Reflection: To Know and Be Known

By Mary Bucknall

sheepHave you ever got lost in unfamiliar countryside after taking a wrong turning? This once happened to me a few years ago after climbing the Selborne Zig-Zag in Hampshire. Instead of finding the path back to the village along the wooded hanger and down the hill, I went through a gate across the common, further and further away from my intended destination.

Fortunately, a church came into view – and it was open. I went inside, and over the altar was a stained glass window showing the Good Shepherd bringing home the lost sheep. I suddenly identified with that lost sheep in a real way, as I had been well and truly lost myself. I was so thankful to see the gentle, powerful figure of the Shepherd there.

In Biblical times, the shepherd’s task was to guard a flock of sheep by night and day against wolves and to seek out the lost and bind up the injured and the lame. He was responsible for leading the sheep to pasture and water, and for the general health and welfare of the flock – tupping, lambing, marking, dipping, milking, shearing and a multitude of other tasks. He knew each sheep by name and called them, and they knew his voice.

I realised then that our deepest need is to know and be known personally and to love and be loved. Love is the essence of the parable of the lost sheep, which the Good Shepherd found and brought home on his shoulders. In the face of such love, what should our response be?

Our response should be to follow in the footsteps of the Good Shepherd in praise and obedience, and not to intentionally stray or get lost.

Loving shepherd of thy sheep
Keep us all, in safety keep
Nothing can thy power withstand
None can pluck us from thy hand.

Jane E. Leeson (1842)

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A New Year’s Revelation
A New Year’s Reflection

A Christmas Reflection
Choices, Choices
Intelligent Machines
Life After Death
Life’s Challenges Pt. 2
The Shattered Glass
Not Quite the Damascus Road
A Home for the Lord
The Chair

Happiness
The New Age of Martyrs

A God of Second Chances
Acceptance & Rejection
New Lights
New Things
More Thoughts on Christmas
Thoughts on Christmas

The Vastness of Creation

Unexpected Treasure

Life’s Challenges
Home is where the Heart is
Beyond Fear to Exhiliarating Trust
Friends
Sticks and Stones
Beauty in the Chaos
God and Creation
Perfect Timing
The Lord is near
Having fun and taking new steps with our friends
A friend who stands where we stand, and weeps with us
Remain in Me

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Reflection: Hands

By Christine Pitts

beggingLook at your hands and think about how very useful they are, I could fill a whole page with the number of different ways we use them but probably one of the loveliest ways is when we use our hands in love for others. In the middle of January I had the joy of becoming a Grandmother for the 5th time. The day after baby was born we went to visit her and on walking into the room we found our 3 year old granddaughter sitting on the settee next to her other Grandmother holding baby in her hands and looking as proud and pleased and happy as anyone possibly could. That morning she had taken a photograph of baby to nursery to show everyone and had then held the photo in her hand all morning refusing to put it down. When we asked her to show baby to us the first thing she wanted to show us was baby’s hands and she kept marvelling and saying: “look how small her hands are”, which we thought so sweet as her own hands are still very small.

The Bible is full of verses about the hands of God: powerful hands, creative hands, guiding hands, healing hands, comforting hands, loving hands, and in Isaiah 49:16 we are told that God has engraved each one of us on the palms of his hands. These are the hands that suffered the pain of nails hammering him to the cross, they are hands that have redeemed us, forgiven us, and offered us a wonderful new life in Him. Whenever we are finding life difficult and stressful we can take comfort in knowing that: “The Lord your God takes hold of your right hand and says to you: “Do not fear for I will help you”. (Isaiah 41:13) That reminds me of the lovely poem: ‘The gate of the Year’ written in 1908 by Minnie Louise Haskins and quoted by King George VI in one of his Christmas broadcasts:

I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year
“Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown”.
And he replied: “Go into the darkness and put your hand into the hand of God
That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way”.
Just as our 3 year old wanted to hold her new baby sister in her hands all day and look after her, so God wants to hold us in his hands whenever we let him for in his hands we can feel safe and know his love and peace.

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A New Year’s Reflection

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Choices, Choices
Intelligent Machines
Life After Death
Life’s Challenges Pt. 2
The Shattered Glass
Not Quite the Damascus Road
A Home for the Lord
The Chair

Happiness
The New Age of Martyrs

A God of Second Chances
Acceptance & Rejection
New Lights
New Things
More Thoughts on Christmas
Thoughts on Christmas

The Vastness of Creation

Unexpected Treasure

Life’s Challenges
Home is where the Heart is
Beyond Fear to Exhiliarating Trust
Friends
Sticks and Stones
Beauty in the Chaos
God and Creation
Perfect Timing
The Lord is near
Having fun and taking new steps with our friends
A friend who stands where we stand, and weeps with us
Remain in Me

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Reflection: A New Year’s Revelation

By Janet Andrews

The first two years of my evacuation during the war was at the age of six when I was sent to live with an Aunt and an Uncle who was a farmer. Due to relocation to a farm in another part of the country it was not possible to take me with them and their two young children. So at 8 years old I was sent to an ‘Aunt and Uncle’ in Fernhurst in Surrey. I am not going to talk about that – it was a bit of a difficult time for me.

