Momentum – Creation’s History

Have you ever marveled at how it all happens?  The world, the stars, the colours, life?  And you?  How did you happen?  Why are you here at this moment of time in the place where you find yourself?  Who am I that God is mindful of me?  The wonder of it never ceases to amaze me.  Some time ago I wrote this poem – I hope it blesses you as the concept of it blesses me.  For I am God’s – and so are you.

Momentum – Creation’s History

Just a sigh, barely a movement brooding over deep and sluggish water,

Just a whisper, breathed in anticipation,

Gaining momentum until it roared

‘Let there be light’ – and there was light and it was good.

Just a choice, not even a big one really.

To eat forbidden fruit or not?  But the choice, when made,

Gained momentum and hurtled out of control, changing the world.

Just a child, scarcely important,

Growing to manhood in the hills around Nazareth,

Gaining momentum until …

He died, hanging on a cross like a common thief.

Just a man, one of many that night, visiting his friends in a crowded room,

Securing momentum,

For He was the one who had died and lived again

The Son of God …

And seasons changed

And centuries passed

And life itself moved on – until …

Just a girl – young and shy;

Just an ordinary girl in the 1970’s

Who met this living-again man – the Son of God

And her whole world changed – lit up by love in multi-coloured hues,

Growing in momentum, filling up with joy, hope and assurance,

Never to be the same, never to be alone.

For this is the momentum of the history of creation

The history of all who say “Yes’ to this risen-again man – the Son of God.

 

 

You are Invited

Then King David went in and sat before the Lord, and he said: “Who am I, Lord God, and what is my family, that you have brought me this far? 1 Chronicles 17:16

Today you are invited to consider how far God has brought you.  What have you accomplished with His help that you never thought would be possible?  Where do you come from – not in place but in achievement?  What dreams are you working towards that are beginning to look like a reality?  When did you last go in and sit down and speak to the Lord?  Where can you go today where you can sit alone with God and talk about your progress (or lack of it) and your dreams?  Give them to God – and ask Him what next step you need to take.

May God bless you as you work with Him to achieve your dreams – however impossible they may seem to be.

You are Invited

Glory in (the Lord’s) holy name; let the hearts of those who seek the Lord rejoice.  1 Chronicles 16:10

Today you are invited to seek the Lord and rejoice.  Yesterday we considered past events.  Where do you see Him today?  What is He saying to you right at this moment, as you read these words?  Pause a while and listen.  Ask Him to help you to notice Him in the events of your day – the big ones and the small ones.  Then, at the end of the day – rejoice – for the Lord your God is with you always.

May God bless you with an awareness of His presence today in everything that happens in your life.

You are Invited

And Elisha prayed, “Open his eyes, Lord, so that he may see.” Then the Lord opened the servant’s eyes, and he looked and saw the hills full of horses and chariots of fire all around Elisha.  2 Kings 6:17

Today you are invited to consider the way God helps you.  What has happened in your life when God’s help has been obvious to you?  What have you coped with when you have not been aware of God’s help?  Think about such times now.  Can you see God’s hand in what occurred at all?  If you can, spend time praising God for the part He played.  If you cannot, spend time with God today asking Him to show you how He intervened on your behalf – even if things did not turn out the way you hoped they would.  Listen to Him.  What is your response?

May God bless you as He reveals His intimate involvement in your life today.

You are Invited

“Don’t be afraid,” (Elisha) the prophet answered.  “Those who are with us are more than those who are with them.”  2 Kings 6:16

Today you are invited to consider who gives you courage.  Who or what makes you afraid? Who encourages you when you are afraid?  How do they do this?  How have you been encouraged to face your fears?  What fears have you conquered?  Spend some time today talking to God about your fears – and give them to Him one by one.  What is He saying to you about them?

May God bless you as you name your fears in His presence today and give them to Him.

You are invited

When the servant of the man of God got up and went out early the next morning, an army with horses and chariots had surrounded the city.  “Oh no, my lord!  What shall we do?” the servant asked.  2 Kings 6:15

Today you are invited to consider how you handle unexpected challenges.  What is your first reaction?  Who do you go to for help? What challenges are you facing at the moment?  How are you handling them?  Who is helping you?  Are you confident or uncertain about your ability to deal with them successfully – and what is success for you?

May God bless you as you face the challenges that face you today.

Cottage

Have you checked out my new Publications page on this blog?  It gives details and contact links for the three books I have published.  My fourth book is coming soon – watch this space!

Here is this week’s Christian poetry:

Simple pleasures.  Sometimes they are the ones that speak more clearly of the love of God than those that have been anticipated and awaited for many months.  The unexpected delight of finding a place which offers not only good food but peace and beauty as well, was a joy for both myself and my friend as we drove through remote hills and passed glorious lakes.  We returned there as often as we could for it provided sustenance for both body and soul

Cottage

The sign said ‘Home baking and fresh coffee’.  How could we resist such an invitation?  We pulled off the road onto the small parking area and crossed to the little cottage with the open door.

‘I can’t get the right programme.’  The rich country accent floated out of the room to our right in answer to our call of ‘hello’.

‘It won’t stay put!’  The lady whom we correctly presumed was our hostess was fiddling with a small TV set.  ‘I’ll be with you soon.’

And we stood and waited until she managed to find the approximation of a picture.  She snorted in disgust and turned and smiled.

‘What can I do for you?’ Her voice, suddenly professional, was full of welcome.

We had had time to look around the small room in which we were standing.  A kitchen table, covered in small trays with teapots and cups and saucers laid ready for customers, took up most of the room.  Evidence of completed washing up, the dishes sparkling; plates piled high with home-made scones; shelves of jam and honey, and generous tea cups suggested the bounty of the meal that we would receive.

We had seen others eating on the lawn across the road and we suspected, correctly it turned out, there would be few places to eat between here and the end of the road where the ferry left for the next island.  We ordered sandwiches and a large pot of tea.

‘Sit over there, at the tables or the loungers,’ she said, ‘and I’ll call you when it’s ready.’

We strolled across the quiet road and chose loungers where we settled comfortably, drinking in the beauty of the scene before us.  The surface of the loch was ruffled by a light, cool breeze; oystercatchers vied for space on the ‘right’ rock with mallards and gulls.  Swallows darted and, in the distance, in the woods behind us, a cuckoo called.

‘Your tea is ready.’  The call broke the silence and we realised we needed to fetch our lunch.  The tray was laden with two generous plates of sandwiches, and a huge pot of tea.  When we poured it, it was the colour of the peat that stained the water off the hills.

Gentle conversation with our fellow diners accompanied the meal.  They were cyclists, young people who had spent the long weekend cycling around the island.  They had 25 miles to go to the ferry before returning home to the mainland.  It seemed a long way to us on a bike, but they called cheerful farewells and set off, waving goodbye to us and chatting to one another, thoroughly enjoying their adventure.

‘The scones are good,’ they had told us.  And so we ordered one between us, fetching it from our hostess across the road.  It was good;full of fruit and we covered it in butter and rhubarb jam and cream and sat in the sunshine indulging ourselves wth the simple pleasures of life.

That small, remote cottage gave us a feast fit for a king in a place that sang of the magnificence of the King of kings and we revelled in the peace that was a gift – from both our hostess and our Creator.

.  It was a place of rest and refreshment and, even now, as I picture it in my mind, I feel the warm glow that surrounded me.  Simple pleasures – life-long memories.