Tag: Christianity
2022 Advent 1:
Restore my soul
This song began life as a result of a mountain top (for want of a better word) rant at God. I had been feeling pretty low for some time and needed to vent some frustration at him which, I can imagine you thinking, was a bit arrogant and disrespectful. But I think there are enough Psalms and other parts of Scripture which show this to be something that God understands and, perhaps, even encourages if it means we are being honest with him. I believe he blesses such openness and does respond with grace and mercy. That was certainly true in my case as he put my grievances in perspective and reminded me of his unfailing and steadfast love and compassion for me, despite all my failures and inadequacies.
So, as Psalm 23 explains, he will restore our souls … if we but ask …
When there’s darkness all around,
when I walk on stony ground,
when upon my knees I fall
and I make that final call ...
Lord, restore my soul.
Lord, restore my soul.
Restore my soul.
When I feel so very tired,
when my worship’s uninspired,
when I lose my sight of you
and I doubt the things you do ...
Lord, restore my soul ...
When I long for heaven’s rest,
when I think I’ve done my best,
when there’s more you ask from me
and I cry, “O, let me be!” ...
Lord, restore my soul ...
(c) 2020 Graham Oakes
And Peace be upon you …
Crushed, beneath the tyrannical force of those sworn to keep it, Peace dies in the street without mercy or consideration of its gasps for help. Onlookers, powerless to intervene, are warned off and resort to recording, for the world, this abhorrence. A world, saturated with gratuitous and visual violence, is enraged … The agonised frustrations of a people consumed with the desire to be free from a slavery, not abolished in practice, and still suffered in sight of privilege and prejudice, are unleashed … The pattern is not new. It repeats the sad reflection on the state of this fragile human union.
‘… One nation,
under God,
indivisible,
with liberty
and justice
for all”
Fluttering with certain irony, the flag, before which this oath is made daily, must look down with shame on the way truth is denied, in the streets, within government, in the minds, hearts and souls of an entire country, of the wider world… The self-evident founding assertion that,
‘… all men are created equal …’
condemns every act perpetrated by all bigots and supremacists who use the Constitution for their own selfish ends, with no regard for those whom it was created to protect. With deepening dismay, we see injustice and hate overflow; protests are deflected and defeated by weak political resolve and there is no public figure brave enough to articulate and spearhead the national revolution required. This is a fuse which is getting shorter by the moment with political expediency and personal ambition about to blow nations apart. But, an older constitution exists. Though forgotten by many, it founded and formed much of western civilisation and law. Written in stone, revealed in flesh and blood, it takes love for God and for humanity seriously, to the point of self-sacrifice and self-denial. With all our technological progress and social media prowess this message is being lost, diluted and replaced by the unfiltered expressions of human emotion, untethered by restraint and concern for consequence and responsibility. Can we return to that simpler way of life ruled by the discipline of spirit where words are not used lightly or to wound; where minds are subject to the control of reflection and long-term hope? Where our neighbour is worthy of respect and care, whoever they are? Where we recognise, when observing failed humanity, that
‘... there but for the grace of God’?
For, it is by grace that we are saved, not of anything we are or can do.
We all stand, equally condemned before the throne of God and no number of Bibles
on our shelves or in our hands can give us immunity from the inevitable judgement.
Presidents, Kings, Popes and Archbishops, World Leaders, Governments, Religions,
Criminal & Terrorist organisations … every one of us … must bow before a bloodied
and executed outcast who died as Prince of Peace and now reigns as King of Love.
We must see ourselves for who we really are and recognise him for who he really is.
“Lord, in your mercy, hear my prayer. Turn me around, let me face you and learn humility. Fill me with your presence and make me clean. Take my thoughts, words and actions and make them yours. Take my memories and shame and forgive and redeem my past that I may live renewed in your present. Grow your Spirit’s fruit and gifts in me for the blessing of others, for peace – and your glory. In the Name of Jesus Christ, your Son and my Saviour. Amen”
Pentecost pondering.