But I will tell you of something that happened to me one night.

I was fast asleep in bed when it happened. Whether this was a dream or vision I did not know, but I found myself waking up facing my window (which in reality was covered by a heavy curtain) and I saw a man’s face which was absolutely contorted with terror. His lips were stretched back from clenched teeth, the eyes behind the goggles ‘screamed’ such dread of what was happening to him. He wore close fitting headgear which shaped his skull and a sort of a knotted scarf round his neck. He seemed to be sitting in something (which I learned later was the cockpit of a plane) and was continuing his rapid downward spiral and vanished from my sight.

Then I woke up.

The whole incident had just flashed past my window and yet I could recall every single detail.

I spoke about this frightening experience the next morning and described what I saw. ‘Uncle and Aunty’ looked very taken aback and said that a plane had crashed in the woods during the night not far from where we lived. We went to see the wreckage and we were told the German pilot was killed.

He matched up to my description of what I saw.

It was all very strange and unbelievable. Life was peaceful in Fernhurst and one would think there was not a war. I had no idea what a German pilot looked like. I never saw any newspapers, listened to the radio, and war news were never talked about in front of me or their daughter. Meals were always eaten in silence.

So what did I see? Was it a dream, a vision or did I have some foreknowledge of the future? Why, for what purpose? But I know what I saw in all its vivid details the horror of that poor pilot zooming downward past my bedroom window that night knowing he was facing the certainty of death.

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Intelligent Machines
Life After Death
Life’s Challenges Pt. 2
The Shattered Glass
Not Quite the Damascus Road
A Home for the Lord
The Chair

Happiness
The New Age of Martyrs

A God of Second Chances
Acceptance & Rejection
New Lights
New Things
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The Vastness of Creation

Unexpected Treasure

Life’s Challenges
Home is where the Heart is
Beyond Fear to Exhiliarating Trust
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Sticks and Stones
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God and Creation
Perfect Timing
The Lord is near
Having fun and taking new steps with our friends
A friend who stands where we stand, and weeps with us
Remain in Me

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Reflection: A New Year’s Reflection

By Marylin Kilsby

Do you make resolutions at the beginning of each New Year? If so, how long do yours last before they get broken? Many resolutions bite the dust rather quickly, some within the first twenty four hours. One could say that those who make resolutions demonstrate a certain optimism that the coming year will truly be different. Is this realistic, though? Maybe we find it so difficult to keep resolutions because, unless we change fundamentally, we will, sooner or later, trip and fall once again.

However, the wonderful thing about the Gospel is that our Heavenly Father gives us the Holy Spirit and He enables us to change and become a new creation with a new heart. We can become more like Jesus, not just because we resolve to, for instance, work at becoming a nicer person. As we get closer to God and commune with Him and really want to change, His Holy Spirit in us works a change in us. Even when we do trip up He won’t let us crash to the ground. In Psalm 37:24 we read: “though he may stumble, he will not fall for the Lord upholds him with His hand” (NIV Anglicised). We’ll never be completely like Jesus while we’re on this earth but we can become more and more like Him as He changes us on the inside.

Changes for the better continues to happen way into the future. There are promises in the Book of Revelation for those who overcome the world through believing that Jesus is the Son of God. We will be given a new name and a new song, and there will be a new heaven and a new earth. We will be the Bride of Christ, a new Jerusalem.

Let us rejoice that each of us has a sure hope! One day, our failures to improve in our own strength will be totally forgiven and forgotten. Our Father will continue the work in us which He started on earth. He really will make everything new.

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The Shattered Glass
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A Home for the Lord
The Chair

Happiness
The New Age of Martyrs

A God of Second Chances
Acceptance & Rejection
New Lights
New Things
More Thoughts on Christmas
Thoughts on Christmas

The Vastness of Creation

Unexpected Treasure

Life’s Challenges
Home is where the Heart is
Beyond Fear to Exhiliarating Trust
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Sticks and Stones
Beauty in the Chaos
God and Creation
Perfect Timing
The Lord is near
Having fun and taking new steps with our friends
A friend who stands where we stand, and weeps with us
Remain in Me

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A Christmas Reflection

By Mary Bucknall

There was a commotion, a hubbub, in the meeting room at work. Even I joined in to see what the excitement was all about.

