and varieties of meaning, is an authentic potential -- as authentic as the potential of radio waves to become sounds. Beauty and squalor and other varieties of meaning are not merely projected upon the world by man's imagination; for the Creator himself has given to the world not only power of being but also power of meaning, not only existence but meaningful existence. So man, in perceiving meaning in the world, perceives what is really there. He sees -- no doubt in a distorted or limited way -- what God sees: at least he sees the dimension -- the dimension of meaning -which God sees. He becomes a point at which God's perception of the world is, as it were, caught in a tiny mirror and projected back to God; so that, if a flight of imagination may be permitted, God sees before him not only the world which he has made in all its depth of meaning but also myriads of points at which something of that depth of meaning is received by human consciousness and reflected back to him. God creates a world which includes among its infinite variety of wonders this culminating wonder -- that there are points within it at which, in the consciousness of men, its wonders are received and recognised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W.H. Vanstone, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Stature of Waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some were bearded but no one in that company struck me as being of any particular age. One gets glimpses, even in our country, of that which is ageless -- heavy thought in the face of an infant, and frolic childhood in that of a very old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.S. Lewis, in a description of heaven in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Great Divorce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The spring blew trumpets of colour,&lt;br /&gt;Her green sang in my brain,&lt;br /&gt;I heard a blind man groping&lt;br /&gt;tap-tap with his cane.&lt;br /&gt;I pitied him his blindness&lt;br /&gt;but can I say I see?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps there walks close by a&lt;br /&gt;spirit that pities me.&lt;br /&gt;A spirit that sees me tapping the&lt;br /&gt;five-sensed cane of time;&lt;br /&gt;Amid such unguess'd glories&lt;br /&gt;that I am worse than blind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Kemp, 'Blind' in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Great Poems of the English Language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let then our first act every morning be to make the following resolve for the day: 'I shall not fear anyone on earth. I shall fear only God. I shall not bear ill-will towards anyone. I shall not submit to injustice from anyone. I shall conquer untruth by truth and in resisting untruth, I shall put up with all suffering.' Mahatma Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the bus boycott in Montgomery, Alabama, we set up a voluntary car pool to get the people to and from their jobs. For eleven months our car pool functioned extraordinarily well. Then Mayor Gayle introduced a resolution instructing the city's legal department to file such proceedings as it might deem proper to stop the operation of the car pool or any transportation system growing out of the bus boycott. A hearing was set for Tuesday, November 13, 1956.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our regular weekly mass meeting, scheduled the night before the hearing, I had the responsibility of warning the people that the car pool would probably be enjoined...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the evening came, I mustered sufficient courage to tell them the truth. I tried, however, to conclude on a note of hope. 'We have moved all of these months,' I said, 'in the daring faith that God is with us in our struggle. The many experiences of days gone by have vindicated that faith in a marvellous way. Tonight we must believe that a way will be made out of no way...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Next day] in anxiety and hope, I read these words in the court release: 'The United States Supreme Court today unanimously ruled bus segregation unconstitutional in Montgomery, Alabama.' My heart throbbed with an inexpressible joy. The darkest hour of our struggle had become the first hour of victory. Someone shouted from the back of the courtroom: 'God Almighty has spoken from Washington!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Luther King, in a sermon &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'A Knock at Midnight'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rz1YJ0IHduI/AAAAAAAABKc/0zoDG3mje1s/s1600-h/SAINTS+STAINED+GLASS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rz1YJ0IHduI/AAAAAAAABKc/0zoDG3mje1s/s400/SAINTS+STAINED+GLASS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133356075906987746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prayer of the Goldfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;O God, forever I turn in this hard crystal,&lt;br /&gt;so transparent, yet I can find no way out.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, deliver me from the cramp of this water&lt;br /&gt;and these terrifying things I see through it.&lt;br /&gt;Put me back in the play of your torrents, in your limpid springs.&lt;br /&gt;Let me no longer be a little goldfish&lt;br /&gt;in its prison of glass, but a living spark&lt;br /&gt;in the gentleness of your reeds. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmen Bernos de Gasztold, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Prayers of the Ark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Father, I thank you that Jesus never lost his bright hopefulness even when everything was at its darkest. I remember how he held to you when the devil tempted him in the wilderness, how he cared for children when the disciples impatiently dismissed them, and how he endured the cross because of the joy that was set before him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, help me to live joyfully when today's Pharisaic attitudes threaten to make me doubt your love for all things great and small. Show me how to run with angels' laughter over all arrogance, bigotry, meanness and manipulation -- in myself and in others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rz1YJ0IHduI/AAAAAAAABKc/0zoDG3mje1s/s1600-h/SAINTS+STAINED+GLASS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rz1YJ0IHduI/AAAAAAAABKc/0zoDG3mje1s/s400/SAINTS+STAINED+GLASS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133356075906987746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Lord be within you to strengthen you; over and around you to ward off your spiritual foes on every side; under you to hold you up in your goings; behind you to guard you from the assaults of the past; before you to lead you on. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Still Waters, Deep Waters&lt;/span&gt; ed. By Rowland Croucher pp. 135-139&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rz1YJ0IHduI/AAAAAAAABKc/0zoDG3mje1s/s1600-h/SAINTS+STAINED+GLASS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rz1YJ0IHduI/AAAAAAAABKc/0zoDG3mje1s/s400/SAINTS+STAINED+GLASS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133356075906987746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036538483715266163-3432803380254075920?l=1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/feeds/3432803380254075920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036538483715266163&amp;postID=3432803380254075920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/3432803380254075920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/3432803380254075920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/2007/11/running-with-angels-laughter.html' title='RUNNING WITH ANGELS&apos; LAUGHTER'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rz1YJ0IHduI/AAAAAAAABKc/0zoDG3mje1s/s72-c/SAINTS+STAINED+GLASS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163.post-8021897064158663617</id><published>2007-11-13T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T21:29:14.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HOPE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABANDONMENT'/><title type='text'>HOPE IN TIME OF ABANDONMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RzqGyvz5zaI/AAAAAAAABKM/BU2ZqBqSP2k/s1600-h/HOPE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RzqGyvz5zaI/AAAAAAAABKM/BU2ZqBqSP2k/s400/HOPE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132562931727846818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hope in time of abandonment - (Jaques Ellul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What, then, can I hope for, Lord? I put my hope in you. For God alone my soul waits in silence, for my hope is from him. O God of our salvation, who art the hope of all the ends of the earth. Don't stay so far away, O God; my God, hurry to my aid! May those who attack me be defeated and destroyed. May those who try to hurt me be shamed and disgraced. I will always put my hope in you; I will praise you more and more. I will tell of your goodness; all day long I will speak of your salvation, though it is more than I can understand. Remember my affliction and my bitterness, the wormwood and the gall! My soul continually thinks of it and is bowed down within me. But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is thy faithfulness. 'The Lord is my portion,' says my soul, 'therefore I will hope in him.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when God desired to show more convincingly to the heirs of the promise the unchangeable character of his purpose, he interposed with an oath, so that through two unchangeable things, in which it is impossible that God should prove false, we who have fled for refuge might have strong encouragement to seize the hope set before us. We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul, a hope that enters into the inner shrine behind the curtain, where Jesus has gone as a forerunner on our behalf, having become a high priest for ever after the order of Melchizedek. Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for he who promised is faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be the God and the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! By his great mercy we have been born anew to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and to an inheritance which is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, kept in heaven for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice in hope. (Psalm 39:7, GNB; Psalm 62:5 and 65:5b, RSV; Psalm 71:12-15, GNB; Lamentations 3:19-24, RSV; Hebrews 6:17-20 and 10:23, RSV; 1 Peter 1:3-4, RSV; Romans 12:12, RSV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RzqGyvz5zaI/AAAAAAAABKM/BU2ZqBqSP2k/s1600-h/HOPE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RzqGyvz5zaI/AAAAAAAABKM/BU2ZqBqSP2k/s400/HOPE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132562931727846818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hope is as human as to love. We were made to face the future just as we were made to face each other. Even in the darkest situations we still hope. Once off the coast of Newfoundland a mini-sub sank. Divers managed to locate it and tapped on the side to see if there was any sign of life. In Morse Code a message came back: 'Is there hope?