June 01, 2008

55 maxims

I was feeling quite peeved this afternoon and hard done by. I sat after lunch to play some mindless game to calm down when I remembered this blog. The author joined the Orthodox church as an adult, like someone else I know. He's a lawyer and runs a small sheep farm in some snowy American state. He often has beautiful photos and I find there is a feeling of peace and calm there.

I found a link to these 55 maxims at Paidiea. I pondered many of them and found a lot of sense in them.

Peevishness disappeared after a few minutes.

September 10, 2007

weekend away

Like many other Sydneysiders, I spent the weekend out of town. It was a pleasant change to see no papers or news at all, so I saw no mention of the APEC conference. Didn't even turn on the TV in my motel room.

This weekend was booked last year,well before there was any mention of the fuss and disruption done to our city by this conference. A public holiday was declared by the government for the Sydney metropolitan area.

I attended a conference on the Friday and Saturday organised by New Creation Teaching Ministry. This one was titled "Spirit of God, Spirit of Glory." I thoroughly enjoyed it and was both challenged and encouraged by the speakers. It was held in the old Anglican church, St Stephens, in the Southern Highlands town of Mittagong.

It was fairly wet and quite cold, 6° at 6:00pm on saturday evening, but the church has a marvellous new heating system and the temperature was great. Which was more than the pews were. My back is stil complaining aftr the conference sessions. Too short on the bench part and I don't have long legs, and too upright in the back rest. And very hard, no cushioning at all. I wriggled and squirmed and ended up shoving my Bible as a back rest between me and the pew.

My friend and I had booked rooms in one of the local motels. Clean and basic, but all we needed was a bed and bathroom. Meals were provided by the conference and we ate breakfast at a good local café instead of paying for packet cereal and juice at the motel. After the conference on Saturday night, we sat in my room with some port and chocolate and talked.

We played truant from church on Sunday and went sightseeing in Bowral. The tulip festival is only a couple of weeks off and we looked at the park and the Don Bradman oval.

Then we drove to Berrima, home of a maximum security prison built in the nineteenth century. The town is now very touristy, but we stayed away from that area and went walking around some of the beautiful old houses. I bought some alpaca yarn to make a hat. We sat and talked and then explored the Historical Society's museum which was very good. Cheap too, $3 entry and we were there well over an hour. Too many country museums are not well set out or documented. This was a good one. Too many have lots and lots of identical pieces, all on show. I wondered if this was so no donor could be offended. This museum is different. The lady on the door explained that in many exhibits they had actually cut down on the display so it could be seen well.

The surviors of the Emden were interned there in the disused gaol in World War I. They made dug out canoes to sail on the river, did exquisite wood carving, beautiful drawings, built huts and made thriving vegetable gardens. When repatriation was offered at the end of the war, some remained, having married into the community. I had had no idea of the extent of all this and it was fascinating to see some of the craft and to read how they filled in the time.

We called at Berkelouw's Books on the way back and had lunch at our favourite café again.

All in all a good weekend. Good teaching and fellowship and a great day Sunday with some indepth discussions and lighthearted conversation with my friend. One of the best weekends I've had for a very long time.

ancient christian devotional

My friend gave me an interesting book and I'll mention it here as I know some who read are interested in that sort of thing.

I've been using the lectionary as a guide to devotional readings. It give me a skeleton to work from and I can add to it.

My friend gave this to me as a birthday present, knowing I would appreciate it. He was right, I'm enjoying it.
It's Ancient Christian Devotional; a Year of Weekly Readings.. It's published by IVP which surprised me, under the formatio imprint.

The book takes the lectionary readings and starts with the church's new year, Advent. A very short commentary from an ancient writer is given , two or three for each reading. At the end, an ancient prayer has been printed. Many of the writers I recognised, but there were many from the fourth and fifth centuries that I had never heard of. There is an index with a few, very brief notes on each source cited.

I've had the book for only a couple of days but am enjoying using it. Another link to Christians before me, the communion of saints.

July 29, 2007

patronal festival of st james

Two services were combined today for the patronal feast of St James at St James. There was an impressive procession, although the thurible did not seem to be working quite as well as it could have been. Small puffs of incense arose, instead of clouds.

The congregation sang really well and seemed to put a lot of effort into the processional hymn, For all the saints who from their labours rest... One of my favourites, as I firmly believe in the continuity of the faith and the great cloud of witnesses as described by the writer to the Hebrews. The emphasis on individualism in today's church leaves me cold, as does the number of small groups which have no connection to the rest of Christianity, and certainly no accountability.

The choir was in good form today and the dodgy sopranos from my last service there were now on the note. The setting was by Mozart, and I enjoyed it.

One thing I particularly like about this traditional naglican service is the readings. Many Anglican churches have dispensed with the traditional readings and may have just one. The last service I atttended at St John's Cathedral at Parramatta had only one reading and that wasn't from the lectionary. St James has Old and New Testament readings and the Gospel reading, where the thurible seemed to have finally warmed to its task today. The psalm was Psalm 126, those who sow in tears shall reap with shouts of joy. I felt particularly one with the sentiment here and was much encouraged by it.


Dean Peta Sherlock, Dean of the Cathedral in Bendigo was the preacher. She spoke warmly and well. She said the scripture which had called to her from all for the day, was that particular psalm. Her exegesis was hidden but gave the sermon a strong skeleton which was fleshed out with several interlocking themes, neatly summarised at the end. She said she like preaching to have an eschatalogical flavour and I thought of the last part of the first hymn:


But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious day;
The saints triumphant rise in bright array:
The King of Glory passes on his way.
Alleluya, Alleluya!

From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's farthest coast,
Through gates of pearl, streams in the countless host,
Singing to Father, Son and Holy Ghost
Alleluya, Alleluya!

The eucharist, another timeless link between Christians through the ages, left me nourished as I thought of the one perfect sacrifice of Christ and of his presence there today.

One other hymn also touched me. Christ is made the sure foundation and the precious corner stone.. I'll finish with its concluding verse.

Laud and honour to the Father;
Laud and honour to the Son;
Laud and honour to the Spirit;
Ever Three and ever One: While unending ages run. Amen.

June 25, 2007

st james, king street

I went to St James, King Street, again yesterday. By myself, again yesterday. My husband, who has been insisting on finding a place which suits us both, was only too happy when I said I had no objections if he went to three separate church meetings which he wanted to attend.