Some visitors had arrived, and the CEO and his wife were sitting talking with them. All eyes were on the smallest member of the group, an eight week old baby boy.

christmas-nativity-pictures-ber10ancHenry William was the focus of the gathering, the centre of the family, and the proud parents were beaming.

The baby gets all the attention! Why is this? Cute, sweet, new life? Something we all need and want for ourselves?

Likewise Jesus as a baby is the focus, the centre, in innumerable nativity scenes, plays, paintings, stained glass windows, embroideries, appliqué, felt, etc, down the ages.

My neighbour gave me three reddish sculpture figurines of Joseph, Mary and Child which were gathering dust in the charity shop where she works every Saturday morning. I washed them with squeezy and dried them, and now they are on my bookshelf, reminding me daily that the focus of their prayerful gaze is actually on the tiny helpless baby in the cradle.

Is Jesus the focus, the centre of our lives? If not, why not? He was born as one of us, tiny, vulnerable, lovable, and He grew up to be our Lord and Saviour of all, dying on the Cross for our sins and rising again from the dead. “For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have eternal life” (John 3:16).

Let’s look to Jesus during this Christmas time with joy and delight and expectancy, just as we take delight in looking at an eight week old baby.

In closing I would like to quote the first verse of a hymn by Patrick Appleford (b.1925).

Lord Jesus Christ,
You have come to us,
You are one with us,
Mary’s Son.

Cleansing our souls from all their sin,
Pouring your love and goodness in,
Jesus our love for you we sing,
Living Lord.

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The New Age of Martyrs

A God of Second Chances
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New Things
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Thoughts on Christmas

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Unexpected Treasure

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Home is where the Heart is
Beyond Fear to Exhiliarating Trust
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Beauty in the Chaos
God and Creation
Perfect Timing
The Lord is near
Having fun and taking new steps with our friends
A friend who stands where we stand, and weeps with us
Remain in Me

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Reflection: Choices, choices

By Edwin Astill

Every day – almost every minute – we make choices. Some are trivial, some life changing. Some we take almost without thinking; some pose dilemmas, and we have to consider the implications for ourselves and for others.

Choices-1Early in his ministry Jesus was faced with choices. After his baptism by John he was “led into the wilderness to be tempted of the devil” (Matthew 4:1-11). After 40 days and nights of fasting in the wilderness the temptation arose. Jesus was faced with choices: which direction was he to take?

His first option, suggested by the devil, was to use his powers to gratify his earthly needs. Rather like those winners of large sums who “spend spend” we could use our talents and resources to simply enjoy ourselves. At the end of our lives what purpose can we be said to have served? Jesus rejected that course, and his powers were used either directly to help the hungry and afflicted, or to illustrate sacred truths.

His second option was to usurp the power of God the Father – not said directly by the devil (he is too subtle for that) – but by challenging him to force God to save him from the temple fall. Jesus had a ready response to that one – “Thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy God”.

His third option was to rule the whole earth. He could overcome earthly rulers and subjugate them. Mankind would be forced to obey him, submit to his will. Throughout history we have encountered men who think they can follow that path. Europe suffered under Stalin and Hitler, Asia under Mao and Pol Pot. Africa, the Middle East, and South America have not been spared in recent times either. Even if Jesus had instituted a benign dictatorship we would not have had freedom to make choices. It is often the bad choices we make that make us rounded human beings!

No, that is not what Jesus chose either. His choice led him to the Cross. His choice was to offer himself as a sacrifice for our sins.

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Life’s Challenges Pt. 2
The Shattered Glass
Not Quite the Damascus Road
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The New Age of Martyrs

A God of Second Chances
Acceptance & Rejection
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New Things
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Beauty in the Chaos
God and Creation
Perfect Timing
The Lord is near
Having fun and taking new steps with our friends
A friend who stands where we stand, and weeps with us
Remain in Me

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Reflection: Intelligent Machines

By Chris Pitts

cartoon-robot-freeEvery day during one week last month the BBC news had an item about robots, or intelligent machines. These amazing machines have already replaced humans in many jobs especially those jobs that are repetitive such as car manufacturing, or packaging. The military often use them in dangerous jobs such as bomb disposal. Many operations in hospitals are now performed with the help of robots such as in microscopically aided surgery or in brain surgery. For children with special needs, in particular autism when children find communication and social interaction difficult, robots can help them to bypass these problems and improve their learning experience by singing songs on request, playing word games and listening to pupils reading. It’s not only schools who are benefitting but in some care homes highly sophisticated computers covered in fur and shaped to look like a pet dog or cat will move in response to being stroked or at the sound of a person’s voice which helps to calm people down especially people struggling with dementia. Before long some medical tests such as blood tests, breath tests for certain cancers and monitoring heart beat regularity, will be able to be carried out by individuals using their smart phones. This will free up Doctors to focus on treatment rather than having to do routine tests.

