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Thursday April 2, 2020: A journal entry:
JESUS WEPT.
A Morning mist of low cloud wrapped soft around the hills.
I read John 6 and tried to ponder on Jesus the living bread. But the mist beckoned and drew me outside, quickly enfolding me in its clammy embrace.
There was no pausing to choose direction. I headed straight up the hill blanketed in the foggy stillness, only birdcall echoing the inner certainty – she’s coming to pray.
Pray up the hill. I haven’t prayed up there for a while. I’ve prayed. But not there on God’s hill, my place of retreat.
At the summit, as cloud drifted and lifted, it was my heart that rained out its anguished plea, the cry for help with COVID19: LORD HEAR OUR PRAYER. Help us Jesus.
That was it. No wordy waffle. I perched on the rim of the damp bench, poised in grief and need; heart, mind and spirit turned to God, “Yet still do I praise you Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Living God.”
A lull then settled over me, like a mute button had been pressed to hush the turmoil of my distressed thoughts and wretched emotions concerning the plight of the world’s people. Wait. Be quiet!
Jesus wept. The words from last Sunday’s reading came to mind loud and clear.
33 When Jesus saw her crying, and the Judaeans who had come with her crying, he was deeply stirred in his spirit, and very troubled. 34 ‘Where have you laid him?’ he asked. ‘Master,’ they said, ‘come and see.’ 35 Jesus burst into tears. (John 11:33-35 NTE)
I too burst into tears, and as I wept, there at the top of the hill, I knew he was weeping with me. Weeping with all the world. Weeping for us all.
Turn to me. And I, turning, vision all awash, could see clearly, he was there. Feed my sheep. To this I shook my head, and thought, I’m no pastor. You are a minister of my word. Therefore, speak my word to others. Speak my word to one another. And suddenly understanding dawned. “You aren’t just saying this to me, are you? It’s your call to all of us: Feed your sheep. The responsibility is ours collectively.” And I pictured the scattered sheep, isolated from one another but belonging together and needing creative new ways of being church and speaking grace and hope to one another and others.
I plunged, then, down the hill, not following the worn paths but winding down the steeper slope, weaving through knee high weeds, around rocky mounds and patches of slippery flattened grass, to emerge at the wider base track.
Now is the time to forge new paths. Jesus is still the Way, the “base track” of my faith remains the same. It’s the network of familiar paths that represent how we have lived out our faith, that have fallen away, not God’s word or his kingdom, or his love.
I am thankful for this love that comes to us where we are: scattered sheep weeping in the mist of uncertainty. I’m thankful that Jesus wept and that his way isn’t set in stone. That he comes and calls us to discover a new and living way, today and tomorrow and the next day. Hallelujah! This is a new day! And the Jesus who weeps with us in our distress will renew us and lead us on beyond COVID19.
JESUS WEPT.
The autumn sun filtered a pale ray through the drifting grey. A reminder that the God who weeps, also sheds light as well as tears.
Thorns and thistles
by Colleen Fitzpatrick
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But land that produces thorns and thistles is worthless and is in danger of being cursed. In the end it will be burned (Hebrews 6:8).
Read Hebrews 6:1–8
This week’s readings have had a strong agricultural theme. We have heard about planting seeds on good land, where crops can grow and flourish. Today’s reading celebrates land that receives rain and produces a useful crop – unlike land that produces thorns and thistles that ‘is worthless and is in danger of being cursed’.
In Monday’s reading of the Parable of the Sower, Jesus refers to the seed falling among thorns as referring to ‘someone who hears the word, but the worries of this life and the deceitfulness of wealth choke the word, making it unfruitful’ (Matthew 13:22).
How long is your worry list? The worries of life are potentially numerous – we can worry about work situations, home and health, family and friends, not to mention all of the things that pop into one’s head at 2.00am when sleep is eluding us.
And then there is the ‘deceitfulness of wealth’. The gap between the poor and the rich continues to grow. The housing shortage is part of our everyday landscape. In the midst of winter, the plight of homeless people is much more challenging. We have heard that the world has its first trillionaire, and that the numbers of millionaires and billionaires is increasing. Is it possible that pursuing wealth can deceive a person into ignoring spiritual wellbeing?
Maybe another factor is busyness. Yesterday, we thought about the Sabbath rest and the activities that seem to take over every day of the week.
There are other distractions in our lives as well. Our phones and other screens are constantly with us, and we now have AI to do our thinking for us. It is possible to be constantly bombarded with messages and information and to lose sight of what is happening in the real world or to the people around us. It can be challenging to separate truth from opinion. The news is filled with stories of violence and anger directed at individuals, families and groups of people.
All of the above deflect us from the one thing needful. May we ignore the thorns and thistles and be the good soil that allows the seeds of God’s word to be planted and to grow into a strong and vibrant faith.
