Tired of sirens

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I admit it. I’m tired.

We’ve been back from the States for almost two weeks; not only is the holiday euphoria wearing off along with the tan, but the amount of exercise and the lack of sleep is beginning to show.

The first month of Gretchen Rubin’s Happiness Project, which I began in January, is a time to take plenty of sleep; and I started well - preparing for bed at 9.30pm most evenings, turning off the light well before midnight after a relaxing read in bed. And I always intend to continue the habit, as recommended in her Project.

But with a Vicar for a husband whose evening meetings mean he isn’t back in the house until well after 10pm and who then needs to unwind, early nights are not easily attainable in this household.

And the time difference of two weeks ago took a while of adjustment – in a deep sleep when the alarm goes off each morning but wide awake late at night.

Yesterday evening was no different. Husband out, due back late.

Except that, after another day of powerplates,  hurtling into London, running up and down the escalators (all right, climbing swiftly) meeting up with old friends, hearing the London sirens going day and night, I realized by 8pm that I was physically and emotionally drained.

So I was a couch potato for the entire evening and read the newpaper cover to cover (except for the sports pages) completed the crossword and swooned over the property pornography in Country Life.

My light was out well before 11; the Vicar came in late from a meeting and needed to unwind, watch the news, do the Su Doku.

Inevitably I woke when he came to bed.

There were sirens several times during the night. It was oppressively airless again.

Sleep came and went.

So this morning has been leisurely. Be kind to yourself, people have repeated to me over the past eighteen months. Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome, bereavement, depression – they each take time for recovery.

Sirens cause flashbacks; the number I heard yesterday while sitting in the British Library forecourt was extraordinary. Each one meant taking control of emotions, a mental readjustment, a not giving in.

Sirens are constantly heard up and down the Broadway; they penetrate our house, my mind.

I am learning to adjust, mentally to replace them with another image.  But it takes time.

 

So I am being kind to myself today. No pressure. And no pedometer.

We are under grace, not law.

A morning to go slowly.

Grace-filled, grace-full, grace allowed,.

 

 

YES.... BUT ....!

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My eye was caught this morning, just as it was yesterday; this time, by the daily flipchart of a calendar that sits on the kitchen window sill.

YES – BUT -

“Lord, I will follow you, but …” (Luke 9:61)

Trust completely in God, says the comment, and when He brings you to a new opportunity of adventure, offering it to you, see that you take it.

I’m not very good at doing that.

I’d rather play it safe.

Abide by the rules.

Conform.

Be careful.

Oh yes, that is what I have heard so very often throughout my life: be careful. And I fear I conveyed the same message to my children.

But, as George Elliott so famously said, it’s never too late to be what you were meant to be.

So maybe it’s time I let go.

Trusted God.

And skipped into this big adventure to which He is always calling:

Following Him.

Seizing the day – with Him.

Appreciating the fun and the challenge and the excitement of what He offers, where He leads.

I don’t HAVE to have an adventure.

I GET to have an adventure.

And if I don’t grab the opportunity and adventure He is offering to me right now, He’ll offer it to someone else. I don’t want to let my large BUT get in the way (!!!!!)

What adventure is He offering you?

And what’s preventing you accepting the dare?

 

 

BOOSTING ENERGY LEVELS

 

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The inside of doors of the kitchen cupboards have notes and papers and info stuck randomly across their surface.

To remind me.

I never look at them; I’ve become too accustomed to their presence.

So this morning when an overnight house guest comments on them I see them through new eyes.

And pull them off and scrunch them up.  Decluttering is good, I tell myself.

But one catches the unseeing eye afresh: Boosting the energy levels.  I wonder when I first saw it or pinned it there as a reminder.  When my energy levels were low, lower than they appear to be now.

Probably last year sometime.

I scan the list: ten things to do.

-      get plenty of rest

-      exercise daily

-      drink lots of water

-      eat high energy foods

-      take a good multi-vitamin

-      feed your brain

-      maintain a positive attitude

-      watch your mouth

-      avoid people who deplete you

-      connect with God

 

It all sounds – admirable; do-able; good advice.

In practice I find a need a certain amount of energy in the first place to decide to do all this.

And maybe the order is upside down.

I shall start by connecting with God. After that everything else will probably fall into place.

It’s a good place to start.

My heart needs to connect with Him constantly.  This morning’s reading in Proverbs reminds me:

Above all, guard your heart for from it flow the springs of life. (4:23)

Yes.