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Is there hope?' is a question we all ask, whether in the crises of life -- 'Is there hope, doctor?' -- or in the daily despair of a difficult marriage, prolonged unemployment or useless employment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike optimism, Christian hope doesn't opt out when faced with harsh realities. The reason for the realism of Christian hope is the fact that it is cast in the mould of the crucifixion and resurrection of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian hope can face any situation, because it is not based on changeable circumstances, but a settled conviction that nothing can overtake us that Christ hasn't taken care of. It is willing to risk all on the reality of the resurrection. We welcome the future, because it bears the face of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RzqGyvz5zaI/AAAAAAAABKM/BU2ZqBqSP2k/s1600-h/HOPE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RzqGyvz5zaI/AAAAAAAABKM/BU2ZqBqSP2k/s400/HOPE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132562931727846818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Pope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope -- the uncertain goddess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pericles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry Miller, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tropic of Cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the subsequent years of ministry in England I have often been asked: 'What is the greatest difficulty you faced in moving from India to England?' I have always answered: 'The disappearance of hope'. For the elderly and middle-aged there is, for the most part, only the hope of keeping reasonably comfortable amid the disintegration of so many of the familiar values. For very many of the young there is only the terrible spectre of nuclear war, with nothing beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishop Lesslie Newbigin, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Other Side of 1984&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can true biblical hope serve as a warning against false hope? In a society filled with immanental hope of social engineering, of human potential, of political revolution, we need to hear the great themes of Old Testament hope. Our hope is in the Lord, who is also our salvation; all other hope is hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Hubbard, from an article entitled &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hope in the Old Testament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this third world war which might break out one day, with this wretched gathering which our planet now is, despair returns to tempt me. The idea that we'll never be done with it, that there's no purpose, only petty personal ends for which we fight. We make little revolutions but there's not a human end. Nothing concerning man, only disorders. One can't think such things. They tempt you incessantly, especially if you're old and can think, 'Oh well, anyway, I shall die in five years at the most'. In fact I think ten, but it might well be five. In any case the world seems ugly, bad and without hope. There, that's the cry of despair of an old man who'll die in despair. But that's exactly what I resist, and I know I shall die in hope. But that hope needs a foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean-Paul Sartre less than a month before he died in 1980&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All utopias of the kingdom of God or of man, all hopeful pictures of the happy life, all revolutions of the future, remain hanging in the air and bear within them the germ of boredom and decay -- and for that reason also adopt a militant and extortionate attitude to life -- as long as there is no certainty in the face of death and no hope which carries love beyond death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurgen Moltmann, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Theology of Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My hope is built on nothing less&lt;br /&gt;Than Jesus' blood and righteousness,&lt;br /&gt;I dare not trust my sweetest frame,&lt;br /&gt;But wholly lean on Jesus' name,&lt;br /&gt;On Christ the solid Rock I stand,&lt;br /&gt;All other ground is sinking sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Mote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could believe in a God who will make everything new later if it is in no way apparent from the activity of those who hope in the One who is to come that he is already beginning to make everything new now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Schillbeeckx, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God the Future of Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hope towards which the Bible moves promises a new creation that radically transcends man's own possibilities. But in promising this it also encourages him to take the steps that are within his power in the direction of this goal, and to refrain from the steps leading in the opposite direction. Anyone who wants to reach the new world across the sea will start off for the port of departure on his own feet and with the means of transport at his disposal in this old world, even though he realises that very different forces will be needed before he can land in the new world and become its citizen. The promise of the hope of God is finding strength to meet a double disappointment: some tell people to put their trust in the next world, and disappoint them by declaring that the present is hopelessly unalterable; others claim that they can realise the heaven of total salvation by their own strength, and disappoint because they ruin the present in a completely inhuman way. On the other hand man, who is of his very nature orientated towards the future, can -- trusting in the word of promise -- remain radically hopeful within the relativity of 'a step at a time'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hans Walter Wolff, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anthropology of the Old Testament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To us is given the promise of eternal life -- but to us, the dead. A blessed resurrection is proclaimed to us -- meantime we are surrounded by decay. We are called righteous -- and yet sin lives in us. We hear of ineffable blessedness -- but meantime we are oppressed by infinite misery. We are promised abundance of all good things -- yet we are rich only in hunger and thirst. What would become of us if we did not take our stand on hope, and if our heart did not hasten beyond the midst of the darkness upon the path illumined by the word and Spirit of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Calvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope leads us into life, into the whole of life. It encourages faith so that it does not degenerate into faintheartedness. It strengthens love so that it does not remain enclosed within itself and with those who are like it. Thus Charles Peguy said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hope leads everything.&lt;br /&gt;For faith only sees what is.&lt;br /&gt;But hope sees what will be.&lt;br /&gt;Charity only loves what is.&lt;br /&gt;But hope loves what will be --&lt;br /&gt;In time and for all eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurgen Moltmann, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Experiment Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon for sin and a peace everlasting, your living presence, to cheer and to guide; strength for today, and bright hope for tomorrow - these are the blessings your love will provide. Great is your faithfulness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.O. Chisolm (1866-1960)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RzqGyvz5zaI/AAAAAAAABKM/BU2ZqBqSP2k/s1600-h/HOPE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RzqGyvz5zaI/AAAAAAAABKM/BU2ZqBqSP2k/s400/HOPE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132562931727846818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we grow in faith, love, and hope, help us to understand that no planning for the future, however necessary, no programme, no matter how carefully conceived, can relieve us of the necessity of going forward into a future that cannot be planned of risk, of danger, of hope in your incalculable grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, be for us the truth on which life and death are built, the hope that cannot be destroyed, the freedom from which love and justice flow and the joy that has eternity within it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry Falla, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Be Our Freedom, Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God of hope, we confess that we have fallen prey to false hopes; hopes of success, prestige, influence; we have invested ourselves emotionally in them only to be disappointed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pray for those we see deceived by the illusions of false hope; led by false shepherds, political and psychological messiahs who promise much, but deliver little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We praise and thank you for our true hope, a sure and certain hope in your Son, and pray that each morning we might rise ready to live each day in the light of the last day. Help us not to be nostalgic for the past nor possessive of the present, but to hold each day open to the future heritage of your Kingdom. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RzqGyvz5zaI/AAAAAAAABKM/BU2ZqBqSP2k/s1600-h/HOPE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RzqGyvz5zaI/AAAAAAAABKM/BU2ZqBqSP2k/s400/HOPE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132562931727846818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And now unto him who is able to keep us from failing and lift us from the dark valley of despair to the bright mountain of hope, from the midnight of desperation to the daybreak of joy; to him be power and authority, for ever and ever. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Luther King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Still Waters, Deep Waters&lt;/span&gt; ed. 