I've said before that I grew up in an Anglican church, After years in a brethren group and then more years in churches now more to his liking, my past is calling me strongly. I enjoy the liturgy, the sense of being one with many through the ages, the Eucharist * every Sunday, (every service at St James each week), the amount of Scripture read and prayed through the service. I've been enjoying the choir's contribution too, although they were a bit lacklustre yesterday and one of the sopranos was having a bad day, sliding around the note till she finally found the right spot. Fortunately, the motet, Tantum ergo Sacramentum, words by Aquinas and music by Herbert Sumsion, seemed to have had a a bit more practice than some of the other pieces. I especially like the incense which to this time, has been outside my experience as a normal part of the service. As it swirls, I can sense my prayers, blending with thousands of others, ascending to God.

It does not really feel like home, but then, even home does not feel that way to me right now, despite many years there. I wish I could push aside the clouds which cover my future, so I could see it clearly. I think I know my next few steps, but am unsure whether to take them and when. However, I need to be somewhere, particularly now, and I find comfort there and a sense of participating with God's people.

I have always liked the poetry of such as George Herbert and John Donne. Some of this can make me weep. A Penguin edition of the metaphysical poets has been on my desk for a lng time, along with a similar volume of Gerard Manley Hopkins. My copy is a 1957 edition of the same book and editor.

The closing hymn yesterday was Herbert's King of glory, King of peace. I'll reprint the words but no link to anything being played as the synthesized versions were appalling.


King of glory, King of peace,
I will love Thee;
And that love may never cease,
I will move Thee.
Thou hast granted my request,
Thou hast heard me;
Thou didst note my working breast,
Thou hast spared me.

Wherefore with my utmost art
I will sing Thee,
And the cream of all my heart
I will bring Thee.
Though my sins against me cried,
Thou alone didst clear me;
And alone, when they replied,
Thou didst hear me.

Seven whole days, not one in seven,
I will praise Thee;
In my heart, though not in Heaven,
I can raise Thee.
Small it is, in this poor sort
To enroll Thee:
E’en eternity’s too short
To extol Thee.

* It's not easy to find many churches who do this at least every wek. If I lived near one where there was a midweek service, I would love to attend. Reasons given are varied. Some believe that it demeans the Feast if done too regularly. Personally, I can't follow the logic of that one. If one loves someone, then speaking to them often or making love flows naturally from that. Demeaning if done often? I don't think so.

Some seem to think that the time taken could be better spent on evangelism, whatever is meant by that term. What could be more evangelistic than the setting forth of the death of Christ? The service starts with confession and moves through to the partaking. We are nourished by the body and blood and sent forth to love and serve. St Paul declares he will preach the Cross. In this service it is proclaimed and we announce his eath til his return.

June 12, 2007

prayer needed

While I cannot go into more detail here, I would appreciate prayer please for strength, a clear head, a spirit of prayer and not revenge and ever so much more. I am facing possibly the biggest crisis in my life.

June 04, 2007

st john's, parramatta - trinity sunday

Yesterday we visited St John's cathedral in Parramatta. My husband is part of the ministers' fraternal in the district, although I'm not sure why, and knows some there.

We were a bit late arriving, because we had planned to have coffee before the 11:00 am service. As we walked past, we saw there was a service at 9:30 so we went in. Apparently the later service, like the very early one is more traditional. This one seems to be aimed at familes, although the large noticebard outside says it is Morning Prayers oo communion. Note the plural "prayers." The traditional Anglican Morning Prayer is not what is meant.

A greeter gave us the usual forest of trees in the form of a service sheet and the parish booklet. St John's has been a centre of worship since 1803, probably the longest serving church in Sydney, although the cathedral dates from about 1850. Parramatta is the geographical centre of Sydney and has been declared a city for many years.

I didn't know and cannot now remember at all the opening song. There was, according to the booklet, a "leader" and a preacher. I had been expecting two scripture readings There was only one. Then the sermon. I found this order strange, but realise now it could have been because the sermon at least was broadcast.

Both leader and preacher wore a clerical collar. Thses are not very common down here now. I did expect vestments, but no luck. The collar looked out of place and quite strange. I haven't seen a clergyman wearing one of these for years.

It was Trinity Sunday yesterday, but if I hadn't been following the liturgical year apart from church services, I would never have known. Not a mention. There was a rather skimpy looking embroidery, I hesitate to call it a banner, hanging from the reading light in the pulpit. It depicted tongues of fire and was red so I surmised it might not have been tidied away after Pentecost Sunday a week ago. There wasn't any other colour in the church, so I doubt it was a special pentecost banner, unless it belonged to either the Chinese or Persian congregations associatd with the cathedral.

It was a really scrappy sermon on Matthew 11 which they seemed to be working through. It went for quite a while longer than I expected but was perhaps very hastily prepared and little research and exegesis done. For at least 15 minutes, the preacher rambled and went in a very crooked line. He did at least start with a piece from the news, unlike the preacher last week at another church who used illustrations obviously from some book of sermon stories.

My mind wandered and I enjoyed looking at the superb workmanship in stone and wood and glass. I was wondering what someone from say, 1870, would think of this hotchpotch of services when I realised that somewhere a huge leap had been taken in both logic and subject matter as the preacher announced he would pray a prayer of commitment. Those listening on the radio as well as those in the cathedral were invited to say the prayer. I was at least glad it was a bit more than the so-called "sinner's prayer." This was followed by "Just as I am, without one plea."

A member of the congregation prayed and we sang again, this time, "Give thanks with a grateful heart."

The congregation was led in a watered down version of the general confession but there was no absolution given. Not even the verses from John's epistle were read.

Notices were shown on the dataprojector and we rose to sing what I had hoped would be the redeeming feature of the service. "At the name of Jesus, every knee will bow." I really hope the broadcast had stopped by then because nobody much seemed to know the tune and certainly didn't know that the song starts on the second beat of the bar. Too early every time. At the last verse, people were getting the hang of it but the organist seemed to have decided if he couldn't beat them, to join them. So this time the congregation came in on time and the organ was early.

Coffee afterwards was in the hall and seemed to me to be Interdenominational Roast, served in foam cups. There were some rather nice examples of home baking for morning tea and a piece of sponge helped the coffee down. I don't like/drink instant coffee, unless put on the spot like this and my cup confirmed me in this..

My husband introduced me to the preacher whom he knew. He gulped when I asked him a few questions and said how much I had enjoyed St James, King Street. I was given a few glib answers and I really don't think he appreciated my further questions with a bit more theological backing to them. Chalk and cheese, as he saying goes.

We escaped as quickly as I could get my husband out. I really felt totally dissatisfied. We are trying to find a place to worship that we both enjoy. He enjoyed the appeal and commended the minister for it. To me, it certainly didn't fit in logic or response to the sermon. The whole service left me empty and I really think I got more from looking at the carvings etc and thinking of earlier parish life than I did from what was happening around me.