The springs of life, energy levels, a sense of well-being, it all comes from the ONE who first breathed life into me and sustains me each day by His breath of life.

 

I’m off to get a glass of water.

And maybe have a nap – after I’ve done today’s 10,000 minimum steps.

 

 

 

LOVERS AND WEDDINGS AND BEAUTY AND JOY

 

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Monday morning.

Dare I step on the scales?

It’s early – I am up soon after the larks, due the church builders crashing into our garden very early. The Vicar slumbers on. He will be Mondayish soon. *

I like an early start.

My mother use to wake me at 6am every morning.

There was hot Ribena when I was small, fresh lemon juice diluted in  hot water when I was a teenage (my choice!)

The command Don’t forget to read your Bible.

That is what is engrained on my mind as I wake daily.

Alas there’s no hot drink presented to me these days and I need coffee.  I take the mug of fragrant liquid and sit on the rocking chair. Open today’s reading on my Kindle.

It’s all very different to 50 or so years ago.

 

* * * *

We’re in Song of Solomon and then Psalm 45.  Lovers and weddings and beauty and joy.

It feeds my soul.

 

Inspires my prayers:

May my tongue speak words like the pen of a ready writer  - and may I be the ready writer too. (Psalm 45:1)

May the Lord pour the oil of joy on me, as I continue on this road of healing from the PTSS and depression. (Ps 45:7)

May I be the seal on my husband’s heart and our love unquenchable and strong as death. (SoS 8:6)

And may I continue on the path to physical strength and health so that my body glorifies God and my husband is content with me. (SofS 8:10)

 

So I stepped on the scales.

One whole pound lower.

 

* Mondayish: defined by OED as how clergy feel after a busy and demanding Sunday.

 

 

My last blog posting

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I celebrated Communion at 8am this morning.

That meant I read out the Ten Commandments in full.

As ever, I found myself thinking of what might be some of the modern equivalents we should or should not be doing - neither our man servant nor our maid servant, our ox or our ass....

and was again convicted about not working on the sabbath day.

Now I know this is not strictly speaking the Sabbath - that was a Saturday, from sundown on Friday to sundown on Saturday.

Twenty four hours to rest and keep holy  - six days shalt thou labour and do thou all that thou hast to do, but the seventh is the Sabbath of the Lord thy God. In it thou shalt do no work.

I am quoting from memory but that seems the gist of it.

Resting from all that one has to do - just as God Himself did after the six days of all HE had to do.

So, I don't NEED to be writing and blogging today; that's what I do during the other six days.

But today.

Today I can rest and rejoice and relax into God.

My chief end is after all  to glorify God  and enjoy Him forever.

So I shall.  This is my last post.

The last post on a Sunday .

Six days I shall do all that I have to do.

And the seventh is for something else entirely.

THE HAPPIEST PLACE TO BE

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Today has been a curate’s egg kind of day.

This morning, I stood at the happiest place: the arrivals gate. Oh the joy of hearing the cries of delight, the sobs of joy, the squeals of pleasure, as loved ones were reunited.

Smiles and laughter. Hugs and kisses. Exclamations and enthusiasm.

Would my own loved ones ever come through that door?

And would I recognize them?

I always have that ridiculous fear when waiting for my family and friends – that I won’t recognize them.

But of course I always do.

There they are!

And my eldest granddaughter she leaps up into my arms, words spilling out to tell me of the overnight flight and all that she, they, have done.

And her younger sister holds out her arms – she’s balanced precariously in her car seat on top of the luggage.

My poor daughter  is pushing the luggage AND the buggy – so is doubly glad to see me.

The happiness of reunions and being welcomed and recognized.

Surely a foretaste of arriving home in heaven?

Of being welcomed and recognized and swept up in joy and affirmation.

* * * *

And then this afternoon.

The unhappiest place to be: driving across a hot dusty crowded London. Friday afternoon in a tired capital.

It’s only 14 miles door to door:  it took exactly two hours and ten minutes.

People were hot and tired and frustrated.

Horns blared and bleated.

Finger gestures were indescribable.

Cars were cutting in and cutting up and cutting out.

Voices were raised.

It was all too tempting to join in.

And then something reminded me of Amy Carmichael and her writing.

Her book IF

 

If a sudden jar can cause me to speak an impatient, unloving word, then I know nothing of Calvary love. *

*For a cup brimful of sweet water cannot spill even one drop of bitter water however suddenly jolted.

