There follows one of my very favorite poems. May you find it as inspiring as I do, and may the imagery created by these words be a daily blessing for you.
Crossing the Bar
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho’ 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.
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho’ 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.
Prayer To Follow This Reading
Teach us, dear Lord, so to draw from the boundless depth of Your mercy , that we may lie in perfect peace at the close of each day knowing, like the setting sun, that throughout this day we have tried our best to fulfill our appointed mission. That for our fellow pilgrims we have lined any dark clouds of their despair with a golden lining of hope , that will make this day’s sunset especially beautiful.
May the purity of the pale green sky that stretches just beyond the glorious sunburst waiting to make its debut, remind us of the purity of the unfailing love that lightens the way along every path that we must travel this day. if somewhere between Sunrise, and Sunset the one , clear call sounds for us, may we know that we will have The Pilot close at hand to lead us beyond the setting sun, to where we need not the light of sun or moon or stars ever more. In the Name of The Pilot we pray. Amen
Editorial Notes
Crossing The Bar: Poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Organ Solo: Beyond The Sunset
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xXzbDtXECyg&feature=youtu.ben Solo: Beyond The Sunset
Prayer: Franklin D. Curtis
Photo: Taken at our Summer Cottage ,in Michael’s Harbor,
(To gain a further understanding of the meditation that follows, a reading of the suggested scriptures will be most helpful)
Acts 17: 26 – 28
LUKE 7: 1 – 10
He was not far from the house when the centurion sent friends to say to Him: Lord, don’t trouble yourself, for I do not deserve to have You come under my roof.
Jesus said to the crowd following Him, ” I tell you, I have not found such great faith even in Israel.” Luke 7: 7 & 9
The winds of God are blowing in this New Testament story. All the characters here are like so many ships waiting for the wind to fill their sails, and carry them God knows where.
And now, some two thousand years afterward each one of us who considers that “it is in God we live and move and have our being.” (Acts 17:28) We wait and ponder, how can that mystery come to be our experience.
The Jews were waiting for the fierce winds of political change to rise again. The centurion was expecting the reactionary winds of the revolutionaries to rise again. The Centurion’s slave was waiting to see whether the temperamental wind of his master’s mood will bring him life or death. The vast majority were waiting, just waiting for they knew not what!
Suddenly the wind arrives from an entirely unanticipated direction, thereby rescuing the scene from being recorded in someone’s diary as just another dreary day. The wind carries several of these unsuspecting characters into the deeper waters of spiritual experience.
And if the truth be known now, this is the same irresistible longing that inspires many to search for the Spirits leading: ” For in God we live and move and have our being.” (Acts 17: 28)
Spirit of the living God, Fall afresh on me. Spirit of the living God, Fall afresh on me. Break me, melt me, Mold me, fill me, Spirit of the living God, Fall afresh on me. (2)
When God answers that request, no longer are people idly waiting ‘like painted ships upon a painted ocean.’ The winds of God will fill the sails of their souls, and embolden them to engage in the building of God’s Kingdom to promote His glory.
From the outset, it is of vital importance to pay close attention to the direction from whence the wind of the Spirit comes.The Jewish people had waited for generations in anticipation of God’s Messiah! They await the first traces of dignity and respect to herald the beginning of God’s reign! They await some mighty warrior to unleash the chains of oppression so that they might live as God’s chosen people.
It is incredulous that the first indication of a new day dawning for them comes from the same direction as their greatest torment and their despair – from a Roman Centurion’s barracks!
Consider how difficult the situation is in the hour of their awakening. The atmosphere is tense. Everywhere there is suspicion and fear that is almost palpable. Political and religious considerations electrify the air they breathe! The Jewish population, known among themselves to be ‘the Chosen of God,’ are now being considered no more than Roman subjects with potent anti – Roman sentiments. And to have a Roman centurion stand sentry over their community, monitoring their every activity, brings suspicion and hatred into their souls.
The Jewish people, much to their chagrin, discover that this centurion is uncharacteristically friendly, naturally compassionate, and sincerely considerate even towards the least and the last. This fact defies all logic, the people conclude. There must be some ulterior motive for this behavior! This fellow is a gentleman, besides being a centurion. And these are essential facts that one must consider. There is such incongruence here. How can there be a gentleman of Roman descent, and a Roman Centurion, at that? He is entirely outside the realm of possibility concerning the hopes and beliefs of the Jewish religion. Who knows what kind of God this fellow worships? He is different from them, and yet he possesses some qualities which they can only hope that one day will be theirs also. Perhaps the safest strategy will be to treat this fellow as ‘an island unto himself.’
The tenderness that the Centurion shows towards his sick servant cannot be ignored by anyone anywhere. His response breaks through all legal requirements of a master-servant relationship and demonstrates ‘love’ towards one of much lower rank.
Nothing affects relationships like observing one person giving to another the love and respect which makes that person as complete as God created him to be.
The frost begins to lose its grip and soon throughout the community, relationships start to change for the good.
The biting criticisms, the mistrust, the innuendoes begin to lose an active voice. The one they were contemplating making an island unto himself is already constructing an indestructible bridge between his heart and theirs. On the building site of the new Jewish synagogue in Capernaum, where the busy Jewish laborers are hard at work, is the Centurion lending a helping hand A gentle wind from heaven is beginning to stir.
It is intriguing to consider how the beauty in one individual’s life can awaken a similar vision in the spirit of others. David, the ancestor of these Jews, experiences, many years before, that same mystery, and writes about it, ‘the deep calls unto deep in the roar of Your waterfalls as Your waves sweep over me.” Only the deep will respond to the deep, anything that does not issue from the depth cannot touch the depths.’ A beauty lying so close to the surface of the Centurion’s life awakens the beauty in the lives of his Jewish acquaintances, which cruel political circumstances are threatening to destroy.
It is God’s Presence within each person that makes ONE all nations on earth. The deep things of God in one calls unto the deep things of God in another! We must learn how to distinguish the sounds of suspicion, and hatred and selfishness from the sound of the ‘still small voice of God’s approach.
The ways of coercion and force from the Romans to submit, and engage in the worship of the emperor, threatened to annihilate the experience of God’s chosen path for many of His people. It is imperative to give recognition to the patience, the gentleness and the loving way by which God enables this centurion, to bring the golden touch of kindness and beauty into the Gospel Narrative.
Threats and punishments are never acceptable means of bringing another into the presence of God. The centurion’s response when we trace it to its origin, reveals a spiritual source! The ability to show such empathy as he does originates deep within the person whose essence remains in the hands of his Creator!
It is God who chooses this Centurion, and prepares him to show to the world the relevance of the Gospel to change the way individuals see one another, and the way they see their world. It is God who sows the seed of belief in the Centurion that Jesus can, and will bring healing to his beloved servant, and it is God who inscribes on this outsiders heart the message that love conquers all hate and division. It is God who gives to this prominent official the Grace to remain humble and to continue to be a tyro in the unfolding mystery of God’s plan for His creation.
All of this reveals that God reserves for Himself the right to choose the direction of the wind!