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If only I knew how to find him, how to enter his court, I would state my case before him and set out my arguments in full; he rubbed my face in the ground and broke my teeth on the gravel. I have forgotten what health and peace and happiness are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you the truth, unless an ear of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds... every branch that does bear fruit he trims clean so that it will be even more fruitful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were under great pressure, far beyond our ability to endure, so that we despaired even of life. Indeed, in our hearts we felt the sentence of death. But this happened that we might not rely on ourselves but on God, who raises the dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Psalm 42:3, NIV; Job 23:1-4, NEB; Lamentations 3:16-17, GNB; John 12:24, 15:2 NIV; 2 Corinthians 1:8-9, NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rzk99814B8I/AAAAAAAABKE/v6kXRSPN9sY/s1600-h/TEARS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rzk99814B8I/AAAAAAAABKE/v6kXRSPN9sY/s400/TEARS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132201384878802882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When misfortune strikes us -- illness, unemployment, deep depression, failure in personal relationships -- God can seem to be very distant and uncaring and our inner lives begin to wither and die. The ancient Hebrews expressed their feelings in a particular form -- that of the lament -- often directed to the God whom they no longer experienced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, our tendency, when something goes wrong, is to try to locate the cause of the problem and treat or rectify it. We feel more comfortable looking back over our shoulders than engaging in another common biblical practice, looking in anticipation to the creative work God is going to do up ahead as in John 9:2-3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of the most severe forms of physical pain are giving birth and having kidney stones. Women will willingly become pregnant; but only a masochist would want kidney stones. It makes all the difference when suffering has a desirable, constructive purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering, particularly where it is the result of injustice or where it occurs through no fault of the victim, can lead to anger and bitterness. It can easily block off the flow of practical trust in God. Such pain needs to be expressed if it is to become a resource rather than a liability and achieve its purpose in the fruitful growth of the person or community concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rzk99814B8I/AAAAAAAABKE/v6kXRSPN9sY/s1600-h/TEARS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rzk99814B8I/AAAAAAAABKE/v6kXRSPN9sY/s400/TEARS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132201384878802882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work of God is built upon the ruins of a man's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. Fenelon, spiritual adviser to Louis XIV of France, source unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When building a skyscraper you have to go down before you can go up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that the priest or layman who is not constantly harassed by thorns is underprivileged. His thorns may be in the form of little Hitlers, cynics, critics and professional opposers; or they may be in the form of illness, impediments, scars and disfigurations; or they may be in the form of lost love, betrayal and disillusionment; or they may be in the form of wounded pride, humiliation and ignominy; or they may be in the form of poverty, hunger and destitution; or all of them put together... A thorn usually leads to the cross, and the cross to the confession of sin, and thence to freedom and incomparable strength. But before we can feel the strength of Christ we must know that there is no health in us insofar as our own personal power goes -- that of ourselves we can but eventually fail, but in Christ we can know nothing other than final victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin Pardue, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why Learn to Pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wounds deeply when he wills to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herman Kohlbrugge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And my lament&lt;br /&gt;Is cries countless, cries like dead letters sent&lt;br /&gt;to dearest him that lives alas! away.&lt;br /&gt;I am gall, I am heartburn.&lt;br /&gt;God's most deep decree&lt;br /&gt;Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerard Manley Hopkins, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Untitled sonnet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;As good go anywhere, they say,&lt;br /&gt;As to benumme&lt;br /&gt;Both knees and heart in crying night and day,&lt;br /&gt;Come, come, my God, O come,&lt;br /&gt;But no hearing.&lt;br /&gt;O that thou shouldst give dust a tongue&lt;br /&gt;To crie to thee&lt;br /&gt;And then not hear it crying! all day long&lt;br /&gt;My heart was in my knee&lt;br /&gt;But no hearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Herbert, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Deniall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rzk99814B8I/AAAAAAAABKE/v6kXRSPN9sY/s1600-h/TEARS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rzk99814B8I/AAAAAAAABKE/v6kXRSPN9sY/s400/TEARS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132201384878802882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It is not easy, Lord, to follow after you.&lt;br /&gt;While you take the hard road&lt;br /&gt;with joyous leaps and bounds,&lt;br /&gt;I stumble over every stone&lt;br /&gt;and slip into every rut.&lt;br /&gt;You calmly weather each storm&lt;br /&gt;and walk fearlessly through the night.&lt;br /&gt;I am burfeted by the winds,&lt;br /&gt;and I falter in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;And you always have answers, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;for those who confront you.&lt;br /&gt;My tongue is thick and clumsy.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot articulate what I feel&lt;br /&gt;or what they need to hear.&lt;br /&gt;You have the wisdom and the power&lt;br /&gt;to meet the needs of those about you.&lt;br /&gt;But I am foolish and ineffective,&lt;br /&gt;and my brothers turn away from me in disgust.&lt;br /&gt;I have really tried to relate to people about me,&lt;br /&gt;to reach out in love and concern.&lt;br /&gt;I have shared their sorrows and their joys.&lt;br /&gt;I have shelved my ambitions&lt;br /&gt;to respond to their needs.&lt;br /&gt;But when I fail to produce what they want,&lt;br /&gt;or when l am limited by my humanity&lt;br /&gt;and incapacitated by my personal problems&lt;br /&gt;they will have nothing to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I have been used only to be abused.&lt;br /&gt;I am squeezed dry and then cast aside&lt;br /&gt;as if I were of no further value.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I must continue to follow you, O Lord.&lt;br /&gt;It is a hard path to walk,&lt;br /&gt;and I will falter at times.&lt;br /&gt;I long intensely for an occasional oasis&lt;br /&gt;along this journey through wind and sand.&lt;br /&gt;I need desperately your touch of joy and enrichment&lt;br /&gt;as I labour amidst the blood and tears&lt;br /&gt;of this distorted world.&lt;br /&gt;I am empty, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Enable me to sense your fullness a&lt;br /&gt;and grant me the grace and the courage&lt;br /&gt;to be faithful as your child and servant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 35 from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Psalms Now&lt;/span&gt; by Leslie Brandt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rzk99814B8I/AAAAAAAABKE/v6kXRSPN9sY/s1600-h/TEARS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rzk99814B8I/AAAAAAAABKE/v6kXRSPN9sY/s400/TEARS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132201384878802882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;O God, who knowest us to be set in the midst of so many and great dangers, that by reason of the frailty of our nature we cannot always stand upright; grant to us such strength and protection, as may support us in all dangers, and carry us through all temptations; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Book of Common Prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowland Croucher, ed., &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Still Waters, Deep Waters&lt;/span&gt;, (Albatross/Lion) chapter 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rzk99814B8I/AAAAAAAABKE/v6kXRSPN9sY/s1600-h/TEARS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rzk99814B8I/AAAAAAAABKE/v6kXRSPN9sY/s400/TEARS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132201384878802882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036538483715266163-1477511197999004015?l=1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1477511197999004015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036538483715266163&amp;postID=1477511197999004015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/1477511197999004015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/1477511197999004015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/2007/11/squeezed-dry-then-cast-aside.html' title='SQUEEZED DRY THEN CAST ASIDE'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rzk99814B8I/AAAAAAAABKE/v6kXRSPN9sY/s72-c/TEARS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163.post-2266936604458957959</id><published>2007-11-11T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T14:54:29.603-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MALE AND FEMALE'/><title type='text'>SO MOVES THE CLAVIGER BEETLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RzeHvs14B7I/AAAAAAAABJ8/kZFdHp9DEXk/s1600-h/claviger+beetle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RzeHvs14B7I/AAAAAAAABJ8/kZFdHp9DEXk/s400/claviger+beetle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131719553972701106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Genesis 1:26-28 and 31 and 1:20b-24, JB; Malachi 2:15, NIV; Mark 10:6-9, NEB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God did not stop at creating a man; he also created a woman to produce what might be called a divine duet. In creating man and woman, God brought into existence things which had no previous existence. The divine duet formed the crown of creation. Humans were made in God's image, with two sexes. The exalted nature of this relationship is shown by the fact that the two sexes were intended to reflect the relationship between Christ and his church as we discover in Ephesians 5:25-33. Within the bounds of a family God's love can be reflected in a beautiful way. God created man and woman for each other in the divinely instituted arrangement called marriage. God made the family the foundation of the social order, and family ties are sacred and should not be tampered