 

How sweet was my spirit this afternoon?

What flavour was spilt?

 

* * * *

No walking today.  Fewer than 1,000 steps, after the ten, and eleven and twelve thousand of earlier days.

 

Relationships take priority over rules.

Joy over judgement.

Tomorrow is another day: and I am booked for a 7 mile hike with a friend – to Hampstead Heath and back.

And then a powerplates session.

* * * *

And I’ve been in the happiest of places today.

I’m grateful.

 

It’s good to have my girls back.

 

 

 

IMPATIENT - moi?

DAY FOUR of week one

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IMPATIENCE

 

I stepped on the scales this morning.

And quickly stepped off again – the readout was wrong.

Tried again.

Nothing.

As in, nothing has changed.

But that can’t be right!  I’ve had no sugar (except in apples) no cakesnobiscuitsnosnacksnoindulgence.

 

(Well, apart from those two glasses of mulled wine I admitted to in an earlier blog.)

 

I’ve walked. Miles. Even the pedometer agrees.

Climbed up and down the escalators – 12 of them on that one journey to and from the centre of town.

Had two exhausting sessions on the powerplates.

Been very, very careful.

 

And nothing has changed. Not an ounce has been lost, after all these days of trying.

 

* * * *

Oh, wait.  Today is Thursday.

That’s only three whole days actually.

 

I thought I would have dropped a whole dress size by now.  At least.

For I am impatient.

I like quick results.

Yes, I know that weight stays off if you lose it slowly and steadily. I know it takes weeks, not days, to regain fitness and strength and tone-ness and be able to walk not just a marathon but a whole 100 miles.

But I want it NOW. I’m not sure I’m up for the long haul.

Sigh.

* * * *

If I’m honest, it’s the same in my spiritual life.

I want it all.  NOW.

All the spiritual gifts.

All the blessings.

All the transformed character and holiness and Christ-like-ness.

And God says gently,

 

It takes a lifetime.

A lifetime of being honed and tested and shaped and polished.

Of being blessed and being a blessing.

A lifetime of allowing Me to change you into the person I mean you to be.

 

* * * *

Gradually, day by day, continually, becoming more and more like Him.

Oh that I longed to be transformed into His likeness as much as I long to be transformed physically.

To be radiant with His likeness, looking to Him, allowing Him to change me.

 

God - grant me patience.

Please enter my life in all your power and make me more like You.

* * * *

 

“Nothing between us and God, our faces shining with the brightness of his face. And so we are transfigured much like the Messiah, our lives gradually becoming brighter and more beautiful as God enters our lives and we become like him.”

2 Corintians 3:18 (The Message)

 

ON A ROLL

PREPARING FOR A PILGRIMAGE    WEEK ONE: DAY THREE

I’m on a roll. 

And it’s not the roll you were possibly expecting.

I am rolling my way upon the Lord.

This year, I am reading through the entire Bible – it’s not the first time I have ever done this but thanks to a friend’s recommendation I am doing so using George Guthrie’s “Reader’s Guide to the Bible: Chronological Reading Plan.” And it's on my Kindle so I read it anywhere, any time, as well as my regular 'first thing in the morning evangelical upbringing Quiet Time.'

Previously I have tried the Cambridge Daily Reading Bible, which was great because it gave a reading from both of the Testaments – and actually takes two years.

Less of a hurry, more time to ponder.

I’ve started that twice.  Not sure I ever quite finished on either time.

Then I used the NLT iWorship Bible which goes straight through from Genesis to Revelation in a year.  By August when I was still on the Old Testament I was longing, really longing for the New Testament!  I found it moderately tedious if I am honest, in spite of the wonderful daily reflections printed alongside and the worship-thoughts inserted regularly.

So now I am using a chronological reading method – and so far, am loving it.  Interspersing Job with Genesis to remind us Job was in the time of the Patriarchs; reading David’s story alongside the Psalms he wrote at the time; and seeing it all as God’s Plan for His people, mapped out on a time-line.

 

Act One: God’s Plan for All People

Act Two: God’s Covenant People

Act Three: God’s New-Covenant People.

So I’m on a roll.

Yesterday, I read Psalm 37.

Commit your way to the Lord;
trust in him and he will do this: he will make your righteous reward shine like the dawn, your vindication like the noonday sun.

And every day, alongside the Bible, I read a daily thought from Amy Carmichael – one of my most favourite spiritual writers. Today, it’s from Psalm 37 in Kay’s translation:

Roll thy way upon the Lord.

