Musings
It’s Christmas morning, early. The Cicadas swarm the Eucalypts and their chorus is already very loud. They are joined by Kookaburras, Koels, Friar Birds and even carolling Magpies. It is as if the whole of nature is praising God on this special morning. One of the images that often comes to my mind on this … Continue reading The Thinnest Place
He is 50 years old and is in full blown mid-life crisis. Even with great fame, with great riches, and with a large loving family, life is meaningless. This was Leo Tolstoy. Having written ‘War and Peace’ and ‘Anna Karenina’, he was one of the most celebrated authors in the history of mankind. Yet, Tolstoy found himself immersed in … Continue reading Why? – The Way Out of Despair
Christmas Dawn - A Hush Even the Birds are silent – Awe A Hush except for a Clock – Ticking Ticking away Time – Created Counting out our lives – 'Finite' Between Eternity and Eternity -a Mist But this morn the ‘Finite’ awaits- The ‘Infinite’ comes Comes to a Manger - for a Cross Comes … Continue reading The Infinite Comes
A Spring morning early. Hushed except for a few Lorikeets chirruping in the Gum trees that green-cloak the Escarpment. A hazy rising Sun tries to shine through the mist over the ocean. In Spring morning's glory God whispers His presence yet, 'The Fool says in his heart there is no God' Psalm 14.1
Morning sunlight dapples forest floor, At Escarpment’s foot, a sparkling Pacific dances in a southern breeze Eucalypt scents the air, Tumbling seaward the Creek burbles with pleasure Kookaburras laugh with joy Collared Doves coo, Magpies carol and Currawongs call, Backed by a Cicada choir God’s creation rejoices and sings unbounded praise for Summer’s morn.
Ship cruising along, passengers full, Ease and comfort were expected to be, But blind eyes were turned to the dangerous sea. I went up to the Bridge, but there was no one there, The place for the Helmsman, it was bare. Charts for Navigation were lying around, but readers of them not to be … Continue reading The View from the Bridge
This Christmas Time the World is Dark. Dark powers rend society’s fabric, destroying what binds, like termites in the base, so the centre does not hold. Leaching Gospel glue, Darkness descending, cloying minds. Ignorance of the Divine schema allows decay and degradation rules. Stealing children’s childhood and adults’ minds. ‘Grown ups’ in school, lecture hall … Continue reading The Encouraging Light
It’s coming up that time of year again. But what time exactly? There are many ways people will answer this question (even if subconsciously) – ‘Holiday-mas, Party-mas, Goodtime-mas, Excess-mas, Family-mas, Spend-mas’ and of course the less preferred (but very real for some) ‘Stress-mas’. Which one (or ones) do we relate most to? These are increasingly … Continue reading It’s the (Insert preference here) Season
A wintery leaf-filtered sunlight dapples my study floor. Breeze-waved leaves outside synthesize Sun’s energy into life. Block that light and death moves in. ‘Light’ came into the world to overcome the ugly darkness, to give life, exquisite life of eternal span. But Man blocks the ‘Light’, the Enemy “Blinds the eyes of the unbeliever”. Imagine … Continue reading Meditation on a Winter’s Afternoon
A baby comes, hours new, a cause to meditate on purpose, meaning and mortality. What is this space between entrance on this mist-like, ephemeral stage (stage right) and our inevitable exit, also mist-like (stage left)? What is Time’s blank canvas given by God’s Grace, and what should we paint upon it? What is our part … Continue reading What Shall I Paint Today?
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