with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RzeHvs14B7I/AAAAAAAABJ8/kZFdHp9DEXk/s1600-h/claviger+beetle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RzeHvs14B7I/AAAAAAAABJ8/kZFdHp9DEXk/s400/claviger+beetle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131719553972701106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small Claviger beetle moves inside the ant hill, unalarmed by the fact that ants are one of its most ferocious enemies. The ant hill offers easy access to life's necessities: it's warm inside and the ants stock a variety of tasty foods. The beetle soon stops in its tracks -- it spots a fast-approaching ant, one of the hungry predators that call this hill home. The ant, in turn, stops when it reaches the motionless beetle. But, instead of striking out, it strokes the beetle. A secretion then appears on the beetle's body; and the ant eagerly consumes this and goes on its way, leaving the visitor unmolested. These two species, the Claviger beetle and the meadow ant, have a pleasant arrangement; biologists call it 'symbiosis'. Though they should be enemies they live together in a mutually beneficial way. The beetle gets a warm home with a lot to eat, and the ant has its portable refreshment stand. We might expect the church and family to display some of this, to work together in a sort of social symbiosis. Yet, these two institutions haven't always gotten along so well, nor contributed to one another's welfare as they should. In fact, I know of many church members who have sacrificed their family life to build the life of the church. And it is quite obvious that many churches fail to offer much to enrich their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles M. Sell, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Family Ministry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is not with the institution of marriage. The problem lies with the individuals within that structure and their attitudes toward it. Richard Lessor wrote, 'In the twentieth century it is not a matter of marriages having been tried and found wanting. Marriage is deeply wanted but largely untried.' Today in place of exerting consistent effort and determination to make one's marriage work, the solution is to 'bail out'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H. Norman Wright, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Premarital Counseling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not hurt any of us to discover our idols have clay feet. Children can tolerate easily and can genuinely grow from a recognition that their parents occasionally make mistakes, become confused and discouraged, and need the support of others. This may even increase the impact of that which is truly solid about us, that which is genuinely our strength. On the other hand there is no need to suggest that we are 'hollow men'. If this is in fact true, it may be hard to hide anyway, but to reveal weakness of such proportions is not to contribute to the stature of those entrusted to our care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armin Grams, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Changes in Family Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there is a romance appropriate for every age and stage, and it is vital that we keep romance in marriage if it is to succeed and if we are to achieve happiness for ourselves and our children. We must take real care, lest 'moonlight and roses' become 'daylight and dishes'! A movie star has been quoted as saying that 'marriage kills romance'. That ought not be and is not true if romance is understood rightly. Someone has defined romance as 'a long story of love'. The dictionary defines it as 'a dreamy imaginative habit of mind tending to dwell on the picturesquely unusual'. Both of these definitions are realistically true! Romance in marriage is to be found in the long story of love that began before marriage and found fulfilment after marriage. It is to be found in the wonder of relationships that are colourful, thrilling and practical. The romance of marriage includes all the joys of marriage as well as the hazards. It is a way of life for a couple within the bounds of responsible marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T. Cecil Myers, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Happiness Is Still Home Made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every person needs a sense of personal identity or worth. But we live in a time of great confusion and contention over the question of one's worth. Striking workers insist they are worth more pay. Protesting demonstrators insist they are worth a fairer stake in the economic and social scheme of things. Teenagers insist they are worth more respect and consideration in home and school. Parents feel that they are entitled to more respect. The overall emphasis in much of this is upon one's rights. A person has a certain number of rights which he can claim because he's worth something. God begins at a different point. He begins not with our rights, but with our duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry Christenson, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Christian Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RzeHvs14B7I/AAAAAAAABJ8/kZFdHp9DEXk/s1600-h/claviger+beetle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RzeHvs14B7I/AAAAAAAABJ8/kZFdHp9DEXk/s400/claviger+beetle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131719553972701106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gracious Father, as I share with my family day by day, grant me a much deeper insight into what family life is all about. Help me to set aside my selfish desires and my foolish ways so that I may place my family first and not insist on pushing forward my ingrown plans, thus robbing other members of the family of their due rights as part of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me, loving Lord, to see Christ in the other members of my family. Give me spiritual eyes to see their needs, spiritual ears to hear them calling for help when they need it. Prevent me from being so busy with myself that I fail to be aware of the needs other members of my family have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strengthen me, dear Saviour, so that I may have the courage to live constantly for you in the family. Make me a stepping stone for my family so that l might encourage them in the things of God. Use me to help my family grow in grace and in the knowledge of Jesus Christ as Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BENEDICTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Continue to transform this family, O heavenly Father. Mould them more and more into your will. Build them up this day so they may reflect the life and love of your Son our Saviour. Pour out your Spirit on this family so they may uplift your honour and glory. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowland Croucher, ed., &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Still Waters Deep Waters &lt;/span&gt;(Albatross/Lion) chapter 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RzeHvs14B7I/AAAAAAAABJ8/kZFdHp9DEXk/s1600-h/claviger+beetle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RzeHvs14B7I/AAAAAAAABJ8/kZFdHp9DEXk/s400/claviger+beetle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131719553972701106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036538483715266163-2266936604458957959?l=1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2266936604458957959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036538483715266163&amp;postID=2266936604458957959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/2266936604458957959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/2266936604458957959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-moves-claviger-beetle.html' title='SO MOVES THE CLAVIGER BEETLE'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RzeHvs14B7I/AAAAAAAABJ8/kZFdHp9DEXk/s72-c/claviger+beetle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163.post-2046347881635318964</id><published>2007-11-08T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T03:24:27.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BODY'/><title type='text'>THE LORD IS MEANT FOR THE BODY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RzLxa814B6I/AAAAAAAABJ0/cIB9yoLRi58/s1600-h/BODY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RzLxa814B6I/AAAAAAAABJ0/cIB9yoLRi58/s400/BODY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130428370839406498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'All things are lawful for me' but not all things are helpful. 'All things are lawful for me,' but I will not be enslaved by anything. 'Food is meant for the stomach and the stomach for food' -- and God will destroy both one and the other. The body is not meant for immorality, but for the Lord, and the Lord for the body. And God raised the Lord and will also raise us up by his power. Do you not know that your bodies are members of Christ? Shall I therefore take the members of Christ and make them members of a prostitute? Never! Do you not know that he who joins himself to a prostitute becomes one body with her? For, as it is written, 'the two shall become one.' But he who is united to the Lord becomes one spirit with him. Shun immorality. Every other sin which a man commits is outside the body; but the immoral man sins against his own body. Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you... ? You are not your own; you were bought with a price. So glorify God in your body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1 Corinthians 6:12-20, RSV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RzLxa814B6I/AAAAAAAABJ0/cIB9yoLRi58/s1600-h/BODY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RzLxa814B6I/AAAAAAAABJ0/cIB9yoLRi58/s400/BODY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130428370839406498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the great themes of Christian faith is that God himself made his home in a human body. It is tragic and ironic then, that many of us battle so hard to be at home in our bodies. I am body as well as spirit and I dare not think of myself as split apart. And when I live as though I were, I bring into disrepute the very robe that God himself chose to put on. I wonder what went through your mind as you read this well-known passage from Paul? Unfortunately, Christians in the past have often failed to give the body its rightful place. Taken the wrong way, this passage can lead to a terrible distortion of our faith and our humanity. It has often been interpreted to mean that the pleasures of the body -- food, wine, sex, dancing, even sport -- must be denied, because, after all, the body is meant for the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Paul's emphasis is twofold: 'The body is meant for the Lord' -- yes, but 'the Lord is meant for the body'. His riches extend to our bodies as well as our spirits. One reason why Paul condemns prostitution is because it is an act that calls for the fragmenting of the self. It is based on the distortion that I must split myself off