Happy New Year to you all…
I offer this to those of us (lets be honest, ALL of us) who struggle with persistent habits and compulsions that life seems to lock us into. Some of you may be tempted to try to address these through the application of NY resolutions.
Just stop it.
Michaela bought me a present- a book I had loved in a former life and then lost/loaned.
It is this tiny book by Michael Leunig, written back in 1991;
It contains one of the few poems that I can recite by heart- “When the heart is cut or cracked or broken, don’t clutch it, let the wound lie open….” I have quoted this previously here.
Today, with thanks to Mr Leunig, (and my lovely wife) I offer you this;
God help us to live slowly
To move simply
To look softly
To allow emptiness
To let the heart create for us
And for those whose heart is not quite ready to create, perhaps this will help you realise that you are not alone;
Here is proof, in the form of our Christmas cake;
As a vegetarian I thought it was appropriate to share this.
Make room at your table for a turkey.
This might suggest otherwise;
A few years ago Aoradh set up a prayer room/Labyrinth in an old Shop. It was as ever a wonderful mix of manic busyness, stress, significant conversations and deep moments of grace. In the middle of all of this, I looked over to see one of my friends being prodded in the chest by a local Pastor who obviously had some problem with what we were doing. He was shouting something about ‘You people think you are the only people doing anything in this town’. My friend dealt with it really well (ie he did not smack him between the eyes in the name of Jesus) but most of us were rather shocked and upset by his nonsensical outburst.
The fact that people whose only perspective of who God might be is viewed through a very narrow Conservative Evangelical set of goggles might have theological issues with what we do is a not a surprise of course. This perspective sees the duty of all Christians as saving people from eternal torment in the fires of hell. This has always included most other ‘Christians’, who are not really saved as they do not hold the same views.
A couple of years later I (reluctantly) attended a churches together Carol singing session at the middle of my small town. I was rather dreading it- standing in the middle of the central street next to speakers relaying music being played by a fiddly group inside a church. The aforementioned Pastor was there too, along with great handfuls of tracts and books intended to spread a particularly strenuous version of the ‘Good News’.
He strode over towards me, and I cringed. Was he going to challenge me over some other Aoradh unBiblical error? What he did was to thrust a tract in my hand, and say “Here you go, you need one of these.”
I was reminded of this by this story, posted by a friend on Facebook.
Anyone fancy joining us on the Friday the 13th Fin Air flight number 666 to Hel?
It is lovely there this time of year.