A sobering silence falls upon us as we consider how those who are waiting for a fuller demonstration of God, catch a glimpse of God’s will and purpose for the world, from one who is a foreigner, an outsider, an immigrant. ! Concerning this Centurion, Jesus said to the crowd following Him, ” I tell you, I have not found such great faith even in Israel.” It is God’s Presence within each person that makes ONE, all nations on earth.’ (3)
For so the whole round earth is every way
Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
“If thou shouldst never see my face again,
Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer
Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice
Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
For what are men better than sheep or goats
That nourish a blind life within the brain,
If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer
Both for themselves and those who call them friend?
For so the whole round earth is every way
Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
But now farewell”(4)
A Prayer To Follow This Meditation
Father, it thrills our souls, like when one hears the soaring crescendos of the Hallelujah Chorus bursting upon his ears for the first time : “God has made peoples of all nations to live together and to share the face of this planet as ONE. None can arrogate to themselves a higher and more excellent origin than another. Father, forgive that relic of arrogant blindness which still insists that ” there is something greater for the human race than being created in Your Image, O God. Some want to BE God!
Lord, teach us to beware of those whose minds can “make a Hell of Heaven and a Heaven of Hell’.
Father, forgive those who distort the message of Jesus with an obsessive care of self while condemning all others of different race and creed as being unworthy to receive minimal concern. In Your mercy, return to this world the heart of ‘the Good Shepherd, and provide more people for service, whose hearts are prepared to act in love as Jesus, did.
Let the Strains Of A Hallelujah Chorus burst upon Your world again to obliterate the noise and rumors of war. Let it mark the celebration of Your Kingdom Come and Your Will done here on earth as it is in Heaven. In Jesus Name. Amen
Hymn: Blest Be The Tie That Binds
Editorial Notes
1. Here and throughout this meditation the quotations from The Holy Bible are from the New International Translation
2. Spirit Of The Living God http://www.lyricsfreak.com/r/religious+music/spirit+of+the+living+god_20887570.htm
3. See 1. Above
4. Le Morte d’Arthur
Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.
5. Photo: Robert’s Arm, NDB., Newfoundland. Taken summer 2017.
( To gain a further understanding of the meditation that follows, a reading of the suggested scriptures will be most helpful)
Acts 16:19 – 34
Psalm 144: 1 – 15
He is my loving God and my fortress,
my stronghold and my deliverer,
my shield, in whom I take refuge. Ps.144: 2
About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the other prisoners were listening to them. Suddenly there was a violent earthquake ..Acts 16:23
This Psalm is a moving expression of one individual’s discovery of the impact that God’s envisioned purpose makes upon life. So awe-inspiring is the vision of human life, which God reveals to him, that David is in a state of ecstatic disbelief. “Is it possible, that what he glimpses now is a plausible expectation of human life? ” What is man that You, God, care for him, or the son of man that You think of him? Can creatures whose days are like ‘a fleeting shadow, a mere breath,’ ever accomplish such magnificence, that will endure the test of time? Even though the Creator is the author of the brevity of human existence, nevertheless, He appoints humankind to an indispensable obligation in the unfoldment of His end plan for this world. We shall realize that the will which the Creator reveals to David, finds total consummation in the Life, Death, and Resurrection of Jesus.
The introductory verses of Psalm 144 will appear to many to be utterly devoid of any trace of religious piety. Here we learn that the impetus for David’s lavish praise of the Almighty is his belief that the Almighty has prepared his “hands for war, and his fingers for battle.” It must be unequivocal that David’s belief does not constitute, in any way, the approval of the Almighty to engage in war as the final resolution of difficult problems. David’s responsive psalm to God goes much deeper than that.
David realizes that the underlying dynamic of his life is an entrance into another stratum of reality, where his physical being is entirely understood and therefore equipped. The idioms of preparing the hands for war and the fingers for battle would be commonplace among an ancient nomadic race where the survival of the fittest is a daily consideration. But how empowering is the belief that humans can, generally speaking, find an open door, which by entering, they can acquire preparation for the tasks which everyday living presents? David, in Psalm 144, reveals that in finding ‘ the door,’leading into a stratum beyond that which is purely physical, he was being accessed by a force of unconditional love, in preparation for tasks yet to be.
Andrea Bocelli, an Italian classical tenor, selling more than 80 million records worldwide, attests to the brilliant success of an outstanding artist. In 1998, Bocelli was named ‘one of “PEOPLE’S” 50 most beautiful people.
Sometime before his birth, Andrea’s mother, Edi, suffering from appendicitis, sought medical attention. It was at this time that Mrs. Bocelli received advice from her doctor to abort the fetus which she was carrying at the time, because of substantial evidence that the child would be born with a disability. Andrea’s mother refused the advice. Sometime later the child was born with a severe vision defect. By the time he celebrated his 12th birthday, Andrea Bocelli was entirely blind.
Bocelli is a devout Catholic whose faith informs many – if not most – aspects of his life.
” Faith holds first place in my life.
I do not think anyone can ever do
anything without the help and will
of God.”(2)
Millions, the world over are enraptured by the sound of that magnificent voice singing:
‘ Amazing grace, how sweet the sound,
that saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I am found;
was blind but now I see.”(3)
There is another truth needing an emphasis here. It is this; Every individual who successfully finds access to that ‘ other strata’ of existence, and thereby sees God, leaves the influence of that encounter as a blessing in the world, even after they depart hence and are no more.
This world is not a solid orb drifting aimlessly in uncharted space. It more resembles a honeycomb, whose interior is housing undeniable evidence that God always finds the right solution to fulfill His will for individuals, and His purpose for this world. This world is being made a better place because of the permanent effects left behind any person’s encounter with the living God, whether one realizes it or not. That is a part of the divine mystery of God’s unconditional love.
Neither is this earth, to recall a phrase of the poet, George MacDonald, ” a place of tombs.” (3)The earth is not a place where human frailties and disabilities inter our fondest dreams and highest hopes. If instead, we find here on earth “a fortress, a stronghold, and a loving God,” as David did, then we experience victory for ourselves, and renewed hope for the world. There is no frailty or disability in the experience of any human that can diminish the willingness and the power of God to affect. God’s presence prepares David’s physical body to meet the challenges that his present situation demands, and you are no different, and the promise is no less sure. Is it fading memory? slowing footsteps? dimming vision? – Nothing can separate you from the love of God.
The whole of the Old Testament and David, himself, are but shadows of the revelation that Jesus more perfectly completes. Jesus demonstrates this truth that George MacDonald so eloquently expresses: ” this earth is not a place of tombs.” The only people who find it so, are those who have forgotten, or perhaps have never known, that God is not finished with us yet! And that is precisely why God raised Jesus from the dead! Behold men, who Behold God! They are never defeated! On they go from strength to strength!
A PRAYER TO FOLLOW THIS MEDITATION
No prison wall is thick enough to keep You away from me, O Loving God; no binding chains are strong enough to shackle the eagle within me, from soaring above the thunder clouds to find You.
I have seen that in the darkest night You surround us with examples of other humans, who are leaving Heaven’s door ajar, inviting us to share in their victory and find restoration in You.
