Feb 01

Fruits of the Spirit

One night, I planted a seed,

And the soil in which it lay was called Patience.

 My seed was watered,

And the drops that nourished it were called Goodness.

 My seed was fragile,

And the hands that tended it were called Kindness.

Impatient for my seed to grow,

The days that passed were called Self-Control.

My seed became rooted,

And the tendrils that flourished were called Faithfulness.

My seed broke through into the world,

And the light that greeted it was called Joy.

My seed was battered by the storms,

Jan 02

Righteousness.

Psalm 23 – He guides me in paths of righteousness.

I remember reading a newspaper article about a young man who collapsed at a disco. On examining the man, a medic found him to be wearing fifteen T-shirts, which had caused him to overheat. The young man had put on layers and layers of clothing to achieve look that made him feel better about himself. Ultimately it was this thinking that brought about his suffering, and embarrassment. 

Dec 14

PEACE

“The LORD will bless His people with peace.”

Psalm 29:11

Restoring broken relationships.

Many years ago my wife and I bought a Tiffany print for £50, (a large outlay for students!). The picture was full of vibrant colours, as you looked out onto a landscape through a medieval window, and I would often find myself drawn to the picture. Many years later I went online to look at how much another print would cost. In looking at a picture of the one I already owned I came to realise that, over the years, I had not noticed how much it had faded – or that the colours now bore little similarity to the original. I now knew the difference and could not restore my picture. Eventually I took it down, and then threw it out. Many of us feel that our lives lack lustre and write ourselves off – yet we have a Father who can restore even the most damaged of lives.

Dec 08

Thoughts from Nicky

How glorious the morning star

Which shines upon hill and dale.

Gently warming the frozen earth,

Bringing new life to slumbering roots.

How powerful the promise

Of each shimmering ray

That pierces the blanket of fog

Which lies heavy upon our consciousness.

How healing the love

That pours from celestial beams

And touches the coldest parts

Of lonely man.

How radiant the glory

This Christmas Day.

Cascades of holy blessing

Rain golden upon this earth.

Spirit-filled yearning

That Man may at last see

Nov 09

OUR FATHER – The complete course

Matthew 6.

When Ann and I moved to London to take up our first pastorate, the Christian organisation we worked with rented a small two-bedroom flat for us in an alley that was invariably used as a toilet by people coming out of the local pub. Yet it was very much the home that our heavenly Father provided for us.

Eighteen months later a local Christian from another fellowship visited our church on two consecutive Sundays. He approached the organisation supporting us, and offered them his house at £50,000 below market value. We moved into that house ten months later.