from my body in order to gain pleasure. But because it involves this splitting up of the person prostitution is a foretaste of hell, not of heaven. For in heaven all things will be united in Christ, including all our parts: body, mind, spirits, emotions, wills. But, because new life has been born in us, we can already have little tastes of this glorious vision of unity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much at home are you in your body? It is an important Christian question to ask yourself. It is one that many nonchurch people are taking very seriously. In part, the rise of such fads as jogging, aerobics and health foods represents a concern shared by many of our contemporaries to reclaim the body -- to give it its rightful place as integral to who I am as a person. The less at home I am in my body, the less possible it is for me to be whole and joyful and the less saved I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not talking here about the silly tendency in our society to idolise the so-called 'body beautiful'; that tendency is just as much a distortion as the one that despises the body. Both distortions spring from the same source, the fear of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because our bodies are subject to decay and to wounding of all kinds, they give us probably our most immediate sense of the end to which we are all heading. If we fear death, it is unlikely that we can be at home in this fragile flesh. And so we make the mistake of trying to build it up so that it appears invulnerable or we try to ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think for a moment of the last time you had a strong sense of being at one or at home in your body. It may have been an experience in the shower or bath. Perhaps you were playing sport, dancing, bushwalking or holding someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been by yourself at the beach or in a pool and had that experience of slowly easing yourself into the water? You begin to feel that you are at one with the water, perhaps even with the scene itself. It is exhilarating. And one reason why this is so is because it is a foretaste of heaven. For God intends that we, along with 'the whole of creation', will become one in a new kingdom where our present experiences of fragmentation, separation and suffering come to an end; where our bodies will be new bodies, resurrected bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we will have harmony between our new bodies and our new selves, between men and women, between nature and humanity, between humanity and God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bodies provide us right now with a marvellous anticipation of the pleasure and fulfilment that will one day be fully ours. 'The Lord is meant for the body,' says Paul. So, 'glorify God in your bodies.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RzLxa814B6I/AAAAAAAABJ0/cIB9yoLRi58/s1600-h/BODY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RzLxa814B6I/AAAAAAAABJ0/cIB9yoLRi58/s400/BODY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130428370839406498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was as hard to explain how this sunlit land was different from the old Narnia as it would be to tell you how the fruits of that country taste. Perhaps you will get some idea of it if you think like this. You may have been in a room in which there was a window that looked out on a lovely bay of the sea or a green valley that wound away among mountains. And in the wall of that room opposite to the window there may have been a looking-glass. And as you turned away from the window you suddenly caught sight of that sea or that valley, all over again, in the looking-glass. And the sea in the mirror, or the valley in the mirror, were in one sense just the same as the real one: yet at the same time they were somehow different -- deeper, more wonderful, more like places in a story: in a story you have never heard but very much want to know. The difference between the old Narnia and the new Narnia was like that. The new one was a deeper country: every rock and flower and blade of grass looked as if it meant more. I can't describe it any better than that: if you ever get there you will know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.S. Lewis, from his children's story, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Last Battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the rainbow has a body made of the drizzling rain and is an architecture of glistening atoms built up, built up yet you can't lay your hand on it, nay, nor even your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.H. Lawrence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fair and pleasant you are, O loved one, delectable maiden! You are stately as a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters. I say I will climb the palm tree and lay hold of its branches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine and the scent of your breath like apples, and your kisses like the best wine that goes down smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth. I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me. Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields, and lodge in the villages; let us go out early to the vineyards, and see whether the vines have budded, whether the grape blossoms have opened and the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and over our doors are all choice fruits, new as well as old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of Solomon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A colleague has recently described to me an occasion when a West Indian woman in a London flat was told of her husband's death in a street accident. The shock of grief stunned her like a blow; she sank into a corner of the sofa and sat there rigid and unhearing. For a long time her terrible tranced look continued to embarrass the family, friends and officials who came and went. Then the schoolteacher of one of her children, an Englishwoman, called and, seeing how things were, went and sat beside her. Without a word she threw an arm around the tight shoulders, clasping them with her full strength. The white cheek was thrust hard against the brown. Then, as the unrelenting pain seeped through to her, the newcomer's tears began to flow, falling on their two hands linked in the woman's lap. For a long time that is all that was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then at last the West Indian woman started to sob. Still not a word was spoken and after a little while the visitor got up and went, leaving her contribution to help the family meet its immediate needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the embrace of God, his kiss of life. That is the embrace of his mission, and of our intercession. And the Holy Spirit is the force in the straining muscles of an arm, the film of sweat between pressed cheeks, the mingled wetness on the backs of clasped hands. He is as close and unobtrusive as that, and as irresistibly strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Taylor, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Go-Between God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RzLxa814B6I/AAAAAAAABJ0/cIB9yoLRi58/s1600-h/BODY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RzLxa814B6I/AAAAAAAABJ0/cIB9yoLRi58/s400/BODY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130428370839406498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;O God, you created all things good. Thank you for this flesh -- for its beauty, its strangeness, its fragility. Thank you for the warmth of another's arms, for the power of touching, the wonder of holding and being held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me to experience my body in all its splendour; to care for it as l would care for your dwelling-place; to enjoy it, as l would enjoy your nearness, to keep it fit for the tasks to which you call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it fails me, when it reminds me of the transience of this present life, when it trips me up and warns me of my mortality, may I then have the grace and wisdom to give you thanks -- thanks for your unseen purposes, for your great drama of redemption that will one day lift all faltering things into newness of life and riches beyond imagining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;O God, who was pleased to dwell in mortal flesh, raise me with your son to new abundant life in my body. May his body, broken for all, preserve me through the change and decay of this present life. May your indwelling spirit bring me the fullness of joy that is mine in this life and in the life to come. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Still Waters Deep Waters&lt;/span&gt;, ed. 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Instead, whoever wants to become great among you must be your servant, and whoever wants to be first must be slave of all. For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jesus addressed the Jews who had believed him, saying: 'If you abide by what I say, you are really disciples of mine: you will understand the truth, and the truth will set you free.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is permissible for me -- but not everything is beneficial. Everything is permissible for me -- but I will not be mastered by anything... Though I am free and belong to no one, I make myself a slave to everyone, to win as many as possible. To the Jews I became like a Jew, to win the Jews. To those under the law I became like one under the law (though I myself am not under the law), so as to win those under the law. To those not having the law I became like one not having the law (though I am not free from God's Law but am under Christ's law), so as to win those not having the law. To the weak I became weak, to win the weak. I have become all things to everyone so that by all possible means I might save some. I do all this for the sake of the gospel, that I may share in its blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom is what we have -- Christ has set us free! Stand, then, as free people and do not allow yourselves to become slaves again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you were called to freedom; only do not use your freedom as an opportunity for the flesh, but through love be servants of one another. For the whole law is fulfilled in one word, 'You shall love your neighbour as yourself.' But if you bite and devour one another take heed that you are not consumed by one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mark 10:43-45, NIV; John 8:31-32, Moffatt; 1 Corinthians 6:12 and 9: 19-23,NIV; Galatians 5:1, GNB; Galatians 5:13-15,RSV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ry_-vZs8bQI/AAAAAAAABJc/GjNzZbvkoTw/s1600-h/EAGLE+FREEDOM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ry_-vZs8bQI/AAAAAAAABJc/GjNzZbvkoTw/s400/EAGLE+FREEDOM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129598590904986882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian freedom has limits. The Christian only remains free while a servant. When we refuse to obey we lose our freedom. As William Barclay points out, 'Christian freedom is not licence for the simple but tremendous reason that the Christian is not the person who has become free to sin, but the person who by the grace of God has become free not to sin.