Count Your Blessings #68 – Pleasant Surprises

Trees

After a long frustrating day with lots of driving and good dollop of delays – I arrived home 2 hours after I had planned to. It had been one of those days when you don’t just get one delay, you get a wonderful variety of them. Some delays have a point and a meaning, today’s mostly didn’t. The most pointless was a 30 min delay on the M6 because everyone wanted to slow down to look at a car transporter which had turned over – on the other carriageway. I suppose I should be counting my blessings that I wasn’t on the other carriageway, they had a much longer delay ahead of them.

On days like this I like to go out for a walk to clear my head. It doesn’t need to be a long walk just long enough to replace the diesel fumes with something a bit more natural.

I am in wonderfully privileged position of being able to walk a short way and then turn off into some woods and meadows. It’s been raining a lot and the meadow smell fragrant. There was a nice sunset building. I could already feel the frustration starting to lift as I walked along. And then as I looked out of the corner of my eye over towards the little pond, stood quite still looking straight at me was a deer. It stood and it stared, quite still. It wasn’t stressed or tense, it was just looking. it was looking at me and I could almost hear it saying ‘Chill Graham. Let go of the frustration. It’s a beautiful evening’. We both stood there for several minutes until eventually the deer walked off towards the trees and nibbled at the fresh new shoots that were provided there.

What a pleasant surprise. Definitely one of those “should have bought the camera” moments.

I was so excited when I got back that I started to write this blog. Then Sue got back from her evening out and we both went off to see if the deer was still there, but it was off munching fresh new shoots on some other trees.

As the deer pants for streams of water, so I long for you, O God.

I thirst for God, the living God. When can I come and stand before him?

Psalm 42

Count Your Blessings #67 – Anywhere Worship

Helvellyn from Red Tarn

Some passages in the Bible require some background for them to have their true impact.

John chapter 4 documents a remarkable meeting. It’s known in Christian circles as ‘The Woman at the Well’.

In this encounter Jesus meets a woman at a well. She is the only one there and there is a reason for that, she is an outcast from her own society. She was collecting water at noon, something that isn’t a good idea in the searing heat of the day. Anyone walking past would have known she was an outcast, it didn’t require special powers on Jesus’ behalf to know it. It was so obvious that John doesn’t even bother giving any more details. From a Jewish perspective though it was worse than that, this woman was a Samaritan and the Jews hated the Samaritans. The Samaritan believed that the way they worshipped was the right way – the Jews clearly believed the opposite. For me as someone within a western culture, it also has to be noted, that this was a ‘woman’. Men didn’t talk to women outside their immediate family, that was a scandalous thing to do.

So does Jesus treat an outcast Samaritan woman?

Well, he asks her for a drink of water, the woman is astonished and so a conversation ensues. But this is no ordinary conversation over a glass of water this meeting is about to reveal something profound. A conversation in which Jesus opens up the woman’s life and reveals the route to salvation and redemption, but also a conversation in which Jesus proclaims the true place of worship.

“Oh, so you’re a prophet! Well, tell me this: Our ancestors worshipped God at this mountain, but you Jews insist that Jerusalem is the only place for worship, right?”

“Believe me, woman, the time is coming when you Samaritans will worship the Father neither here at this mountain nor there in Jerusalem. You worship guessing in the dark; we Jews worship in the clear light of day. God’s way of salvation is made available through the Jews. But the time is coming—it has, in fact, come—when what you’re called will not matter and where you go to worship will not matter.


“It’s who you are and the way you live that count before God. Your worship must engage your spirit in the pursuit of truth. That’s the kind of people the Father is out looking for: those who are simply and honestly themselves before him in their worship. God is sheer being itself—Spirit. Those who worship him must do it out of their very being, their spirits, their true selves, in adoration.”


John 4:19–24

sunset

Not only was the circumstances of the conversation shocking, but so was the conversation itself. Jesus proclaims that it doesn’t matter where you worship! It doesn’t matter if you worshipped on the mountain. It doesn’t matter if you worship in Jerusalem. You can worship anywhere.