She writes:

Way means a trodden path, the journey of life, today’s life. Often when we cannot lift a thing we can roll it and so the Hebrew uses this simple word which we can so easily understand.  Roll everything that concerns thee upon the Lord. Roll it again, no matter how many times you did so before, and then rest, “assure thyself in Him; and He, He Himself, will work.” (French Version, Darby)

I am preparing for a Pilgrimage.

I am on a roll.

 

 

 

STARTING OVER

Week One: Day Two Yesterday evening was cold.  So very cold.  We shivered as we sat in our studies on what used to be the ground floor of the Vicarage.  The church boiler is broken; there’s no money for a new one; and it was icy.

The Vicar came upstairs to the Vicarage flat.

Shivering.

He spotted an unfinished bottle of mulled wine still sitting on the shelf, waiting to be warmed and consumed.

I sat on the sofa, shivering still, glad of the radiator at my side – and gladly too held out my hand  to take the steaming ruby liquid.  It should be Pimms right now, I thought, the warmth of the hot mulled wine seeping into my chilled blood.

The second (small!) glass slipped down easily too.

Comforting, defrosting, soothing.

The Vicar left for PCC.  My daughter called me on Skype and I laughed to tell her of the Mulled Wine.

-      but you said no alcohol, she accused me. In your blog, getting ready. No alcohol!

 

So I need reminders.

I need accountability.

 

 

I’ve started a chart.  With ticks as I have no gold stars to embellish it. There will be gladness of heart to see each square as positively done.

Maybe a reward for a week’s worth of YES?

And the memory is physically with me today; after half an hour on the powerplates yesterday I have aching muscles in places I had forgotten I had muscles.

A good reminder to carry with me all day.

I need a reminder of the Lord as well.

A verse from the morning’s readings, to learn and to carry and to dwell in as I walk and travel?

 

I’m glad I bought a useful little pack when in the States.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And my Gratitude Journal.

 

Time to start again properly on the second thousand.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It feels like a new beginning.

Each day is a new beginning: we get to start over.

 

Praise God that He makes that possible!

 

Lamentations 3:22-24 (NLT)

The faithful love of the Lord never ends!  His mercies never cease.

Great is his faithfulness;
 his mercies begin afresh each morning.

I say to myself, “The Lord is my inheritance;
 therefore, I will hope in him!”

 

 

A God-given, God-inspired, God-led shape

Preparing for Pilgrimage: WEEK ONE

 

I’ve been in the States for just over a month – mostly holiday but some work.  And I have done very little exercise. I’ve walked a bit, often on the beach. Carried the three year old grandchildren on my back (not both at the same time I hasten to add)  bounced the littlest grandchild on my lap thus developing the arm muscles (he’s a hefty little chap) bent to load and unload the dishwasher countless times – does that count as ab work?

A month off from the gym though; and from hills – the South Carolina coast is not named The Low Country for no apparent reason.

And I have eaten to my heart’s content: made blueberry pancakes for breakfast (one cup of mixture to one cup of water) baked oatmeal and raisin cookies with the older grandchildren (add one egg and one stick of butter) consumed crabcakes and apple pie and icecream … wine in the evenings and coffee with 'half and half' in the mornings …

Four months, or sixeen weeks, tomorrow, I shall be leading the Cotswold Pilgrimage.  One hundred miles of walking, over just six days, on the steep Cotswold Escarpment, from Chipping Campden to Bath Abbey.  And not just physical leading; the spiritual leading comes too – daily prayers and meditations as we walk, talks each evening. Twelve American or British women depending on me not to lead them off track.

I need to prepare, to be ready, to be in good shape.  I’m in good shape – for the shape I’m in.

But there is, must be, can be, a better shape.

A God-given, God-inspired, God-led shape.

So I began this morning. And decided to write a daily blog on my progress – so that you can keep me accountable!  Keep me accountable physically and spiritually, as I take time with the Lord, walk up and down our hilly road, cut down on the caffeine and sugar and alcohol.  Lose eight pounds and tone up.

Keep me accountable as I pray and read and walk and write.

Might you join me in over the next 16 weeks?  It’s quite a challenge so let me know your thoughts and comments and helpful suggestions as we go along this road together!

Oh, this morning so far: only one cup of coffee, lots of water, an instructor-led half an hour on the power plates at the gym, and a quick jog down and then back up the steep hill on which we live.

