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Time for you, time for God

Beauty in creation. Artwork by Kay Gibbons.
Kay was a guest at my lunch party. You can find lots of her work on Instagram.

At a lunch party recently, five friends gathered to catch up, eat together, relax and take our ease. After a busy week for all of us, it was a time to re-charge our batteries. We are living through difficult times, both internationally and locally. So much is going wrong with our world and for many, life is a struggle. We are also caught up in so much busy-ness. There is often very little time to minister to ourselves. So it was good for us in our little group to try and redress the balance a bit. Being busy without having time for rest and re-creation can only lead to exhaustion, emptiness spiritual listlessness, and eventually ill health. We need to build into our lives a time of caring for each other and of just being rather than always doing.

There is a story, which illustrates this, about St. Antony of Egypt who was one of the pioneer founders of the monastic life.
One day he was resting with his disciples in the desert when a hunter came upon them. The hunter was a great activist and was quite shocked to see the holy man taking his ease. He complained and chastised the saint. Antony simply told him to draw his bow and shoot an arrow. The hunter, puzzled, did as he was bid.
“Now” said Antony, “do it again.”
The man shot a second arrow.   “And again” commanded Antony.
The hunter protested that if he continued to shoot arrows as Antony had asked, his bow-string would break.“ And so it is with men” Antony replied. “Without rest we too shall break.”

In our pressurised world we need to take time to relax and rest if we are not to break. For me, the lunch party  was one such time. Having time for friends, loved ones, and those who can share hobbies, interests and experiences is very important if we are to grow as people. If we are to feel and be cherished by others and equally, if we are to love and support others.

I recently shared time with a friend who is suffering bereavement. The death of her loved one came through an accident for which there could be no preparation. The nature of an accident, is that there is often  no way we can really influence its outcome. At one point, in our conversation, my friend said something both moving and important. She told me to never put off spending time with loved ones. Treat such relationships as precious because that is what they truly are.

So the lunch party was more than a time for re-charging our batteries. It was a time of sharing love and friendship. It was a joyful time of gladness which flowed between us. It is those such moments that tell each of us how we are important, cherished and healed by being with others who care about us and long to share in our lives. That is also true of our relationship with God.

At this time of year, one of the ways I try to develop this is by spending time with God in the Garden. It’s a wonderful time of growth and amazing display as creation bursts alive in colour and beauty. Of course, there is a certain amount of work to be done to get it that way but I regard it as a work of co-operation with God.

The friends I shared lunch with were all artistic in differing ways. I don’t regard myself as gifted in that sense but, as I looked around the garden, I recognized that what I was seeing was God’s palette. Here, God paints a picture which is an ever-changing kaleidoscope of creation, alive and buzzing. Yet it is also a still-life. The garden is a place of stillness, quietness, re-creation. A place for God to silently colour not only the flowers but also the soul. Whether it’s a garden, a secret place, a quiet walk or sitting in a still place, it’s the same. There are so many places were God can easily be found.
Not least, of course, inside each of us. We always have God with us, his palette of love carefully colouring our soul.

But, of course, we have to stop, spend time with Him, letting Him love and care about us. Far too often, for whatever reason, we don’t spend enough time with God. We don’t appreciate just how much he loves us and we don’t love Him as much as we should. That is not an admonition. It’s just something that sorts of happens. And that’s mostly because we succumb to other things along the way. It is very easy to fall into the trap of letting the outside world and its cares and worries take us over.

In Matthew Chapter 11, Jesus tells us something comforting and yet also very challenging: Come to me all you that are weary and carrying heavy burden, and I will give you rest. I will refresh you and hold you. Jesus continues:
Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me; for I am gentle and humble in heart and I will find rest for your souls.
No excuse then for being distracted or being buffeted by external things that try to claim our attention from God.
There is, Jesus tells us, a surer way of dealing with worry, anxiety and hopelessness: I will find rest for your souls.
Why would you not want that?

In my garden there is a carved stone. It was a gift and is the work of a stone sculptor, Paul Flack, who carved on it the words of a prayer by St Teresa of Avila. Her prayer reinforces what Jesus says:

Let nothing disturb you;
Let nothing frighten you.
All things are passing.
God never changes.
Patient endurance obtains to all things.
Whoever possesses God is wanting in nothing.
God alone suffices.

The prayer is known as St Teresa’s bookmark because it was found in her prayer book after her death. It had clearly been
her constant companion. St Teresa  was often so busy that she was known as God’s Gadabout. She was often struck by illness and, as she founded convents and disputed with bishops and even Popes, she coped with immense anxiety. This prayer carried her through it all and kept her rooted deeply in God.