( 4)Peter and Silas were in a dark Roman dungeon. They were wounded and bleeding, the victims of violent injustice. Father, how mightily You trained them and equipped them for that offensive hour. There must have been a chorus of Angels on hand to strengthen the sounds of praising and singing issuing from that inner dungeon. Prepare us, Lord, so that in our most hopeless situations the victory that always comes from You, will be a true celebration. If we live in You, we will keep rising from the dead. Amen.
Hymn: Amazing Grace – Andrea Bocelli
Editorial Notes
1. Here and elsewhere throughout this text,
all quotes from THE HOLY BIBLE are
from the NEW INTERNATIONAL
TRANSLATION, (NIV)
2. Andrea Bocelli. Quoted in an article: Andrea
Bocelli – Wikipedia:https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andrea_Bocelli
3.George MacDonald in ” A Prayer for the Past
( To gain a further understanding of the meditation that follows, a reading of the suggested scriptures will be most helpful)
Luke 13: 31 – 35
“O Jerusalem, Jerusalem,…….how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you were not willing !” (1)
Restlessness is almost a definition of our humanness. Perhaps it is restlessness that differentiates us most of all from our Creator. The Divine Spirit rests after brooding over the deep, to create all things. Our rest is mostly spasmodic and seldom serene. It is restlessness, like the waves of an ever ebbing sea that best characterizes the human condition.
There is an uneasiness here on earth that is generic! It comes all unbidden, even as the world tries to make us comfortable, and gain that ” at home” feeling. The world’s consuming embrace soon reveals the phantom-like quality of its promises until one becomes disillusioned and filled with restlessness. Then there begins the endless quest for something more.
We make concerted efforts to curb our discontent, and on occasion, we enjoy some temporary relief.
For the poet, John Masefield, a trip on his challenging sea is all that is needed. Others find a meandering stroll down memory’s lane to enjoy the reveries of some far off yesterday is enough to restore life’s peace and tranquility. Still others, like Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, find complete release from restlessness in the pages of some treasured book:
Come read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.
Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.
And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs
And silently steal away. (2)
But in the morning the delicate equilibrium steals away with the evening star.
The book providing yesterday’s pleasure is closed! The too-brief sea voyage ends! Someone or something awakens us from our reveries, and chaos and perplexities come again to knock upon life’s door!
We learn from Luke’s Gospel account of the life and times of Jesus, that human restlessness is not a sign that God forgets us. In the words of Jesus to the people of Jerusalem, He expresses the exact empathy and tenderness we humans crave. The illustrative picture that follows is God’s response to the chronic restlessness of the human spirit:
” O Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
how often I have longed to gather
your children together, as a hen
gathers her chicks under her wings,
but you were not willing.”(3)
It is a common conclusion of many who undertake a reading of the New Testament, that Jesus is something ‘completely OTHER’ than human. Therefore, all the mores and standards associated with Him lie beyond a human’s ability to achieve. I suggest rather that this image is the result of observing life from a vantage point above the restlessness and the chaos of the world. This vantage point ‘above,’ what we now are, is the result of one’s finding God. And consequently, we view life, with all the glorious possibilities our Creator sees. It is imperative that we understand that herein lies the only hope for the human race.
Under ‘the wings of God’ there is no tension based on the color of one’s skin; or how many millions one can lay claim to, while his brothers and sisters suffer the pains of starvation; no race towards the production of weapons of mass destruction to settle human-made dilemmas.
The gross misunderstandings, the partial truths, the warped and twisted ideas permeating the ancient city of Jerusalem, thrust the local populace into a sea of confusion, restlessness, and despair.
Jesus shows us the true meaning of empathy. Empathy does not mean to observe from the outside what lies inside a broken heart, or the longing to find some certainty in the quagmire of constant change. The essential meaning of empathy, Jesus demonstrates, is to take the offending circumstances that belong to other people, and graft them into one’s own experience long enough to put upon them, the mark of that spirit. Then upon their return to their owner, by the Grace of God, they will inspire victory.
During the Crucifixion, when mob hysteria reigns in the boisterous, and unthinking crowds, Jesus endures their insults and accusations. He silently gathers all inside Himself. Finally, He responds to His tormentors, and indeed to the world, by offering the most gracious moment ever lived. He impregnates the noxious air that is invading everything, with the prayer: “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.”
Our experiences of restlessness, whatever initiates them, need never be supplemented by any fear of God’s forgetfulness. We forget that God is always present in Jesus Christ, to gather us within the shelter of Himself, and thereby provide for us the peace that passes all understanding. As a hen gathers her brood under her wings, so He desires to shelter each of us.
In the end, however, our peace of mind and serenity of soul is contingent upon our willing obedience in this life. The full meaning of life becomes apparent only “In Him,” from ‘UNDER HIS WINGS! It is here alone that we can learn ‘To Be As He Is’ and therefore ‘Do As He Does!’ Our lives are to be the conduits of His unconditional love, and continuously drawing from the deep well of His empathy we must go out into the troubled world to bear one another burdens. Only in this way can we bring peace to the restless world.
There is a profound thought captured in a poem titled: “THE PULLEY” by the 14-century poet, George Hebert:
” When God at first made man,
Having a glass of blessings standing by;
‘Let us, said He, ‘pour on him all we can:
Let the world’s riches, which dispersed lie,
Contract into a span’.
So strength first made a way;
Then beauty flow’d , then wisdom, honor, pleasure:
When almost all was out, God made a stay,
Perceiving that, alone of all his treasure
Rest at the bottom lay
‘ For if I should,’ said He,
‘Bestow this jewel also on my creature,
He would adore My gifts instead of Me,
And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature:
So both should losers be.’
‘Yet let him keep all else,
But keep them with repining restlessness:
Let him be rich and weary, that at least,
If goodness lead him not, yet weariness
May toss him to my breast. (4)
Prayer to Follow This Meditation
O God, our Father
May the Peace of Your Heavenly Home come once more to change the world, we now call ‘home.’
Many of Your children are afraid, disillusioned and beginning to despair. They hear grown men shouting at each other and threatening one other with utter destruction. ‘ Man’s inhumanity to man’ is exploding everywhere. Everywhere, greedy people flaunt their wealth while infants in the global village or on the next street cannot find milk to sustain life. There are governments glassy-eyed over the promised revenue to be gained from legalizing substances that may well increase the wailing because of lives similarly destroyed and broken by addictions. O God of all mercy, show us the way of Peace.
Show us again that Heaven’s Peace is not the “greenhouse” variety that too soon fades. Show us once more that Heaven’s Peace is the product of LOVE. Love that binds together all who bear Your Image. O God, Please, for Your sake, and for ours, hasten the reign of Your Peace on earth. Through Jesus Christ, our Lord, AMEN.
Sweet Peace The Gift Of God
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1.All quotations from The Holy Bible are from The New International Version, NIV
2. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow in “DAY IS DONE,” stanzas 7,9 &11. Bartleby.com
3. See #1 above
4.George Herbert in ‘THE PULLEY’
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44370/the-pulley
Photo: taken at our summer cottage at Michael’s Harbour, Newfoundland , August, 2017.
