Tag: God's Glory

Beholding God’s Glory

The Transfiguration. Icon written by the late Sister Sr Irène of the Community of Le Bec.

August 6th is the Christian feast of Our Lord Jesus’s Transfiguration on the Holy Mountain. (Luke 9: 28-36).
There, the three chosen disciples, Peter, James and John, were given a glimpse of the glory of God when Jesus was transfigured—when he became bathed in glorious light. It foreshadowed the Resurrection when God’s glory would be fully revealed in the Risen Christ but it also was a comment on the Crucifixion which would seem less than glorious and yet was part of the glory of God who transformed the world with love.
It is the capacity of God to transform (or transfigure) darkness that is the hope Christians and those who belong to other faiths, must always hold on to.

By a quirk of fate, this feast is also the day when America dropped the atom bomb on Hiroshima 79 years ago. There is an irony that nuclear energy which is at the heart of the world and is part of the great earth energy that sustains life should have been used to destroy so much life. It also gave birth to the modern age where nothing seems to be safe anymore. Human innocence was finally laid to rest in Hiroshima. We now have the power not only to destroy each other but also the very planet itself. As we know only too well, this terrible responsibility is not necessarily safe in human hands. We are now capable of blowing this fragile earth to smithereens at the whim of a handful of despots whose exercise of power and terror threatens us all.

So in our present darkened world, we need to return to the Mountain of Transfiguration and the subsequent Hill of Calvary and discover another way—a better, more glorious way which is also the costliest way—that of love. We are being called afresh by God to be Companions of the Transfiguration.
Some years ago, one of the marks of a Companion was said to be this:

“To stand within the redemptive and re-creative energies of God; to stand with Christ at the place where Divine Love and evil meet; to stand alongside individuals in their need and in their pain; to put hands and heart to some work of help and healing within reach.”
Never more so is this needed than today. Never more do we need to pray and to identify ourselves with this Transforming work.

[Mr G, The Icon of the Transfigurtion was written by Sister Irène of the Community at Le Bec Heloine. Traditional methods were used. Between each stage, prayer and contemplation interspersed the work. It was a private commission.
A similar Icon on the same subject and with the same style is in the Chapel of the Transfiguration in the Parish Church of St. John the Baptist, Epping
.]

Black Beck

Black Beck. Lake District.
A winter reflection by Gill Henwood.

A pair of Dippers are patrolling the Beck,
calling as they fly individually up and down their territory.
One was in the water, dipping under the surface seeking grubs.
On a frosty morning the water was above freezing,
still providing a late breakfast.

The low sun had warmed the mist which formed from the Beck
and Esthwaite Water,
clouding over the frozen earth,
until light broke through. 

Light and warmth,
water and ice cold frost,
elements of God’s glorious winterscapes.

The birds are increasing their activity
but still have to shelter through the storms
and survive the harsh times.
The sun’s warmth promises new life,
heralds the coming of Spring.

It’s only a fortnight to St Brigid’s Day!
and the snowdrops are readying to open their scented
upturned-lily bells.

Endure,
await,
take heart –
the Light of the World is shining through the mists and storms…

Gill x
(Photo also by Gill)

Shekinah ~ Glory

A View from the Lakes

One of the joys of having friends in the Lake District is that I am sent wonderful, scenic photographs from time to time.

Over many years I have visited, camped, trecked over hills and down a few ‘mountains, visited bookshops in Ambleside and Grasmere, where I have also  partaken of the famous and delicious ginger bread. I could go on and on. More recently I have come to know something of Josephina de Vasconcellos, an amazing sculptor and her husband, the watercolourist Delmar Banner. They lived near Hill Top. Through them I have found a connection with Beatrix Potter.

But my ‘living’ connection is with my friend, Gill and Stephen and, further North, Lesley and John, and in Carlisle, my friend Michael who ministers at the Cathedral.
It is through Gill’s camera eye that I am able to share the photos with you. The recent mixture of wild, snowy, frost dressed weather has provided contrasts. We are now in the thick of winter and just over halfway through January. Yet there are signs leading to expectation of new growth and new life.

Gill supplies me with reflections, notes and thoughts.

The photo above looks towards Fairfield Horseshoe on the Helvellyn range, over mist rising from Windermere and the River Rothay. In the foreground, the frosted roof of the sheep shed shelters 250 expectant ewes. Another 95 are due to join them as they prepare for lambing from 12th March.
The local fell breed ewes beloved of Beatrix Potter, Herdwicks, are up on the thin grazing sheltering at night by dry stone walls, foraging in the sunlit uplands by day. Here she suggests, sheep may safely graze, the ‘Herdies’ are sheltering and nibbling their way down the slope.

There has been a recent storm. So much of nature around Tarn Hows has been battered but there is also resilience. We dare to be confident whilst woefully aware that the real damage to Nature is being done by human beings.
Up in the Lakeland Hills it is easier, perhaps, to see that beauty and sustainability come at a cost, not so much to us but the struggling animal kingdom. I often hear  it referred to as the ‘natural world’ (of Nature), which ironically suggests that we are the ‘unnatural’ world. I think that the way our humanity is behaving right now, that could be very true!

Storms in Nature are often followed by silence; a time of re-collection and respite.
Gill talks of a ‘still small voice’, as that which surrounded Elijah on the mountain. (1 Kings 11;9-13)
She calls it The Shekinah – the Glory – of the Lord – as cloud over Hellvellyn ridge.

Frost and snow,
wind and cloud,
rain and sunshine,
air and life.
New growth
bringing new hope.
Gratitude, Thankfulness .
Dependence on God.
Love assured.
Kindness lived out
in hearts warmed by grace.

Creation is stewarded
by us for Creator.

Lord have mercy.

[Gill Henwood & Mr G]

{remembering Ronald Blyth RIP}