The Bible invites us to see we are not human beings on a spiritual journey but spiritual beings on a human journey.
I find that, more often than not, we are where we ought to be; indeed, we are mostly in the only place we can be in this stage of our journey.
To pray to know God’s will is fine, so long as it is not really a longing for greener grass: striving to put ourselves in a different place is generally a recipe for stomach-ache.
I went to bed in a troubled state of mind: doctor’s appointment in the morning. I hardly slept and certainly didn’t rest but I lay down anyway and dozed off.
At 1.30 am I woke again, still troubled. Arranging the pillows I sat up, worrying. Then I heard a song: out in the garden a Robin was singing. Such beautiful, bountiful song. No cares, no worries; just the song.
Now I thought how Jesus had said that not one sparrow falls to the ground without my Father knowing. And I remembered how the lilies of the field neither work nor care and yet they are clothed.
And in that moment of deep time I knew that worry is not lifted but walked with. Sorrows, there will be: but never lived alone. My Father cares and knows all my needs. And I am loved, as the songbird is loved – eternally.
My father built his steam locos to 4 3/4″ gauge (that’s him on the right and his railway on the left). My loco is 5″.
But it doesn’t stop at 1/4″. There is 3 1/2″; 7 1/4″; 7 1/2″ and these don’t begin to touch on the metric choices. It’s the same in the model railway scales: OO; HO; EM; P4 are all variants on accuracy lurking around rails 16mm apart. Why? or is it ‘Why not?’ Is it because engineers are involved and challenges raised? Is it because we are perverse, or is it because we strive for perfection – perceived or desired? Human nature? Continue reading
Why, when writing the About page, is it easier to describe what I do than to sketch what defines me?
To say “I am a Christian” seems very in–your–face and blunder-bussy: to me at least.
And the affirmation doesn’t begin to evince the breadth of implication. Rather, I feel, it can seem to be a closed — terminal even — accusation. ‘I’m this, get over it’, or ‘why aren’t you?’
So, I have been challenged by my own Blog to offer an open creed. Something that might attract questions; offers hope of resonance; may even be attractive.
It is on the About page and it may change during the journey.