(To gain a further understanding of the meditation that follows, a reading of the indicated scriptures will be most helpful)
Luke 17: 15. One of them, when he saw that he was healed, came back, praising God in a loud voice. He threw himself at Jesus’ feet and thanked Him – and he was a Samaritan.
Psalm 139: 1 -14. I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made. (1)
Thomas Moore is an American psychotherapist who writes and lectures in the fields of archetypal psychology, mythology and imagination. In a classic work of his, he makes some poignant observations about the use of the imagination in caring for the soul. No one can perform the essential task of caring for the soul, without a willingness to seek to understand how the soul manifests itself, and how it functions.
The soul’s instrument, Moore suggests, is neither the mind nor the body but the imagination: “Often when imagination twists the commonplace into a slightly new form, suddenly we see soul where formerly it was hidden.”(2)
Let us use our imagination in this story recorded in the New Testament so that we may find help in caring for our souls.
I shall, in as far as it is possible, assume the identity and the character of a former victim of leprosy, who after receiving healing from Jesus returns in exuberance to offer his gratitude.
My name is Zordolf. I am the Samaritan, spoken of by Luke.
I suppose it was important for Luke to make sure you know that I am a Samaritan. That is an important distinction for him to make. You see, a Samaritan to the Jewish people is anathema! The other fact about me , that Luke makes abundantly clear, is that I am forced to live in a colony of lepers. O the bitter irony of it, that I am in the company of nine others of Luke’s fellow countrymen – all with the same dreadful sentence hanging over us! I am not sure whether it is fate or the hand of the Almighty that directs my destiny.
In the lonely darkness of the night, I sometimes pretend that some social decree or religious edict is being planned by God to break down the walls of separation and hatred between people, and in its place will come brotherhood and love! But then, in the morning the brutal truth is there once more! Fellowship in misery takes an incredibly long time to establish!
Inside me I found the strength to swallow back the urge to trade insults. When they deliberately ignore me, I take that moment to deepen friendship with my God and hold on to His hand.
One night as I lay thinking, I was wondering about dying, and what it would be like at the end! Would I be the first one to die, and would there be anyone here in this company to give me a drink of water? Surely death, the great equalizer, will by that time succeed in teaching us all some practical lessons . I quickly and deliberately abandoned my morbidity!
From deep inside me, I heard a voice counseling me: “If you would know what it is like to die, you must first learn how to live.” So, I determined to live every day to the full and to be grateful for every experience each breath delivers! I must respond to an inner prompting to deal gently with my soul. I began to realize a sense of gratitude for this company surrounding me! At the least, I was not alone; we shared a common bond even if it is a most unfortunate one! Perhaps it would open our eyes to realize the other greater bonds we share! I feel a strange urge to re-examine the mistrust, and the dislike they hold against me! Is that entirely somebody else’s fault? Do I just treat them as those whom I believe do despise me and ignore me, and by that reaction keep the fires burning? I determine from this moment to search for some good in each man. I am convinced that somewhere in each lump of clay, diamonds, however small, lie hidden.
One evening as we sat around the fire in our cave I ventured to share my thoughts. “You know,” I began, ” In spite of the fact that people refer to us as “lepers,” we are not “lepers,” we are something much more than that! It is true that we are ten men who have leprosy, but I am not my disease; I am more than that, and so are you. God made us to honor Him, and to love Him, and we must learn to do that even with our leprosy.” Silence fell like a mantle upon each man, and for the first time we later bid each other “good night.” Everything began slowly to change, after that. We sat around the fire and shared many things that are most vital to us. We reminisced about our families, our wives and our children and the friends we made over the years; we spoke of our loyalties, and the dreams we had for our children and the fears that somehow they may get in with bad company. And then each man tells of the day the first signs of leprosy appeared and of the dreams that suddenly became shards. Hope that springs eternal slowly stirs to life within each breast in spite of the mocking insignias.
Last night we shared in a lengthy discussion about life, and how everything works together. One of my Jewish friends, and I am so proud now to use that word, ‘friend,’ quotes a verse from the Book Of Psalms, (Ps:139):
“I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made, Your works are wonderful, I know that fully.” One after the other of my friends spoke with complete candor, and as I listened, I learned much from each of them about life’s mystery. Finally, we broached the subject of the care of the soul. All eyes were upon me, and it became apparent that I was being chosen to introduce this topic. Little did they know, that in the silence that ensued I was asking for the help of my God. I began: “I believe that each one of us consists of three parts – namely, body, soul, and spirit. The spirit is the most important part of all. It is the spirit that makes us human. It is that part of us where God dwells. It is from here we gather faith to live and learn to exude gratitude, love, and brotherhood to the world. The body, on the other hand, connects us to the world of material things. It distorts our vision and makes us see reasons for hate, suspicion, war and division. The world makes vain promises to satisfy our every longing with materials that cannot endure. Separating both the body and the spirit there is the soul. The soul is that part of each person that decides from whence the power and the influence to conduct one’s life comes. If a person listens to the voice that comes from God indwelling him, he lives by faith. Then all the promises of abundant living are his. Furthermore, we learn that when tragedies happen to us, like leprosy, God is there beside us and helps us bear the burden. To listen to the loud thundering roar of the world is to eventually come to the end of your days with nothing but bitterness and disappointment. The soul’s task is to choose which it will be. To take care of the soul is to yield to the gracious influence of the Spirit. Then will you find that God is the giver of the most beautiful gift of all!
Each man bade the others a good night, and I am certain that I heard at least one voice pray the words of the old Hebrew prayer: “Into Thy hands, I commit my spirit.”
It was the very next morning the ten of us experienced such a change we can never forget. We met Jesus! I know that at that moment I was looking into the face of God. There was pity mingled with such amazing love that I became transfixed. When I finally spoke it was barely a whisper: “Jesus, Master, please heal my nine friends of this horrible disease” ……then I quietly added, “and me too if You please.”
I wish just one thing concerning that most miraculous event. If only my nine friends had listened to the voice from deep within themselves . The whole world would echo the beautiful sound of hearts made grateful for the amazing gift they received. But they were so overwhelmed with the gift that they completely forgot the Giver. That day the world missed hearing the beautiful chorus of thanksgiving from awakened souls!
A Prayer To Follow This Meditation
Give us this present moment, O gracious Lord, to do nothing more than to glory in Your creation of this mystery we call the soul!
It is like the fragile swallow’s nest that clings to Your altar and provides protection for our fledgling thoughts, from cynicism and doubts.
Now, the soul is like a majestic eagle that spreads massive pinions to carry it towards the heavens, high above the thunder clouds, to experience the glory of the quiet sun-beams of Your favor.
And then the soul is the mountain of God that looms unchanged and eternal, out of the mists of uncertainty, change, and decay.
The soul is ‘HOME’ because it is meant from the beginning to be Your dwelling place. A place in every human which You have made for Yourself. You wait each day with anticipation and excitement for us to return home, and to tell You about everything that we have learned in the school of life.
Indeed, it is as the Psalm writer said: ” We are fearfully and wonderfully made.”.