This annoyed me because I do believe that church is not about me. I go to worship in fellowship with other believers. There seemed to be little connection and no feeling of relationship within the congregation. The form of the service was very disappoininting to me. It was all over the place and nothing fitted together.

June 03, 2007

trinity sunday

Collect for Trinity Sunday

Almighty and everlasting God, who has given to us your servants grace by the confession of a true faith to acknowledge the glory of the eternal Trinity, and in the power of the Divine Majesty to worship the Unity; we beseech you that you would keep us stedfast in this faith and evermore defend us from all adversities, who lives and reigns, ever one God,world without end. Amen.

May 28, 2007

hymns for Pentecost

Ian asked in a comment about the two more modern songs we sang yesterday on Pentecost Sunday.
here's a list of what was sung. Although they are printed in the New English Hymnal, the words to the two from last century must be copyright as I can't find them.

Processional hymn was Sing to him in whom creation..., #142 in that hymnbook. It was written by Micaek Hewlett, who was born in 1916.

That was followed by Come holy Ghost, our souls inspire, translated in 1627 by Jjohn Cosin from the ninth century words.

The offertory was taken to the hymn, Come, Holy Spirit come!, inflame our souls with love, written by Michael Forster, born 1946 and the hymn was sung to Diademata. I found many of the words challenging in this song. It spoke of transformation in the heart and home, the gift of healing wounds of guilt or fear, revealing oppression and exposing lies. We need the gift to speak words of love and grace and to hear others speak similarly to us.

It concluded:

Come, Holy Spirit , dance
within our hearts today,
our earthborn spirts to entrance,
our mortal fears allay.
And teach us to desire
all other things above,
that self-consuming holy fire,
the perfect gift of love.

The post- communion hymn was come down O love divine quoted in full in the post below.

Lovely words all through these hymns and great music.

May 27, 2007

pentecost

Come down, O Love divine

Come down, O love divine,
seek thou this soul of mine,
and visit it with thine own ardor glowing;
O Comforter, draw near,
within my heart appear,
and kindle it, thy holy flame bestowing.

O let it freely burn,
till earthly passions turn
to dust and ashes in its heat consuming;
and let thy glorious light
shine ever on my sight,
and clothe me round, the while my path illuming.

Let holy charity
mine outward vesture be,
and lowliness become mine inner clothing;
true lowliness of heart,
which takes the humbler part,
and o'er its own shortcomings weeps with loathing.

And so the yearning strong,
with which the soul will long,
shall far outpass the power of human telling;
for none can guess its grace,
till Love create a place
wherein the Holy Spirit makes a dwelling.

Words: Bianco da Siena, d. 1434;
trans. Richard Frederick Littledale, Jr., 1867

This was one of the hymns sung this morning at St James, King Street. I love many of the old hymns and this too is a favourite. We also sang others by 20th century writes. I knew the tunes but not the words. I found many of the words challenging in all the hymns. The second last verse of the one quoted made me think deeply. Holy charity? Lowliness of heart? let alone "weeps with loathing." as I said, challenging, and I'm in need of the Spirit's help to meet the challenge. Some of the other hymns were challenging about reconcilaition and forgiveness.

As the clouds of incense ascended, I pictured the prayers of the saints ascending and added mine to them.

April 10, 2007

he is risen

I've lost this post a couple of times, so even though it's the Tuesday after Easter Day, I'll keep the title and try again.

I was looking for some place to attend on Sunday. I wanted and needed to go somewhere but right now I'm having major problems where I normally attend. I'm not going into reasons, this post is not the place for them. I recognise that there are reasons arising from my personal life and from the church too. One that does have directly to do with the day is the scant attention given to observing major days of the church calendar. Last year we had no Christmas carols, only one the year before and last year, we totally missed out on Pentecost Sunday even though I would have expected some reference to be made to this. I wanted to sing the great hymns of Easter Day instead of hiilsong vacuous words and I desperately wanted joy rather than hype.

So what to do? I at first decided I would go in entirely the opposite direction to what I am used to and would attend Christ Church St Laurence in Railway Square. However, their service times and my transport times did not mesh well.

I settled on St James, King St, Sydney's oldest church. As I approached, the bells of St James rang out joyously and cheered me immensely. I had been feeling very down and depressed and it had been a struggle to continue to the church rather than return home. The bells drew me on and in.

The church was packed. The service was a procession, with a choral Eucharist and reaffirmation of baptismal vows. The place was ablaze with light, natural light, normal lighting and a mass of candles, not just those I was expecting but on practically every flat surface such as window sills. Banks of colourful flowers were everywhere and there was an air of expectation among the congregation, although there was little pre-service chattering and people sat quietly. We had each been given a small candle on entering the church.

The Lord is risen, alleluia, alleluia with the congregational response, He is risen indeed, alleluia, alleluia was the prelude to the procession as we sang Light's glittering dawn bedecks the sky; Heaven thunders forth its victory, alleluia! to the accompaniment of the organ.

The procession moved through the clouds of incense as we continued to sing and I could feel myself not only relaxing, but also entering into the thankfulness for Christ's resurrection.

The liturgy moved through the long familiar words. The choir was wonderful, as is its reputation, and I enjoyed their contribution to the whole service very much. The readings were had, something I miss where I normally attend and the Gospel reading was the familiar tale of the resurrection as recorded by John with its story of Mary meeting Jesus outside the tomb. Dr Keith Rayner took this up in his sermon.

After the sermon we lit our individual candles and turned to the baptistery for the renewal of baptismal vows.

I'd been longing for Easter music and the next hymn was another favourite, Jesus lives! thy terrors now, can no longer, death, appal us. There was a pause for an interlude from the organ before the final verse, sung slowly, with emphasis on every word; Jesus lives! to him the throne over all the world is given; may we go where he is gone, Rest and reign with him in heaven, Alleluia!

Again the familiar liturgy and we moved forward to take the body and blood of our Lord, before being sent out to live and work to his praise and glory. The final hymn was yet another favourite; Jesus Christ is risen today, alleluia!

I left, very glad I had been. So much scripture in the liturgy and readings; a deep sense of joy and triumph; a thankfulness for the resurrection which gives the power to keep those vows we had affirmed; and the feeling that it was good to have been with God's people.

March 17, 2007

st patrick's day

I arise today Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity, Through the belief in the threeness, Through confession of the oneness Of the Creator of Creation.

I arise today
Through the strength of Christ's birth with his baptism,
Through the strength of his crucifixion with his burial,
Through the strength of his resurrection with his ascension,
Through the strength of his descent for the judgment of Doom.