Precious Saviour, help me to listen and to hear your words so that my faith may grow and flourish. Help me to live with and for Jesus and to follow where he is leading me. Amen.
Colleen Fitzpatrick is retired and lives in Adelaide. She enjoys reading, writing and drinking coffee with her husband, John, and their friends. Colleen and John enjoy regular fitness classes, particularly when they include opportunities to throw frisbees.
Thorns and thistles
by Colleen Fitzpatrick
Click here to download your printable verse to carry with you today.
But land that produces thorns and thistles is worthless and is in danger of being cursed. In the end it will be burned (Hebrews 6:8).
Read Hebrews 6:1–8
This week’s readings have had a strong agricultural theme. We have heard about planting seeds on good land, where crops can grow and flourish. Today’s reading celebrates land that receives rain and produces a useful crop – unlike land that produces thorns and thistles that ‘is worthless and is in danger of being cursed’.
In Monday’s reading of the Parable of the Sower, Jesus refers to the seed falling among thorns as referring to ‘someone who hears the word, but the worries of this life and the deceitfulness of wealth choke the word, making it unfruitful’ (Matthew 13:22).
How long is your worry list? The worries of life are potentially numerous – we can worry about work situations, home and health, family and friends, not to mention all of the things that pop into one’s head at 2.00am when sleep is eluding us.
And then there is the ‘deceitfulness of wealth’. The gap between the poor and the rich continues to grow. The housing shortage is part of our everyday landscape. In the midst of winter, the plight of homeless people is much more challenging. We have heard that the world has its first trillionaire, and that the numbers of millionaires and billionaires is increasing. Is it possible that pursuing wealth can deceive a person into ignoring spiritual wellbeing?
Maybe another factor is busyness. Yesterday, we thought about the Sabbath rest and the activities that seem to take over every day of the week.
There are other distractions in our lives as well. Our phones and other screens are constantly with us, and we now have AI to do our thinking for us. It is possible to be constantly bombarded with messages and information and to lose sight of what is happening in the real world or to the people around us. It can be challenging to separate truth from opinion. The news is filled with stories of violence and anger directed at individuals, families and groups of people.
All of the above deflect us from the one thing needful. May we ignore the thorns and thistles and be the good soil that allows the seeds of God’s word to be planted and to grow into a strong and vibrant faith.
Precious Saviour, help me to listen and to hear your words so that my faith may grow and flourish. Help me to live with and for Jesus and to follow where he is leading me. Amen.
Colleen Fitzpatrick is retired and lives in Adelaide. She enjoys reading, writing and drinking coffee with her husband, John, and their friends. Colleen and John enjoy regular fitness classes, particularly when they include opportunities to throw frisbees.
Ouch!
by Colleen Fitzpatrick
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For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit (Hebrews 4:12a).
Read Hebrews 4:9–13
The concept of a Sabbath rest, in any shape or form, is much less of a reality today than in days gone by. When I was a child, I remember very clearly that no work was undertaken on a Sunday apart from the necessities of preparing food and tending to the needs of the animals on our farm – feeding animals, milking the cows and collecting the eggs.
Sundays were spent going to church in the morning, followed by visiting family or friends or perhaps going for a drive. There may have been time for an afternoon nap or some quiet time for reading or letter writing. Shops were closed on Saturday afternoons and all day Sunday. Team sports were confined to Saturday afternoons. Sundays were a day of rest, which provided a welcome respite from the hard yakka of weekdays.
In today’s reading, we are encouraged to enter God’s rest, where we rest from our own work and our own efforts. By entering God’s rest, we don’t have to do anything active at all to please God. We just need to believe.
A couple of years ago, I was making some pumpkin soup and reached the stage of using a stick blender to smoosh everything together. The blender was making a peculiar noise, and I lifted it out of the soup and put my finger into the area where the blades are – and absentmindedly started the motor. It may not have been a two-edged sword, but it hurt a lot.
God’s word cuts through everything. It is alive and active, and our thoughts and deeds are uncovered and laid bare. It all sounds very messy and embarrassing, not to mention painful, to me.
But that’s not the end. Through faith and God’s grace, we can enter into God’s rest, where we don’t have to do anything other than believe. We can rest from trying to earn our salvation. The task is complete; God’s Son has done the heavy lifting and has died to remove those sins.
Loving Saviour, help us to enter your Sabbath rest, secure in the knowledge that you have ensured our salvation through your death on the cross. Grant us thankful hearts and joyful spirits as we enjoy the fruit of your actions. Amen.
Colleen Fitzpatrick is retired and lives in Adelaide. She enjoys reading, writing and drinking coffee with her husband, John, and their friends. Colleen and John enjoy regular fitness classes, particularly when they include opportunities to throw frisbees.