Thank You for our creation , and especially for the awesome souls You have entrusted to our care. In Jesus’ name we pray, Amen.
It Is Well With My Soul
Editorial Notes
1. Here and throughout this text, the quotations
from ‘ The Holy Bible’ are from the NEW
INTERNATIONAL VERSION (NIV)
2. THOMAS MOORE in CARE OF THE SOUL. p.
x1x. HarperCollins Publishers
Photo: – Summer cottages at “Black Island Tickle”, Newfoundland, taken July 2017.
(To gain a further understanding of the meditation that follows, a reading of the indicated scriptures will be most helpful)
Genesis 28 : 10 – 22 (1) Matthew 9: 9 (2)
As Jesus went on from there, He saw a man named Matthew sitting at a tax collector’s booth. “Follow Me,” He told him. And Matthew got up and followed Him.
It is most likely that in the retelling of the story of another person’s life, or even one’s own story, that some critical elements fall into the silence. There are private pictures captured by the soul; that words can never convey; there are feelings that run too deep for tears and remain best left for their expression, to tears alone. Some mysteries of life, found in physical objects, gain an almost sacred status to a person. William Wordsworth’s pastoral poem “Michael,”
presents just such a truth. The poem tells the story of an aging shepherd, Michael, and his only child, Luke. When Luke reached the age of eighteen, Michael decides to send him away from home. Some years previously, a debt incurred by Michael now threatened the future of their farm. The plan was for Luke to move from home and live with a merchant to prepare him in financial matters, and thereby help assure the future stability of the home situation. Before his departure, Michael had Luke lay the cornerstone for the sheepfold they were planning to build together. Away from home, Luke falls in with unfavourable companions. Consequently, in time it became necessary for him to flee to another country. It is the unfinished sheepfold that silently proclaims the old man’s heartbreak.
“’Tis’ not forgotten yet
The pity which was then in every heart
For the old Man—and ’tis believed by all
That many and many a day he thither went,
And never lifted up a single stone.
There, by the Sheepfold, sometimes was he seen
Sitting alone, or with his faithful Dog,
Then old, beside him, lying at his feet.
The length of full seven years, from time to time,
He at the building of this sheepfold wrought,
And left the work unfinished when he died.” (3)
Every human attempt to produce a complete image of “Michael’s” life, must prepare for a glaring deficit if words are the only permitted vehicle of expression.
Similarly any attempt to write the biography of
Matthew, one of the twelve disciples of Jesus, must have consideration for such phases that go beyond the ability of mere words to express.
Almost for certain the tax- collector’s booth in Capernaum remains a catalyst for touching memories to the end of Matthew’s life. It is here that a life-changing event has its beginning. It is at this tax-collector’s booth that the search for ‘Missing Matthew’ starts. It is here, in another more important way, that Matthew is found.
The Roman authorities are at the scene in an instant. There is an immediate consensus among them that this is the another light-fingered employee. But the mystery of the missing man named Matthew only deepens.
Scrutiny of the ledgers provides an accurate accounting for every penny and every debtor. What now? Ask the public for help? Had anybody noticed any suspicious behavior taking place in, or around that vicinity of late? No revealing evidence is forthcoming. Then, in a casual conversation, someone chances to mention catching sight of ‘The Nazarene’ in town. The government ledgers yield no information about any interaction with any Nazarene.
The most important business transaction of the hour was not to be found in any written ledger anywhere on earth but indelibly written on one man’s heart and in Heaven’s records. That man is Matthew.
Matthew will never forget what he saw, and what he felt inside himself the day he stood facing the young man Jesus, on the other side of the wicket gate. One look into Jesus’ eyes set him free from the cramped quarters of the tax collector’s booth. In those eyes, Matthew saw freedom,
peace, and serenity, like quiet mountain streams, deep and clean. The look on Jesus’ face reflects something about humanity that Matthew has almost forgotten; pity, mercy, and love.
The intensity of the moment dawns upon Matthew when he recalls the experience of his forefather
Jacob. One evening while fleeing in absolute fear from his brother, Esau, Jacob lay down to sleep, with a stone for his pillow. In the darkness, Jacob had a dream, in which he saw a ladder stretching between Heaven and earth. Heaven’s comfort and assurance continues throughout the night. Jacob takes his pillow of stone in the morning and sets it apart from all others, saying,” Surely the Lord was in this place, and I knew it not.” In reverential silence Matthew whispers. “Surely the Lord Is in this place……Who will ever believe it? The Lord’s secret stairway into my life is a tax collector’s booth.”
We never decidedly choose where, or in what way we will become aware of God’s Secret Stairway into our lives. It wouldn’t be a secret if we knew, now would it? But there is a stairway God reserves for Himself, and I pray that you, one day soon, will rejoice to see it!
“We may not climb the heavenly steeps
To bring the Lord Christ down;
In vain we search the lowest deeps,
For Him, no depths can drown.
But warm, sweet, tender, even yet
A present help is He;
And faith has still its Olivet,
And love its Galilee.
The healing of the seamless robe
Is by our beds of pain;
We touch Him in life’s throng and press,
And we are whole again.
O Lord and Master of us all,
Whate’er our name or sign,
We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call,
We test our lives by Thine!” (4)
Prayer To Follow This Meditation
Father, thank You for opening Heaven’s door to me and for coming down Your secret stairway. Sometimes I am too busy, or too afraid, or too preoccupied to even think about You. Your secret stairway permits me now to expect You to come, and perhaps sit at my table any day, or to join in the company of my family or friends at any time.
In the Garden, where His friends entombed the body of Jesus following His Crucifixion, Mary went to mourn and to weep. It was there, at the site of her expected devastating grief, she discovered Your secret stairway into her life.
Father, thank You for leaving Heaven’s Door ajar for me, so that I may always have easy access to You. You have decreed that the traffic on Your secret stairway can go in two directions.
Give us the faith, and the courage to believe.
In Jesus Name we pray. Amen.
Hymn: A Mighty Fortress Is Our God
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Editorial Notes
1 & 2. Here and throughout the text that follows all
quotations from THE HOLY BIBLE are from THE
NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION (NIV)
3. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. In “MICHAEL.”
English Poetry 11: From Collins to Fitzgerald
The Harvard Classics 1909-14 372 .Michael
4. JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. In “WE MAY NOT CLIMB THE HEAVENLY STEEPS.”https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-may-not-climb-the-heavenly-steeps/
Photo: The Chapel Of The Holy Cross, Sedona, Arizona. taken November,2016.
(To gain a further understanding of the meditation that follows, a reading of the indicated scriptures would be most helpful. In addition, the Editorial Notes at the end of this post may provide further understanding)
Joshua 5: 9 – 12 Luke 15: 11 – 32
It is easy enough for humans to get trapped in the labyrinth of life, and then spend the remainder of their days decrying the seeming futility of it all. But suppose there is no such thing as a useless experience for any human on this earth – no lost good, no forgotten hope! What if a sojourn in the labyrinth is, after all, the highway to the kingdom of success and incredible fulfillment!