Still to do? Another 8,000 steps minimum, daily Bible reading (Guthrie’s Reading God’s Story, a year’s reading through the Bible in chronological order) and more water and more protein.

Here goes; will you join me?

My Thousand Gifts of Grace

Sermon preached at Church Of Our Saviour, Johns Island, South Carolina, on Sunday May 13th 2012  

 

It's over a year since I last preached. A time of being in a wilderness.

But now I have been given this huge privilege of sharing  - with YOU:  here at The Church of Our Saviour. 

COOS has been in a preaching series on giving, and I have been given the last of the series – and it’s based on 2 Cor 8:1-15.  Like most preachers, when asked to preach during one's vacation, I looked on my laptop to see if there was a previous sermon on this that I could just repeat!   And discovered that I last preached a sermon on these particular verses in October 2007 – standing right here in front of you all at COOS!   I was tempted just to give you a quiz to see what you could remember!  What a ways we have all come since then.

What I want to share with you is some of what I have been learning over the past 18 months, and in particular what I am learning about GRACE. So if you thought I was going to be talking about money you can relax, let go your grasp on your wallet and take in some thoughts about God’s grace. 

Apparently the number 1 reason people say they don’t come to church is because they feel they are always being asked to give money.. But this part of 2 Cor 8 is not really just about money. It’s about being rich because of grace.

So I want to look at 2 things about GRACE:

- Grace grows out of grace

- Grace leads to great riches

 

First  - Grace grows out of grace

Paul begins this section by mentioning that the Macedonian churches had received God’s grace. Verse 1:

“And now brothers and sisters, we want you to know about the grace God has given the Macedonian churches.”

 

When you think of someone who has received grace, what do you think of?

Someone who has been blessed in some way -  with  financial resources, or with great gifts and abilities.

But there's another  kind of grace that God had given the Macedonian churches. Verse 2

“In the midst of a very severe trial… extreme poverty’

They were impoverished and they were being persecuted.  I discovered that the phrase that describes their poverty literally means, “their deep poverty, right down deep -  to the death of it.” That is not just being uncomfortable, that is being poor and destitute. The Macedonian churches – the Philippian and the Thessalonian Christians – were suffering great economic hardships. The Romans had taken over most of their industries, including the gold and the silver mines; they had reserved for themselves the right to import basic necessities such as salt, and they had cut down all the forests to build their own ships. The Romans had pillaged  looted Macedonia. And the Christians were being persecuted on top of all that. 

Poverty and persecution are not things I expect or want -  yet God had given the Macedonian churches just that:

Severe trials and extreme poverty.

Paul calls this “grace”!

And what is the net result of that grace, according to Paul?    

Overflowing joy and rich generosity!  V2

I'm   most of us would like to be joyful and generous. But we think we need to have security and prosperity before we can be joyful and generous. It seems logical – if God gives me a lot, I will share a lot. At least that’s the way I think about it. “I can’t give a lot because I don’t have a lot. I’m waiting for God to bless me.”

And we pass the collection plate and don’t put anything in, saying that’s it for the rich to give, not us who are retired or who have lost lots in stocks and shares (not that I have any stocks and shares!) or who don’t have a job or who have huge bills to pay.

OR we don’t volunteer to help because that’s for those who have lots of spare time and we have enough to do already thank you.

I once heard about a pastor in China who begged Christians in the West to stop praying that the Chinese church would be freed from persecution. He felt that the reason why the believers in China are joyful and the church is thriving is precisely because they are being persecuted! Like the Macedonians - 

         They had received God’s grace.

Their severe trials and extreme poverty overflowed in   joy and generosity.

                  They were truly rich in grace!

 

Grace had led to grace.

 

And not only were they generous, v. 3 tells us that they even gave beyond their ability. What would that phrase look like to you and me – “beyond our ability?” If you’re anything like me, you calculate out what you are going to give based on your available resources. I have limited financial amounts and a finite number of hours. So I give what I think I can easily afford whether financially or time wise.

Earlier this week, I received an email, telling me about a dear couple, who are really going through it at the moment.  He is an Anglican priest - and  he has had terrible back problems for some years and is in constant pain; she has had Lyme’s disease which was undiagnosed for over a year and has led to severe fatigue and debility. They are in a bad place yet have not stopped their ministry and their work for the Lord.  So some friends said they wanted to form a little consortium of people who would give regularly to this couple so that they can have a sabbatical for a year, to try to regroup and heal and sort out problems with themselves and their kids.  The email came to me just earlier this week; and my first thought was: well, I can’t give them anything; I am not in paid employment - I have had to resign because of my own situation of ill health so I have no spare money. 

