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World Wildlife Day

The foxes of Latton visit their Patron, St Francis. Photo by Lynn Hurry

World Wildlife day

World Wildlife day was held on March 3rd.

The Secretary-General of the United Nations, António Guterres, wrote this:

On World Wildlife Day, we reflect on our responsibility to protect the magnificent diversity of life on our planet. And we recognize our abject failure.
Human activities are laying waste to once-thriving forests, jungles, farmland, oceans, rivers, seas, and lakes. One million species teeter on the brink of extinction, due to habitat destruction, fossil fuel pollution and the worsening climate crisis. We must end this war on nature. 

The good news is that we have the tools, the knowledge, and the solutions. This year marks the 50th anniversary of the Convention on International Trade in Endangered Species, which has helped protect thousands of plants and animals. And last year’s agreement on the Kunming-Montreal Global Biodiversity Framework marked an important step towards putting our planet on a path to healing. 

As this year’s theme – ‘Partnerships for Wildlife Conservation’ – highlights, we need to work across governments, civil society, and the private sector to turn commitment into action. And we need much bolder actions now to cut emissions, accelerate renewables, and build climate resilience.  
Throughout, we need to place the voices of local communities and indigenous people – our world’s most effective guardians of biodiversity – front and centre. 

Today and every day, let us all do our part to preserve natural habitats and build a thriving future for all living beings. 

António Guterres Secretary-General, United Nations

photo: Joyce Smith

As we know, there are huge issues affecting Planet Earth right now and much of what we face feels overwhelming. However many feel a sense of responsibility and a desire to work for a real change. Some of us recognise that we are stewards under God for the well-being of creation. For too long  the understanding from the Book of Genesis that humankind have dominion over all the earth, has been interpreted has given us a God-given right to dominate all creatures on the earth and to exploit creation for our own ends. ‘Dominion’ means, rather, Stewardship and Responsibility. Ultimately it involves Accountability to God even if there are many who don’t accept that duty.
Some of us may think that whilst we accept that responsibility, there is very little we can do. How can each of us make any difference?

I am always heartened by this little story:

A little sparrow laid on its back with its legs in the air. Another sparrow walked past and asked the sparrow on his back what it was doing. The little one replied that it had heard that the sky was going to fall in and thought that it should try and help hold it up.
The other sparrow laughed and said, “You’re only a little sparrow with little legs. How can you hold up the whole sky?
The sparrow laid on the floor with its legs in the air, said:
“I know, but one does what one can.”

Whenever we feed the birds in our garden, nurture our plants, take care of our domestic pets, feed and water wild animals and little but significant things such as that, then we are ‘doing what we can’ and it makes a big difference.

Sqirrel helping herself to Vicarage not quite ripe strawberries! Photo: Lynn Hurry

Heavenly Father,
You have taught us, through your servant St Francis,
That all creation is your handiwork.
Grant us your grace that we may
Exercise wise stewardship of this Earth;
Tread lightly upon it;
And cherish its resources;
That our children may enjoy its riches, throughout all generations,
And your name be glorified through all that you have made.
Amen.

Rt Revd David Walker
Bishop of Manchester

Photo: Gill Henwood

Are we nearly there!

It’s almost the feast of the Epiphany when we commemorate the visit of the Magi (Wise men) to the infant Jesus.
Here’s a meditation on behalf of the camels, by my friend Joyce Smith, who died lasy year.

Like the donkey,
we camels are often
left out of the story;
it gives us the hump
!

The journey
was long and exhausting,
but when we glimpsed
the walls of Jerusalem,
we thought we had arrived.
A king would surely
be born in the palace,
and we could rest in
lovely comfortable stables!

But Herod was even
grumpier than we were
when our masters told him
we were seeking
a newborn king
The priests and scribes
searched their sacred books
and found that
Bethlehem was what had
been foretold by the prophets.

