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WHEN FRUSTRATION KNOCKS

 

 

Suggested Scripture Reading: John 9: 1 -41

Scripture Focus: John 9: 25 Whether he is a sinner or not, I do not know. One thing I know. Whereas I was blind, but now I see.

Frustration. What is it? What is its origin? Why are humans so subject to its iron grip? And most importantly; Is there any escaping it?
Here is an appealing episode in the life and times of Jesus of Nazareth. It is a promising revelation for minds, inquiring about the true identity of this Man who has recently come among them. Jesus opens the doors of Heaven to make known to earth-bound creatures, the imminence of Heaven’s power to solve earth’s impossibilities; like opening eyes which were destined never to see earth’s beauty, or sadly, to see first hand the evidence of earth’s pain. We, along with the other characters in the narrative are taken to the very threshold of participation in an impressive victory performed by Jesus.

Without warning, there is a rude interruption in the ecstasy of the moment. Frustration, with her illegitimate brood known as fear, cynicism, timidity, and rigor mortis of the soul, demand entry into every soul present.

The initial onslaught of ‘frustration’ comes from a source, from which the young man was expecting jubilation, over the victory of sight won for him by Jesus, namely, from the leadership of a community of faith. ‘ What if the religious aristocracy could be enlisted to diminish or to destroy this so-called miracle of restored sight? Then two challenges facing the religious community would be dealt a fatal blow. On the one hand, the challenge was to give a reasonable explanation for this” MIRACLE,” in a day that had long since ceased to believe in miracles! On the other hand, the challenge was to deal with this “Jesus of Nazareth” who was stirring chaos in the Synagogues throughout the region.

Heart-wrenching frustration is threatening the solidity of the young man’s fortress! A tender soul, just barely out of the shadow of perpetual darkness, is the victim of frustration and her evil crew. What does one do, and where does one go, when the religious community turns its back upon a person who is in the ecstasy of some positive experience of God acting in his life? And as stunning as it seems, it is a tragic reality to this present hour. “Frustration’ still finds committed allies in pulpits and pews! Some announce from the pulpit their shrunken image of God and boast of their abandonment of the Christian ethos. Sadly, from many in the pews a supportive ” AMEN ” echoes. Little wonder the church, once vibrant with the life of the Spirit is creeping along at snail pace!

But to return to the narrative!
Not yet is ‘frustration’ finished with its malicious intent to stifle the sounds of praise from a grateful young man, whom God has touched with a miracle of restored vision. Therefore, the leaders begin to pressure the people, who have watched this man grow from birth, to provide substantiating evidence in order to further develop their scheme. What a blow to a heart, newly born into the excitement of the world of sight, to listen to his own neighbors and friends deny him! Too strong a commitment to the truth concerning this boy’s health status had the potential of implicating others into something undesirable. So why get involved? So the neighbors choose the safest path of non-committal. ” We are not sure of this man’s identity,” they concocted. This fellow looks much like the one who traveled the streets of our community for years, but we can’t be sure it is he. They make every effort to assuage their guilty conscience. “What is going on here in this community now is not normal. We never saw anything like this before! Who knows where all this is going to end? It’s better to stay out of it!” They cowardly convince themselves.

If a community chains itself to a narrow definition of ” normalcy” or ” the usual” it will never experience ” the new Heaven and the new Earth” Scriptures promise.

Frustration now attacks the last remaining stronghold of hope for the young man!
” The Jewish leaders did not believe the man had been born blind, so they sent for his parents. ” Is this your son, whom you say was born blind? If so, how can he now see? Notice the deliberate attempt of the recognized authorities to confuse the minds of the innocent. “Is this your son?” they asked. ” Is this the one you say was born blind?” frustration smiles her devilish smile, as fear causes the parent’s hearts to tremble. The parents see immediately where this is heading. To be seen to lend any credence, whatsoever, to their son’s avowed miracle at the hands of Jesus, would lead to expulsion from the religious community. “That this is our son, we know; that he was born blind, we know but, how he now sees, or who has opened his eyes, we do not know. He is of age, ask him!.” This time it is the angels in Heaven who laugh! “Give God the glory, young man,” came the self-righteous command of the leader,” we know this man, Jesus, is a sinner!” The young man listens for a moment, to what sounds to him like a mournful wind  blowing in leafless trees; then in a voice trembling with excitement he announces: ” WHETHER HE IS A SINNER OR NOT, I DO NOT KNOW; ONE THING I DO KNOW, ONCE I WAS BLIND, BUT NOW I SEE!”
Frustration and her brood slink off into the darkness to await the arrival of the next victim. And  Jesus takes the young man’s hand and together they go to welcome the dawning of a new day!
There is no other antidote for the paralyzing effects of frustration upon any soul, but to permit the spiritual gift, which God already gives us in Jesus Christ, to fill the soul to overflowing! Then shall I arise and shine, for my light has come.

PRAYER TO FOLLOW THIS MEDITATION
O God, not until the sky grows dark,
thus heralding the end of day,
do I see the Evening Star, shimmering in all of its glory!
It is not until Your hand touches all that I treasure here on earth does my heart sincerely whisper its gratitude for the awesomeness of Your Everlasting Light, and the steadfastness of Your Unconditional Love.

Teach me to number my days, that I may apply my heart unto wisdom: for the eternal Day Star from on high imparts His glorious light each moment. In my darkest hours of frustration may I dwell in the blaze of Your sunlight, that my witness to Your victory may richer, fuller be. For the sake of Your Love for us in Jesus Christ, I pray. Amen.

HYMN:  AMAZING GRACE                         Andrea Bocelli

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EDITORIAL NOTES

  1. It is recommended that you read the entire chapter of John: 9 in order to gain a fuller understanding of the story and of the meditation that is based upon it.
  2. Photo: Taken this summer (2018) The beautiful Joe Batt’s Arm, Fogo Island, Newfoundland.

 

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THE FAITH THAT INSPIRES

 

Genesis 15:6
Abram believed the Lord, and he credited it to him as righteousness.

Matthew 17:20
Jesus told them. “I tell you the truth, if you had faith even as small as a mustard seed, you could say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it would move. Nothing would be impossible.”