I arise today
Through the strength of the love of Cherubim,
In obedience of angels,
In the service of archangels,
In hope of resurrection to meet with reward,
In prayers of patriarchs,
In predictions of prophets,
In preaching of apostles,
In faith of confessors,
In innocence of holy virgins,
In deeds of righteous men.

I arise today
Through the strength of heaven:
Light of sun,
Radiance of moon,
Splendor of fire,
Speed of lightning,
Swiftness of wind,
Depth of sea,
Stability of earth,
Firmness of rock.

I arise today
Through God's strength to pilot me:
God's might to uphold me,
God's wisdom to guide me,
God's eye to look before me,
God's ear to hear me,
God's word to speak for me,
God's hand to guard me,
God's way to lie before me,
God's shield to protect me,
God's host to save me
From snares of devils,
From temptations of vices,
From everyone who shall wish me ill,
Afar and anear,
Alone and in multitude.

I summon today all these powers between me and those evils,
Against every cruel merciless power that may oppose my body and soul,
Against incantations of false prophets,
Against black laws of pagandom
Against false laws of heretics,
Against craft of idolatry,
Against spells of witches and smiths and wizards,
Against every knowledge that corrupts man's body and soul.

Christ to shield me today
Against poison, against burning,
Against drowning, against wounding,
So that there may come to me abundance of reward.
Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me,
Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ on my right, Christ on my left,
Christ when I lie down, Christ when I sit down, Christ when I arise,
Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me,
Christ in every eye that sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me.

I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through belief in the threeness,
Through confession of the oneness,
Of the Creator of Creation.

February 21, 2007

ash wednesday

Collect for the first day of Lent, commonly called Ash Wednesday.

Almighty and everlasting God, who hatest nothing that thou hast made, and dost forgive the sins of them that are penitent; Create and make in us new and contrite hearts, that we worthily lamenting our sins, and acknowledging our wretchedness, may obtain of thee, the God of all mercy, perfect remission and forgiveness; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

January 30, 2007

you are my sunshine...

Here's a fun new song from Kim Fabricius. Set to the tune of you are my sunshine, my only sunshine...

January 09, 2007

liturgy again

I found an interesting post just up on the Internet Monk by Michael Spencer. He describes his turning from his original distrust and suspicion of liturgy caused by the revivalistic background to his upbringing to an appreciation of the timelessness and scriptural relevance found in liturgy. If you check out this post, be sure to follow the link several paragraphs down where he describes his own journey in some detail.

Here's how his post begins:

Why do post-evangelicals like myself find such a comfort and a shelter in liturgy? Because liturgy refuses to be part of the various rat races that evangelicals conduct under the guise of church growth and evangelism>
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Many of the points brought up in Michael's own post as well as the lengthy quote, are matters which have been tugging at my heart and mind for some time now. I hear the objections he has had raised about saying the same words each week. As he replies, what abut singing the same words over and over and praying esentially the same things. The weekly "altar calls" where the same people go forward for prayer each week. Am I missing something in my own mind and spirit that I do not do this or are they so much needier than I? He mentions those who "get saved" every week and I'm sure many of us have seen this.

His points on scripture and congregational involvement are similar to my thoughts as well and he travels the same path of findng structure to my life by following the church calendar. I too use lectionary readings each week as well as other daily readings and study. I find they give backbone to my life as I ponder the points each occurrence raises.

I was told that my current, ever-increasing desire to attend such a church was just because the grass is greener on the other side of the fence. This stung and I spent some time thinking about it. I really don't think this is true, at least not for me. When I attended a liturgical church as I did for many years before marriage, I certainly had no leanings to experience life on the other side of the ecclesiastical fence or perhaps I should say "divide."

I have not been seeking out support for my views although it is surprising how often the topic has come up in my reading.. Michael Spencer's blog is one I have read for several years now and I read it regularly.

December 30, 2006

thoughts on prayer, church and all that jazz

This post has been in my head, chasing round and tound like a dog chasing its tail for some weeks. I'm hoping that by writing it down, I might stop some of this action. I know a few people who know me IRL read this, so I imagine you may see me somewhat differently after reading. No apologies for that. This post will be long. Hopefully it will make sense, but I am writing for myself.

First, some background. I grew up attending St Mark's, Ermington, NSW. This was a small, historic (for Sydney) church with a loving, welcoming congregation. My parents sent me to Sunday school although they had little other involvement with the church. I would often tell my mother that I would stay for the service after Sunday school and I learned to love the hymns and liturgy. It was conservative. This is the Sydney Diocese and basically evangelical. However, it was not like Sydney today. Vestments were worn and there was a cross and possibly a couple of candles. Not sure about that. We followed the church year and used liturgical colours etc.

On marriage, I moved to a small brethren group well to the right of even the brethren spectrum. No vestments, no minister of course, no public involvement of women who wore their hair very long and who never used makeup, no liturgy, no musical instruments. My husband had been there since birth and had other cousins and family there. Again this was conservative and I was quite happy there for a while. After some years I was stifled but could do little about this. Finally my husband decided to leave and join a Pentecostal group. We were told when we left that we were "going to Satan." His theology underwent a radical change to the other end of theological views and stays thre today, even further left, and associated with word/faith and prosperity views..

I started formal study of theology which was something I had known I was to do. A whole new world opened up for me and I loved it. An honours diploma and then an honours degree later, and I still love it. The more I read and learn, the more I realise how little I know of God. I love reading church history and enjoy the different expressions of worship of different denominations. I found it amusing to see how much of what I enjoyed reading and what taught me much both as regards academic and devotional matters, was written by what many would regard as "heretically liberal "scholars.

We attended a large Pentecostal church for some years. I really did not enjoy this time at all. Much of the teaching was light. In fact the amount of teaching was slight and I could not see how many of the preachers could gain their hermeneutic from the passage they were using.

We changed to another church where the pastor was well trained in theology. He left and I still attend what is basically a reincarnation of that church. Things have changed and I suppose I too have changed.

The people there are lovely. But that's not enough. There is local outreach and that's really great. I find the preaching is sadly lacking much of the time. We've just finished a series on a small NT epistle and that was good, but expository preaching like this happens for only a few weeks a year. We don't mark the church calendar except for Chrstmas and Easter. Indeed, for a pentecostal church, we even skipped Pentecost Sunday. I often feel unfulfilled there and hollow.

I miss liturgy more and more. There is so much of scripture in the Anglican liturgy. Psalms are sung, and passages from the NT such as the Magnificat are also sung. The prayers have phrases taken from Scripture in them There are Bible readings. We seldom even have a reading and there is often not much prayer (apart, of course from a weekly prayer meeting) and little congregational involvement beyond singing.