And so we carried on,
guided by the star;
determined not to let
Herod’s scheming
thwart our purpose.

The road ahead might be hard,
but we would keep
carrying our masters
until we found
the newborn king.

(Joyce Smith)

Glorifying & Praising

Glorifying and Praising God.

A  poem reflection by the late, Revd Joyce Smith.
Photo by Mr.G, of a Knitted Nativity made by the late Mary Smith of Lancashire
Both Joyce and Mary are now enjoying the fullness of Incarnational joy.

Luke 2:20
The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God 
for all they had heard and seen

The angels.
The stable.
The manger.
The baby.
The Son of God.

They glorified God,
for all they had seen.

Words 
could not do justice
to what they had 
witnessed.

It was the
light in their eyes,
the excitement 
in their voices,
the energy 
in their steps,
and the new found
purpose in their lives,
which witnessed 
to all they had seen.

[Joyce Smith]

Thank you for making me, “me”

Photo by Joyce Smith

Some of you may remember that I wrote about my friend Joyce’s death a short while ago.
She featured regularly on this blog with her photo-tweets.
Today (Thursday July 7th) is the day of Joyce Smith’s funeral.
For all her friends it will be a sad and, perhaps, painful day.
For Joyce’s Christian friends that sadness will be mixed with joy.

Joyce had a remarkable, profound and yet simple, faith.
She knew God and she knew the truth of God’s message in Isaiah,chapter 43 verse 1.
Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine.

Her vocation was embedded in that text or, rather, it was written in the depths of her heart.
Hers was a vocation lived out in the service of others. Her love for those to whom she ministered was rooted in her call to love and be loved in the name and love of Jesus.

Those who knew her felt enriched but also, as were many who, though they did not know her personally, came to know her through her photo-tweets, and the message that accompanied them. They were a regular feature of this Blog and I miss them. But I still have most of the 70+ Tweets and the Psalm reflections that preceded them during the first lockdown. So I will post some of them occasionally because they are too good to lose.

The photo I have chosen sums up Joyce and how I feel about her.
Oddly I don’t think I published it on my Blog before but maybe that’s because its moment is now.

Her note which came with the photo said this:
This little coot chick does not aspire to be a cygnet, but thanks his Heavenly Father for making him who he is.  In the same way as in the words of the Butterfly song, “Thank you Father, for making me, ‘me’ “

The song, as many will know, is much loved by children and so it appealed to the child in Joyce. Probably it would be enhanced by some of her collection of puppets!
She was truly a child – a child of God!

Part of her legacy to children is a booklet she wrote, “A very special donkey”. It is illustrated by the children of Hillhouse School, Ninefields. At an accessible level it takes us along the Palm Sunday journey from the donkey’s point of view and how it discovered who Jesus truly is, along the way.
It’s beautifully told and maybe I’ll get permission to print it next Holy Week.

Back to the song; here it is in full.

THE BUTTERFLY SONG ***
Words and Music  © Brian M. Howard

If I were a butterfly
I’d thank you Lord for giving me wings
If I were a robin in a tree
I’d thank you Lord that I could sing
If I were a fish in the sea
I’d wiggle my tail and I’d giggle with glee
But I just thank you Father for making me, me

Chorus

For you gave me a heart and you gave me a smile
You gave me Jesus and you made me your child
And I just thank you Father for making me, me

The Chorus sums Joyce up. Like the little Coot in the photo she didn’t aspire to be anything but who she is, one loved by God as his child.
I am sure I am not alone in adding my own thanks to God for making Joyce, Joyce !  She is so special and I look forward to seeing her again in heaven.

May she rest in peace
And Rise in glory.

[Mr G]

*** The Butterfly Song (If I Were a Butterfly), is loved and sung around the world.  You can  purchase Brian Howard’s CD, If I Were a Butterfly, that includes this special song and many others by visiting The Butterfly Song Store  – GOD BLESS YOU and have fun singing! – and think of Joyce as you do!