When you encounter a person, who is like a shelter from a fierce wind ; when you meet someone, who with speech that is punctuated with bitter sobs, tells you the story of an encounter with The One who changed tragedy into triumph; On the day you become aware, through facts relayed by a fellow pilgrim, that vast resources beyond all that appears to be, lie waiting for anyone who will believe, then on that day lift your eyes and rejoice, for on that day you see victories belonging to Faith. When God-consciousness takes the place of human consciousness, then is the world on the verge of a new and lasting rebirth.
The Old Testament personage, Abraham, owns the designation  “Father Of Faith.” Abraham, surrounded as he is by the verities of his historical setting, dares to lift his eyes and sees God.

The world is loud in its proclamation that no one transcends the laws that govern the natural world. However, Abraham sees ‘Eternity’ unshackled, in the ‘Face of God.’ Unspeakable treasures are waiting for him, just beyond the veil of the things that are. Accordingly, God’s promise to Abraham, that he is destined to be ”the Father of many nations’, might have been dismissed without further thought, since there was no heir and Sarai, Abraham’s wife was past childbearing age. Fate laughed in ‘ the Face of Providence,’ but in that same ‘Face, Abraham saw what was yet to be. Fate and Providence are often in conflict at the heart of many unsolved dilemmas of this world!
Abraham shows us Faith that inspires. To this very day, when we observe something of its kind, there is longing for the germ of that noble way of living, to be the possession of all, and thereby fulfill God’s initial plan to distinguish the human race from all other species.
Faith is that attitude that dares to look beyond the smug complacency of the world’s fatalistic conclusions and seeks for and finds God. Faith turns a deaf ear to the roar of the crowd, demanding that ” It is futile to try!” You may be left standing alone, but ever secure in the knowledge that the Eternal God is with you. That is what Faith is!

Abraham experiences the strain of a corrupt religion that is gaining momentum throughout the world of his day. Even some members of his own family likely abandoned the faith of their forebears, like Noah. Abraham never left Jehovah for the idolatry of Ur. He and Sarai were willing to stand out as different from that idolatrous community. If we are to develop genuine faith, we need a similar spirit. We too must be willing to stand alone and to be different.
The demand for faith is the hallmark of the Old Testament! It’s prophets, priests, and kings make its claim their mantra. The effulgent rays of their faith light the pathway of many of its participants, right to Bethlehem’s manger, where there lies before the world the very epitome of faith become flesh!

Given that the life of faith finds such a remarkable expression throughout the Sacred Word of the Old Testament, how much more available is the ability to live the life of faith, in the Company of the One who is the very essence of faith. Jesus demonstrated throughout His life the victories of faith and finally at the moment of His death announced one final victory of Faith’s eternal reward: “Father into Your Hands I commend my spirit.” Herein is Faith herein is Hope, herein is Abundant Life!

Somewhere there is recorded a story of an elderly parishioner, who towards the end of his life sought his minister to help him prepare for the final journey. He informed the minister of the difficulty he experienced when he knelt beside his bed to say his evening prayers.” I sometimes fall asleep there on my knees”, the troubled man, confessed. The minister, a seasoned suppliant himself, felt the old man’s deep distress. ” John,” he offered,” why not place a chair beside your bed, and imagine Jesus sitting there beside your bed. John, talk to Him like you are now talking to me. Tell Him your longings, your sorrows, your sad times and your times of happiness, and the blessings for which you are genuinely grateful. Tell Him everything and listen to Him speak to you.” Sometime later, the minister made another pastoral call and was delighted to see that John had taken his suggestion. ” Yes,” John, eagerly relayed, “I practice His Presence every day, and especially at bedtime. You know, I am as sure of His being there beside me, as I am of you being there now beside me.”
It was sometime following that John’s distraught daughter came to inform the minister of his passing. ” I so regret that I wasn’t present with him when my dad died she said. He was obviously in need of something. He was reaching for something on the chair “.’ No, my child”, responded, the man of God,” not something, your dad was reaching out his hand to Someone.” Tenderly the minister related the story surrounding the empty chair that for some time occupied a place beside her father’s bed.” You see your dad through simple faith when the time was here, stretched out his hand to hold the hand of His Friend, and together they passed through the gates of death into the place prepared for him. That is righteousness born of faith.

A PRAYER TO FOLLOW THIS MEDITATION
Open my eyes with the touch of Your Hand, so that I may see, how much I really need You, O Lord.

I do thank you for the gift of hearing, which permits me to listen to the caroling of the birds and the thunderous crash of the sea against the headlands of home. Thank you for the sound of a baby’s cooing, and the sound of words that reveals a loved one’s feelings of appreciation and love.

But Please, dear Lord, touch my ears so that I may hear, You speak to me of Your Eternal Love for all the members of the human race. Let me hear You say once more, as you look upon my effort to do my part to bring Heaven and earth closer together,” God saw that it was good.”

Lord, touch my heart that it might have a deeper capacity to hold more of You! Then in all that I see around me here on earth, will be lost in the brilliant light of Your Face everywhere I look. Then the only sound I will hear will be the sounds of love, like a symphony that is being played, under the direction of the only perfect conductor of life’s harmonies.
Lord, open my eyes to see,
My ears to hear,
My heart to Love,
So that in Faith, I may help fulfill Your dream of a Heavenly World Where Your Will is done as it is in Heaven.  And all for the sake of Your Love for us and the World! Amen.

Hymn: My Faith Looks Up To Thee

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EDITORIAL NOTES

  1. The Scripture references are from the New International Version of the Bible
  2. PHOTO: Taken at our summer cottage, ( SHALOM)  at Michael’s Harbour, Newfoundland.

 

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A READING OF E. J. PRATT’S POEM ” EROSION”

 A PRAYER TO FOLLOW THIS READING

O Christ of tender compassion, come again to us amid our life’s storms, as once You came to your beloved disciples, who were caught in the fearful throes of a vicious storm on Galilee. It was Your love for them and the surge of human helplessness that often paralyzes the members of the human family that resulted in this memorable encounter with humankind. You thereby demonstrate, to all humans, what our Saviour’s Love can accomplish. By walking on water, the day of Your defiance of the natural law reveals the propulsive power of love for Your dear friends is far removed from this day of shrunken faith and artificial intelligence. But we are never removed from Your Love for us or from our helplessness and need for Your victories.

