Tag: Meditation

Listen

Porthsychan Cove, Pembrokeshire Coastal Path. Photo by Gill Henwood

Waves lapping on the shore,
caressing  pebbles,
Stroking backwards and forwards,
a rhythm of serenity and quiet pause,
contradicting the rush and the frantic lifestyle
which often overwhelms that inner search
for peace; for stillness.

We are advised to search for the still, small voice
which Elijah heard after the frenzy of earthquake,
wind and fire.

The thing is that he did not seek it.
The voice sought him.
All he did was stand uncertain of what was happening.
His world was crashing around him.
Confusion reigned.
But God waited and came quietly,
speaking words Elijah needed to hear.

And so for us
Like the waves, God’s grace flows across the pebbles
of our life as clear, pure water,
bathing us with His love.
He seeks us out and refreshes our life with new hope.

Sense the movement of the waves
and listen.
You may just find that there is  a message for you
which you need to hear.

[Mr G 8th August 2024]

“after immense Activity one passes into a phase
where passivity is the only way.
I pray that you may be finding this passivity as the way
in which the soul serves God, not by doing this or that
but by passively receiving the great stream of His love
and compassion.

{Michael Ramsey}

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The next Blog item will be later in August

It was the usual custom

Today is Candlemass Sunday when the Christmas Season ends with the visit of the Holy Family to the Temple. Jesus was dedicated to God and was then blessed by Simeon and Anna, both waiting for their own blessing by Jesus. Simeon said the words of the Nunc Dimmitis – Lord, now let your servant depart in peace. He also made a prophesy about what would befall Jesus as his ministry culminated with His Crucifixion.
This meditation takes up a theme which goes on that journey – in which the ordinary things in life are made special by God.
I have used the words many times but I cannot tell you where they came from. Whoever wrote them clearly wants people to think about how Candlemass leads us on the most significant journey of the Christian faith. It therefore deserves a wider praying

It was the usual custom
– nothing special, nothing fancy.

Two young pigeons, the minimum requirement,
they weren’t rich.
A baby to be dedicated –
the formalities at the Temple.
Get the baby done, and we’ll be on our way.
But God made it special.

It was the usual custom – nothing special, nothing fancy.

Bar-mitzvah boy, a trip to Jerusalem.
The age of adulthood –
some prayers and a family celebration.
Move past another milestone and get on with our lives.
But God made it special.

It was the usual custom – nothing special, nothing fancy.

Cousin John with his wild shaggy beard,
dunking the crowds – they queued for miles –
into the water.
Join the new movement – the latest hot preacher.
But God made it special.

It was the usual custom – nothing special, nothing fancy.

A wedding in the village.
A family occasion –
laughter and singing, far too much drinking –
the wine has run out, what a disaster!
But God made it special.

It was the usual custom – nothing special, nothing fancy.

A Roman crucifixion –
whip and nails,
taunting crowds,
left hanging to die.
But God made it special.

Lord – such ordinary things,
a dedication, a coming of age, a baptism, a wedding, a death –
but you filled each one with hope and promise.

So in the ordinary things of our lives – may we see you,
and in seeing you – may the ordinary things in our lives
become heavenly encounters,
special moments, not to be missed.
Amen.

I will sing of the greatness of the Lord.

31st May. Visitation of Mary to Elizabeth. Coptic style icon.

My soul magnifies the Lord.

A meditation on the Visitation of The Blessed Virgin Mary to her cousin, Elizabeth. Mother of John the Baptist, with special reflection on the ‘Magnificat’.(Luke 1: 39-56)
This meditation was part of last year’s  offering for Advent & Christmas by our friend, Joyce Smith.

We were both blooming
in the joy of our pregnancies.
I was carrying the forerunner,
and Mary carried the Anointed One.

We  had so much to share,
we were  both so excited,
and yet fearful
at the same time.

Yet, in all the ups and downs
Mary couldn’t keep from singing.

She sang of the greatness of the Lord;
that he had chosen her to bear his Son,
who would change the world;
FOREVER.

This would be no empty political promise,
of levelling up and giving out
meagre benefits.

Mary’s Son,
God’s Son,
really would reach out
to everyone;
seeking justice
and fairness for all.

He would give
priority to the poorest and weakest;
standing on the edge
with the powerless
and disenfranchised.

Mary, my cousin,
sang her song,
which will stand
for all generations.

Who will sing it now?
Who will listen?
Who will act?

[Joyce Smith]