I have spent much of my Christian life trying to live in the reality of that statement. Another Bible translation puts it like this: “But the time is coming and is already here when true worshippers will worship the Father in spirit and in truth.” It’s not about the words, or the music, or the place, or the time, it is about spirit and truth. I’d like to be able to say that I live every moment of my life at the same point on the worship experience quotient but I’d be lying. There are places, times, music and words that have helped me to go deeper in my experience of worship but that’s because those things have touched my spirit. The things that have touched my spirit are regularly not things that people would directly associate with a Christian experience of worship.


I have worshipped while reading psalms at the top of a very windy mountain. I have worshipped while on my morning walk listening to Bob Dylan. I have worshipped eating a meal with friends. I have worshipped driving to work while listening to Radio 4. I have worshipped in a plane while watching a movie. I have worshipped while sat next to a log fire relaxing with my family. I have worshipped in ancient churches where I was the only person present. I have worshipped in modern industrial units with smoke, loud music and lights. I have worshipped on my own. I have worshipped with thousands. I have worshipped in a tent while the rain patters down. I have worshipped on a beach ass the sea roars in. I have worshipped in a train watching the sunset out of the window.


skiing in bansko, bulgaria

The woman said, “I don’t know about that. I do know that the Messiah is coming. When he arrives, we’ll get the whole story.”


“I am he,” said Jesus. “You don’t have to wait any longer or look any further.”


Just then his disciples came back. They were shocked. They couldn’t believe he was talking with that kind of a woman. No one said what they were all thinking, but their faces showed it.


The woman took the hint and left. In her confusion she left her water pot. Back in the village she told the people, “Come see a man who knew all about the things I did, who knows me inside and out. Do you think this could be the Messiah?” And they went out to see for themselves.


John 4:25–30


(I’m focusing on the ‘anywhere’ today, I’m planning an ‘anyhow’)

Count Your Blessings #66 – Shades of Grey

Rocks

Grey – what picture does that word paint in your mind. Is the picture characterised by dull, drab or even dreary.

I thought I’d have a look on the Dulux Paints web site to see how they describe grey. I looked through their vast range of colours but couldn’t find anything called ‘grey’. The grey colours are called wonderful things like ‘Ebony Mists’, ‘Ice Storm’, ‘Clouded Slate’ and ‘Quartz Flint’.

Grey isn’t just a colour though it’s used to describe and symbolise all sorts of things. If you are grey haired then you are old. If you look grey you look ill.

So why is grey a blessing?

There are two types of grey that I regard as a blessing. The first is the grey you find in black & white photographs. The thing with black & white photographs is that they aren’t black & white, they are shades of grey. There is something about a picture that is made up of shades of grey that brings a depth and vitality that you just don’t get with pictures in full colour.

The other grey I find a blessing is the grey that exists in the answers to so many questions that we ask. These questions don’t have an answer that is yes or no, right or wrong, black or white. The answers to these questions are grey, they are more complicated than black or white. We have a choice with these questions. We can either regard the grey as something of a problem, or we can regard the grey a something to treasure, something to contemplate and something to chew over. Chewing over the question doesn’t change the question, but it does change us, it often leads into other questions. Treasuring these questions can help us to understand how other people see the same question.

Martyn Joseph wrote a song about this:

Treasure the Questions

Locked in my heart there’s a child
Knocking the door to get out
Asking the questions that hurt and
Sometimes there’s a question of doubt
I can’t pretend that it’s easy
I can’t pretend that I win
When your search in this life is over
That’s when the struggle begins

And if I don’t find out the search is not in vain
And if I don’t find out I
Treasure the questions as they rage in my mind
I treasure the questions some day I will find
I ran out of answers such a long time ago
And I treasure the questions wherever I go

Searching Sahara’s of sorrow
Trying to understand why
But the journey has brought me so much closer
I don’t have to stand here and lie
Over and over I cried in the darkness
Over and over to see
The crime is to sit and not wonder
Renewing my mind set me free

And if I don’t find out the search is not in vain
And if I don’t find out I
Treasure the questions as they rage in my mind
I treasure the questions some day I will find
I ran out of answers such a long time ago
And I treasure the questions wherever I go