The Story of Joshua referenced above makes us aware of forces that batter the lives of the ancient Hebrews. Lost in the ‘slave pens’ of the Delta for generations, God’s chosen race is free at last. But that is not the end of the labyrinth. A forty-year trek through a pitiless, scorching desert is just beginning.
Is there a Divinity behind all that? Is there a purpose behind the wailing and the crying? How can any of those experiences be shaping a destiny? Forty years in the scorching desert, enduring the blistering scouring of driving sand – while still trying to keep alive a vision of a new place to call home – seems far beyond the most rudimentary understanding of fairness or decency. From the desert’s red-hot crucible of experience, individuals emerge reshaped into a community.
Let it never be forgotten, that all through these formative years a Divinity is shaping their destiny. Every day, in one corner of the scene or another, the Hand of God is in evidence: wiping the tears of a child, giving a song of victory to some over-laden soul, or laying ‘Bread from Heaven’ at the doorstep of some hungry family. Above all else, Divinity is the one thing needed to make sure that “Hope springs eternal in the human breast.” God is keeping them alive for an end that He alone can see. Apart from those momentary glimpses of God, they are destined to succumb to the tortures of futility. This truth has even further application.
The world’s pre-eminent dramatist, William Shakespeare, creates his famous character Hamlet as one hopelessly lost in the maze of belittling and disgusting behavior. He proceeds through his swiftly moving years – sometimes pensive, but never committed; often hot-headed, but never serene. Then one day there is a moment of startling profundity. Hamlet utters an immortal truth!
“There’s a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will.” (Act 5, Scene 2)
Hamlet is acknowledging that there are many things out of his control and that in the end, it is God who will determine our destinies. Even though the rough-hewn years of Hamlet’s life are self-appointed, this can never nullify the abiding fact: there is a Divinity that shapes life – Hamlet’s, and ours too.
Again, it is a fact of divinity shaping lives that provides the impetus for the telling of one of the greatest love stories ever told. This story, commonly known as “The Story Of The Prodigal Son”, is told by Jesus, the Master of Life. The younger of two sons in their father’s employ grows restless and responds to a call for adventure and unfettered freedom. He takes every step, in his mind, to ensure that this farewell will be forever. He takes everything he owns, and everything that the future and his father’s love might yet provide, and heads into the twilight.
The gaping entry into the labyrinth is always deceptive. Friends are waiting to introduce him to all kinds of new adventures. Away the young man goes, dancing his merry way. Away from home, away from decency, away from respectability. He is so inebriated with all “the good times,” that he doesn’t notice how narrow and restricting the maze is becoming. Soon there is barely room for one to travel alone, all alone. It is at that precise moment, Jesus tells us : He came to himself, and said, ‘How many of my father’s hired servants have enough bread, and to spare, and here I am dying from hunger. I will arise and go to my Father.’ There is divinity, shaping a life that was self-inflicted with rough-hewn experiences. For what purpose did Divinity shape the young lad’s decision processes? What is the purpose of reshaping his life, or any life? It has everything to do with destiny. That destiny is to finally know the Love of God that transforms every life into a thing of extreme beauty. In the service for the Lord that follows, even the scars from the rough-hewn wounds will speak eloquently of the Divinity that shapes our lives.
“With mercy and with judgment
My web of time He wove,
And aye the tears of sorrow
Were lustered by His Love;
I’ll bless the hand that guided,
I’ll bless the heart that planned,
When throned where glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel’s Land.
O Christ, He is the fountain,
The deep, sweet well of love!
The streams on earth Ive tasted
More deep Ill drink above:
There to an ocean fullness
His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Emmanuels land.” Amen.
Prayer To Follow This Meditation
Open my eyes today that I may see You
In all Your Glory,
my ears that I may hear You, offering Love to replace malignant hate,
my mouth that I may speak from the casket of my heart where You have stored the treasures
of Your Love and Your Peace!
You are providing the way out of this labyrinth that is tearing apart this severely wounded world. Give us the courage to arise and come back to You. With humility may we sit at Your Table and receive from Your Hand our daily bread, thereby rejecting the offer to select sustenance from the contaminated menu of this world. In Jesus’ Name we pray. Amen.
Editorial Notes
1. The Holy Bible. Here and throughout this discourse, the quotes from Scripture are from The New International Translation Of Scripture, NIV.
2.William Shakespeare. In The Tragedy Of Hamlet Prince Of Denmark. Act 5, Scene 2
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( To gain a complete understanding of the meditation that follows, a reading of the indicated scriptures will be most helpful)
Job 42: 1 – 6 Mark 12: 41 – 44
“Calling his disciples to him, Jesus said, ‘I tell you the truth, this poor widow has put more into the treasury than all the others. They all gave out of their wealth; but she, out of her poverty, put in everything – all she had to live on.’ Mark 12:43
What in the world was she thinking? What has taken her rational faculties hostage? What is it in human nature that makes some willing to sacrifice everything, even life itself?
To satisfy this inquiry, it will require more than anthropological research. Nor will a careful review of political ideology provide an incisive reason for the self-sacrificing action of any kind. However, our present inquiry into the behavior of this particular individual requires a survey from a higher elevation than anything that is of human understanding alone. It is, after all, the Master of Life who acclaims her action in giving away everything, even though this action may be perceived as detrimental to her future well being. Will there come a time, perhaps, as early as her next meal time, when she may well regret her decision?
This choice, according to Jesus, is undertaken to satisfy the urgency of her soul to contribute to the Temple Treasury.
Consider the dynamic in any person, that presents itself as being more important than the preservation of physical life. In that endeavor, it is not forbidden to us to listen at the door of this particular person’s life, to learn the secret of what is within her soul. To accomplish this, we will have to supplement the few facts recorded about her, with the use of our imaginations, upon which we implore the guidance of God’s Spirit.
It will be helpful for our present discussion to create a name for this Jewish lady, so from here on she shall be known to us as Elizabeth. The Hebrew name Elizabeth means “My God Is Bountiful.” Even a cursory glance at the brief story lends itself to a conclusion that this is an appropriate name for her.
Elizabeth may well be one of those who reflects William Wordsworth’s description of newborns coming into this world, trailing the evidence of Heaven’s glory:
“The Soul that rises with us, our
life’s star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of Glory do we come
From God, who is our Home.” (2)
However, unlike the newborns described by Wordsworth, who too soon lose the suggestion of Heaven’s likeness, Elizabeth is destined to reflect that quality throughout adulthood. Whether it is a natal characteristic of Elizabeth, or something born out of necessity to deal with life’s hard knocks, Elizabeth owns a unique and special relationship with God. So authentically beautiful is that attitude towards God that Jesus, the Master of Life, identifies it as a liberal investment of Heaven’s riches. It is evident that this lady proves every day that her God is bountiful! She can proudly claim her ancestry with David, the Psalm writer, who understood life in this way: “In the shelter of Your Presence, God, You hide me.” ( Psalm 31: 21).