We cannot deny that the marred visages of starving people and the bitter vitriol of uncontrolled tongues are as terrifying as the boisterous waves of an angry sea.
It is Love, Your Love, coming to possess our lives that will bring calm to our troubled sea and restore hope for those who sit and wait and pray.
Please, Lord, make us brave enough to refute the so-called wisdom of scholars who seek to produce the catalysis that shrinks our faith and gives us half-baked beliefs. Help us to reclaim the simple principles which enable children to be such beautiful lights to shine upon the road that leads us into the Kingdom Of Our God. Lord, You chose twelve people to help You change the course of history. But, unfortunately, today’s diluted mixture of shrunken faith and half-hearted, personally selected beliefs is no match for the vicious sea of dark demonic forces. Even so, Lord Jesus, Come to us again.
We pray for all through Your love’s sake. Amen.

HYMN: Eternal Father, Strong To Save

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EDITORIAL NOTES

1   ‘ EROSION” .https://canpoetry.library.utoronto.ca/pratt/poem1.htm                          Poem by Newfoundland poet, E. J. Pratt

2 Prayer: Franklin D. Curtis

3 Hymn, ” Eternal Father, Strong To Save.”

 

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May The New Year Bring You Peace

 

 

May This New Year bring                                                                                          PEACE to your soul;                                                                                                    LOVE to your heart; and a                                                                                        VISION of HOPE, to lead you to                                                                Joyful service in His Name Amen.

 

Obedience
By George MacDonald
(1824-1905)

I said: “Let me walk in the fields.”
He said: “No, walk in the town.”
I said: “There are no flowers there.”
He said: “No flowers, but a crown.”

I said: “But the skies are black;
There is nothing but noise and din.”
And He wept as He sent me back –
“There is more,” He said; “there is sin.”

I said: “But the air is thick,
And fogs are veiling the sun.”
He answered: “Yet souls are sick,
And souls in the dark undone!”

I said: “I shall miss the light,
And friends will miss me, they say.”
He answered: “Choose tonight
If I am to miss you or they.”

I pleaded for time to be given.
He said: “Is it hard to decide?
It will not seem so hard in heaven
To have followed the steps of your Guide.”

I cast one look at the fields,
Then set my face to the town;
He said, “My child, do you yield?
Will you leave the flowers for the crown?”

Then into His hand went mine;
And into my heart came He;
And I walk in a light divine,
The path I had feared to see.

MAY GOD BLESS US EVERYONE!

 

 

 

 

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” THE WALK AROUND JERUSALEM”

MAY THE BLESSINGS OF CHRISTMAS FILL YOUR HOMES, AND MAY BRIGUS CONTINUE  TO BE ‘ A LITTLE TOWN’ THAT  WELCOMES  THE SAVIOUR’S BIRTH.

 

I have wanted to make this post available for a long time, but I have deliberately put off doing so. There is a lingering fear that makes writing difficult for me. Because the I’s,  of necessity, must come so close together, I fear that it may be easy to reach conclusions, not at all my intention. But I must try now, nonetheless.

Tell me, if you possibly can, what it is about any place, pinpointed on a map with precise latitude and longitude markings, that makes claims of ownership on a person, thousands of miles from its center.

There is profound wisdom embedded in the Newfoundland Quip: ” You can take a boy from the bay, but you can never take the bay out of the boy.” But it is more than the salt spray and the unique perfume of the sea. It is the mystique of the people who lived there,  in days long gone and to this present.   Their unique essence, they pass on to others. There are things in that place a person calls home, which is more precious than all the money resulting from any journey far afield.
An observation abroad is that Newfoundlanders can be quickly identified in a crowd because their conversation soon expresses a longing for home.

I recall a line from Jack London’s famous short adventure novel “The Call Of The Wild,” which I believe comes into play in this conversation.
There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which, life cannot rise.” Accordingly, I attribute the ecstasy of my own life to have had its origin in that place I call ‘ Home,’ Brigus, the place where I was born!

It seems to me that as a town, Brigus has that unique quality of topography, which from earliest times, sapped up the richness of good people’s lives, and in ways not entirely dependent upon human ingenuity, preserved it for future generations to know, and never permit to be forgotten.
It is at this point in my narrative that fears of being altogether too personal come into being. But as corroboration to what I have already written about the spirit of communities in Newfoundland that people call ‘Home,’ I can now do no other but to continue.

As is true in the vast majority of situations, the very first impact of the community, one calls’ home’, is transmitted by the parents to their children. In my case, it was exclusively from my mom that the first impressions of Brigus came. My mom was left a widow at 35 when my dad died after his ship, the ” SS EMPIRE BISON, was torpedoed by a German submarine somewhere in the North Atlantic. I am the youngest of seven children.

There are mainly two impacting factors that contribute to
” the ecstasy that marks the eventual summit of life,” for me. The first is my mom’s faith, and the second is the spirit of gentleness and grateful understanding of the residents of Brigus.
Let me very briefly mention a memory that I carry with me from my earliest childhood. It reveals something of my mom’s love of Brigus,  as well as her deep faith, both of which she shared with us.

A quarter of a mile, or so, from our house in Rattleyrow is a garden, consisting of slightly more than a couple of acres. This land was grandfather Curtis’s and became my dad’s inheritance. It ran north, away from all dwellings, to the foot of the Cupids Hils. Those Hills seemed always to provide a welcoming and peaceful embrace. Follow a narrow path from the top of the garden for about a mile, then loop down to join the road that leads to home again. I seem to hear my mom, even now, although I was, at that time, a child, suggest, usually on a sunny Sunday afternoon,” Come, my children, let’s walk around Jerusalem.” And away the four of us would go, two of my older siblings and me, my mom leading the way! To the best of my knowledge, this walk was known to her, alone, and then, of course to us, as “The walk around Jerusalem.”    I  know that my mom found comfort and strength in Brigus during what must have been the most frightening experience in a young woman’s life. I understand how the hills that surround this town reminded her that she was always in the embrace of God’s everlasting arms. And that she imagined the Cupids Hills to resemble in her mind the “‘Hills of Galilee’ where Jesus loved so much to be”! And, reading Psalm 48, I discovered what might well be the suggestion for the naming of our Sunday walks;
(Psalm 48: 12 – 14) reads:
” Walk around Jerusalem, go around her, count her towers, consider well her ramparts, view her citadels, that you may tell of them to the next generation, For this God is our God forever and ever; He will be our guide even to the end.