I'm not damning modern Christian music. There is some that is good, with good solid words and metre. However, most of our musicians at church are young and we seem to skip the good stuff. It's loud and often meaningless. There is little progression of thought in the words. Unrelated ideas are thrown together to fit what passes for a tune. As I said, it's loud and I have trouble coping as I have two hearing aids. I think it incongruous that often, traditional liturgy and music are disregarded or disdained yet a similar effect is still sought by much repetition of words and music. A place hallowed by much prayer over the years is cast aside for a warehouse or similar, but deep down we want the same end.

Communion is infrequent and of course, purely a "remembrance," just as a photo album is. Corinthians makes it clear that the very act is actually the remembrance and the word "remember" is a much more active word in the Greek than the English.

So much for the background, much longer than I anticipated.

I feel frustrated there and empty but for private, personal reasons really cannot see myself leaving at the moment. My husband attends another church after some differences of opinion with the pastors.

As I said, I miss the liturgy. I miss the good hymns which say so much. Now I have a new computer with speakers which work, I am playing some CDs of hymns and other ecclesiastical music as I'm at the computer.

I've changed much of my devotional methods. I have decided to follow the lectionary readings for the year and I make my own notes on these. This is giving me a basic structure to the year. Somewhat like a skeleton which I flesh out in other ways.

I dug out my old Prayer Book, a gift to me from an aunt on my confirmation. White leather bound with silver edges to the pages. The print is so small I can hardly read it, but I follow the collects for the particular Sunday. Elizabethan English gives a richness to the words which I love.

If I were back in the brethren, such things would be discarded as "ecclesiastical trappings." Many others from other traditions would see the use of written prayers as suspicious. (I must dig out Tom Wright's comments from Simply Christian about this.)

I've gone further than this. I often use the method of lectio divina as fuel for meditation and find this helpful. Here I enjoy Sacred Space, a project by Irish Jesuits. Ten minutes is suggested for this, although I find that insufficient. They also have other sites for prayer and some beautiful posters as aids for meditation. This site gives music and prayers which will play on the computer or can be downloaded daily to an mp3 player.

I have always found the ancient practice of praying the hours fascinating. I do not follow all the Offices, but regularly use Universalis to pray Compline just before I go to bed. Universalis can be downloaded to a PDA if wished. It supplements the lectionary for me in giving other church festivals. I'm not always interested in the particular saints day for special celebration, but usually look them up out of interest.

Praying Compline is like a fullstop to the day. It's a reflection on the day and a committal to Christ for the night ahead. Some litany, a psalm or two, a short reading from Scripture and a closing. It doesn't take long, and rounds out my day.

Perhaps one of the biggest changes I have made is in the use of prayer beads. To one coming from my background, this is an enormous change. Such things were regarded as superstitious, rote praying and probably heretical as well, for good measure. Only Roman Catholics used those! Right? Well, wrong.

I found this site on using Anglican prayer beads some time ago. I was curious about them but my background held me back. Then I read about them in several places and decided to make some. I could not find a cross which I liked the look or feel of, so put aside the idea. I discovered that the crypt shop at St James', King Street, Sydney was open.* Surely, if these were to be found in Sydney, I would find them there.

I bought a set with a heavy crucifix which I rather liked the feel of. Even a crucifix was foreign to my upbringing. A cross signified a resurrected Lord, but supposedly a crucifix showed him still on the cross. All I will say is that had he not been crucified, he could not have risen.

I took them home and would look at them often. Pick them up and feel them. Old prejudices die hard. It took me several months to start to use them. I use several patterns of prayer. This involves such things as th Lord's Prayer, the triasagion, (thrice holy), scripture quotes, other prayers both written and extempore.

As many sites on Anglican prayer beads note, they are not really what would be regarded as a rosary. They are an aid to prayer and I have found this to be so. Somehow the very act of touchng each bead as I pray, helps focus my thought on what I pray. It involves another sense in my prayer, that of touch. I rarely pray the same sequence of prayers. They are not set, as I said before.

Over some time, I have tried many ways of "centreing" myself before prayer. Some I have found effective, some just don't work for me. I find touching the heavy crucifix a very effective centreing aid. I usually hold it and praise God in the Trinity and conclude by "in the name of the Father..." I then move on.

Now I look forward to my prayer time. Sometimes it was just a duty, sometimes my thoughts wandered all over the place. Sometimes I just coldn't even be bothered praying at all. I have been using the beads for some weeks now and wish I had started when I first bought them. There's always room for improvement, but the beads have helped revitalise what was flagging.

All this is a far cry from most of what I was brought up to believe and practise. I've written at length and really more for my own benefit than for others. I know what I say will be foreign and strange and certainly peculiar and suspicious to many of my friends. I am happy to explore these means more and to make use of time honoured ways of approaching God and of ordering my Christian walk.

* great website, one of the best I've seen from a church. Well set out and lots of information, redily accessible.

December 24, 2006

Lo he comes...

Lo! he comes with clouds descending,

Once, for favoured sinners slain;

Thousand thousand saints attending

Swell the triumph of his train;

Alleluia!

Christ appears on earth again.

Yea, Amen, let all adore thee

High on thine eternal throne;

Saviour, take the power and glory;

Claim the triumph for thine own;

Alleluia!

Thou shalt reign and thou alone.

The collect for the fourth Sunday in Advent. I just love the English, although I have no real quibbles with using more modern language.

O Lord, raise up we pray thee, thy power, and come succour us; that whereas through our sins and wickedness, we are sore let and hindered in running the race that is set before us, thy bountiful grace and mercy may speedily help and deliver us; through the satisfaction of thy Son, our Lord, to whom with theee and the Holy Ghost be honour and glory worls without end. Amen

December 18, 2006

Justice and truth

3rd Sunday in Advent, 2006.

The book of Isaiah is one of my favourites. I know many people who drag out something from here, totally disregarding its context and provenance and offer it as some "new thing the Lord is doing." I've seen some verses quite wrenched out of context and twisted to mean all manner of things.

That's not why I love Isaiah. I find the sheer magnificence of its language and descriptions awe inspiring. There are many passages of great beauty. I'm not going to try a catalogue of these passages - there are far too many to list.

The ideas of justice and righteousness fill chapter 61. These are identical words in the NT and the first few verses of the chapter are quoted by Jesus in the synagogue. Do we pay attention? Not as much as we should, if any.

Jesus declared the Spirit was on him to preach good news. I grew up as an evangelical,although I now dislike labels and certaily would not use that label of myself any more,and good news always meant the gospel with its evangelical emphasis on the substitutionary atonement. What is in this chapter was basically disregarded except for a few medical missionaries and some others like them. Even there, the emphasis waa often on works so that the real good news could be preached.