All our lives are dominated in more ways than we realise by ‘intelligent’ machines: the way we shop or drive our cars, we even have very small computers in our hearing aids. Some experts believe that by 2050 these machines will have reached human level intelligence.

In some ways that sounds rather scary. Will we as humans become redundant? Will our lives be completely ruled by machines? Fortunately that can never be the case because God created us in his image (Genesis 1:26) and he has made us to be responsible for all he has created. He gave us intelligent, clever minds capable of working out how to improve our lives and make things easier for us all, it is amazing when we think of the enormous number of different inventions that have been created even in the last few years. Each one of us is unique, we all have different talents and abilities. We are fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139), God’s workmanship is amazing, he made us not to be just ordinary, but to be extra-ordinary, which means we can never be overtaken by a machine however intelligent it may have been programmed to be.

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The New Age of Martyrs

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Acceptance & Rejection
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Beyond Fear to Exhiliarating Trust
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Beauty in the Chaos
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A friend who stands where we stand, and weeps with us
Remain in Me

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Reflection: Life After Death

By Janet Andrews

When I was 32 years old, my much loved Mother died after a short illness. Totally devastated I bitterly ranted at God ­ how could He do this to me? What was He thinking of?

My father had died 7 years earlier and my brother John had married and moved not too far away.

A few days after the funeral I had sobbed myself to sleep. During that time I had a dream where John had come running into my bedroom saying “Janet, Mum is alive and well and sitting up in bed!” I rushed into her bedroom, and sure enough, there she was; but so young and beautiful looking with such a glorious face that seemed to glow with light. I knew this wonderful being was indeed my Mother, but so different. Full of love I went to embrace her but she said “Do not touch me for I have not yet ascended to the Father”. She gave me a radiant I woke up feeling happy and at peace and I knew then that God had sent this vision to comfort me.

I was puzzled by the words my Mother had said and asked someone at Church what did they mean? I was told that these were the words that Jesus had said to Mary in the Garden after His resurrection.

I became a proper Christian that day and not just a churchgoer.

I know that there is life after death and that our bodies will be changed into heavenly bodies when we join Jesus in the new eternal life which knows no end. To see the face of Jesus must be most wonderful to see, so full of love and compassion. That would be the icing on the cake.

I am now a much older person but always full of thanksgiving to God for that wonderful interlude in my life.

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New Things
More Thoughts on Christmas
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Beauty in the Chaos
God and Creation
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The Lord is near
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A friend who stands where we stand, and weeps with us
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Reflection: Life’s Challenges – Part 2

By Marylin Kilsby

Almost a year ago, on October 15, I wrote a Reflection called Life’s Challenges. Well, there have been some developments since then which aren’t so easy to write about. However, this is real life and our Reflections are about real life.

While staying with a friend in Finland in late July, I became ill very suddenly and had to be taken to Turku hospital by ambulance. After a couple of days’ stay in the Audiology ward, I was told that I probably had an inflammation of the nerve which runs between the inner ear and the brain. I now feel pretty OK but the illness has left me a bit more deaf with a bit more tinnitus and, significantly for me, less able to hear the clarinet. Some of the higher notes sound duller but, at the same time, my ear is more sensitive to them. I’m not sure how things will pan out long term as I don’t know yet whether my hearing aid can be reprogrammed to overcome this or not. However, I know without a shadow of a doubt that the Lord is in control and that He has the whole situation in hand.

Despite everything, there have been some really positive aspects to this whole scenario. Throughout the time in Finland, the Lord kept me so at peace that it was amazing. The friend I was staying with has excellent English, as had most of the medical staff. Because I was on a ward dedicated to people with ear and hearing problems, all the medical staff were deaf aware and I had no communication issues whatsoever. My Christian next door neighbours, a Scot married to a Finn, were in Turku when I was in hospital there, so they were able to visit me in hospital!

You may remember from the previous Reflection that we talked about forgiveness. This has also had a positive ending. I met the person whom I told you about previously, again, in June of this year and realised that the Lord had done His work. There was no unforgiveness and no awkwardness. In its place was compassion. Praise God!

Challenges can cause us to turn to God and get our strength from Him. I pray that each of us will know the truth of this throughout our lives.