The understanding hearts and the empathy from within the boundaries of Brigus will never fade away as something ordinary. I remain eternally grateful for the encouragement the people of Brigus extended my mom and the whole family over the years.

Upon returning from school many a day, I experienced an afternoon tea in progress. Ladies from the community and various churches gathered to empathize and support the woman I was so blessed to call my mom.

The ecstasy that marks life and beyond which life cannot go was not fully realized until some years following my boyhood in Brigus. That came the evening I, along with six other fellow Newfoundlanders, were ordained to the Ministry Of The Word, Sacrament and Pastoral Care at Wesley United Church in St. John’s. That evening with Vera, the love of my life, and two of our three beautiful daughters ( the third, Vicki Joy, barely one-year-old, was with the best babysitter in the world, Mrs. Ethel Rose, mom’s wonderful friend ), and in the presence of my mom, and my five sisters and my brother, I dedicated myself to the service of “The King”  for the duration of my journey. That was the ecstasy beyond which my life can never go!
It was” The Walk Around Jerusalem” and the people from home and my wife, Vera, and Vera’s wonderful family, my in-laws ( Pierce and Emma Rowsell), that helped determine my final destiny.

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HIDDEN HOPE

 

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Romans 8:  18 -24 For we are saved by hope: but hope that is seen is not hope: For what a man seeth, why doth he yet hope for?

Scripture Emphasis: Psalm 65:5 You (God) are the hope of everyone on earth. Even those who sail on distant seas.

The words of David in Psalm 65, are addressed to the Almighty. They are not the utterances of some religious recluse. They come from the red-hot crucible of living. The Psalm reveals a soul that has been overwhelmed by sins and now, witnesses to the faithfulness of God, to answer his uttered prayers. On the foundation of those convictions, he makes this proclamation:

“God, You are the hope of everyone on earth,
Even those who sail upon distant seas.”

David  here makes the not so veiled suggestion:” If He did it for me, He will do it for every child born of woman and man!”

Now there are but two conclusions one can reach concerning David’s proclamation. Either it is hyperbole, an exaggeration, a simple case of poetic license; Or this is a profound theological truth that becomes: the glory of the lighted mind.”

” O glory of the lighted mind,
how dead I’d been, how dumb, how blind!
The Station Brook to these new eyes is babbling out of
Paradise. The waters gushing from the rain are singing:
” Christ is risen again.”(1)

If it is hyperbole, that” God is the hope of everyone on the earth”, then life on this earth is best described by William Shakespeare’s Macbeth:
(Act II, Scene I). “Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”. (2)
It’s either that or else; it is the most glorious truth that a human being can hold on to until life’s brief candle goes out, and God ushers him into the brilliance of a new day’s dawning.
“God, You are the hope of everyone on earth,
Even of those who sail on distant seas.”

But what is to be said of those, in our increasingly secular society, who think it the hallmark of intelligence to announce to the world their absence of belief in God and Jesus Christ? There have always been those who boast about living by a Stoic Philosophy like that  William Henley expresses in ” Invictus.”

” Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.”(3)
William Ernest Henley

Does that misguided assertion alter life’s equation which David elucidates, having Old Testament Wisdom alone?
” God, You are the hope of everyone on earth,
Even those who sail on distant seas.”

There is no mention made of any opportunity for any human’s assertion of either belief nor unbelief! David does not make the state of human understanding, the contingent factor for the activity of the Divine! God’s command: Let there be light” is not dependent upon whether or not a person believes it! The person may draw the shades to continue his desire to experience the darkness, but that does not change the universal truth of light ‘s existence.
“You, God, are the hope of everyone on earth,
Even those who sail on distant seas.”
David’s words convey the truth of universal inclusivity of everyone on earth, and ‘hope’ is the common binding force.

This thought may indeed have roots in the Theological doctrine of IMAGO DEI; the belief that from creation, God shares unique qualities of human nature which allow God to be made manifest.” The faculty of reason enables one to become most God-like when that person develops a capacity to partially grasp the nature of God’s ultimate reality.” (4)

The proclamation of David has its genesis in the Old Testament and relies upon Prophets and Priests for its transmission throughout the earth. As necessary and as revealing as that truth remains, it cannot compare to the enunciation made in the New Testament of the same fact. In the New Testament, “The Word Becomes Flesh and dwells among us.” It is through a vital and living relationship with Jesus Christ that God’s gift of ‘HOPE, ‘given at birth emerges from the deep places of one’s being to enter into our consciousness, and enables us to share in God’s hope for the world.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.(5)

           PRAYER TO FOLLOW THIS MEDITATION

When we consider the quality of  HOPE which  You have secretly hid deep inside these bodies of ours, we bow in awesome wonder, O God.

We are mere vessels of clay, subject to frailness and death!  What an invaluable treasure You choose to store in so frail a vessel. Hope is the very ethos of Your Heavenly Abode, and You hid its germ in us as a signature gift before we arrived here ! Father, we believe that the hope that springs eternal in the human breast, is Your way of using us as Your Co-workers, to work together to have Your Will done here on earth as it is in Heaven! Your Hope, Father, on that very first Christmas Day, was that the world would see in Jesus, Your Hope for the world’s future.

He came unto His own, but they did not receive Him then. A Cross looms alongside the manger, but Hope, Father Your Eternal Hope, and now ours are resurrected. And this very night millions of us will ask You to make this Christmas Night the occasion when there  will thunder throughout this weary world a heartfelt: ” Welcome  Blessed is He who Comes again  in the Name Of our God.” WELCOME, Jesus, to this world! Take Your Power and reign! Amen.

 

 

HYMN : O Come, O Come, Emmanuel

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EDITORIAL NOTES

The translation of Scripture used in this post is New Living Translation.
1. From ” The Everlasting Mercy’ by John Masefield e Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse > 337. From ‘The Everlasting Mercy’
2.The Tragedy of Macbeth
Shakespeare homepage | Macbeth | Act 5, Scene 5
3.William Ernest Henley, in ‘Invictus’ From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
4.Reference “IMAGO DEI” http://www.religionfacts.com/imago-dei
5.From ” Crossing The Bar” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45321/crossing-the-bar

 

 

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THE DARKNESS BEFORE THE DAWN

Suggested Scripture: Luke 5: 1- 11

Scripture Emphasis: Luke 5:11 So they pulled their boats up on shore, left everything and followed him.

