Hunny! 40 Days in the 100 Aker Wood – Day 32
It is very sad when, in our church fellowships, we allow our inner rabbit to run wild. Instead of turning cheeks we slap each other in the face,
It is very sad when, in our church fellowships, we allow our inner rabbit to run wild. Instead of turning cheeks we slap each other in the face,
With our petty arguments over whether we were being ‘Bouncy or Coffy’ or even ‘Boffy’ how ever will those around us be able to see we are Christians by the way we love one another?
Like Bulls in China shops (or is it Toddlers in the Sanctuary?) when we just get on and do things we get the job done but we can often leave a wake that requires repentance and reparation
…if there is a bridge over the River of the Water of Life and you are not allowed to play Poohsticks can the place really be named Paradise?
My fear of God is deeply ingrained and I weep that some ministers continue to preach judgement and rejection instead of welcome and redemption.
As a Gobby Vicar (Owl may be another of my patron ‘saints’!) I love the sound of my own voice and never pass up an opportunity to tell others what God really wants us (well, others) to do. I know that daily I need to stop, smell the petrichor, and listen to the voice of Our Beloved saying ‘Where are you’?
Eventually he learns that his real ‘treasure’ is not to be found in ten (or even 10 hundred) pots of honey but instead it is amongst his friends in the 100 Aker Wood.
Spiritual statistics are unknown in the Gospels: they came in with St. Peter in the pardonable intoxication of success: they have since grown to be a mania.
Like the Grinch we must learn that friendship and joy is never about possessions and gifts and stuff, but about each other. When we finally realise that all our hearts will ‘Grow three sizes’.
Perhaps our Beloved’s words of rebuke to the Storm are as much to us as to the wind and the waves that immediately obey?