As I travel through the early morning blear
And half light,
Above what man has made
Is today’s unique gift.
A sunrise
Glowing with hues of blue and apricot
Ethereal
And sustaining
So long as you’re paying attention
As I travel through the early morning blear
And half light,
Above what man has made
Is today’s unique gift.
A sunrise
Glowing with hues of blue and apricot
Ethereal
And sustaining
So long as you’re paying attention
So Jesus asked the twelve, ‘Do you also wish to go away?’ Simon Peter answered him, ‘Lord, to whom can we go? You have the words of eternal life. (John 6:67-68)
There are those who draw attention to themselves
But not my gentle friend
Who quietly stirs the hearts
Of those with good will
Who prompts the shy smile
Who prompts the reticent student
To ask a question
Who helps our hearts
Blaze against injustice
Who helps us see the good
In others and ourselves
Who can use the words of a man
Full of failings
To help another
Glimpse their heart’s longings
O come Holy Spirit?
No,
Our gentle friend
Is already with us.
Am I paying attention?
Much is said about young people and faith. This account by a young person is wonderful and, for someone has ministered to the young for many years, heartening reading
http://journals.worldnomads.com/juliabedi/story/110831/Australia/Losing-Faith#axzz2ukvOggWk
‘So whenever you give alms, do not sound a trumpet before you, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, so that they may be praised by others…‘And whenever you pray, do not be like the hypocrites; for they love to stand and pray in the synagogues and at the street corners, so that they may be seen by others. (Matt 6:2,5)
I can’t imagine living in a country where war is all I know
But I can try… And the thought is distressing
I can’t imagine living in a place where I see people killed around me
But I can try… And the thought is heart breaking
I can’t imagine seeing the result of bombs going off in my neighbourhood
But I can try… And the thought is frightening
I can’t imagine having my husband, sons, daughters or family members dying from political turmoil
Bur I can try… And the thought is devastating
I can’t imagine the fear of family members disappearing never to be seen again
But I can try… And the thought is shattering
I can’t imagine living in fear of torture for my beliefs
But I can try… even though the thought horrifies me
I can’t imagine having to leave everything I own, love and know to try to be safe
But I can try… And am overwhelmed
I can’t imagine being an asylum seeker
But I need to try…
No matter how hard I try I can only imagine the pain, the heartbreak, the suffering.
I don’t live it. I don’t feel it.
Those who seek asylum here, it is their reality.
When evening came, his disciples went down to the lake, got into a boat, and started across the lake to Capernaum. It was now dark, and Jesus had not yet come to them. The lake became rough because a strong wind was blowing. When they had rowed about three or four miles, they saw Jesus walking on the lake and coming near the boat, and they were terrified. But he said to them, ‘It is I; do not be afraid.’Then they wanted to take him into the boat, and immediately the boat reached the land towards which they were going. (John 6:16-21)
I share the link to a blog by an ex-student who is 20 years old. It contains some timeless wisdom
Jesus said, ‘I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep.’ (John 10:11)
Beloved, let us love one another, because love is from God; everyone who loves is born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, for God is love. (1 John 4:7-8)