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Jesus stands as an absolute conundrum to those who are seeking a “messiah”.
He just doesn’t fit.
Or…
You must tie him up with theology, explaining everything he does in ways that reduce him down to our words and our thoughts and our expectations. He then becomes “our Jesus”. A Jesus subject to our interpretations. “Our Jesus” can very nicely fit in a book if we make him hostage to our words and our concepts. We can interpret him, teaching those interpretations and even worse, forcing them upon others. In the name of “Our Jesus” we can build nice churches and a nice culture and a nice worship team. He can agree with our silence when the marginalised are abandoned for the sake of prosperity and comfort, he can turn a blind eye with us to the terror that is being committed daily in the name of a culture that bears his name…
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“Mum, God won’t play by my rules!
Can I send Him home.
I really like my rules.
I don’t want to change them.
Mum, tell God to play by my rules!”
When God “refuses” to do what we “expect’ of Him,
do we place our disappointments at His feet
challenging our interpretations,
or do we wave our bibles in his face demanding:
“It is written”.
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The Incarnation, God becoming man, defines God in such a way that it challenges every thought and every concept concerning deity. The Royal Family travels with kid leather toilet seat covers! World Leaders travel in their own planes, with their own chefs. Rock Stars refuse to play unless they are provided with a multitude of “ego-enhancing” paraphernalia. Super Models stay in bed unless absurd fees are paid.
God spent nine months inside a Jewish Teenage girl!
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“Where are we going?” asked the man.
“You will see soon enough” answered the angel.
Down, down, down they flew
slowly retreating from the night and into
the village below.
After quite a while the man said to the angel:
“I really don’t understand and I am terribly busy”
“If you don’t understand this your mission is shallow and pointless”
the angel replied.
Soon enough they touched down outside what appeared to be an insignificant stable
lit by a small fire and a torch.
The man turned to the angel, his face full of questions
“Before we go inside” he said finally with a hint of impatience in his voice,
“tell me, who will look after the sleigh and the reindeer?”
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I wish you peace.
I wish your soul
sweet hope and release.
Where fears may rise
in darkness’ night
I wish you love,
I wish you peace.
A simple poem for a poet friend
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in the centre of my life
Not trouble or chaos,
sadness of strife.
May I find rest,
my soul find peace,
my heart know love
my mind, relief.
For I am fighting for
an uncluttered mind
that knows the truth
that seems so hard to find
let peace be found
in light and life
the end of chaos
the end of strife.
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Much has been happening over the last month both good and bad.
Finally I have found the time to sit in front of my computer and at least
try to make contact.
Life has continued it’s strange journey of chaos and tranquillity.
There have been wonderful times of revelation and other times
of being totally lost only to be found once more.
Perhaps I could phrase that as being found and finding myself.
However each day is special adventure all it’s own,
so, thank you for visiting my blog from time to time
and I’ll try and bring you more news from this
side of my wonderful adventure.
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since my typing
laborious as it is,
made some effort
to explain what
I am seeing
in the mirror
and hearing within
my thoughts.
It would be pointless
to make an effort
at this time
as so much of me
is undergoing
such scrutiny.
In other words,
this site and
it’s only contributor
may be
down for a shortish
period of maintenance.
Watch this space
for further developments.
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and confused thoughts.
If only things could be straight ahead and understandable.
Sometimes thinking becomes over analysis
and the mind a whirlpool.
Still, there is a peace that does return
when I least expect it,
so I will make the choice to comfort myself
choosing hope instead of despair.
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A sleepy Monday,
lunch with my son.
I spent the time listening to his dreams,
watching my features move under his face.
Fatherhood is one of the greatest joys.
I continually find myself amazed
by the emergence of young lives
full of drive and vision.
He left in a hurry with a firm handshake,
and a gentle and affectionate pat,
impatient to meet a young man’s afternoon.
For the next few minutes I sat alone at the table,
with my mineral water and pot of tea
basking in the afterglow of the past hour.