Tag: God

Seeking the Truth and Grace of God together

Photo from Churches Together in Britain and Ireland

Thoughts during The Week of Prayer for Christian Unity

Last week at a funeral, I met a relative of the girl who had died. It was a Christian funeral but he was a Muslim relative. He was amongst members of the family who came from France but he had been brought up in Algeria.
Despite the language and faith differences we managed to have quite a chat! Inevitably we touched on our differing faiths but soon found level ground when we talked about Abraham, known biblically as the ‘father of the nations’. The Muslim faith together with the Christian and the Jewish faiths all have Abraham in common. We can all trace our roots back to him which is why we sometimes refer to being Abrahamic in origin.
I always enjoy these chance encounters because, if we concentrate on what we hold in common, they are often very enriching. God, Prayer and worship are the bedrock of all our religions.

Later, I thought about the many conversations and dealings I have had with those of other faiths. For example, I support a small charity named, Abraham’s Children in Crisis, which touches the lives of a group of children and young people living in the West Bank of Israel. Most are Muslim but there are no barriers and some are Jewish.
They are supported in their education and medical care by Christians here in Britain.
I know their names; what they look like; how they are struggling and how they support each other. I thought of them often during these troubled times. In a small way I try to share their fragile lives.

Some time ago now I was at a wedding which was a double one – in that it was held first in London at the Cyprian Orthodox Cathedral because the husband was an Orthodox Christian. We then travelled to Kolkata for a Hindu ceremony because Rumi was of the Hindu Faith. Both ceremonies were fascinating and very moving. I was enriched by the experience . One of my special Internet blog friends is KK who is also an Hindu so I feel a sense of closeness to him because of Rumi’s wedding.
Another Rumi has a special place in my life because I am deeply inspired by his poetry. He is the famous 13th century Persian poet and Sufi mystic.Within Christianity I have discovered and engaged with many differing believers in Jesus Christ, whom we claim as our Lord and King.
My own journey of faith began with its roots partly in Roman Catholicism. I was then sent to a Methodist Sunday School and I am now a strong adherent to the Anglican practice of the Christian Faith. Who knows where I’ll end up!

I am pondering these thoughts because this week, followers of Jesus Christ are keeping Christian Unity Week.
Many things have happened throughout our history to divide us and even within particular denominations there is much brokenness and need for repentance but there is, at heart, a God who loves us and cares for us as His children.

It sometimes feels that what gets in the way of Unity – the sense that we are united as all God’s children- is because every church or group seem to think that they alone have the truth.(Bit like some world political leaders just now!)
How false is that!
I think that’s why I love and respect what the former Chief Rabbi, Jonathan Sacks, says that only in heaven is there Truth. On earth there are truths. God is the only real truth and all over the globe people are seeking to answer that profound question of Pilate to Jesus at his trial – what is truth?
Truth on earth, Rabbi Sacks says, is not, nor can it aspire to be, the whole truth. It is limited, not comprehensive; particular, not universal. What propositions conflict is not necessarily because one is true and the other false He suggests that the difference is because we are coming at something from different angles but both are only part of the truth
I believe that we can only look to God for the real answer and anyone who claims to hold THE truth exclusive of others, is bound to be mistaken.  We can only learn truth if we listen to others and share our insights with each other and, of course, listen to God together in prayer.
There is so much to learn and be excited by the story of people’s journey of faith and the joy and encouragement that brings to my own journey. We all have so much to share with each other and so much to discover about God.

There is much in Judaism I admire and there is much in Islam that I respect.  My Hindu hairdresser in the North taught me a lot about prayer in the family.  I love the joyful and convincing hymn-singing and biblical insights of the Methodists.  I like the ritual and devotion of the Roman Catholic Church.  I love the ceremonies of High Anglicanism; the intellectual honesty of Anglican theology; the exuberant praise worship of our evangelical brethren. 
I draw strength from Celtic insights into the sacredness of places and people; I enjoy the simple rhythm of Taizé; I find enrichment in ancient prayer forms like the Labyrinth; I adore the Orthodox Liturgy. 
I am reduced to silence by the witness of monastic places like Bec  in Normandy, where prayer is the breath of the place;
I like the simplicity of worship in a quiet rural church and my heart soars during Anglican Cathedral Evensong. I am loving being spiritually fed by Pope Leo!
I find talking and listening to other believers fascinating. 

And God is in all that and in much, much more.  He is bigger than all our concepts of Him or He would not be God. 
Wide Vision goes with deep exploration. God is always teaching us something new. 
Evelyn Underhill spoke of all our differing expressions of faith as ‘Chapels in the Cathedral of the Holy Spirit’. I like that.

We are all part of the Universal People of God. What gives any church real authenticity is if, in the words of Michael Ramsey, we are filled with the grace-giving presence of Jesus Christ.  Grace-filled churches have no need of labels.  They simply reflect God and so try to live in close friendship with GOD, the  giver of Grace and Truth. 