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christians are called to be responsible people. There are two sides to the coin of Christian living: first, Christians have been set free from slavery to sin; second, they are called to serve Jesus Christ. Freedom is one of the most frequently used words in our world. What do we mean by it? Millions are crying out for freedom, with many different ideas of what freedom is. People want to do what they like. Albert Camus once said that basically all rebellion is, at its root, rebellion against God. This truly is the spirit of our age -- rebellion, revolt against authority. Ordinary people say, 'I'll do as I like.' In taking such an attitude they become slaves to sin and incapable of real freedom. Believers on the other hand are free to serve Christ (John 8:32 and 34-36; 1 Peter 2:16).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ry_-vZs8bQI/AAAAAAAABJc/GjNzZbvkoTw/s1600-h/EAGLE+FREEDOM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ry_-vZs8bQI/AAAAAAAABJc/GjNzZbvkoTw/s400/EAGLE+FREEDOM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129598590904986882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man is really free only in God, the source of his freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherwood Eddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the love of God is broader&lt;br /&gt;Than the measure of man's mind;&lt;br /&gt;And the heart of the Eternal Is most wonderfully kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we make his love too narrow,&lt;br /&gt;By false limits of our own&lt;br /&gt;And we magnify his strictness,&lt;br /&gt;With a zeal he will not own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frederick W. Faber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True freedom comes only through Jesus. The New Testament presents Jesus as the totally free person who can liberate us. Other people and ideas may understand some aspect of freedom, but Jesus incarnated the total freedom offered by God. Jesus inaugurated freedom in his earthly ministry, but the full actualisation of freedom will come at the consummation of history... We are often impatient with the gap between the freedom we experience in Christ now and the final realisation of freedom. Our culture teaches us to demand satisfaction now. Christian freedom is both present and future. Our demand for instant freedom may cause us to ignore the freedom we already have in Christ. Jesus is our guide to freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warren McWilliams, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Free in Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we want this freedom, we must pay the price. And the price is unreserved surrender to him, in decisions big and small. It sounds hard, but it is not unreasonable, if you come to think of it. After all, he made us; he gave us the qualities, the aptitudes we possess. He knows how they would be best employed. Is it not wise, therefore, to entrust the choice of your career to him, rather than blunder along with your own guess? Is it not wise to entrust the decision about your marriage to him? That is a sphere where we get so easily carried away, and where we greatly need his guidance. Not that Christ wants to interfere; but he wants the very best for both our personal happiness and for our joint usefulness. Both could be wrecked by a foolish choice of a life-partner. 'Remember any girl can sleep, choose one who is some good when she is awake, 'said Martin Luther. Christ will enable you to do just that -- if you share the decision with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Green, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Choose Freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karl Barth, the great Swiss theologian, used to preach to prisoners in Basel, Switzerland. These sermons were published under the title, Deliverance to the Captives. As he went in and out of that prison he noticed how heavy the doors were and how thick the walls. One Sunday afternoon he said to those prisoners, 'Frankly, we are all together great sinners. I stand ready to confess being the greatest sinner among you all; yet, you may not exclude yourself from the group... And we are prisoners. Believe me there is much worse captivity than the captivity of this house. There are walls much thicker and doors much heavier than those closed upon you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted by Chevis F. Horne in his sermon &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Liberation'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom means much more than the opportunity to do what we like or go where we want. A lot of people do what they like but seldom like what they do. Some have all the goods of life, it seems, but no life. They have everything to live with but nothing to live for. Handling freedom is like handling nitroglycerin. It may be a good feeling to have so much power in your hands, but you'd best be careful, or it will destroy you. Too many feed the hunger in their hearts -- that appetite for living -- with junk food, ways of living that destroy. The result is an unhealthy lifestyle which is anything but free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank Pollard, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Keeping Free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk about our freedom... But we are not free from God... We see this truth when we think of-the 'laws of nature'. There is no freedom in this universe except perfect obedience to the laws of the universe. Science seeks to know how the universe behaves, because only by knowing her ways can we know how we must obey. Perfect obedience gives us more 'freedom', not from laws, but through obeying laws. Those who say 'knowledge is power' are half wrong. The truth is that knowledge plus obedience to Nature's laws is power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank C. Laubach, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Christ Liveth in Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ry_-vZs8bQI/AAAAAAAABJc/GjNzZbvkoTw/s1600-h/EAGLE+FREEDOM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ry_-vZs8bQI/AAAAAAAABJc/GjNzZbvkoTw/s400/EAGLE+FREEDOM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129598590904986882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lord of all, give me a greater understanding of the fact that my only real freedom is found in Christ; for only when he is in me and I am in him can I really have the power to be free. Only through Christ can I be free from the shackles of serving evil; only when I seek to obey the will of my heavenly Father can I really know what freedom is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, help me to hand over my life more fully to your keeping so that my ways may become your ways, my thoughts your thoughts, my acts your acts. May your image be implanted upon my mind so that I will start living the kind of life you would have me live. Forgive my foolish ways and my past insistence on doing my own thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ways, gracious Lord, are not your ways. My ways lead in the wrong direction and I find myself caught up in failing to do your will. Quickly I become once again a servant to sin. Help me, l pray, to seek your will, obey your will and follow in the ways of Jesus Christ your Son, my Saviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;O loving Lord, grant that I may much more closely follow in your footsteps and refuse to follow a different way. May your powerful Spirit keep my feet walking in the path you have chosen for me and may I never be found in strange places where I would be ashamed. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowland Croucher ed., &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Still Waters Deep Waters&lt;/span&gt;, (Albatross/Lion) chapter 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ry_-vZs8bQI/AAAAAAAABJc/GjNzZbvkoTw/s1600-h/EAGLE+FREEDOM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ry_-vZs8bQI/AAAAAAAABJc/GjNzZbvkoTw/s400/EAGLE+FREEDOM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129598590904986882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036538483715266163-1070695206134634154?l=1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1070695206134634154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036538483715266163&amp;postID=1070695206134634154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/1070695206134634154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/1070695206134634154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/2007/11/free-only-in-god.html' title='FREE ONLY IN GOD'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ry_-vZs8bQI/AAAAAAAABJc/GjNzZbvkoTw/s72-c/EAGLE+FREEDOM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163.post-3661681708238263781</id><published>2007-11-04T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T18:34:32.481-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HUMILITY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SERVANTHOOD'/><title type='text'>SO MUCH DYING TO BE DONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ry6Ahps8bPI/AAAAAAAABJU/eW4i9e6ylSs/s1600-h/servanthood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ry6Ahps8bPI/AAAAAAAABJU/eW4i9e6ylSs/s400/servanthood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129178341239975154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Have this mind among yourselves, which you have in Christ Jesus, who... emptied himself, taking the form of a servant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful, however, that the exercise of your freedom does not become a stumbling-block to the weak... When you sin against others in this way and wound their weak conscience, you sin against Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If others have this right of support from you, shouldn't we have it all the more?. But we did not use this right. On the contrary, we put up with anything rather than hinder the gospel of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Everything is permissible' -- but not everything is beneficial. 