Tag: Joyce Smith

The Camel’s Story

The Camel’s story of the journey carrying the wise men to pay homage to Jesus.,
as told to my friend Joyce Smith.

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.

When we arrived,
our loads were lightened
as our masters
slid off our backs.

But that wasn’t all;
as we knelt
before the baby,
it felt as if
all our burdens
had been lifted.

[Joyce Smith]

Inspired by Matthew 2: 3-9
there, ahead of them, went the star that they had seen at its rising.

*** Camel borrowed from ‘fit to be loved’ blog

Changed by what they had seen

Knitivity, a knitted crib by Mary Smith (Aunty Mary), now sharing in the real crib of heaven.
Photographed by Piers Northam.

The Shepherds witness to the birth of Jesus
A poem meditation from my friend Joyce Smith

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

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

Stoops heaven to earth

From Joyce Smith, another photo tweet.

My friend Joyce’s latest photo Tweet takes, as its theme, the soaring flight over the earth which symbolizes the coming of the Christ-Child in the birth of Jesus to Mary and Joseph. 
Joyce chooses the caption which takes up this theme ; –

This Holy Night heaven reached down to earth.

The stooping down of God to embrace earth and all creation with His saving Love has an echo in those moments in a faith journey where we encounter heaven opening and sense God’s presence so keenly that it takes our breath away and for a time we feel drawn into God’s embrace. These are our thin moments when the membrane that separates earth from heaven is so thin that we could be in either place.
As indeed we are, and far more than we realize.  God is very near but unless we are still, it is easy to miss Him. A bit like the Whisky Priest in Graham Greene’s novel, The Power and the Glory who “missed happiness by seconds at the appointed place.”

All but a few shepherds and animals missed God’s coming at the appointed place of Bethlehem in the stillness of the Night.. As the writer of the Book of Wisdom in the Old Testament put it in the beautiful words in Chapter 18:

When all things were in quiet silence
and the night was in the midst of her swift course,
Down from the heavens, from your Royal throne,
leapt your all-powerful Word.     

 Being attentive to God’s coming to us in our lives means watching and hoping with real expectancy that He will indeed Come.
And whilst we might not always meet Him at the appointed place, that is not the final moment or place. God is always waiting and creating new thin places of meeting, each Christmas being an absolute certainty of that truth.

For reasons we hardly can fathom, He has this ‘thing’ about touching us with the love and joy pouring constantly from His heart. In Jesus He shows us just what that means.

So with the 17th century Poet, Richard Crawshaw in his poem, In the Holy Nativity of God, let us gratefully say :

Welcome, all wonders in one sight!
Eternity shut in a span;
Summer in winter, day in night’
Heaven in earth and God in man.
Great little one, whose all-embracing birth
Lifts earth to heaven
Stoops heaven to earth.

[Mr. G]

All are Welcome

Joyce sent this picture tweet recently. She commented:
In spite of being a stranger, this lone Laysan Teal seems to have been accepted by the other waterfowl at Welney nature reserve.
It got me thinking about hospitality.

There is an ancient rune or poem about Celtic Hospitality which begins:

I saw a stranger yestere’en:
I put food in the eating place,
Drink in the drinking place,
Music in the listening place.

All this because the guest brings a blessing from God because, as the poem ends:

Often, often, often
Goes the Christ in the stranger’s guise.

The idea of seeing Christ Jesus in others, especially in strangers and visitors has its root in early church practice.  It was particularly central to the teaching of St. Benedict.
St. Benedict wrote a rule for living, for his monks, which has become enshrined in the practice of Benedictine communities and the wider Christian Church ever since.
Amongst the things he put into his rule, St. Benedict said this:

All visitors who call are to be welcomed as if they were Christ,
for he will one day say: I was a stranger and you took me in
(Mt 25).

Benedict then set down how guests should be received and how they should be treated. His teaching has its roots in ancient practice which was as much part of Judaism as it was Christianity. Both are doubtless mindful of what the epistle to the Hebrews calls entertaining angels unawares – without knowing it. (Hb 13:1). There is an echo here in the Old Testament story of Abraham’s hospitality to the three angels at the oak of Mamre in Genesis 18.

Seeing Christ in each other is something which ought to make a huge difference to how we treat each other.  St. Benedict in his rule cautions about self-centredness and offers hospitality towards others as an antidote to this. 

One of the stories about how we should treat others as if they were Christ is Luke 7: 36-50.  It begins with a Pharisee called Simon who seemingly offered hospitality to Jesus.  His motives however, were suspect and we quickly see that he had no intention of treating Jesus as the honoured guest.
In contrast a woman, who had the notoriety locally of being a sinner, entered the house bearing an alabaster jar, out of which she poured ointment and began to wash Jesus’ feet.  It was an act of profound love and honour, though the gathering greeted what she did in the kind of shock-horror which is the hallmark of certain kinds of so-called newspapers today!  Surely if he were a prophet, they began to murmur, he would know what kind of woman was touching him!
Whatever her sin, theirs was all the greater because they had failed in hospitality.  Jewish Law was extremely strict in how the stranger and visitor are to be received. From the time of Abraham onwards, great importance was attached to hospitality.  It is described as a sacred obligation. In biblical times, certain customs are attached to it such as providing water for washing the feet, greeting a guest with a kiss on both cheeks, offering olive oil mixed with spices to anoint the hair, all these demonstrated hospitality – loving strangers – in a practical way: which is why Benedict was careful to highlight hospitality in his Rule.
Jesus saw Simon’s hospitality as a complete sham and the self-righteous outpouring from his lips condemns him as a bigot whose religious practice is equally bogus.  By contrast the woman, says Jesus, has done much more than follow Jewish custom.  What she did came straight from her heart. She had, said Jesus, shown great love.  She demonstrated true hospitality and Jesus saw beyond what others saw in her.  He saw The Spirit at work in her heart.  

The final part of this story moves our attention away from the Pharisees towards the woman whom Jesus forgives, grants peace and makes whole.  Apart from being shown a lesson in true hospitality we are also reminded that Jesus has an inclusive view of humanity by which all who turn to God are accepted, blessed and made whole.  God who makes us in his image and in Jesus Christ restores that image within us, excludes no one from his Gospel net of love.  By implication, neither must we.
Equally, there is a warning here – if we fail to embrace others with loving hospitality then we condemn ourselves.  If we fail to see Christ in others then we are failing in our witness to His Good News of eternal love and salvation.  Our welcome of others must be authentic and real and lead to true loving openness as a Christian community.  As Benedict reminds us, at the heart of Christian hospitality is the recognition that all are of infinite value to God; all are precious and all are worthy of being treated lovingly.

Sometimes Christianity can appear harsh, judgemental and unloving. It can seem to be exclusive, unyielding and so righteous that it is off-putting.  Sometimes we can erect barriers which keep people out if they don’t fit into our own view of how things should be.  The trouble with barriers, of course, is that they not only keep people out – they imprison people within.  By the way he treats the woman who anointed his feet Jesus makes it quite plain that God’s saving love is available to all and none are excluded. It opens our lives and hearts to a deeper love and joy and acceptance of and by God that should be a great comfort to us.

It certainly seemed to be to the Laysan Teal.
Thank you Joyce for sharing.

[Mr. G]