The loneliness and the devastating pain of loss have left their scars upon her. Ask her whose hands are even now applying the balm required for slow-healing wounds. Scanty meals and insufficient resources are her constant companions. But not a worry for her, mind you, rather they are daily conversation pieces between her and the unseen Guest at every table. Elizabeth could never allow her inner life, for any reason, to sever ties with the personal love of God.
“Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, neither height nor depth, will separate her from the love of God.”
( Romans 8: 39).
Be assured that Elizabeth would never, in a thousand years, permit the slightest semblance of the attitude of her critics to come anywhere near her! That soulless rationality was a complete anathema to her! No dawn ever brought a need severe enough, and no twilight could bring unrest disturbing enough, for her to look anywhere but within the fortress of her soul, where her Bountiful God was faithfully on guard.
Do you suppose the soulless rationality of onlookers prompts Jesus’ comparison of the value of Elizabeth’s gift to all the others made that day? An inner life severed from the personal love of God is necessarily impersonal, legalistic, and abstract. A religion that becomes purely rationalistic becomes hostile to life. A soulless rationality will never inspire one soul to discover “the love so amazing so divine, that demands the soul, the life, the all.”
Present circumstances, in many ways, suggest that Western Christianity is falling into the shadows of this world’s eclipse. Now is the time for all those who preserve the glory of Heaven in their lives, to speak unabashedly of the same.
Let them daily live by their soul’s conviction that the greatest response they can make to the world’s brokenness and sorrow is to offer the gift of God through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
Prayer To Follow This Meditation
Father, Job was confident that he knew everything possible to know about You. He listened to the voices of earthly wisdom expounding popular views of eternal things. He listened to soothsayers propound their personal conclusions about the way the human race should be. And Father, Job was confused!
But yet, we still have not learned the one essential lesson, that Job did in the end! It is not what all others have to say about God and eternal things that matter most! It is what one sees when he looks inside himself. This experience may well produce the vision of God heaping blessings upon one from His abundant store. Mere rational thoughts about God fall silent then, as Job’s did, and in their stead we will cry out: “I heard about You with the hearing of my ears, but now I have seen You with my own eyes.” (Job 42: 5)
Amen, So let it be.
Footnotes
1. Scripture references in this text are from the
NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION, NIV of The
Holy Bible.
2. William Wordsworth. In INTIMATIONS OF
IMMORTALITY. Section v in “IMMORTAL
POEMS OF ENGLISH LANGUAGE”.
Edited by Oscar Williams. First printing
July 1952.
( To gain fuller understanding of the text that follows a reading of the following Scriptures will be necessary)
Matthew 9:35 – 10: 1- 8 As you go, preach this message:” The Kingdom of Heaven is near. Heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse those who have leprosy, drive out demons. Freely you have received, freely give.”
Colossians 1:24 – 29 the glorious mystery, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory.
It is a scene from His immediate environment that dictates to Jesus the need for immediate action.” When He saw the crowds, He had compassion on them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd.” (Matt.9:36). The action that follows is the naming and assigning of twelve men to that scene, as His disciples.
Jesus saw people; helpless people, adrift everywhere on a tormenting sea. There were some with gaunt expressions from trying too hard for too long, with no measurable results. He saw people on their way to sit with the dying, but who had little, or nothing to offer by way of the promise of immortality. Jesus saw the broken and the diseased who daily stormed the gates of the eternal city, with one persistent question, “Why?” Jesus saw disease and death stalking through the land like the legendary giant of the Philistines. It was written large on all their faces:” Who will slay our Goliath?” Everything that Jesus saw in that hour demands supra-human strength to address! Indeed, such malignant darkness requires a supernatural intervention.
Is it some angel of heavenly light and glory that is chosen to address this daunting crisis? No! Oh, amazing wonder, it is ordinary, and for the most part, ignorant men that Jesus selects for this mission. (Acts 4:13)
Who, from among the ranks of everyday people can ever imagine such a mission to be their destiny? The Old Testament Records document the reluctance of such men as Moses and Jonah, to ever consider such divine appointments. The Divine utterance,”Certainly, I will be with you,” provides some consolation; nonetheless, it leaves them still with lingering reservations.
We will never begin to understand the divine commission of Jesus, and the disciples ” going out” to face such unspeakable challenges until we are aware of the driving motive behind it all.
In the final analysis, the propulsive thrust behind this mission is the ‘ compassion’ of Jesus: “When He saw the crowds, He had compassion on them.” True, the disciples see the same scene as did Jesus. They see the misfortune of their fellow countrymen and women.They see their pain, their misery, and the sorrow afflicting them, and they do feel pity for them.
However, there is considerable difference between ‘ pity ‘ and
‘ compassion .’ Pity belongs more to the reality of our shared humanity. Each is a part of the human family, inhabitants together of this earth. ‘ Compassion’ belongs more to a consideration of our spiritual inheritance, and our cohabitation with God in our spirits. “In God, we live, and move, and have our being.” (Acts 17:28). What Jesus sees is more than cases of leprosy, mental illnesses. sorrow and loss. He sees God before He sees anyone or anything else. God holds each broken piece of humanity in His arms until they regain their true identity as Children of The Kingdom. This image is the epitomizing action of the Kingdom of God in the midst of the people.And that is the message Jesus instructs his disciples to deliver, thereby substantiating the actions they undertake. ” As you go,” He instructs the disciples, ” Preach this message: ‘The Kingdom of Heaven is near.’ In the Presence of God, in God’s Kingdom, all brokenness affecting the human condition is removed. ( Rev. 21:4) ” He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain , for the old order of things has passed away.”
Images of this world’s brokenness, sorrow, disease, and cruelty in Jesus’ experience ,are juxtaposed with pictures of a perfect resolution.
Alongside the image of some lonely grave where a loved one sleeps, Jesus sees a home of many mansions and the beloved walking beside the Crystal Sea.
But, Alas! For many today this is just a beautiful picture hanging on the wall of a history museum.The message of Pentecost removes the framework, permitting the inclusion of everyday people to receive the Spirit of Christ, as the earlier disciples did, in their preparation for service.The whole of the New Testament is a spiritual event, to recreate the world by the transforming presence of Jesus in human lives. St Paul summarizes the message in this way: ” God has chosen to make known among the Gentiles the glorious riches of this mystery, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory.” ( Colossians 1:27)
From the inestimable wealth of their Master’s spiritual treasures, Jesus’ followers are well-prepared to fulfill the formidable tasks He entrusts to them. And in the meantime demonstrate to the world, through their actions that the Kingdom of God is here. May this be the day, and this the hour when greater numbers of people will discover once more, the vision which God holds of this world.That vision will be fulfilled only by a willingness to appropriate the resources of heaven through Jesus Christ. Amen. So let it be!
“Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed
His tender last farewell,
A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed
With us to dwell.
He came in tongues of living flame
To teach, convince, subdue,
All powerful as the wind He came
As viewless too.
He came sweet influence to impart,
A gracious, willing Guest,
While He can find one humble heart
Wherein to rest.
And His that gentle voice we hear,
Soft as the breath of even,
That checks each fault, that calms each fear,
And speaks of Heav’n.
And every virtue we possess,
And every victory won,
And every thought of holiness,
Are His alone.