[Mr G. 2oth January 2026]

Catching the Moon

photo of the supermoon by Kay Gibbons

My artist friend, Kay Gibbons, caught up with the Super (Wolf **) Moon last evening.

Driving home last night I watched the tree reaching up to catch the moon …. but the moon carried on her journey to return another night and I was the only one to catch the Moon -stopped suddenly in its tracks by the click of a button on a screen in the palm of my hand .
I was reminded of an early painting which was inspired by the Wolf Moon in January 2022.

**The January Full Moon is often called the Wolf Moon from the howling of hungry wolves in the winter.
This name is thought to have a Celtic and Old English origin.
Other traditions may also know it as: Celtic: Quiet Moon
North American: Old Moon Cherokee: Cold Moon

In the S. Hemisphere it is known as the Hay Moon, Buck, Thunder or Mead Moon

A Prayer of the Moon

O Lord God,
you called me to be a light to shine from the heavens,
to lighten the earth.
You fashioned me, as an instrument of creation,
as your Sun became the great light to rule the day,
so I became his refracted light.
Reflecting the brightness of my brother,
set in the canvas of night where you fixed the stars.

There will never be a time nor a place
where your light won’t shine upon earth,
a reminder that even when humanity is at its darkest point,
Your light penetrates, is always present,
a divine presence waiting for the clamour
of human vice and voice to be stilled and emptied of meaning.

Your Sun, Stars and Moon, we are a trinity of light,
reflecting your majesty.
Part of your cosmic desire for your love to penetrate the density
of human sin; sadness; selfishness
and so bring hope, light and true life to a world you have created
to be aglow with the joy of creation.

May your People be reminded of the Light of your dear Son,
who converts all hearts, no matter how dark and dim,
to sing your praises.
May they be good and responsible stewards of your earth
and allow your love to penetrate the whole of creation
so that with us, Sun, Moon and Stars, they may glorify you!

Mr G.
3rd January 2026

[][][][] Photograph & painting by Kay Gibbons.
If you would like to see more of Kay’s art, it’s on Instagram:
kaygibbons_art.glass.sculpture

Nothing is impossible

Mary & Christ Child, painting on glass, Kay Gibbons.

Nothing is impossible for God,a Poetic Reflection on Christmas by Jenny Dawkins

Heaven springs a leak over ordinary earth.

It starts over Nazareth
a droplet of light holds its breath
and falls into an ordinary home.
At a young woman’s Yes,
a secret starburst.

Shadows, shaken, take one step back.

Passers-by miss the glow
But in her belly
the promise has taken hold.

She grows luminous in this pregnancy
Though some days she wishes otherwise
the iridescence in her is irrepressible.
When she sings the town hears sunrise.

Nine months later,
Another angel drops liquidly onto a hillside.

The very grass becomes golden.
Shepherds cheeks redden
in the face of this midnight dawn.

An announcement defies the dark:
Come and meet Light.
Come and see Hope.
Come and know Love.
You need not be afraid.

And suddenly, heaven gushes
light and song and joy
over this ordinary earth.

It is unstoppable.

Shepherds run and splash
through puddles
shouting, “Come and See!”

Though the world is dark
a new day has been born,
and what was once, will become forever.
and what was glimpsed
will one day be seen in full.

Every ordinary place
alive with this bright reality.
every hillside drenched in glory.

For with God, nothing will be impossible.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jenny Dawkins (Revd).
 Vicar of Christ Church, Gipsy Hill, London.

Poem reproduced by permission.
for more from Jenny see her Instagram page ~ gipsyhilljen.

The Love of God for us

Crib figures photographed by Mr G

There is a story about a Vicar who was baptising a baby in a very large font. The baby slipped from his grasp and disappeared under the water. With presence of mind,he thrust his hand into the font and fished around, saying as he did so, “I know he’s in here, somewhere!”

That’s how I sometimes feel about Jesus and the Christmas hype. In the days and weeks before Christmas we get a bit manic and caught up in frantic activity which has very little to do with the real Christmas. Yet, amidst all the trappings of Christmas and all the false trails we are led along by commercialism or fantasy, there is a real message to be discovered. For Christians there is a real Jesus to be found; an Incarnation to celebrate; and a true God to thank for his greatest gift to the human race – the gift of Jesus as a supreme statement of His love for us all. It’s a truth – Jesus is in there, somewhere. We simply have to pause and be still to discover him.

One of the places I discovered him  is a little mountain village in  Italy called Greccio. Above the village there is a church, built on the site of a very special event which was to have a profound influence on the way we celebrate Christmas and understand its real message.

At Greccio in 1223, St. Francis of Assisi decided that he wanted to celebrate Christmas in a rather special way.
Christmas Day was always a day of special joy to him and in his mind and heart he would relive in spirit the Bethlehem event. It was always a great source of wonder to him that God had taken our likeness and become one of us in Jesus.

