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Reflections on my walk with God


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But Lord…..

You know those times when you are praying, alone or with others….. You or someone starts to pray …. thanking God, praising Him, lifting up a person or situation …….. searching for words to say and then it slips out “..but, Lord ….”

Often it is a cry to God to do something that we think He should, or to remind Him of the details….
The there are the times that we just cannot imagine the answer to the situation, a friend with incurable cancer, a marriage broken beyond repair, a family member so damaged that God seems like a joke, unbelievable horrors in distant lands…. …….

We go through the situation over and over in our minds, we discuss it and try to pray. Our thoughts and prayers go round and round as we try to think of human fixes until we eventually are ready to say “But Lord …you know this situation better than I ever could…. only You know how this person/situation can be ‘fixed’ …and we hand it over to Him.” Our petitions spilling out, an acknowledgement that He knows what we need and when we cannot find the words “the Spirit groans”

In the same way the Spirit also helps our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we should, but the Spirit Himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words; and He who searches the hearts knows what the mind of the Spirit is, because He intercedes for the saints according to the will of God. (Romans 8:26-27 NASB)


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The Gate Of The Year: A Present for My Mother

We watched The King’s Speech last night and a little research lead me to various articles about George VI’s much better remembered speech on Christmas day 1939. Here are some lovely thoughts on that, do read the full poem by Minnie Haskins.

Kate Shrewsday

Dark days, they were, at the outset of a world war.

What words can a King offer his country on Christmas Day, when evil is already threatening its very existence?

King George VI spoke slowly and with great conviction on Christmas Day 1939. And in a little Sussex village –  Crowborough, to be precise – a family had gathered around the radio to listen to that speech.

In the darkest times we can do little but share our common humanity and reach out to touch – whom? What? That vast network of humans like us, in our predicament? Or that spirit which underpins who we are?

That day, the King chose words which stirred hearts. They helped my countrymen gird their loins and prepare for something which was indeed, for many, a fight to the death; but which ended in exhausted, impoverished triumph five long years later.

The words were…

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The emptiness of absence.

“She/he’s such a good christian…
… she/he does voluntary work for a, b, c charities…
…..she/he always helps at the church lunch/barbeque/harvest …..
…….oh and she/he listens to children read at the local primary school ….
………and still finds time to visit the local old people’s home, and do Sunday school!”

She/he is always terribly pleased with him/herself …
……but always feels unappreciated…..
She/he is always sociable ….
……..but often lonely…. 
She/he fills her/his time with do-gooding..
………but never feels complete.

The emptiness of absence.

1 Corinthians 13:1-13 NASB
If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but do not have love, I have become a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy, and know all mysteries and all knowledge; and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. And if I give all my possessions to feed the poor, and if I surrender my body to be burned, but do not have love, it profits me nothing.   Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered,  does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.   Love never fails; but if there are gifts of prophecy, they will be done away; if there are tongues, they will cease; if there is knowledge, it will be done away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part; but when the perfect comes, the partial will be done away. When I was a child, I used to speak like a child, think like a child, reason like a child; when I became a man, I did away with childish things. For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known. But now faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the greatest of these is love.