16 April 2017
Kings are arrayed in royal robes
He was striped, flogged and dressed in blood
Though he was sinless, yet
He walked the road to his dead carrying a cross,
A symbol of our Sins
No one came to his defence,
He who defended the downtrodden, prostitute, tax collectors and the unwanted.
He was a voice of the voiceless
Yet he could not speak for himself.
He who spat on the floor to open blind eyes
Was spat on in scorn and shame.
He who wore a golden crown in heavenly places
Had a crown of thorns placed on his head,
Blood dropped down his face, blinding his sight.
An undeserving death for A King
But one suited for a common criminal.
As darkness enfolds, silence grips the earth
Fear released a terror on the hearts of everyone present.
One question lingered in their hearts, was he really a King?
He rose in hell, and set captive free
He took the chains that held us captive and walked out with a sign
Freedom: sin has lost
Dead has been defeated
Hope has trumped fear
Faith replaced dread and unbelief
He arose a triumphant King
A glorious knight
A Gallant Warrior
A Victorious winner.
He arose, and we arise too
Transformed, renewed, released and restored.
He awaken in us a new hope and a new dawn.
That Only a King will bring.
Yes, he really is A King.
That's the Easter Story.
12 April 2017
IN 1954 Roger Bannister made history by running a mile in less than 4 minutes . It was a feat never accomplished before, to run a mile was by far the most fascinating sports story of the day, it went down in the guinness book of records. Such stories were worth telling to future generations.
On a Sunday morning during a rural church service a vicar eat a daffodil to make a point. Afterwards he confessed that it tasted horrible and advised against it…
What's common with these stories? It was retold by witnesses. I was not there when they happened. Witnesses who were present at the time spread the news.
Anyone can disbelief these stories, they can contend with the facts and details Of how it happened. They can argue that it was impossible for these events to have taken place because they were not there.
Regardless, their unbelief does not change history, it happened because there were witnesses.
Same thing with the Easter story. It was told by witnesses who were present as the events unfold. It was documented, told and retold and is still being retold today. Just like a Vicar Witness another Vicar eating a daffodil to prove a point and just as there were thousands of witnesses who watched a man run a mile for the very first time..
Fairy tales? Far from it, real events have presence, because people lived through it.
Jesus friends and community lived through his death. The saw it happened.
They watched him died, they hurdled across door ways whispering in the dark about the events that led to his death.
How he healed the sick, cleanse the possessed, fed the hungry and dined with the outcast- and raised the dead.
Some wished they believed him when he was with them. They cried inconsolable at the demise of one of them.
Then the really big news, how he got up from the grave, appeared to his friends, and how they touched his nailed pierced hands, feet and sides. How he brought joy and hope when he rose again and ascended into Heaven.Real events witness by real people retold from generation to generation.
The Easter story is real because not only did people see it happen, but because the Man Jesus, lives in everyone who believes and accepts him as Lord and Savior. He comes into their hearts and reveals himself to them again. He bears witness of himself. Now, that's real.That's the real story of Easter, He himself coming to our hearts. If you do not know him already ask him into your heart and you too will experience him for yourself.
He is alive, it is not a fairy tale it happened and I am a witness.
25 March 2017
It's meaning is varied and comes with many tags.
Mothering is baking without being a baker
it is tutoring without being a teacher
It is making things without being a trained skilled worker
It is mending without being a Taylor
It is crafting without being a trained craftsman
It is painting and drawing without being an artist
It is designing without being a designer
It is telling jokes without being a comedian
It is dancing without being a dancer
It is mending wounds without being a doctor.
It is being a counsellor without being a lawyer
It is being a guard without being a security agent
It is cooking without being a trained chef.
Mothering is seeing all things without being God
It is pretending to be bat man without watching the movie.
It is having 12 children and loving them all in the different ways with one big heart
Mothering is a joy,
Mothering is not the toughest job in the world it's the only job where we can be all things to our children - that makes it the most intricate job.
It is a fine balancing act between being a human being and super human being
It is crying and laughing at the same time,
Mothering is the only job where you watch your heart work out the door every single day and somehow still stays alive.
Mothers never retire,
Never give up hope
A mother's is a steady hand, guiding, holding, rocking.
If mothering was a paid job none would apply
Because the salary will never be enough.
Mother simply means is to me
Making - others
Magnifying - others
Moulding - others
Because they constantly make others better, beautiful, abled, and fulfilled… ,
Happy Mother's Day.
Restorers 🌝today and always