And then I realized that I was preparing this sermon even as I was thinking those things -  I wasn’t even considering giving beyond my ability, I wasn’t asking God for the privilege and honor of giving knowing that God has blessed me with His grace so I can bless others.

Often, you and I don’t even want to think about what giving above our ability might look like!

But the example of these Macedonian Christians gets even more radical. Not only were these churches joyful and generous, not only did they give beyond their ability, but look at verse 4.

“They urgently pleaded for the privilege of sharing…”

They begged for the chance to help.

They were not asked, they were not prodded, not made to feel guilty, not shamed into it. Theyurgently pleaded for the privilege of sharing in service to the saints”.

Why did they beg to be allowed to help? It wasn’t because they were just very kind people, although they may have been; it certainly wasn’t because they were very wealthy – verse 2 tells us that that faced severe trials and extreme poverty.  They were scraping the barrel, and yet they urgently pleaded to be able to  gave very very generously.

What would motivate someone to do this? What would motivate US to do this? I think the answer is simple. It is an understanding and an acceptance of God’s grace.

Grace grows out of grace.

And if you and I are not gracious, it is only because we do not fully understand and accept God’s grace.

If you and I had any appreciation for the depth of God’s love for us and the depths from which He has saved us, we could not help but to be joyful and generous.

We would give of ourselves, not because God had need of our time, talent or treasure, but because we would want to be part of that incredible life-saving effort that saved you and me. Grace grows out of grace.

And grace is not just a concept. Grace is not just an idea or a thing that has a memorable definition – we’ve all been taught that G .R. A. C. E. stands for God’s riches at Christ’s expense.

No, grace is more than that idea. Grace is an amazing, Holy Spirit-filled, life changing power.

 

The Greek word for grace is charis; ‘Strong’s concordance of the New Testament’ defines charis as

Grace -  a gift or blessing brought to man by Jesus Christ, (b) favor, (c) gratitude, thanks, (d) kindness. The core idea is gift, or favor. Something given which is undeserved.

The word comes again in verse 9

 “For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though he was rich, yet for your sakes he became poor, so that you through his poverty might become rich.”

 The GRACE OF THE LORD JESUS CHRIST

The second thing I want to mention this morning is this:

Grace leads to riches

 

Notice this: Jesus did not give out of his riches. Jesus gave out of his poverty! Paul reminds us in Philippians ch 2 that Jesus emptied himself and took the nature of a slave. He became poor and he submitted to the most horrible and cruel death, not just physically but emotionally and spiritually too. And it was only because of this poverty that you and I are made rich.

 

He gives us SO much.  I don’t think I had realized that until recently.  As many of you know, 18 months ago I was involved in a terrible car accident in which I saw my dear 90 year young mother swept away and crushed to death by a passing car. The shock of what happened and what I saw of my mother at her end plunged me into the depths of depression and despair. I have been  mentally bruised and broken.

Then, last summer, I picked up a book called One Thousand Gifts.  You may have read it. In it, I read about learning

to give thanks -

 in spite of the brokenness.

 IN the brokenness. 

 

The Greek word for thanksgiving is eucharisteo. We get the word  we sometimes use for communion  from it – the Eucharist.  The thanksgiving. In the middle of that Greek word eucharisteo is charis: grace, favor, gift.  Giving thanks for the grace.

And each time Jesus broke something, he gave thanks, eucharisteo. 

He broke the bread for the 5000, gave thanks – and fed them a free lunch.  

He broke the bread, gave thanks, and gave the disciples the Last Supper to remember him by.

He broke the bread, gave thanks, and gave it to the two disciples in their home in Emmaus - and they knew immediately that Jesus was alive and risen.

 

And He himself was broken; he emptied himself of his riches, became poor and was broken on the Cross. And we give thanks and remember the gift, the grace, that we receive through that action.

And each and every day, we are given the gift, the grace, the favor. 

In spite of our brokenness. 

IN our brokenness.

The book, One Thousand Gifts, makes a challenge: to keep a list each day of the gifts and grace we receive.  I decided to do it: starting on August 21st last year, I began to write down each moment of grace that I was grateful for, to notice each gift and to record it.