Walking in the radiant light of this morning’s rising sun. Sensing the intangible yet intimate presence of that gentle breeze engaging and inspiring my very soul. Hearing the refreshing sound of rushing waters; clean and life-giving: flowing with hope and joy and peace. Appreciating the journey; the ups and downs, highs and lows and paths not walked before. Anticipating that final bend, the familiar door and a glorious welcome home. (c) 2020 Graham Oakes
Pentecost Prayer
Oh Lord! Forgive us for the way we turn your living presence into works of stone, of unchanging forms which exist for themselves; within which you cannot breathe. Forgive us, for celebrating your coming as a birthday, for one day only, then putting it back into the drawer for seasons and special occasions. Forgive us, that the fruit you challenge us with is observed as a ‘still life’ study; to be marvelled at for its composition and setting without moving us to desire its treasure when revealed in us. Forgive us, that the gifts you share are denied, devalued or desired for the wrong reasons. Forgive us, that we underestimate their power and your glory. Forgive us: for arguing over their use and limitations. Forgive us: that, in the midst of diversity, we ignore your translating, transforming, and unifying power. Lord, in your mercy, forgive us: Oh, Lord! Redeem, restore, revive and renew; breathe on me, I pray. Indwell my tradition with daily renewal, my human perspective with your heavenly vision; refresh my stagnant backwater with the rushing waters of your love; replace my ambition with your perfect calling. Fill me, to overflowing; capture me and set me free to serve you, here, now and forever. By your amazing grace, Amen.
Ascension 2020
To have and to lose: this is our human condition. Through struggle, or gift, we gain that which, through struggle or gift, is taken away. Transient experiences of life elude our attempts to retain them. We learn that our humanity is finite; our lives but a vapour; our loves and hates live on in others, if they live at all. The small steps we take are as nothing. The earth revolves around the sun and its cycles diminish, even more, our grasp on time and space. But you ... in your birth you bore the hope of nations. In your life dwelt all the Godhead, bodily. In your sacrifice is forgiveness for all who call. In your resurrection death, and all its power, is defeated. And then, at your Ascension, the Gift was promised ... Incarnate Presence, restored with a more glorious Indwelling. Your heavenly humanity is all gain and, by your Spirit, you fill us with the light of your Day ... ... turning our shadows into everlasting Dawn.
The Other Tree
The Garden of Creation, now lost to one and all, replaced by forest thickets upon whose roots we fall; our destiny still governed by laws we always break and all creation stumbles over the mess we make. The fruit for which we lusted, upon that single tree, reminds us of our stubborn pride and failed humanity. The other Tree was kept from us lest we should live forever; expelled, we faced the mortal cost of our rebellious error. But while that sin stained everyone born to the world of men the love of God could not be dimmed and purposed, even then, to be the way for our return into his holy place, our restoration, full and free, by such a costly grace. Into our world he placed the seed: his Word, his Light, his Son and he, among us, lived and died - the hope for everyone. The Tree of Life was lifted up to bear the Lord of All as it became the wooden cross that broke our fateful Fall. And once again the Garden received that perfect Man and we began to understand the mystery of Love’s plan. The empty cross, the empty tomb, now relics of the fight: the darkness withers at the dawn of Resurrection Light.
The Seventh Day
Never, since the seventh day, had there been this silence of accomplishment. Not that the world noticed. It had long since lost its sensitivity to eternity and the breathing of creation. Behind the stone, in a virgin tomb, lay the body of the Creator. The Word that spoke, "Let there be Light", was contained within complete darkness, just as Deity had been contained within human flesh. The final sacrifice; the ultimate definition of "Immanuel" - God with us: in living, in dying and now in death itself. Outside, the soldiers nonchalantly do their duty. The Pharisees find comfort in their religion but are haunted by his words. The disciples, incredulous that it had come to this, fear for their own lives as those who had once believed ... The women keep watch. And, as the sun slowly slips into the evening of the seventh day, God, having accomplished all that could be done took his Sabbath once again ... (c) 2020 Graham Oakes
Maundy
He chose to wash disciples’ feet, despite his majesty, and showed them all the way of love, his holy destiny. Though tempted to refuse the Cup he knows its history. The Chosen One has made his choice and drinks his destiny. The Prince of Peace is judged by hate though reason would him free. This world will never let him rule and change its destiny. The Servant-King gives up his throne to grip a cruel tree. With hands held wide and crowned with thorns he bore his destiny. My God, my Saviour and my Friend has suffered all for me. He calls me to leave all for him and share his destiny. Now may I live as if I’ve died to all that I might be and rise with him, to live and love, this is my destiny. (c) Graham Oakes