What kind of a guide are you looking for?

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(1) Someone who knows the way.

That would seem obvious but if you have no sense of direction like me, not so. I could get lost in my own hometown. So a guide who knows his way would be imperative. And not just one way to get somewhere. Once I learn the way to a place, I feel pretty pleased with myself. But I only know that one way. So if ever there is a diversion, you’ve got it – I’m lost again. So the guide needs to know the way so well that, even if there is a diversion or an obstacle in the way, he can still get me there.

The Bible says that God ‘knows the way that I take’ Job 23:10.

(2) Someone who wants to get me there.

A guide could be an excellent guide but it’s not every guide who would want to take along a fellow-traveller like me. I need someone who cares enough to take me along – and not just part of the way. Someone who will take me along till we reach the end of the journey.

‘This is God, our God forever and ever. He will guide us forever’. Psalm 48:14.

(3) Someone who won’t give up.

I get tired, discouraged, frustrated, sometimes I want to give up. I need a guide who will not only keep going himself – but will keep me going too, especially when the going gets tough.

‘Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever’ Psalm 23:6.

He will take me to the end of the journey.

He will take me home.

 

Diablo

Nauseating. Frightening. Explicit. Made me sick. Violent. Painful. Horrifying. Made me sad. Humiliating. Overwhelming. Made me think.

All these things were true of my experience of Diablo, a play written by Patricia Downey and performed by Spanner in the works theatre company.

It’s a play about Human Trafficking in N.Ireland. It includes ‘the bad guy’ who runs the brothel, does drugs, trafficks young girls and has no regard for any other human being. It involves the woman who was his girlfriend, became a hooker and has ended up trapped in the sordid business with him; the girl who is HIV positive and whose sole contribution to the enterprise is to clean the house – until the Boss has one of her organs removed to make some extra money; the homosexual guy who does drugs, tries to escape and ends up being sent off to Cairo; and the beautiful young girl who comes from Ukraine thinking she is going to work in a hotel – she rocks back and forth saying ‘They raped me, one after the other; they raped me, one after the other….’

Does that sound a strange subject for a church building in Belfast on a summer’s evening? It was.

But the reality is that all of that is happening in Belfast. In N.Ireland. Now.

And it should make us sick. It should make us sad. It should make us think.

If you want to think some more about it, here’s an opportunity:

Date: 16th May 2013NMT logo

Time: 7pm – 9:45pm

Venue: The Mac, Belfast

ADMISSION: FREE

WhatNow, in partnership with No More Traffik will be hosting and facilitating a Think Tank for people passionate about human trafficking and its abolition in this nation.

Think Tank: a gathering for people to discuss, connect and dream with input from specialised leaders and an opportunity for you to contribute to the conversation.

Spaces for the Think Tank are limited. If you want to attend, send Stu an email atstu@askwhatnow.org

 

It is I. Be not afraid.

At different points in my life when I have been confused and doubting, God has whispered ‘It is I. Be not afraid’.

Today, a friend shared this lovely poem on Facebook, which has obviously been based on the verse:

The adverse winds blew against my life;
My little ship with grief was tossed;
My plans were gone—heart full of strife,
And all my hope seemed to be lost—
“Then He arose”—one word of peace.
“There was a calm”—a sweet release.
A tempest great of doubt and fear
Possessed my mind; no light was there
To guide, or make my vision clear.
Dark night! ’twas more than I could bear—
“Then He arose,” I saw His face—
“There was a calm” filled with His grace.
My heart was sinking ‘neath the wave
Of deepening test and raging grief;
All seemed as lost, and none could save,
And nothing could bring me relief—
“Then He arose”—and spoke one word,
“There was a calm!”"IT IS THE LORD.”

Quiet place, quiet space

Yesterday I had a Quiet Day in the Mourne mountains, Co. Down.

I went with 3 friends to The Herrons, which is part of the ministry of the Quiet Garden Movement - ‘A simple ministry of hospitality and prayer’.

Run by Eva Needham, it is a delightful house set in the beautiful countryside of the Mourne mountains, with views such as this all around.

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When we arrived at 10am, we were graciously welcomed by Eva and her husband Ken and treated to coffee and tea while we relaxed in their lounge in front of a cosy fire. Eva allocated each of us to a different room, which would be ours for the day. Then, encouraging us to relax and quieten ourselves, she read from Mark 6:30-32:

The apostles gathered around Jesus, and told Him all that they had done and taught.

He said to them, ‘Come away to a deserted place by yourselves and rest awhile’ For many were coming and going, and they had no leisure even to eat.

And they went away in the boat to a deserted place by themselves.

Then we each dispersed to our own solitary space, where we were free to read, pray, reflect, meditate or even sleep. Each of us had been given our own mug for the day, which we could fill with tea or coffee when we wanted, and at 12.30 there was a lovely lunch of soup, breads, cheeses, salad and fruit which we helped ourselves to and ate at any table we chose, while remaining quiet.

We were also free to roam around the house and sit in different places, as well as walk in the beautiful gardens or explore the countryside around us.

At 1.30pm, we met up again in the cosy lounge, where Eva once again read to us, this time from Psalm 37, before sending us off again on our own for another two hours. At the end of that time, we came together, some of us shared a little of how we had found the day, and we concluded with a simple time of sharing communion together.