At that special Christmas in 1223 Francis spoke to one of the gentleman knights of Greccio and said: “I would like to celebrate the next feast of the Redeemer with you. I would like to recall his birth in Bethlehem in order to see all the poverty he endured from his birth to save us sinners.”
The knight wondered how he would be able to help St Francis to do this and Francis explained: “I want you to put a manger filled with hay in the cave you own on the mountain and I would like you to bring an ox and an ass exactly as at Bethlehem. On Christmas night, I will come up there and, together, we will pray in the cave.”

The knight did as Francis asked and as Christmas Day approached, a great procession made its way up the mountain track. The Franciscan friars were joined by the villagers, shepherds from the surrounding hills and local farmers. Their torches punctuated the darkness with light and the air was filled with song as the friars sang a special hymn which Francis had composed:
“God is our strength. The great and holy Lord sent from the heavens above, his Son born of the Virgin Mary. A chosen Child has been given us and placed in a manger.”

Reaching the cave they were greeted by a crib scene – no longer a distant scene in historic Bethlehem brought to their lives by a biblical text. It was there before them. It was as if, that year, Bethlehem was brought to the top of the mountain of Greccio and they were as much a part of it as those Shepherds long ago. The Eucharist was celebrated on a small altar and Francis explained the Christmas  Gospel – and then, he took a small child from amongst those gathered and laid him gently in the hay. There before them a defenceless child symbolized a vulnerable God who chose to become involved in our lives as one of us in order to bring to birth his love in our hearts.
As the Eucharist was celebrated so they each came forward to receive the sacrament of Holy Communion and their involvement was complete.
Jesus who had come to the world at Bethlehem came into their lives under the form of a piece of bread – vulnerably he placed himself into their hands, as defenceless as he had been in the manger – and it was their hands cupped to receive him which became the crib. Behind all this they discovered the profound truth of Christmas – that love had come to them; they were deeply loved.

The farmers and shepherds and villagers returned home full of joy. It is said that the night was glittering so bright that there was no longer need for their torches to light the way. Each of them was aglow with Christmas light and hope.
They had all been touched by God and had been caught up into heaven as they discovered in the simplest yet most profound  way possible the truth that in the birth of the Christ-child they had been drawn into the life of the :
Great little one whose all-embracing birth
Brings earth to heaven, stoops heaven to earth.

Of course, what happened in 1223 in Greccio was just a beginning. As a result of what Francis did cribs are to be found in almost every Christian church, many city, town and village centres and all places where Christ’s birth is celebrated.
Children gaze in wonder; adults are reduced to awe; prayers are said and hopes and longings find a focus; sadnesses are poured out and joys are celebrated. The image of the Christ child in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger draws people to contemplate the mystery of God born in our midst in so fragile an environment, so vulnerable a birth. And each one of us who celebrate Christmas is drawn into an involvement with the real Christmas.
Like the villagers, farmers and shepherds in central Italy long ago, we have been invited to discover that God really does love us. In our dark and vulnerable world of today we do need to hear and believe that!

This has not been the easiest year for the human race and so many are left feeling unprotected and fragile. We are less secure and less certain; Ours is a much darker world than it was last Christmas.
In Bethlehem today, as in many places of the world, there is not the stillness of that much loved Carol, Silent Night.
The Archbishop of York, Stephen Cottrell, in his Christmas message from Bethlehem, spoke of a silence of those feeling abandoned,living in tension, fear, turmoil. He spoke, too, of the people in Gaza and the West Bank and the pain and difficulties of their lives. Archbishop Stephen urged us all to pray, “as never before for peace in the Holy Land.” 

A meaningful peace is formed in hearts of love. It’s needed also in the Ukraine, the Sudan, Syria and so many areas of global conflict where there is struggle between human beings fighting each other in the name of ideologies which bring conflict. Bethlehem has become synonymous of all that is not pure and lovely in humanity and all that is wrong in the human heart. For many, the answer has been to live for themselves but we are all involved with each other.
We need to hear that we are loved and valued and of infinite worth. We need to feel secure enough to reach out in love to others.
The crib of Christ offers us that security, albeit from the most vulnerable place imaginable – the innocent heart of a babe born in the very margins of society and in the most inauspicious of circumstances.
Yet from the crib, Godly love pours out to us drawing from us awe and wonder of a God who is prepared to risk everything and who is prepared to love us despite what we do to him and to each other. In our own need and vulnerability, we should rediscover this.

Here are words of  the late Mother Jane SLG, a nun whom I had the privilege of knowing personally and whose wisdom lives on for us.
“If we have the courage to admit the reality of our situation, that we can rely only on God, we are open to receive the glory which will shine in every corner of our lives and ourselves, showing up the shadows more starkly, but inflaming us with a delight in God that keeps our perspective right and helps us to accept and transcend our own and other peoples’ shortcomings because the love of God is so much more important.”

The Love of God is so much more important – because of Christmas he is in our lives somewhere. May we discover that He is in our hearts. It will make all the difference.

[Mr G. Christmas Eve 2025]