Judgeth {thee} not …

You left me in that moment

Though you didn’t move an inch

Eyes glazed over

Ears stuffed shut

 

Judging me in your presence

Watching my words, not soul

My heart shattered

My mouth closed

 

Fragile life hung in balance

Do I take on board your hate?

My soul cried out

The helper salved me

 

Standing {tall}

I stand tall – not in ability

Nor gifts, accomplishments – whatever

 

I stand tall – not in my past

The pain, the erroneous way

 

I stand tall in Jesus Christ

His death and resurrection

 

So I can stand as you judge

As you imagine my life as it was

 

The sinner who stood before you

Rejected by your Pharisean eyes

 

I stand because I’ve been touched

Placed here among your people

 

To show that even the amply bad

Can be saved just like you

 

As was said so long before

“I fall and yet by faith I stand,

I stand and will not let You go”

 

Judges today

We are civilised in the West

In Ireland   here

We look back at the Judges

In horror   in shock

That would not happen

In good old Ireland

We have gun toting eight year olds

Terrifying estates

We have girls joining gangs

Going through initiation

The author of Judges

Would orate in detail

What that involves

I ain’t doing that

We are civilised in the West

In Ireland   here

We don’t decapitate our religious opposition

We don’t FGM our girleens

That would not happen

In good old Ireland

A paedo forced to drink peppered p**s

A woman forced due to medical interference

To abort her unborn loved child

An old lady sits in a rocking chair

In a rat infested damp hole of a flat

We are so civilised in the West

In Ireland   here

Aren’t we just?

But

If any of those people

Aforementioned above

Were to sit at the Cross and confess

Then our gracious Lord would forgive them thus

Because no matter what horror is in the world today

No matter what horror lay before

He, the innocent Prince of Peace lay down

His life on the Cross

The torrent of His blood washes over each

In a flood of forgiveness and redeeming grace.

We can be changed in the West, anywhere

Here in Ireland we can be changed

Transformed by the pure one

The only one fit to judge

We can be changed in the West, anywhere

Here in Ireland we can be changed

resting vs busy

tantrum

So often we get this so wrong.

What is it about our lives that we don’t take the time to smell the roses? (we even call that smell the coffee now.)

These are a few scenarios I encountered today, there is no judgement, it is a chronically first world issue. We all get it wrong – just to different degrees.

A toddler was having an epic tantrum in the supermarket but it was a holiday so both parents were present and one lifted the child and took him out of the situation. I was in the queue at the checkout and engaged with the lady in front about the child because I have been there in a supermarket with a toddler inconsolable because I couldn’t afford whatever it was they wanted. I endured the looks of sympathy, the shaking heads, the angry heads. But I needed to stay in the situation because otherwise I was setting myself up for years of misery.

A toddler was in a buggy with his parent sitting outside a café. The parent was engaged in conversation with a friend, the child tried to get the attention of the parent and so the parent passed their phone to them.

Another toddler was watching a video on an ipad.

Our toddlers are getting busy – when they could be resting and they are learning it from us.

We spend our time on our phones, we collect emails constantly, we reply to text messages instantly, we play games when we are not doing any of the other things. We are always doing something, if not two or three things at a time. We juggle our time as though we had control over it and we get tired, so very, very tired.

There is another way of living, a different way, a way that turns busy upside down and changes everything. We may not be toddlers but we have to stop. Toddlers have little control on their choices, but we do.

We can choose life with God, we can choose a life of living and living well. When we ask the Lord come dwell in us, we can being to breathe in a restful manner. Sitting in a comfy chair, opening our bible and reading God’s living word, opening our hearts to the inbreathing of the Spirit changing our thought processes, changing our heart processes as we fix our eyes on Jesus and become as we grow closer and closer to the Lord and more and more like Jesus.

It is to him we look when we investigate how to balance a very busy life with a restful spiritual life.

Sermon 15~~~The Great Assize

“We shall all stand before the judgement-seat of Christ.”

Rom. 14:10

What is interesting in this sermon, apart from the content which is standard Judgement Day stuff – lots of scripture all jumbled up to form a coherent group but taken entirely out of context, is the footnotes.  Wesley was a royalist, as in he was loyal to George II, this was a surprise to me considering the arguments across the table as he was growing up, but that was a different monarch. He also put his robes on to do his bible study and when he stopped to preach in the open air. He possibly wouldn’t approve of the careless way I turned up to lead Bible study on Tuesday night.

Many of the concepts in this sermon show that Wesley was living in a time when people studied the Scriptures in relation to their present condition. So imagining gates and a whole bunch of humans going to the right or left, in that age, the timing would have been worked out. How long would it take all these people to be processed? And many of these thought provoking ideas, and Wesley felt compelled to address them. But why?

In the background of Wesley’s preaching were people who picked up on every little detail, so I can understand why he crossed his ‘t’ and dotted his ‘i’ but I think that when he didn’t have full revelation he rationalised. It is something we all do.

The thing that is weird about this sermon is where it was preached in relation to all the long words, lengthy Latin quotes and difficult concepts. It was preached in Bedford before judges and officers of the court. I thought at first it was preached in a prison and imagined all the inmates sitting quietly for an hour or more and wondered how much would have been retained. I think the judges, as they were back then possibly snoozed a little. It is a tough read.