And now, just as you accepted Christ Jesus as your Lord, you must continue to follow him. Let your roots grow down into him, and let your lives be built on him. Then your faith will grow strong in the truth you were taught, and you will overflow with thankfulness.
– Colossians 2:6-7, New Living Translation

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Perfect Timing
The Lord is near
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A friend who stands where we stand, and weeps with us
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Reflection: The Shattered Glass

By Tracy Williamson

glassToday I dropped a glass. It slipped from my hand as I was lifting it to the cupboard, crashed down onto the work surface and shattered. I knew as soon as it slipped that it would break but I thought it would be a chip, or a small fragment breaking away as it hit the surface. But it shattered, shattered completely. Tiny glass fragments went everywhere, all over the work surface, down into the cracks of utensils and electrical goods, all over the floor. As the fragments and shards bounced against hard surfaces they shattered again, falling as tiny heaps of glass dust, almost invisible to the eye, but lethal to touch or unawares put your foot upon.

It wasn’t an expensive glass, just an ordinary kitchen tumbler but nevertheless I felt sad as I gazed at the destruction around me. I swept as much as I could see of the broken shards into a dustpan but still kept finding more and more fragments. Occasionally when an ornament has broken I have managed to glue the part back in and make it almost like new again, but there was no way this glass could be repaired. It was smashed beyond repair, only fit for the dustbin. I felt sad that this was the end for something that had faithfully provided so much refreshment in times of need.

As I tipped the glass into the bin, a clear thought came in my heart, ‘What is impossible for men is possible for God.’ I stopped short and stared at the broken glass. Surely God wasn’t asking me to pray for the glass to be restored? But then I realised, He was using it as a picture of the loving, restoring work He does in our lives. Where our only option is to throw away anything that breaks, He sees us differently and in His incredible love and power can make the most shattered lives whole.

And suddenly this warm awareness flooded my heart. I had been that shattered glass. Innocent and whole at my birth one trauma after another had fractured me. The serious illness at 3 years that put me in hospital for a year at the mercy of witch like matrons, the abuse I experienced there late at nights when no one was around to rescue me, causing deep down shame and terror; the subsequent trauma of losing my hearing and some eyesight but because of not being diagnosed as deaf for nearly another decade, being classed as stupid from my earliest schooldays. School a nightmare of confusion and bullying all compounded by the sudden severe illness and loss of my dad to cancer when I was 7. The arrival of my stepfather when I was 9 and the ongoing verbal and sexual abuse from then on….Step by step I hoped for new things only to be shattered again, the fragments of the fun loving, childlike, creative, loving Tracy shattering in their turn until I became a shell, believing that the only answer was death.

But God did not let me be annihilated in that dustbin of death or hopelessness. Instead He brought me to Himself. He carefully swept into His own hands every broken, jagged part of my life. He held me tenderly and showed me that He had allowed His own flawless self to be savagely broken so I could become whole. I felt I had no use, that I was a nothing person. But He looked at me and said I was beautiful and that in His love and longing for me to be whole, He had died for me. I could not put myself together, I had already tried for many years, but within weeks of accepting His love and forgiveness He was starting to mend me. Love, peace and the desire to forgive, began to replace the shame, fear and hatred. He took my broken dreams and personality and gently glued them back into my life with a glue that could never wear out and crack, the glue of His precious blood, His forgiving love. Fun and laughter, creativity and confidence were born afresh in my heart. Each fragment He fitted in perfectly. Yes there were cracks and scars, myriads of them as He was using the original glass not binning that and starting afresh. But in an amazing way, as He held me, forgave me, wept over me and loved me, the very scars and cracks became glistening, sparkling channels of His love and understanding of others. My pain has become empathy; my terror has become hope, my anger and hatred, love and forgiveness of others.

I am still flawed and always will be. But with the glue of His love making me whole I know His beautiful light is shining through those cracks that once almost destroyed me. Moreover, incredibly, He has enabled me to safely hold the pure water of life that He pours within me and asks me to give others to drink. As they come and sip of that water, I see their fragments and shards starting to be made whole too and His beautiful light shine through them in their turn. He is so wonderful and I love Him so much.

Our ordinary glasses and ornaments may get too smashed to ever repair but in His hands every one of us can and will be made whole and beautiful again.

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The Chair

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The New Age of Martyrs

A God of Second Chances
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Home is where the Heart is
Beyond Fear to Exhiliarating Trust
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Beauty in the Chaos
God and Creation
Perfect Timing
The Lord is near
Having fun and taking new steps with our friends
A friend who stands where we stand, and weeps with us
Remain in Me

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