It has long been said, “that the darkest hour is the hour before the dawn.”The darkest hour” has been used figuratively to describe ‘ the lowest ebb in human affairs.’ There are many conditions present in Simon Peter’s life that might well place him, according to this scripture account, at his lowest ebb. Peter is not devoid of religious consciousness at the time he has his first physical encounter with Jesus here.
One’s encounter with things eternal is never dependent upon any physical vessel. It is God who chooses when to make His Presence known within a human being. No person is ever a purely physical entity, ” And Jehovah God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and man became a living soul.”( Genesis 2:7)
” Religion goes back to the beginning of culture itself, and the spiritual is that which makes us human.”

Simon Peter is of the Jewish faith. He would have been conversant, in at least some of the topics of the Old Testament, as Jesus was. Granted, not to the same intensity as Jesus was, yet in the way most Jewish people were. In truth, there was too much of a consciousness of God for Simon Peter to dismiss God from his thoughts completely.” What does God want with me? Is the fact that I toiled all night with my partners, and got nothing to show for it, a possible sign of something more, encroaching upon decisions already made? Have I set my horizon to end on the fishing ground, when there is something beyond that horizon that God is waiting for me to undertake?” A million such questions battered at the door of his soul. As it often is still, it is a deep-rooted fear that keeps him from answering that door. Fear is darkness! And inner darkness breeds graver fears! The darkness creeps at snail-pace towards the dawn!
Happily, for Simon Peter, the fishing nets demand his immediate attention. Paying close attention to the washing of his fish-nets provide a distraction from what was happening on the beach in front of him. Peter could see on the faces of many of his fellow townspeople, that the young Prophet’s teaching was enlightening them. In truth there it was, the very thing he longed for; Someone to bring light to the darkness of his inner self! ” But, I am not that kind of man,” he quickly interjects, as he seeks to defend his inner darkness from a straying sun-beam. And the darkness grows darker.” Who knows what will happen to you, Peter, if you join in with that beach crowd?” a sinister voice from within insists.” Would you substitute your fishing partners whom you have known for years, for any of those, you see there; and Peter, for WHAT? A career change; Peter, what will become of your family?” And ‘the dark night of the soul’ grows darker still! Then, while the doors and windows into Peter’s inner sanctum are strongly fortified, Jesus comes and speaks to him! From among all that company present at the sea-shore, Jesus picks the one who deliberately tries to avoid his attention. Jesus climbs on board of Peter’s boat with him.

The crowds on the shore grow yet larger in number, but Peter knows, it was just the two of them now: Peter and Jesus, Jesus and Peter. However, the keeper of the darkness is not yet prepared to relinquish his prize. The darkness intensified with every passing second. ” Peter, are you not being forced to play the part of a fool? Everybody knows that you must depend upon only what is given to you by this world. All of this talk of Jesus, about the Father supplying our needs, is just that, “talk.” What you see is what you get, man! Open your eyes and see!” “Peter, let’s go fishing! Let’s go out into the deeper water, and put down the nets, and catch fish! ,” said Jesus, piercing Peter’s reverie. There is a moment of intense silence! Never in his entire life does Peter struggle more intensely with the self-evident, undeniable fact. ” There is nothing out there! What You see is what we caught this whole night!” comes Peter’s muffled response. And the keeper of the darkness smiles his insidious smile. “But since You asked me,” says Peter,” I will go!”
Now I believe that it is Jesus’  deliberate intention to demonstrate, first to the tempter, and secondly to Peter, that God has more treasures hidden beneath the surface of what is visible than one can ever know until he surrenders to Him. The catch, resulting from what seemed to be the lifeless sea, sends fingers of the dawn into the eastern sky!
But the ruler of the darkness makes one more brutal assault to immortalize the indecisive darkness that envelopes Peter. From deep inside himself, words, as heavy as lead slowly escape Peter’s lips: ” Jesus, I am not worthy of all of this! I am a sinful man. Depart from me.”

But Peter meets the thrust of the demonic with the drive of the divine!
The darkest hour is shot through by a shaft of golden sunlight. Peter never witnessed a more beautiful sunrise on the Sea of Galilee in all his life than this morning’s; and he heard Jesus say: ” Neither do I condemn you, rise and let us go and we will catch people together.”

A PRAYER TO FOLLOW THIS MEDITATION
Father,
Heaven’s dawn announces a new beginning.
Even though the darkness determines to hold on to the hills, and to creep with intensity into the valleys below; You speak emphatically, ” Let there be Light,” and behold the darkest hour is fear-mongering no more.

Your newly commanded sun concentrates its brilliant beams so as to shine directly into my soul, and behold, Your light offers to dance with me, to welcome a day of rich new experience!
Upon the walls of my soul’s ‘inner sanctum,’ I am hanging the picture of my return from my own far country, and thereby will daily remind myself of Your love that makes this miracle mine. (see Luke 15:11 – 32)
Now, Father, may that same love be the driving force to carry me out into the world where there are people still wrestling with the darkest hour. Make me, my Father, a true herald of the coming dawn. For the sake of Your love, I pray. Amen

HYMN: O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go

 

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EDITORIAL NOTES

  1. A careful reading of the suggested Scripture may prove helpful in more fully understanding the meditation.
  2. PHOTO: I am deeply indebted to my friend William Tibbo, of Grand Bank, Newfoundland, for this moving image.

 

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HALTING THE FUNERAL PROCESSION

‘IN THE CIRCLE OF HIS EMBRACE’

Scripture Concentration: It is strongly suggested that you spend some time studying the following scripture passage before proceeding to read the meditation.

Luke 7:11-17 Soon afterward, Jesus went to a town called Nain, and his disciples and a large crowd went along with him. As he approached the town gate, a dead person was being carried out the only son of his mother, and she was a widow. And a large crowd from the town was with her. When the LORD saw her, his heart went out to her and he said, “Don’t cry.” Then he went up and touched the bier they were carrying him on, and the bearers stood still. He said, “Young man, I say to you, get up!” The dead man sat up and began to talk, and Jesus gave him back to his mother. They were all filled with awe and praised God. “A great prophet has appeared among us,” they said. “God has come to help his people.” This news about Jesus spread throughout Judea and the surrounding country.