Do not worry. God alone suffices.
May that be true for you.

[Mr G]

Hands shaped like a cradle

Put peace into each other’s hands. (Hands shaped like a cradle)

We sang this hymn yesterday at Church and, given the words, I am surprised how little I have sung it.
Against the background of increasing war, violence, anger and darkness in our world , it is  very appropriate to use this song to open our hearts to prayer and meditation.
It offers a hope and an aspiration for a better way of living and being by reaching out in love and compassion to others. The version above is offered as a poem. It is the second version of the hymn.

It was written by Fred Kaan. He was born in Haarlem in the Netherlands in 1929 and was baptized but the family were not regular churchgoers. During the Nazi occupation, three of his grandparents died of starvation. His parents were deeply involved in the resistance movement in Holland and took in a number of refugees.
Fred became a pacifist in his teens and also began attending church.
He later moved to the United Kingdom where he joined the Congregational Church, (later to be known as the United Reform Church). He was ordained in 1955 in Barry, Glamorgan. In 1963 he was called to be the minister of the Pilgrim Church in Plymouth. It was whilst here that he began to write hymns.

In these hymns he was driven by his desire to work for peace and justice in the world.
The hymn, Put Peace into each other’s hands, (also known as Hands shaped like a Cradle) expresses this completely.
Of it, Fred said:
“This hymn was born when I watched people go forward to the altar rail to receive Communion: they shaped their hands like a cradle to receive the bread. (Bethlehem — house of bread — did not fully live up to its name until Jesus, the bread of life, was laid in the manger!)”

The Inter-faith version was a re-write asked for by the Chaplain of the recently opened Bolton Hospice, It was sung at the first anniversary of the Hospice opening. The Chaplain, Jim Hollyman soon recognized that the Hospice was caring for people who were also from the Muslim and Hindu faiths, so he asked Fred if he would write new verses which could be used on multi-faith occasions. This, Fred gladly did.
He continued to write hymns throughout his life.

He died in 2009 and some of his ashes are buried in the graveyard at St. Patrick’s Church on the shore of Ullswater, near his last home in the Lake District. He had asked that on his memorial stone, words from his hymn, Put peace into each other’s hands be engraved. The first verse marks his grave as does the two things of which he will be justly remembered:
Pastor & Hymn Writer.

Lord, we ask you please, to place yourself into our hands,
so that we may hold the hands of the fearful, the pain-filled,
the anxious, the homeless and the dying.
Help us to reach out in love and friendship to all in need
and touch all who despair, lack hope and long to know your
peace and justice in their lives.
Make us cradles
to enfold everyone we meet ,
with your saving love.

[Mr G]

The Jays come to call

The Jay (a.k.a. Garrulus glandarius : chattering, noisy ; of acorns)

These photos of two baby Jays were taken in Latton Vicarage Garden by my friend, Lynn Hurry. Our intrepid photographer had to hide in the lower branches of a pear tree to get them and emerged covered in bugs, leaves, bits of wood and blossom. Sadly, there was no one on hand to take a photo of her!

A JAY WRITES A LETTER

I decorate your garden with my finery
but you do not trust me.
Some say that I am always up to no good.
A reputation for being shifty, flighty, mischievous,
precedes me;
more kindly I am a scallywag.
But do you notice how shy I am?
Perhaps you are distracted by my piercing ‘call’.
Dismissed as a chatterbox, incessant talker,
your proper name for me is ‘garrulous.’
Hardly, ‘reserved’!
Maybe those who are more suited to quietness
speak the loudest to hide our true nature.
How better to disguise myself as I search for acorns,
my Winter food.
I have a knack for foresight and planning.
I do not fear discovery from my well disguised hiding.
So be nice to me.
I bring colour and joy to your lives,
if you but look.

[Mr G]

A Tale

The crow and the pitcher

The Intelligence of the Corvidae family was observed 2,500 years ago by the famous Greek fabulist, Aesop. Here’s the tale, taken from the BBC website, about the crow and the pitcher:

One day, after a spell of hot weather which has dried up all the streams and ponds, the crow fears it will die of thirst. Coming upon a pitcher of water left in a garden, the crow tries to drink from it, but there is only a little water left in the bottom, and his beak can’t reach it. Having thought for a while, the crow hits upon the solution of dropping in pebbles until the water level rises sufficiently for him to drink.

The moral is: little by little does the trick

All photos by The Revd Lynn Hurrry