'Everything is permissible' -- but not everything is constructive. Nobody should seek their own good, but the good of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any would come after me, let them deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in your society... if anyone wishes to be great they must be your servant; if anyone wishes to hold the first place, they must be everyone's slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, your Lord and Teacher, have just washed your feet. You, then, should wash one another's feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Philippians 2:5-7, RSV; 1 Corinthians 8:9,12, NIV; 1 Corinthians 9:12, NIV; 1 Corinthians 10:23-24, NIV; Mark 8:34, RSV; Matthew 20:26-27, Barclay; John 13:14, GNB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ry6Ahps8bPI/AAAAAAAABJU/eW4i9e6ylSs/s1600-h/servanthood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ry6Ahps8bPI/AAAAAAAABJU/eW4i9e6ylSs/s400/servanthood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129178341239975154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a world that is drunk with rights. Women's rights, children's rights, land rights, human rights, animal rights, civil rights, the rights of the unborn: the varieties crowd around us like bottles on the shelves of a liquor shop. And having imbibed, we reel down the street, unable to distinguish tree from lamppost, unable to walk a straight line. Like alcohol, 'rights' have become for some a panacea for all our social ills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into this intoxicating environment, the words of the Bible crash with all the gentleness of an axe wielded by a temperance crusader in a bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus and Paul are not wowsers on a rampage, however: the concept of 'rights' has some value for expressing spiritual truth and focussing efforts for social change. But their calls to servanthood move us beyond the chimera of self-assertion to the reality of a love so concrete it is prepared to sacrifice for the sake of others even things to which we have a right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of the touchstones of true servanthood. Are we prepared to give up legitimate and treasured pastimes, possessions, prerogatives if love for someone, Christian or non-Christian, asks it?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea is appallingly practical, appalling because it is practical. We know that in so many ways we are capable of it. But time and again we refuse it, choosing instead the road of self- indulgence and pride and delusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up our 'rights' is a kind of death: a death to self. And dying is hard. But in the end, despite our unwillingness to believe so, it is the way to life. The only way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ry6Ahps8bPI/AAAAAAAABJU/eW4i9e6ylSs/s1600-h/servanthood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ry6Ahps8bPI/AAAAAAAABJU/eW4i9e6ylSs/s400/servanthood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129178341239975154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be so utterly God's, that he can use me or hide me, as he chooses, as an arrow in his hand or in his quiver. I will ask no questions: I relinquish all rights to him who desires my supreme good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen Roseveare, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Living Sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are neither big nor small but what we are in the eyes of God, and as long as we surrender ourselves totally then God can use us without consulting us. We like to be consulted but letting him use us without consultation is very good for us. We must accept emptiness, accept being broken in pieces, accept success or failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Teresa of Calcutta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following Christ has nothing to do with success as the world sees success. It has to do with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madeleine L'Engle, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Walking on Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Learner: How often am I to surrender myself, Lord, and in what matters am I to leave my own preferences behind?. The Beloved: Always; at every moment, in small things as much as in great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas a Kempis, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Imitation of Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our whole personality can be established, strengthened, settled, given a sure confidence, only when there is a basis of abundant love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon Morris, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;1 and 2 Thessalonians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mechanical, the&lt;br /&gt;Amber cricket makes her way&lt;br /&gt;Across the concrete:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eggs must be laid and there is&lt;br /&gt;So much dying to be done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Lansdown, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Counterpoise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must see the difference between choosing to serve and choosing to be a servant. When we choose to serve we are still in charge. We decide whom we will serve and when we will serve... But when we choose to be a servant we give up the right to be in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Foster, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Celebration of Discipline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condescend to all the weaknesses and infirmities of your fellow-creatures, cover their frailties, love their excellencies, encourage their virtues, relieve their wants, rejoice in their prosperities, compassionate their distress, receive their friendship, overlook their unkindness, forgive their malice, be a servant of servants, and condescend to do the lowest offices to the lowest of mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Law, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Serious Call to a Devout and Holy Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, beware of the mistake so many make, who would fain be humble, but are afraid to be too humble. They have so many qualifications and limitations, so many reasonings and questionings, as to what true humility is to be and to do, that they never unreservedly yield themselves to it. Beware of this. Humble yourself unto death. It is in the death of self that humility is perfected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Murray, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Humility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Christian knows from the outset that the salvation of a single soul is more important than the production or preservation of all the epics and tragedies in the world: and as for superiority, he knows that the vulgar since they include most of the poor probably include most of his superiors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.S. Lewis, article on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Christianity and Literature'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Church... will have to take a strong line with the blasphemies of hubris, power-worship, envy and humbug, for these are the roots of evil. She will have to speak of moderation, purity, confidence, loyalty, steadfastness, patience, discipline, humility, content and modesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dietrich Bonhoeffer, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Letters and Papers from Prison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one has any right to claim a right, to indulge in a pleasure, to demand a liberty which may be the ruination of someone else... A pleasure or an indulgence which may be the ruin of someone else is not a pleasure but a sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Barclay, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Letters to the Corinthians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This attitude -- the willingness to give oneself away, to give up good things for the sake of the better... is loss only in a limited sense. On the one hand it is real loss because what we lay aside in redeeming the world is in fact laid aside -- time to enjoy an artistic talent, to read a book or to make a garden. This is not insignificant. At times it causes great longing and heart-searching and is a source of temptation just as the devil used life itself to tempt Jesus when Peter said, 'This [suffering] shall never happen to you' (Matthew 16:22). We must not underestimate this loss. Yet in another sense we lose nothing. We do not experience only loss now, for God honours the imitation of his love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranald Macaulay and Jerram Barrs, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Being Human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ry6Ahps8bPI/AAAAAAAABJU/eW4i9e6ylSs/s1600-h/servanthood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ry6Ahps8bPI/AAAAAAAABJU/eW4i9e6ylSs/s400/servanthood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129178341239975154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lord, your gentle words are strong enough to break me. They ruthlessly expose my duplicity. Deep down, I want to love and serve you; and equally deeply, l resist you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This double-mindedness has wounded me. Lord: heal me. And it has wounded others, little ones for whom Jesus died: heal them where I have harmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess that many times I have heard your call to servanthood but have pretended to be deaf to your voice. I confess that often, when l have committed myself to serve you, as soon as you have faced me in one of your children I have withdrawn my service. I am like the man who put his hand to the plough but looked back; I am not fit for the kingdom of God. Your mercy is my only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things in my life, Lord, that are legitimate and good, but that I have clung to and even now would be reluctant to give up for the sake of love. I name them before you... Lord, these things stand like sea-walls between me and the ocean of your love; I renounce them, and pray for the strength to live out that renunciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, you are king of the universe, yet you wrapped a towel around your waist and washed the smelly feet of your disciples. This is not only an example for me to follow; it is an offer for me to accept. Yet like Peter, I have often refused your service, being strangely reluctant to let the one who drips love like water from his hands touch my feet. Give me a vision of your desire to serve me, so that -- like Peter -- I will come to accept this astonishing love and be transformed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ry6Ahps8bPI/AAAAAAAABJU/eW4i9e6ylSs/s1600-h/servanthood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ry6Ahps8bPI/AAAAAAAABJU/eW4i9e6ylSs/s400/servanthood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129178341239975154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Go under God's mercy, knowing that when you are faithless he is faithful, and that when you fail he can redeem your failure. All things are possible for him, and 'he will keep you strong to the end, so that you will be blameless on the day of our Lord Jesus Christ' &lt;/span&gt;(1 Corinthians 1:8, NIV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowland Croucher ed., &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Still Waters, Deep Waters&lt;/span&gt; (Albatross/Lion), chapter 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ry6Ahps8bPI/AAAAAAAABJU/eW4i9e6ylSs/s1600-h/servanthood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ry6Ahps8bPI/AAAAAAAABJU/eW4i9e6ylSs/s400/servanthood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129178341239975154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036538483715266163-3661681708238263781?l=1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/feeds/3661681708238263781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036538483715266163&amp;postID=3661681708238263781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/3661681708238263781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036538483715266163/posts/default/3661681708238263781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1yearofdevotions.