This incident in the life of Jesus has truths that lie as deep as the deepest ocean. In the end, these truths cannot be perfectly understood by us, just because they are grounded in God’s personal love addressing a particular human crisis, and forever lie beyond our full understanding!
This incident points to what lies at the very heart of the Gospel; God’s longing to address each individual’s’ need in His world. God ever reveals His unthwarted effort to show His Love. This Love will lead individuals away from the darkness of despair and into everlasting light; away from their littleness of mind and heart and into the liberation of people escaping from the tomb of death.

If there is but one person to whom God’s love reveals itself in this hour, let there be celebration in the community of faith;  for it means one more light is shining, thereby lessening the intensity of this world’s many varieties of darkness.

Let’s examine the challenging truths Luke’s story presents.
The stricken widow of Nain neither saw anyone nor heard anything, the day of the funeral. Through her tears, she could barely see her son’s coffin and the only sound audible to her ears was the beating of her heart. She has walked this desolate road before; she has bathed its dust with her tears. She is a widow. But on the occasion of her husband’s death, her young son was holding her hand.
At this precise moment,  Luke tells us, Jesus sees her. And feeling within Himself, how broken she is, Jesus determines that her procession towards her own personal grave must be His immediate concern. It is natural to wonder, just how much more, one human being can endure! First, her husband’s death, followed by the death of her son, and the excruciating horror of facing life’s challenges alone.

It is here that His Followers find the challenge to minister in the Name of Jesus Christ. There are thousands of people stumbling their way towards their own personal graves, with broken hearts, unfulfilled dreams, and uncontrolled habits. Again one wonders, just how much more one person can endure; but the more crucial question is, ‘Will there be someone to step forward to stop their funeral procession?’  Will someone be there to bid them not to weep? Will someone bring to them a glimmer of renewed hope?

The next feature of the story is equally important, and presents another challenge for ministry in the Name of Jesus Christ; it is Jesus’ concentration on this woman’s personal need that consumes His immediate attention. Other people present at the scene, no doubt, were experiencing a myriad of problems, with differing degrees of darkness! But for the moment, it was for Jesus,” a one on one situation!   ” When Jesus saw her, His heart went out to her, and He said,” Don’t cry.”He saw her unique experience with darkness, and He ordered a new dawn for her.

I fear that in this age of multi-tasking the value of ‘ a one on one’ ministry is misunderstood. There are often people who are in need of a new dawning, and are met with the skeptical conclusion, that the situation is impossible! If we can demonstrate to our own souls that we do sincerely desire to make a difference, then we start by seeing one person’s tears and endeavor to make them our own. Then tomorrow, in the  Master’s Name, you may effectively deal with two more. Work until the sky glows red with the beauty of the dawn, and the promise is fulfilled: ” Tears may last for the night, but, joy comes with the morning!

“Religion, if it is to survive, must be personal,” writes Viktor Frankl in ” Unconscious God.” Greater care is needed in today’s world to make certain that, ” The Word that became flesh and dwelt among us, must never be permitted to become only words again.

1. Brother, sister, let me serve you
let me be as Christ to you;
pray that I may have the grace to
let you be my servant too.

2. We are pilgrims on a journey,
and companions on the road;
we are here to help each other
walk the mile and bear the load.

3. I will hold the Christlight for you
in the nighttime of your fear;
I will hold my hand out to you,
speak the peace you long to hear.

4. I will! weep when you are weeping;
when you laugh I’ll laugh with you;
I will share your joy and sorrow,
till we’ve seen this journey through.

5. When we sing to God in heaven,
we shall find such harmony,
born of all we’ve known together
of Christ’s love and agony.

6. Brother, sister, let me serve you;
let me be as Christ to you;
pray that l may have the grace to
let you be my servant too. (1)

The final feature of this story that challenges His Follower’s ministry in the Name of Jesus Christ is this. Jesus halts this mother’s personal procession towards her own grave and her son’s grave, as well, by giving them each someone to love, and some meaningful work to do. Luke puts it: ” Jesus gave him back to his mother.”

There are many on life’s journey who are broken on the wheels of circumstances beyond their control. They stumble from one meaningless day to another! Our ministry is to show them, Love, in the name of Jesus Christ, and by the Grace of Christ show them that their search for a more fulfilling life can only be discovered by faith in the One  who halts one’s funeral procession with His words: ” I am the Resurrection and the Life, anyone who believes in me though he/she were dead, yet shall he/she live

PRAYER TO FOLLOW THIS MEDITATION

O God, creator of all Compassion                                                                           Make me more compassionate towards all people, and towards the wounded earth. When people’s hearts are filled with compassion, then will we all see clearly that our sisters and brothers everywhere are meant to share in the riches of this earth, their home and ours.

However, to pray to be proprietors of compassion must be followed immediately by a request that You show us what to do when our initial prayer for compassion is answered!

Father, there is no one of us who has not seen the pain-pinched faces of little refugee children and the faces of their terrified and pleading parents, standing at our sovereign borders, begging for asylum. Father, How is compassion released into that setting? Can we pray: “Give us this day, our daily bread and remain helpless to relieve those without food or shelter? Father, Is it Compassion that forces us momentarily to feel their need?

But why is it that before anything can initiate deeper consideration, our logical, rational minds force a conclusion: there is nothing we can do! In the end, our compassion seems to wither like the fall leaves which too soon disappear.

Father, reveal to us again, how faith and compassion are inextricably bound. On one occasion when hungry crowds were in  need of food, Jesus, Your Son  said to his thunderstruck disciples, ” You feed them.” Their reaction then was to be as alarmed as we are by any such suggestion to provide for them. Please help us, Father, to address the dilemma that is presenting now? It is FAITH that keeps COMPASSION alive.

Give to us the faith that prays ” Father Into Your hands do we commit our spirits. Lighten our darkness, and grant us a deeper  Victory of Faith!     All for the sake of Your Love . Amen

Hymn: Here I am Lord

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EDITORIAL NOTES

1.Hymn: ” Brother, Sister, Let Me Serve You”

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2. PHOTO: ” SHALOM, Michael’s Harbor, Newfoundland

 

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THE LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER

Suggested Scripture: Psalm 132: 1 – 18                                                                                                            John 8:12 – 20

Text Emphasis:  Psalm 132: 17……….Here (in my Dwelling Place) I will set up a lamp for my anointed one.