But this chapter makes plain God's concern with the poor and downtrodden, the despised and oppressed. The Lord's favour is on them. Why? God is a God of justice and truth who gives beauty for ashes and oil of gladness for mourning.

This hymn following is one of my favourite hymns of any season, not just Advent. Emmanuel is "Gd with us" who is able to act for his people and redress the wrongs of the world. The song gives me shivers up my spine with its haunting melody and beautiful words.

O come, O come, Emmanuel

And ransom captive Israel,

That mourns in lonely exile here.

Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel

shall come to thee, O Israel.

comfort, O comfort, my people

2nd Sunday in Advent, 2006

God has looked with favour on his people, (Psalm 85:1) and they are forgiven. He speaks peace, hesed love and faithfulness and favour as comfort to his people. (Psalm 85:8-13)

We may be as grass(Isaiah 40:8) but God's word stands forever and he comes with might, feeding the flock as a shepherd.

O heavenly word, eternal light,

Begotten of the Father's might

Who in these latter days is born

For succour to a world forlorn.

December 03, 2006

prepare the way of the Lord

First Sunday in Advent,2006

On Jordan's bank the Baptist's cry
Announces that the Lord is nigh.
Awake and hearken for he brings
Glad tidings of the King of kings.

Then cleansed be every breast from sin
Make straight the way for God within;
Prepare we in our hearts a home
Where such a mighty guest may come.

For thou art our salvation,Lord,
Our refuge and our great reward,
Without thy grace we waste away
Like flowers that wither and decay.

To heal the sick, stretch out thine hand
And bid the fallen sinner stand;
Shine forth and let thy light restore
Earth's own true loveliness once more.

All praise, eternal Son to thee
Whose advent doth thy people free;
Whom with the Father we adore
And Holy Ghost for ever more

For some time, I have been seeking a way out of the franticness that attends Christmas. I've decided that I am withdrawing myself from much of the preparation that most put into these few weeks.

I've never been one for putting up decorations early.  Mine usually go up just a couple of days before Christmas and stay till Epiphany.  My husband despairs of this and cannot understand it at all.  In fact, he once gave away a tree  in a tub because I had not yet decorated it - and this just a mere three weeks from December 25th!  I requested that he get it back!

I think this stems from a family tradition of late decorations.  This year I have been wondering if my mother was actually keeping some form of Advent, even though it may not have been recognised by her from her childhood Anglican upbringing.

I have done my shopping for presents and they are almost entirely wrapped and hidden away from the keen eyes of young grandchildren.

I've worked out my Christmas menu and will have to shop for that. However, I would have to get food supplies, no matter what.  Apart from food shopping, I am determined to avoid the shops in the next few weeks.

I have printed out from last year the three year cycle of Advent readings from the  Revised Common Lectionary and will be using those readings and the collect for the appropriate day as part of my devotional reading for the season.

Advent is not a timeof triumphalism but an acknowledgement of the true state of things, both in us and in the world.

Stir up your might and come to save us!  (Isaiah 64:1-9 and Psalm 80:1-7)

They will see the Son of man coming in clouds with great power and might.   (Mark 13:26)

advent 1

We had a token nod to the ecclesiastical calendar at church this morning, with a sermon on Jesus the way.  There was even a mention of John the Baptist at the beginnign.

The church I currently attend pays little attention to the church year.  I find this regrettable as I think there is a good deal to be gained by at least being aware of such things.  We even missed out on Pentecost Sunday this year!

I enjoy the link with christians down through the ages and the sense of continuity that this brings. 

August 21, 2006

same old,same old

Richard at   connexions  has been reblogging old articles while taking a break from the computer.  He republished one of mine from two years ago .      Kim, one of his guest bloggers, has also commented on it.  I haven't changed my mind much at all.  If anything, my thoughts have been reinforced.  For some time now, we have been mainly singing vapid songs from Hillsong.  They are often not easy to sing, although I often don't know whether this is a genuine function of songs of their type, or if it is because of my hearing aids distorting things somewhat.  I've sung in choirs and enjoyed singing for very many years and the loss of this enjoyment is truly the major downpoint of hearing aids for me.

I have noticed that one Hillsong author has songs which often say very little of substance at all.  It seems to me that he has a stock selection of phrases and randomly picks them according to what metre, if any, that he wants or what rhyme he is after.  The songs are full of  non sequitors, and there is little or no substance to them. One other writer from the same area is much better.  However,  he is older and I wonder if he has experience in hearing/singing words which actually say  something.   The usual "Jesus is my boyfriend" songs are still around too, more's the pity.  Last Sunday all the songs were from Hillsong with the possible exception of one, where I could not quite make out the copyright attribution, because of the angle of the OHP screen to me.

There is a lot of modern stuff around which is much better.  Some of it is English, some is  from New Zealand.  One of the musicians at church writes songs which are full of strong words and phrases and puts them to his  music  to suit.  I've missed his contributions both as a player and songwriter for a while now.

Couple this with a sermon which had a long clip from Matthew Barnett of the Dream Center  (!!) in LA, and I had problems last week which was my first week at church fora month for a variety of reasons.  I don't have problems with the social work the LA group does and I'm pleased to see what we are doing in a very small way here in the inner city.  This young fellow had a delivery style and voice which grated so strongly on me that I could hardly bear to listen to what was actually said.  Personally, I was unimpressed with even the content of his sermon and would much prefer our usual offerings.

I sound weary and unimpressed.  I'd been sick with a cold most of the week and I wondered why I had made the effort to go.  There are times when I can overlook the music and go beyond.  There are times when  I deliberately pray against being too critical. It doesn't help me or the congregation as a whole.  Last Sunday however, was one of those times when I wished for a return to music which most can sing reasonably.  Same old, same old.

An interesting article by Dr Barry Chant , formerly principal of Tabor College, now at Wesley Mission, can be found here .  It was written six years ago, so the songs he uses as examples may well be almost forgotten now, but he makes some interesting points. 


July 26, 2006

ancient psalter found in Ireland

Here's an interesting article  on an archeological find in Ireland.  A copy of an ancient psalter was overturned by a tractor.

May 29, 2006

pray as you go

Those of you who, like me, enjoy using  Sacred Space  run by the Jesuits, may also like  a related site, Pray  as you go .  There is music, some short prayers and a reading, done in different accents and voices.  The music is good, from chant to more modern.  Each day's prayers last about ten minutes and the segment can be played from your computer or downloaded to I-pod.   There is an option to download a weeks prayers in zip format.

What I particularly liked was that the  Gloria  at the conclusion was said with an ever increasing number of voices.

April 16, 2006

Christus victor

Death is swallowed up in victory...

Low in the grave He lay, Jesus my Saviour,
Waiting the coming day, Jesus my Lord!