Some days there were lots, some days hardly any; but the more I looked the more I saw. 

Whether it was a shaft of sunlight or a grandchild’s kiss; a cup of coffee made by a friend or a good night’s sleep; the smell of fresh bread or the glimpse of stars; the satisfaction of clean laundry or the joy of the bubbles of champagne….. I noticed and I wrote it down.  I reached 1000 7 months later - on March 17th .... and I layed down my pen.  

 

 

But as my family will tell you, over the past couple of months I have not been doing so well.  Without that daily looking and recording, without being so mindful of GOd's grace-filled gifts, I have slipped back.

I need to begin again. 

For you, it might be a good golf shot, or even maybe a hole in one; or a home grown flower or vegetable; or your team scoring high in their match; a cold beer in your hands or a fabulous concert.

It doesn’t matter what – what matters is that you notice these gifts and give thanks for them.  Gifts which we do not deserve, which we receive because of what the Lord Jesus did for us. Gifts which make us rich in Him – verse 9

Grace does generate riches.

God does want you to be rich.

There are dozens of times in the Scriptures where we are promised God’s riches. Jesus said that God wants his children to have good gifts, just like you want yours to have good gifts. It may or not be security and financial wealth. If you are secure and financially wealthy, give thanks for it is a gift from God. But the Macedonians’ gift was nothing like that. Their gift was trials and poverty. And yet they were certainly richer than you and I are.

God has no need of our time. He created time. God has no need of our talents. He is talented enough to accomplish anything He chooses without your gifts. God has no need of our money. He created the cattle on a thousand hills, and he can sell the herd anytime He wants.

No, God wants us to be generous with our time, our talent and our treasure - not so the church can become rich and not so that God can become rich, but so that YOU, Me – WE can become rich!

My prayer for you and for me is that today and every day we might accept God’s grace and learn what it is to be rich.

And in doing so, give ourselves, all that we have, all that we are, to Him for Him to use as He wants. 

 

His grace, His love, is so amazing, so divine and it demands our lives, our souls, our all.

 

How much of you, yourself, all that you have and all that you are, have you given to Him?

 

In a moment we will come to the Eucharist, that celebration of Thanksgiving for His brokenness, His grace, His gift. 

 

Will you, as you kneel, as you receive, will you give yourself afresh to Him, give Him your everything? 

 

Whether we have much or little,

whether we are broken or rejoicing today

may we dedicate ourselves, all that we have and are, to His service,

 

remembering that the Lord Jesus, though He was rich, yet for our sakes He became poor that through His poverty we might become rich.

 

We haven’t got to give. We get to give. It's part of the riches of God's grace.        

Amen

 

 

 

 

 

CAN YOU DO THIS?

  Can you do this? Can you walk with me?

He sets his face that way, resolutely begins to walk.

The road ahead of him is straight and narrow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As is mine.

I walked along the Fosse Way this morning.

Song of birds

Azure skies

Bees and primroses

Blossom and cut grass

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As I walk his voice calls.

Can you do this? Can you walk with me?

Yes, if it's blossom and beauty all the way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then Jesus told them Walk while you have the light, before darkness overtakes you... put your trust in the light while you have it so you may become children of light (John 12:35)

Yes Lord.  I can walk like this with you.

Hand-in-hand with you.

 

Yes, he said.  You can.

But when it's hard when it's difficult when it's dry - what then?

Can you walk with me in those tough times?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As he approached Jerusalem he wept over it. If you, even you, had only known ..the days will come ... they will encircle you and hem you in on every side.  (Luke 19: 41)

 

Yes Lord.  That's how it feels sometimes. How it often feels these past months.

Tears and sorrows

Hard and dry days

But you understand that Lord don't you? You know what it's like to walk in sorrow.

You knew the worst lay ahead.

 

Because the Sovereign Lord helps me, I will not be disgraced.

Therefore I have set my face like a stone, determined to do his will. (Isaiah 50:7)

 

You were resolute set determined.

Called by your Father to walk this way, determined to do his will.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maybe you saw spring as you walked.

Maybe there was beauty all around.

But you knew.  You knew.

 

Can I walk with you?

So often I ask for you to walk with me.

But maybe that's the wrong way round.

I CAN walk with you: MAY I?

 

May I know that privilege, hear your voice calling as you walk:

Come walk with me.

 

Let him who walks in the dark who has no light trust in the name of the Lord and rely on his God. (Isaiah 50:10)