Psalm 132:17 “Here ( in my dwelling place ) I set up a lamp for my anointed one.

“Fear not, little flock, whatever your lot,
He enters all rooms, “the doors being shut,”
He never forsakes; He never is gone,
So count on His presence in darkness and dawn”.

Refrain:
“Only believe, only believe;
All things are possible, only believe;
Only believe, only believe;
All things are possible, only believe.”(2)

But what is the foundation of that ‘BELIEF, and where is that foundation laid? Can ‘Belief’ be dismissed as being just another academic pursuit, with a network of psychological roots in societal and familial influences, or is ” Belief” something more PRIMAL than that, something akin to the mystery of ‘a beating heart,’ or breathing lungs; something related to the mystery of LIFE itself?

Since earliest times human beings have wrestled with ‘beliefs,’ and how to express them in cognitive terms. Many theories, seeking to explain the unsolved mysteries of the natural world were unsatisfying. There were always new demands for further investigation.

The inclusion of ‘Deity’ in ancient Greek culture, as well as in the records of the Hebrew Prophets, very early, become a key component in the demands concerning ‘Belief. ” Belief” in the Olympian gods and the God of the Hebrew Prophets becomes indispensable in engaging with the unsolved mysteries of life.

Perhaps, then, we may not be too far afield, if in our inquiry into the genesis of “Belief,” we begin right there with a consideration of the God, of Whom the Hebrew Prophets concluded: ” In The Beginning God.” We may well discover that ‘Belief’ is a natal gift that binds humankind to God, to prepare them to live as His Children here on earth.

Many parents are completely surprised when their child speaks about God and heaven; often happening at the time when the child is just starting to talk. Is it unreasonable to conclude that such ‘tiny expressions’  of belief are not at all ‘ chance expressions’ but, may well be the tiny seeds that are meant by God to germinate into an expressive and revealing “BELIEF?”

A careful reading of Psalm 132 of the Old Testament may prove helpful in our inquiry of ” Belief.”

I acknowledge that far greater minds than mine have undertaken to enlighten others, concerning the mystery of God, and our belief about our relationship with Him. I offer no profound scholarly evidence in this matter. I submit only that which I believe to be true, and which has helped me in my faith’s journey!

It is noteworthy that Psalm 132 begins with the biographer of David, presenting him as trailing clouds of glory, into the presence of God. The biographer quotes David, “I will allow no sleep to my eyes, no slumber to my eyelids, till I find a place for the Lord, a dwelling for the Mighty One of Jacob.” We, therefore conclude that It is a previous encounter with God, that results in David’s cognitive response, in commitment and love towards God. It is equally God’s initiative that incites a similar reaction within the boundaries of distant communities. While in the fields of daily labor, there is felt a sense of urgency to respond to God’s Presence: “Let us worship at the Lord’s footstool.” (vs. 5-7)
It is thus made abundantly clear that the Holy One, Himself, is an integral part of this creation that uniquely bears His Image. And there is evidence that a spark of the Divine dwells in every human.

But there is yet more! Human beings never reach the state of being  ‘ finished products. ‘  As long as we are inhabitants ” of this vale of soul-making” we remain incomplete. Of all things in the created order, it is humans, alone, who remain in God’s workshop until the end.

The spark of the Divine within one’s spirit will always be subject to the fierce winds of opposition in the world. The spark could be subject to extinction if it were not for this one fact about God, made clear to David: ” Within My Dwelling Place, I have set up a lamp for you.” As it was for David, so it remains the truth concerning each one of us. The spark of eternity God gives to each child as a ‘Coming To Earth” gift, is from the lamp that God has set for us within  His Dwelling Place.

Every morning as we face a new day, the Divine Light Keeper replenishes the light within us, so that throughout our waking hours we may perform Heaven’s duty, to build the Kingdom of Heaven here on earth. Every evening, as the darkness claims the day, God tends to our lamp once more, so that in confidence and in peace we may lie down and sleep.

One day God will finally claim the spark that has served Him here on earth and will use it to supplement the light of our lamp that is always burning in our Father’s dwelling place.

A PRAYER TO FOLLOW THIS MEDITATION
O Jesus, Light Of The World,
Come, with Your searching rays, into my life this day.

Prepare me, that I may continue to build on the Foundation You have laid, for the fortress of Peace, in this noisy and frightening world.
Quicken my hearing, that I may hear the veiled threats of shrewd leaders, whose words and deeds move this world further away from ever resembling Our Father’s Kingdom.

Open my eyes, that I may see the evidence, that inside the restless, wandering crowds the promise is surviving still; that one day there will be ONE People, Under One God, Inhabiting One world, where justice and love reigns.

Open my mouth, so that I may overcome my timidity to speak the truth. Enable me to use my voice to amplify, with urgency, Your expression of the need for more laborers to come and join with us in the gathering of Your harvest.

Open my heart, so that with an enlarged capacity for faith, I may assure the world that:

Where there is hatred, Love will yet reign;                                                      Where there are tears, Joy will follow in the morning;                 Where there are injustices now, the star of Hope will never set;                Where there are people standing alone and afraid:  We will walk together as brothers and sisters towards God’s glorious Light.  And all for Your love’s sake, Amen.

HYMN:     BE STILL MY SOUL

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EDITORIAL NOTES

1. To gain a deeper understanding of the meditation that follows, you are encouraged to begin with a careful reading of the suggested Scripture text.

2. Fear Not, Little Flock Lyrics by J. G .Dailey

3. Photo: “The Lighthouse” taken in ‘Friday Bay’ during a recent day on the bay, with Jody and Joanne Woolfrey, in Newfoundland.

 

 

 

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LISTENING WITH THE THIRD EAR

To appreciate fully the photo above one must first understand the deep emotions that led to its creation. The photo, ( auspices of my good friend, Bill Tibbo), is a memorial erected in the town of Grand Bank, Newfoundland, to commemorate the many heroic fishermen who lost their lives at sea. There is much more to this memorial than that which is visibly available at first glance. By engaging”The Third Ear” senses. one is transferred into the company of this figure ( mother, wife etc)  who spent hours upon the seashore following a storm at sea, searching for the first sign of a loved one’s return, in the days before communication technology was widely available.