Spirit of purity and grace,
Our weakness, pitying, see:
O make our hearts Thy dwelling place
And worthier Thee.”
Prayer To Follow This Meditation
Father, of unspeakable mercy,
We praise You that You have not given up on Your Vision of making this world Your Kingdom like Heaven is. Even though the world in this hour is so twisted out of shape by suspicion and pettiness, Your love will not let us go. “Behold, I make all things new, and the old will pass away.” You keep telling us. Save us from giving up on ourselves, when You hold such strong determination to use ordinary people like us to be catalysts for the new day dawning. In Jesus Name we pray. Amen.
Footnotes
(1)Biblical references throughout this text are from the New International Translation of Scripture. NIV.+
(2) Harriet Auber, 1829 ” OUR BLEST REDEEMER, ERE HE
BREATHED” in Hymnary, The United
Church Of Canada.#162.
Joshua 24: 16 – Then the people answered, “Far be it from us to forsake the Lord to serve other gods! It was the Lord our God himself who brought us and our fathers up out of Egypt, from that land of slavery, and performed those great signs before our eyes.”
When truth triumphs over falsehood, it shines as a beacon of hope in the surrounding darkness. To be a harbinger of such light is to inspire the hope that the Prayer Jesus taught us to pray – “Thy Kingdom Come” – may yet find fulfilment in this world.
The saga of the Hebrews’ journey into the Promised Land presents them with just such a challenge.
Moses is dead! That, in and of itself, is an unfathomable loss. Gone from them is the powerful presence of God’s spokesman. The Hebrews leave a lonely grave somewhere in Moab, and under the leadership of Joshua, they journey towards the new homeland. Even from a distance, they become aware of the different world view awaiting them in their future home. The atmosphere is seething with new customs and philosophies – to say nothing of the practices of foreign religions. Where will they find a suitable anchorage for the Truth that liberates? Searching questions come from the lingering shades of new prosperity so close at hand. Is it Providence or mere chance that leads them from slavery to riches? Is the cry of Moses – “Let My People Go” – meant to be the command towards this new temptation for moral and religious freedom? What is Truth? Perhaps manna from Heaven appears in many new forms now, and it is everywhere. Many of them wonder whether it is more appropriate to ‘thank God’ or to ‘thank their lucky stars. The Darkness was dense and threatening. No one could deny that fact, but what to do now is the immediate consideration.
They must consider three alternatives.
1. They can submit to the darkness, as many of them will, or curse the darkness and the day that brought them to it.
2. They can condemn these foreigners and their misguided religions.
3. They can light a candle and let its effulgent rays shine on in the darkness.
“It is better to light one candle than to curse the darkness.”
But where is the ‘candle’ with intensity enough to penetrate this insipid darkness? Some in the company of travellers find it too easy to yield to the darkness, and soon they intensify the struggle for their fellows. Some, however, experience the stirring of new life force in the deepest places of their souls and strike back at the darkness. “Far be it from us to forsake the Lord and serve other gods! It was the Lord our God himself who brought us and our fathers from the land of slavery, and performed great signs before our eyes.” And there it is, a faint glimmer of light in the intense blackness. Even if the masses choose the darkness of the night, even one lighted candle cannot be forgotten. The ingredients to drug the mind into forgetfulness are so abundantly accessible to each one in their company. Is there anything that can intercept that onslaught? What if, in their earlier experience with manna from heaven, a mother holding her starving child in her arms finds life-saving Manna outside the door of her tent? Would she not be likely to respond to her cohorts, “As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord. We know that it is the Lord who works awesome deeds for us.” Would that memory not stimulate others to recall personal happenings that make no sense at all, apart from the fact of the Lord’s doing? If that can happen, causing one after the other to light their candle, soon it will not be the darkness that is most prominent but ‘the lights of a city set on a hill.’ (Matt, 5:14)
It is the most urgent need in this modern day of unimaginable darkness to bear witness to the light that is within our souls and proclaim its source unabashedly. Then the dark demonic forces of our age will have met their match. We need not interrogate our personal experience too extensively to discover some incident of the Lord’s mighty deeds in our lives.
Even at the risk of being too personal, I feel compelled to relay the following experience. But, then, personal experience is all I have that is essentially my own.
At the age of eighteen, I was wrestling with my future career choice. Would I be an engineer, or a teacher, or somehow learn to deal with a persistent nagging in my spirit to be a minister? I tried being a teacher for a year, and while it was a satisfying experience, I decided not to continue in that profession. Perhaps I needed some indication that I should strike ministry from the list as well. At the age of eighteen, I became a lay pastoral minister to three far-flung congregations. I was all alone and scared, yet all the time, a haunting realization persisted that I was not alone. While all of this happening to me was exciting and fulfilling, I kept assuring myself that, in the end, engineering might be “the greatest of the three”.
And then, one close, muggy evening in mid-spring, I had a deeper encounter with the darkness. I was scheduled to be the guest preacher at an ecumenical service. There was a large congregation present, which contributed to the stifling atmosphere inside the church. I stepped into the pulpit to deliver the sermon. At the same moment, a choir member somewhere behind me, deciding that a measure of cool, refreshing air might now be desirable, proceeded to throw wide a window. In came the breeze, and away went my copious supply of sermon notes, and on came the darkness! It was serious, particularly for a boy of eighteen years.
I stood there in the choking silence for a moment, and then, I tell you, I was aware of another Presence in that pulpit with me that night! And in the silence, I heard,
“My Son, don’t be afraid, we will do this together. Do you think that everything depends on you and your notes.”
“No Lord, I guess it doesn’t, it is all up to You.”
I have completed nearly fifty years in ordained ministry, and the One who stood with me in that pulpit has never left my side. The light still shines, and no darkness has ever been able to put it out! __________ ___________
Prayer Based On This Meditation
Thank You, Lord, for standing in for me when
my knees were too weak to hold my weight; and the
darkness came quickly on, and I imagined all
kinds of horrible dangers lurking in the dark.
Life is often like this. It is so easy for it to manufacture situations where anxiety breeds in a minute. One minute there is peace, the next minute there is chaos. Then we are left to pick up the shards of faith caused by the shattering blow of guilt. It is then that you come to us as the ‘Light,’ which enables us to find every missing piece. That completes the picture of You working upon a mere mortal to make it ‘something beautiful for God!’ Thank You for taking the smallest act performed in faith and preserving it as something magnificent and valuable towards my completion in ‘this vale of soul making.’
In truth, I will never be able ‘to stand in’ for You. I am ready, though, to stand with You and to speak as You will give me utterance. Here I am, use me; I am willing to be Your candle in the darkness! I offer this prayer for Your love’s sake. Amen
Hymn: Ave Maria
Editorial Notes
(1) (2) Here and elsewhere throughout this text Scripture
References are from The New International
Translation Of Scripture. NIV.
(3) Thought to be an ancient Chinese proverb, often quoted.
Photo: Taken at our summer place in Michael’s Harbour, Newfoundland, 2017
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( To gain a further understanding of the meditation that follows, a reading of the suggested scriptures will be most helpful)