Refrain

Up from the grave He arose,
With a mighty triumph o’er His foes,
He arose a Victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!

Vainly they watch His bed, Jesus my Saviour;
Vainly they seal the dead, Jesus my Lord!

Refrain

Death cannot keep its Prey, Jesus my Saviour;
He tore the bars away, Jesus my Lord!

Refrain

Robert Lowry ( 1826-1899)

April 13, 2006

good friday, 2006

My song is love unknown,
my Saviour's love to me,
love to the loveless shown
that they might lovely be.
O who am I
that for my sake
my Lord should take
frail flesh and die?


He came from his blest throne
salvation to bestow,
but men made strange, and none
the longed-for Christ would know.
But O my friend,
my friend indeed,
who at my need,
his life did spend.

Sometimes they strew his way,
and his strong praises sing,
resounding all the day
hosannas to their King.
Then "Crucify!"
is all their breath,
and for his death
they thirst and cry.

Why, what hath my Lord done?
What makes this rage and spite?
He made the lame to run,
he gave the blind their sight.
Sweet injuries!
Yet they at these
themselves displease,
and 'gainst him rise.

They rise, and needs will have
my dear Lord made away;
a murderer they save,
the Prince of Life they slay.
Yet steadfast he
to suffering goes,
that he his foes
from thence might free.

In  life no house, no home
My Lord on earth might have:

In death no friendly tomb
But what a stranger gave.
What may I say?
Heaven was his home;
But mine the tomb wherein he lay.

Here might I stay and sing,
no story so divine:
never was love, dear King,
never was grief like thine.
This is my friend,
in whose sweet praise
I all my days
could gladly spend.

Samuel Crossman (1624-1684)

April 10, 2006

Godincidences

Unordered's priest used this term to describe a conclusion that each of them had arrived at without common discussion. It just fits something which happened to me last weekend which totally amazed me.

Unfortunately I do not feel comfortable blogging about it in detail, and it may not even be a wise thing to mention in a public forum as one of those involved has been very much in the news all week down here. The other person concerned has not been publicly mentioned for some time, but probably will be again shortly as events move on.

I felt that something would very shortly happen which would begin to bring into the open the perpetrator of a dreadful crime of some years ago. I even believed I knew how this breakthrough would happen. A tangled mass has held up prosecution for years.

I rang a friend involved with one of those in the case and passed this on as encouragement. That was last Saturday. On Monday the news broke! Even down to the way I had suggested things would happen. Since then, the papers have been full of it.

Now I have absolutely no involvement with anyone in this case and know none of them. Over some years, I have been asked to pray for one person in particular who was deeply affected by what happened. That is the extent of my involvement and it was while praying for this person that I felt I knew what would happen.

Coincidence? I prefer to think of it as "Godincidence."

March 28, 2006

precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints

Mark Palmer has been called home. I've been following his blog since his first wife, Jennifer died of cancer a few years ago. Mark too developed cancer and has fought bravely for some time. Amy, his second wife announce his death on his blog this morning. Please pray for her and Micah, Mark and Jennifer's son, who has just had his fourth birthday, and for all their closeknit community.

March 26, 2006

do you wear a cross?

I found this set of meme questions at Cathy knits and more.  She took it from St Casserole, a Presbyterian pastor.  Inspiration is light on tonight, so I decided to do it as well.

Do you wear a cross? Yes I do.


Is there a particular time or place that you consider wearing a cross? I wear a cross almost all of the time.  I took it off earlier this year and can't really remember the reason.  Possibly it was to wear another necklace to a wedding and the chains kept tangling.


Where do you wear it? Where do I wear it?  Pretty well anywhere I go.  It's around my neck all the time.


What does the cross look like? It is known as a Canterbury Cross.  One was excavated from a street in Canterbury, England in the late nneteenth century.  The original was dated as circa850 AD.  Examples of the shape are and here.  Mine is silver which I prefer to gold.  It has no decoration on it except a line incised all around it, close to the edge.


Who gave the cross to you or did you choose it? I had been looking for something simple at a time when the wearing of  a cross was a huge fashion statement.  Such crosses were often big, ornately decorated, totally not what I had in mind.  I saw little connection between such crosses and the one I wanted.  I was then managing a Christian bookshop in Sydney and found this one at a very reasonable price in the catalogue of one of our suppliers.  I ordered it, had another employee enter it as stock and price it, and then bought it for myself.  It came with a cheap and nasty silver (?) chain which did not match the cross.  My best friend gave me a silver chain for my birthday.  It is round and flexible and I think is called a snake chain.  The two were made for each other and I was grateful for her gift.,/p>

Is this your favorite cross, if so, why? I have another Celtic cross which I used to wear.  However, the chain broke and I have not found something to suit which I can afford to buy.

What does wearing a cross mean to you?  It is a constant reminder to me that I am a Christian, a follower of Jesus who was crucified.  Crucifixion was probably one of the worst deaths there could have been, excruciatingly painful, (no pun intended).  Basically a long drawn out asphyxiation of the victim.  In one sense, the Spirit in me reminds me I am a Christian.  In another sense, the cross is also a reminder of the one who gave himself for me and  died to bring reconciliation of all things through the victory of God.  The cross is also a symbol to others that I declare myself a Christian, although I think this side of thing has been watered down since it became fashionable to wear one.

March 19, 2006

community

There has been some discussion here and here about community on the web.  Chas and Pants, the authors of these two blogs, struggle to describe this feeling of community.

I understand this struggle because I too find it hard to put into words.  I've been blogging quite a while now, and have received much support and friendship from people whom I have met only on the net.  I have been assured of their prayers and have in turn, prayed for others.  In fact, I usually pray for the author of a blog when I read that blog.  I don't always manage this, but I try. I do not see this prayer or offering prayer as anything different to what I do for others whom I know personally.  Surely, that is part of what prayer is, being able to cross barriers of distance and culture while addressing  the One whom we serve.  I've heard others say that this is a major  of being a Christian, being in community with others of like mind. 

On the other hand, it is just as easy to fracture this community by ill-chosen written words as it is by ill-chosen speech.  I've been on the receiving end of that too.  Perhaps it's even easier than using speech because there is no body language, intonations, expressions to read extra meaning into speech.    However it is achieved, let's try to nurture community.

March 02, 2006

Psalm 51

David's well known psalm of repentance afer his adultery with  Bathsheba.

As king, David had been anointed with oil, a symbol of the Spirit.  As king,  his job was to lead his people in the ways of God.  He had seen Saul removed from the kingly line and the withdrawal of the Holy Spirit from Saul.  David begs that this would not happen to him.  As we follow the davidic line down, we find the true king, the true anointed one, the Christ.