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To gain a deeper understanding of the meditation that follows, you are encouraged to begin with a careful reading of the suggested Scripture text. The editorial notes at the end may be helpful also.

Suggested Scripture: John 4: 43 – 54

Scripture Emphasis:
John 4:46-47 46 Once more he visited Cana in Galilee, where he had turned the water into wine. And there was a certain royal official whose son lay sick at Capernaum. When this man heard that Jesus had arrived in Galilee from Judea, he went to him and begged him to come and heal his son, who was close to death.

Theodore Reik, a psychoanalyst, wrote a book titled, ” Listening With The Third Ear,” in which he describes the extra sense he engages while listening to a client; hearing the hidden meaning in what is said, and then reading between the lines to discover what is not verbalized.
Engaging the sense of ‘The Third Ear”, may well awaken the critical faculty of empathy, and thereby provide an easier avenue for a client’s painful experiences to be explored.

My desire for us now is to experience an imaginary demonstration of this truth, using the incident of ‘the healing of the royal official’s son’ ( John 4). Throughout, we will let the din, which daily insults our hearing, come under the scrutiny of our personal ‘Third Ear Sense,’ so that we might share more fully in what lies behind the cloak of garbled expression.
We begin on the bustling Main Street of the fishing village of Cana, in the province of Galilee. The pungent smell in every town whose men” go down to the sea in ships, to carry on business upon on the deep’, hangs in the air. On this particular day, loud, angry voices echo through the narrow street that leads to the waterfront. Boats, usually on the fishing grounds, today, lie idle on the beaches. Their owners are jostling for a place in the long line-up of those waiting to discharge the responsibility of paying exorbitant taxes to a hated foreign government.  This arouses anger like nothing else. These were hard times for the people of Cana and the surrounding towns. Strenuous labor, scarcity of fish, and high taxes were more than enough to raise the ire of every man, to say nothing of their vocal protestations.

“Just look at Old Ichabod seated behind the desk there!” derided one angry protestor.
” Yeah, some fine, easy job it is, to be The ROYAL OFFICIAL, stealing a poor fellow’s bread, and after he lines his own pockets, and I dare to say his friend’s pockets too, he gives the rest to the ROMANS!” snarled a bystander
” Come on, and serve us, Ichabod, we have work to do. We are not all like you, sitting there licking your chops having feasted on our money!
Ichabod made no response, whatsoever! His face bore the signs of a man nearing the point of exhaustion.
What’s wrong with you, Ichabod? Didn’t sleep well last night? Traveling from Capernaum to Cana, too much for you? Why not ask your Roman friends for an easier job?”And so throughout the morning, the raving insults continue. Praying silently to God, that nobody saw him, Ichabod quickly, and silently wipes a tear from his eye.

Ichabod remains silent, like one whose conscious self is absent from the present time and place. The pain in his heart grows more and more intense. He longs for nothing more than kindness, and that measure of decency, which one human being owes to another, especially when the vulnerability of being human must certainly be painfully on display. If only there were one human being in the crowd who had the skill of listening with the Third Ear, would he see it!   Then, perhaps there might be a contagion to share the anguish of the inextinguishable flames of love that raged in Ichabod’s heart?
Is there, in truth, no unseen common bond that binds one human being, to all others; a  kind of relationship that transcends the sound and fury of an immediate situation, and, which isolates, and compartmentalizes everyone?

There is a higher reality to which the “third ear sense “ belongs. It is that unique wisdom that feels another’s broken heart without a word being exchanged. It is to claim the identity of another human who is wrestling with the evidence, that all of his tested cisterns, in search of ‘Life-Giving Water, have failed. It is to hear the silent request, screaming in a deafening voice, begging to be loved.

Any attempt to gauge the degree of difference in the atmosphere that prevailed for Ichabod, as the tax-collector, and as Ichabod, the heartbroken suppliant is impossible. Not until SPIRITUAL existence claims preeminence over the natural reality, will we succeed in fully engaging in that which enables us to rise above the natural and animal sphere.

Ichabod encounters God in human flesh that day.Jesus is the absolute epitome of empathy. Jesus’ humanity reaches out to embrace the humanity of Ichabod. Before any verbal exchange even begins, Jesus feels the pain of a father watching the laboring breath of one dearly loved, and who fears that it may be his last breath! Jesus knew already, Ichabod’s anguish as he left home that morning, turning every second to look again at the house, where his dying son lay, fading into the distance! Love dictated that he stay, but duty demanded that he go!

Jesus was well aware of the heartlessness of the “me first” ideology, with its promotion of separation and blame, that ripped into Ichabod’s heart at the waterfront earlier.

It is an awakened “Spirituality” born of this encounter with the empathetic Jesus, that rescues Ichabod from the lasting effects of the heartlessness of his earlier experience; it is Ichabod’s awakened Spirit which results in the blessing of Salvation for his entire family, and the healing of his beloved son.

PRAYER TO FOLLOW THIS MEDITATION

O Pitying Christ, Listen to Your people crying.                                                                         Lord, send Your Spirit to this place.
Lord, listen to Your people crying.
Give us mercy, give us power, give us grace.

Jesus, the way that You dealt with that poor royal official is so awe-inspiring, that we desire to spend the day with You, so that the contagion of Your mercy, and compassion, and love might infect us.

There seems to be no end to the din of complaining about our ‘little systems’ that are fading away. Help us to  understand that all man-made systems eventually will “fade away, “having “had their day, they will cease to be.” Give to Your people, renewed faith in the miracle of our creation. The commonality that binds us all together is the dwelling of God’s Spirit within each person. It is His plan and His all-conquering Love that will result in the world’s Salvation!

Lord, Listen to Your people, Praying!  Lord, send Your Spirit to this place.
Lord, Listen to Your people Praying.
Send us Love, send us Faith, send us Grace. Amen

HYMN: What A Friend We Have In Jesus

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EDITORIAL NOTES

  1. The reference in the PRAYER to ” Little Systems, Having their day….” is from the poem “ In Memoriam,” by Alfred Tennyson.
  2. Sincere appreciation is expressed to my good friend, Bill Tibbo, of Grand Bank, Newfoundland, for permitting me to draw upon his photographic skills for this and others of his great work.