Archive for December, 2013
This has to go down as one of my very favourite hymns – translated by John Wesley from the original German version by Moravian pastor, Johann Andreas Rothe (1688-1758)
Now I have found the ground wherein
Sure my soul’s anchor may remain,
The wounds of Jesus, for my sin
Before the world’s foundation slain;
Whose mercy shall unshaken stay,
When heaven and earth are fled away.
Father, Thine everlasting grace
Our scanty thought surpasses far;
Thy heart still melts with tenderness,
Thy arms of love still open are,
Returning sinners to receive,
That mercy they may taste and live.
O Love, Thou bottomless abyss,
My sins are swallowed up in Thee
Covered is my unrighteousness,
Nor spot of guilt remains on me,
While Jesus’ blood, through earth and skies,
Mercy, free, boundless mercy, cries.
By faith I plunge me in this sea,
Here is my hope, my joy, my rest;
Hither, when hell assails, I flee,
I look into my Savior’s breast;
Away, sad doubt, and anxious fear!
Mercy is all that’s written there
Though waves and storms go o’er my head,
Though strength, and health, and friends be gone,
Though joys be withered all and dead,
Though every comfort be withdrawn,
On this my steadfast soul relies,
Father, Thy mercy never dies.
Fixed on this ground will I remain,
Though my heart fail, and flesh decay;
This anchor shall my soul sustain,
When earth’s foundations melt away;
Mercy’s full power I then shall prove,
Loved with an everlasting love.
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NOTE: This musing was written on Tuesday 3rd December, and scheduled for posting on 10th inst. I’ve brought that forward due to the announcement of Nelson Mandela’s death, and now dedicate it to the memory of a truly remarkable man.
Frozen rivers pose a major problem for swans. However, they are very hardy birds, having almost 25,000 feathers (more than any other bird) which enable their survival in extreme wintry conditions. A few years back I witnessed this couple (see photo below) valiantly attempting to make their way upstream on the icy River Ancholme, near Brigg, where I live.
Initially I thought they were side-by-side, but as I moved closer it became apparent that one was leading, head bowed and working painstakingly (it might be said sacrificially) to break the ice, while the other was gliding, almost effortlessly, in the ‘slipstream’, which stretched far into the distance.
I was greatly moved by the scene, which prompted two strands of reflection …
… In many walks of life – politics, religion, medicine, technology, the arts or sport – there are those who could be designated as ‘breakthrough’ people, who, like this swan, have pioneered the way for others to follow in their wake. They were focused individuals, who bravely and determinedly challenged prevailing conditions, to push through into bigger and better things.
We have so many ‘bravehearts’ from previous generations who refused to give up or back down, and whose titanic struggles have brought unimaginable benefits to humanity – some of my personal ‘favourites’ include: William Wilberforce, Mahatma Gandhi, Martin Luther King and the irrepressible Nelson Mandela. And in my own sphere of church ministry influences from the past have been innumerable. Springing readily to mind are more personal ‘favourites’: John Wesley, George Whitefield, and none more so than Robert Murray McCheyne (a Scottish Presbyterian minister who worked in Dundee during the 19th century)
I remember also, with deep gratitude, those I’ve known personally, who made a way for me, paying a price so that I could be the person I am today, and enjoy the life I have today. Standing out among these heroic individuals are: my parents & grandparents, numerous school-teachers, and several faithful pastors. They were people who believed in me, when I didn’t believe in myself, and invested so much of their life in me. Added to these, I will never forget those precious friends who came to me as gifts from God, and helped to shape my character and the beliefs that I now fondly cherish.
… Most significantly, in my second train of thought, the image of those swans stands as a visual aid to my personal faith. For there is something analogous here with Jesus Christ – known as the Pioneer of our faith – who left the majesty of heaven, became fully human, and ultimately laid down His life at the cross. In tasting death for mankind, He secured salvation by making a way into the Presence of His Father, God. And since He rose again and lives eternally, it is a new and living way, upon which He accompanies us every step.
Jesus’ investment in humanity is unparalleled in history, and in a dark and hostile world stands out as a beacon of hope – remarkable Good News – which surely calls for a measured response. Most likely such was uppermost in the mind of C T Studd, a former England cricketer and pioneer missionary, when he wrote:
In putting together these two sequences of thought, the following questions began slowly to formulate in my mind:
Is the Spirit of Christ seeking our engagement to become ‘breakthrough’ persons for the sake of others ?
And, by weathering ice-cold spiritual conditions and patiently, with love and humble service, may it be that somehow we prepare a highway on which others may travel to meet Jesus for themselves ?
Worth a moment of time to consider ?
They stand naked
godiva-esque
adornments
stripped away
revealing bare
skeletal frames
denuded by bitter
northerly blasts
fully exposed to
winter’s variable clime
Likewise am I
before all-knowing One
Whose piercing eyes
penetrate beyond
pretentious masks
far beneath
surface sheen
revealing deep
fault-lines of
hidden agendas
secret ambitions
dubious motives
~~~
Finding there is
nowhere to hide
no fig-leaf
righteousness
may I claim
to cover ‘real me’
I cast myself upon
tender mercy
and rise again
divine image
renewed
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