But these are Lenten readings, not a textbook.  David throws himself on God's mercy and loving kindness.  He does not try to wriggle out of what he had done.  He recognises that he had sinned aginst God's law and  God would be justified in punishing him.

However God's love and mercy (verse 1) are what David and we can count on.  The same word is used  for both translations and for other translations such as "loving kindness."  I once heard it described as "love with teeth".  As a  dog locks onto its prey, God's love follows us, even when we know we don't deserve it. 

David understands that if God can pardon him, he can pardon others too.  Verse 13 says  then I will teach transgressors your ways...  The "then" refers to restoration after repentance and forgiveness in verse 12.    He can reach out to others.  He stood in need of repentance and forgiveness and  can now teach others of this.

Another Lenten lectionary reading for this first week of Lent is 2 Corinthians 5:20   be reconciled to God.  What we have received, we can offer to others as like David we teach transgressors your ways.

March 01, 2006

Ash Wednesday readings

Joel 2:1-2, 12-17,  Isaiah 58:1-12

Both the Joel passages start with "Blow the trumpet." Pay attention, listen, wake up. The prophet is speaking to Israel, although his call is important to individuals as well as to the nation.

The call is to repent, to turn and change. Repentance is not tears of remorse. Repentance is not merely being sorry for something. It's not a glib apology where words fall off the tongue but there is no reality to them. Repentance is a change, a 180° turnaround.

This is borne out in the reading from Isaiah 58:1-12. Actions didn't match words. I'm not looking here at what God is calling a true fast. Not yet. I'm looking at the difference between words and actions, between attitudes and outcomes. It's easy for me to speak one thing and do another. It's easy to recognise what should be done. It's a different thing to do. Yet repentance is not true repentance without this turnaround resulting in a difference of life.

February 27, 2006

post-charismatic

Mark Byron gives a link to this material, called Post-Charismatic by RobbyMac.  He uses the term "charismatic" not to denote any one area, but as an umbrella term for Pentecostal, charismatic, Third Wave etc ideas.  Lots of good material there, coming from one who has been inside the movement.  It covers historical influences and also covers many of the different ideas of the whole area.  He is not afraid to call  wrong doctrine and also points out good characteristics.

There is a wealth of material there, well written with lots of links to follow.

I have many times said that I don't like labels.  Most people do not fit neatly into tightly defined labels.  However, I could certainly identify with much of what he wrote.  I'm not into "hype", I don't like sloppy exegesis and sermons based on a verse lifted from somewhere because it seems to fit what the preacher has to say.  I don't like singing mushy lyrics which could just as easily fit many secular songs and which often do not even mention Jesus, the Father etc.  Much of my devotional reading is done by using the Revised Common Lectionary, (just one site of many).  Lectionary?? Most have never heard of the concept.  Liturgy is another area I enjoy with its sense of continuity of worship with other saints through the ages. On the other hand, while I enjoy study and related topics, I do not enjoy cold, purely rational services and purely intellectual sermons with no hermeneutic for today.

I started with the Home section of this site and worked my way slowly through, rather than picking and choosing topics from the side bar.  It took quite a while, even though I had a reasonable grasp of the history covered before I started.

December 24, 2005

Australian carols

      ** The North Wind **

The north wind is tossing the leaves
the red dust is over the town
The sparrows are under the eaves
And the grass in the paddock is brown
As we lift up our voices and sing
To the Christ child the heavenly king.

The tree ferns in green gullies sway
the cool stream flows silently by
the joy bells are greeting the day
And the chimes are adrift in the sky
As we lift up our voices and sing
To the Christ child the heavenly king.

© Bill James (WG) and John Wheeler 1948</center>

The north wind has been strong here today.  The temperature  was 36° at 9:30 and the humidity has been very low.  Perfect bushfire  weather.

October 24, 2005

who would have thought it or how great God is

About twenty months or so ago I received a phone call from one of my sons with a prayer request.  Friends of theirs had been overjoyed to find that they were to have baby.

However, at 16/40 weeks  into the pregnancy, the mother's waters broke and the doctors expected her to miscarry.  Days passed and they prepared for a curette.  Then a scan showed the baby's heartbeat was strong.  While almost all the fluid had escaped, the baby's head was still in a small amount and the foetus was still alive and apparently quite strong.  The mother was kept at the hospital for several weeks and the baby continued to grow with just his head in fluid.  Finally she was sent back to work and the doctors told her the baby would die.  It couldn't possibly develop like that and she was likely to suffer severe internal damage as there  was nothing to cushion her from the baby's movements.

There were very many people praying for the whole situation. 

The baby was born at 32/40 weeks, eight weeks premature.  He was well developed for that stage although he was critically ill because of immature lungs, a common problem for premature babies. The mother was fine with no damage to her.

Last week, little Joshua turned one.  He's a strong healthy boy who gives no indication  in size of being 8 weeks premature.  He may have some hearing problems but is otherwise normal.  The doctors are amazed at the whole episode.  They had not expected to hear the heartbeat after the first problems in the pregnancy, let alone to have the pregnancy proceed as long as it did.  Little Joshua has already battled some of the giants in the land.

October 05, 2005

wall decor??

Richard Hall  links to letters emailed to family after the Rapture which is, in the link, taken as a certain event.  Not all of us would agree with that.

I was reminded of a couple who felt their calling was to travel this state in a caravan protesting to newsagents about the public display of certain magazines.  To finance their travel, they sold very unattractive small boxes which were to be placed on the living room wall, or even better, on an ooutside verandah wall accessible to the public.   The box contained a leaflet explaining what had happened to the occupants of the house in the event of the rapture taking place and gave further instructions so that  the readers would be saved as well.  They were quite disappointed that my husband, a firm believer in the Rapture, would not buy one of their boxes.

Ah, the wonders of  technology!  We now have emails sent to friends so we don't have to hope they will see the box and have a look.

July 03, 2005

changes afoot

Changes are planned over at blogs4God .  Dean Peters is restructuring the blog portal.

June 15, 2005

another wesleyan

You scored as Evangelical Holiness/Wesleyan. You are an evangelical in the Wesleyan tradition. You believe that God's grace enables you to choose to believe in him, even though you yourself are totally depraved. The gift of the Holy Spirit gives you assurance of your salvation, and he also enables you to live the life of obedience to which God has called us. You are influenced heavly by John Wesley and the Methodists.

Evangelical Holiness/Wesleyan

61%

Roman Catholic

61%

Emergent/Postmodern

54%

Neo orthodox

50%

Modern Liberal

46%

Classical Liberal

39%

Charismatic/Pentecostal

39%

Reformed Evangelical

36%

Fundamentalist

25%

What's your the