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-much-dying-to-be-done.html' title='SO MUCH DYING TO BE DONE'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ry6Ahps8bPI/AAAAAAAABJU/eW4i9e6ylSs/s72-c/servanthood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036538483715266163.post-3658323999112065309</id><published>2007-10-31T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T21:58:23.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HOLINESS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MATURITY'/><title type='text'>JUST ADD WATER AND SHAKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rylch5s8bNI/AAAAAAAABJE/VFUtg-UyHT4/s1600-h/wesley+window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rylch5s8bNI/AAAAAAAABJE/VFUtg-UyHT4/s400/wesley+window.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127731388232789202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; 'Just Add Water And Shake' But Can The Bubbles Last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We proclaim him... so that we may present everyone perfect in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect. Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God... attaining to the whole measure of the fullness of Christ... be filled with the Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others... produce a crop... even a hundred times what was sown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Colossians 1:28; Matthew 5:48; Philippians 3:12; Ephesians 3:19, 4:13 and 5:18; Mark 4:20 -- all NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rylch5s8bNI/AAAAAAAABJE/VFUtg-UyHT4/s1600-h/wesley+window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rylch5s8bNI/AAAAAAAABJE/VFUtg-UyHT4/s400/wesley+window.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127731388232789202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in 'a day of the issue' -- smoking, feminism, uranium mining. Good issues: but we can easily be side-tracked from the one quoted in these scriptures. George Bernard Shaw once said, 'A fanatic is one who having forgotten his objectives redoubles his efforts.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Christian maturity forgotten as we are full of overwork rather than overflow7 Our Christian booksellers have all the answers but our Christian counsellors report tragedies in our family and church life, many of which stem from shallow Christian experience. Perhaps we need the 'issue' Paul talked about when he said, 'This one thing I do'(Philippians 3:23).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every age has its unique conditions which militate against the Christian's reaching his or her full potential. Today, we have an instant society, a paper war, endless demands for seminars and workshops, but rarely do we hear the compulsive call of the Master, 'Be therefore perfect!' So many of us become spiritual dilettantes, avoiding the absoluteness of Christ's demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where then do we start?. 'There is nothing unnatural in an increase of temptations, conflicts and pressures as the Christian goes on with God' (J.l. Packer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.M. Bounds says, 'We need an insatiable yearning for the fullness of God.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.W. Tozer writes, 'The great god entertainment has taken hold of the minds of the retarded saints of our day and life is intolerable without some form of entertainment.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os Guinness believes that 'we have a "copy cat" syndrome so that we do not have to think or evaluate seriously. It is all done for us.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us 'gird up the loins of our minds' (1 Peter 1:13, KJV) or in today's idiom 'grasp the nettle'. It is a false dichotomy to separate our devotional life from Christian maturity, but the former must develop into the latter, rather than the former being our daily 'dosage' to meet the current day's 'aches and pains'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rylch5s8bNI/AAAAAAAABJE/VFUtg-UyHT4/s1600-h/wesley+window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rylch5s8bNI/AAAAAAAABJE/VFUtg-UyHT4/s400/wesley+window.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127731388232789202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I wish you wouldn't squeeze so,' said the Doormouse, who was sitting next to her. 'I can hardly breathe.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I can't help it,' said Alice very meekly: 'I'm growing.' 'You've no right to grow here,' said the Doormouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Don't talk nonsense,' said Alice more boldly: 'you know you're growing too.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, but I grow at a reasonable pace,' said the Doormouse: 'not in that ridiculous fashion.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lewis Carroll, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rosebud is perfect in its season, with its delicate folds overlapping each other, but when you observe it a little later, another perfection has appeared; a full bloom with a captivating fragrance has replaced the bud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as a once-for-all fullness; it is a continuous appropriation of a continuous supply from Jesus Christ himself... as I trust him he fills me, so long as I trust him he fills me. The moment I begin to believe that moment I begin to receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chas. Inwood, source unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world belongs to the disciplined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Rees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although evangelical Christians pay lip service to the principle of the 'quiet time' it seems to be less important in practice in the lives of many than it has been in past years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rev. Francis Foulkes, 'In touch with God: The Devotional Life of the Messenger'. An occasional paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing less than a whole Bible can make a whole Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.W. Tozer, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Of God and Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is vital -- our prayers are the measure of our Christianity. To fail in prayer is to fail in everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor E.M. Blaiklock, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Our Lord's Teaching on Prayer'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, George Fox excelled in prayer... the most awful, living reverent frame I ever felt and beheld I must say, was his when in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Penn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mary had a little lamb&lt;br /&gt;It should have become a sheep&lt;br /&gt;It joined a local Bible church&lt;br /&gt;And died of lack of sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary Inrig, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Life in His Body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If thou could'st empty all thyself of self,&lt;br /&gt;Like to a shell dishabited&lt;br /&gt;Then would he find thee on the ocean shelf&lt;br /&gt;And say 'This is not dead'&lt;br /&gt;And fill thee with himself instead.&lt;br /&gt;But thou art so replete with vanity&lt;br /&gt;And hast such rude activity&lt;br /&gt;That when he comes, he says&lt;br /&gt;'This is enough unto itself&lt;br /&gt;Better to let it be&lt;br /&gt;It is too small, and full;&lt;br /&gt;There is no room for me.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Batter my heart, three person'd God; for, you&lt;br /&gt;As yet but knocke, breathe, shine, and seeke to mend;&lt;br /&gt;That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow mee, and bend&lt;br /&gt;Your force, to breake, blowe, burn and make me new...&lt;br /&gt;Take mee to you, imprison mee, for I&lt;br /&gt;Except you enthrall mee, never shall be free,&lt;br /&gt;Nor ever chast, except you ravish mee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Donne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Not merely in the words you say,&lt;br /&gt;Not only in your deeds confessed,&lt;br /&gt;But in the most unconscious way&lt;br /&gt;Is Christ expressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from your eyes he beckons me&lt;br /&gt;And from your heart his love is shed&lt;br /&gt;Till I lose sight of you and see&lt;br /&gt;The Christ instead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice Cleland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rylch5s8bNI/AAAAAAAABJE/VFUtg-UyHT4/s1600-h/wesley+window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rylch5s8bNI/AAAAAAAABJE/VFUtg-UyHT4/s400/wesley+window.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127731388232789202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Father, I thank you for the joy of every new beginning; 'In the beginning God' and so you gave me a life which was absolutely new when I came into the world, and then a new life in Christ when I was born from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, help me to grow in grace as I have grown in my human life. Let me see the hindrances clearly. Keep me from rationalizing what may grieve you. Give me grace to allow prejudices, narrowness, bigotry, the spirit of the Pharisee, to drop out of my life and enable me to reach out for all the fullness of God. As one of your saints prayed, 'Make me as holy as it is possible for a saved sinner to be.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} c