It was a wonderful privilege to be able to spend a day just being quiet before the Lord, with no deadlines to worry about, no agenda pressing in on us, just space and quiet and time to be – to be with God.

I personally began the day thinking about the story of Mary and Martha in Luke 10:

Martha was distracted with much serving. And she went up to him and said, “Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me to serve alone? Tell her then to help me.” But the Lord answered her, “Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the good portion, which will not be taken away from her.”

I thought about the privilege of coming away from all the things which distract me – and of being able to choose ‘the good portion’ for the day – sitting at Jesus’ feet. Rather than bringing him the long list of things which were on my mind, I decided to just wait for Him to say what He wanted to say. I thought about the privilege of sitting at His feet – and my eyes fell on a foot cushion. The sun was shining through the window, where there was a glass cross hanging, and the sun was casting the shadow of the cross on to the cushion.

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This is where it is our privilege to live – in the shadow of the cross. It is that shadow which shows us the love of Jesus, and also which shows us the love of the Father.

My ESV Study Bible for the above passage directed me to Luke 12:

 And he said to his disciples, “Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat, nor about your body, what you will put on. For life is more than food, and the body more than clothing. Consider the ravens: they neither sow nor reap, they have neither storehouse nor barn, and yet God feeds them. Of how much more value are you than the birds! And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? If then you are not able to do as small a thing as that, why are you anxious about the rest? Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass, which is alive in the field today, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, how much more will he clothe you, O you of little faith! And do not seek what you are to eat and what you are to drink, nor be worried. For all the nations of the world seek after these things, and your Father knows that you need them. Instead, seek his kingdom, and these things will be added to you.

I thought of all the things which so easily distract me, the things which make me anxious, and I brought each one to the Lord, releasing them up to Him. Why are we not to worry, according to this passage?

(a) because there are more important things to think about in life.

(b) because just as surely as the Creator of the birds and flowers looks after them, He will look after us.

(c) because worry will not accomplish a thing.

(d) because our Father knows what we need.

That last phrase had a powerful impact on me as I sat quietly and reflected: Your Father knows.  Your Father knows all your hopes and dreams. Your Father knows all your disappointments and heartaches. Your Father knows.

Beside me on the bookshelf was a statue of a little child nestling in the palm of a hand.

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That’s where I am – in the palm of my Father’s hand.

I will keep you safe in the palm of my hand. Isaiah 51:16.

As I sat quietly, I had been moved to tears – and my tears seemed to mirror the rain which was now pelting down on the window panes as a storm moved across the landscape. Through my tears, I looked through the window, through the rain – and saw a light, a faint light flickering in the distance but then growing stronger and stronger. It was the light of a lighthouse on the other side of the bay.

And it seemed to me that my Father was saying to me, ‘I’ll see you home’.

Don’t worry about a thing. Your Father knows. And He will see you home.

Pray for the peace of Jerusalem

If you have had a look at my blog recently, you will know that Alan and I had the privilege of visiting Israel for a few days earlier this month.

I wrote a short blog entry for each day and posted a few photographs too – I guess it’s a kind of travel log.

It is by no means exhaustive but it does cover some of the sites we visited.

While there, we had the immense privilege of having an excellent tour guide who was an orthodox Jew. Josh not only knows the geography, history and culture of the state of Israel, but he loves his country. His passion shows through and is almost contagious. Not only that, but he is also passionate about his religion and his God. We discussed theology all week with him as we viewed the different sites, often pausing to look up relevant Scriptures which brought it all to life – almost in three- dimensional perspective.

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It would be difficult to visit Israel without being struck by the religious nature of the country. It is not uncommon to see people reading the Scriptures in the streets, nor is it uncommon to see people praying in public. Of course there is the famous place of prayer at the Western Wall – the Jews come here to pray because it is the nearest they can get to the site where their temple used to be, and therefore the symbol of the presence of God. Whole families come to the wall together to pray – the men on one side and the women on the other. I saw some women who, when they were ready to leave, were walking backwards from the wall because they would not turn their backs to the wall, as a mark of respect.

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We stayed in a beautiful hotel in Tel Aviv for a couple of nights, one of which was sabbath-eve. It was a normal busy hotel restaurant, serving lots of delicious food. But in the midst of it all, we could see families who were eating their sabbath meal. The father/husband would stand up with a glass of wine in his hand, read the Scriptures and pray a prayer of blessing over his family, before passing the cup around. I couldn’t help but think that we as Christians often do a funny eyebrow-scratching kind of thing when we pray in public. There was none of that here. When we had lunch with our guide, he quietly excused himself before the meal to go and wash his hands in the ceremonious way they do; and after the meal he once again quietly excused himself so he could read some Scriptures before leaving the table.

All through the city of Jerusalem, the old and new go side by side, the religious and secular are normalised. It is an interesting, fascinating mix of cultures and religions.

Looking through this gate in one direction, you see the Arab quarter; in the other direction, the Jewish quarter.

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On this, the eve of the 65th birthday of this fascinating country, we could do no better than pray for the peace of Jerusalem.

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Munich

We didn’t have much time to explore Munich but we did get to see the BMW headquarters and the Olympic village. Alan enjoyed trying out some of the cars – well, sitting in them anyway!

The motorcyclist drove up and down the escalators.

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Now we are at a retreat for pastors of international churches and their wives – run by International Christian Churches – in Haus Chiemgau.

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