Stone of Scone

 

We’re just closing, the guide apologised. Go ahead and have a quick look.

We’d spent hours in the newly-opened Perth Museum, seeing the Stone of Destiny presentation and wandering round the many displays of historic finds in the area. Aware that the guides had their coats on, ready to leave, we sprinted up the aisle of St John’s Kirk, the oldest building in Perth. Constructed in about 1448, it is deserving of a longer look than we could give it.

I was amazed to see QR codes sprinkled round the listed building in various places, but especially this one on the communion table at the front. The oldest building in Perth fully embracing some of the newest technology. Very impressive that they are using the technology, not just to impart information about structures or windows or furnishings, but to go to the heart of the gospel and explain the reason for the building. ‘Why do we need forgiveness?’ What a great question.

May the Lord awaken curiosity in those who wander through this ancient building, leading them to enter through the portal of the QR code and be drawn into faith in Jesus.

Soaking Together

 

Daily deluges have kept the soil in the garden heavy, wet and cloying. The plants might be longing for the heat of a spring sun, but planted in the rich soil of the garden, they are not thirsty.

But in the individual plastic seed trays, the bedding plants I bought from the shop languish. There the earth is dry as dust, despite the tray sitting out under the same grey skies and receiving the same dose of rain.

Worshiping at church, voices joining in love and praise of our Saviour, waters my spirit and restores my soul. It is like resting in a rich garden. As our hearts converge and our minds agree in worship, we are like the plants in the soil, whose roots go deep.

I know I can be a believer whether or not I go to church, but if I stayed home, I think I might grow like those bedding plants, separated and hemmed in by plastic sides and bases, limited and isolated from being able to stretch my faith deeper, refreshing myself in the shared aquifer of love for God.

May the rain of heaven’s love fall gently on us all today, restoring us and enabling us each to blossom with the gifts God has given us.

Manna from Heaven

 

The cock pheasant and his harem visit daily. I noticed one of the hens balancing on the branch next to the peanut feeder. I’m not sure if she had eaten any of the nuts, but she was pretty big to be balanced on such a thin branch for so long.

Then he strutted into view and hopped up onto the pile of grass cuttings from last season. They’ve obviously found plenty of new life in that pile as a few of them have been feasting there the last few days – since the sun reappeared in our overly-grey skies.

The gorgeous male pheasant cast an ‘eagle-eye’ round the surrounding field. Yesterday I watched as he chased off a rival interloper. This morning peace reigned and no challenges appeared.

The hen feasted on peanuts, a rich treat perhaps. But perhaps just as rich, or even tastier, was what the cock found amongst the old grass cuttings.

May I be aware of all the sources of spiritual food which come my way this day, whether from the precious Scriptures or from the daily routines of my life. Through it all, God is speaking life to me.

Could you not sit with me?

 

The warmth of the conservatory drew me in for my morning quiet routine. As I focused on the devotional, I gradually become aware of the gentle purring of the cat, stretched in the sun on the chair opposite me. Indy isn’t a cat who craves petting and cuddles, but she enjoys company, as her contented purrs demonstrated.

Companionship needn’t be noisy chatter. There’s an interactive contentment when sitting with others you love, or respect and appreciate, which needs no verbal exchange. All it needs is time.

I’m aware that lately, I’ve curtailed that sort of loving lingering with the Lord. There seems to be so much to do all the time, and for some reason it takes me longer to do it all than it used to. But when Don remarked the other day how much he enjoyed my company, even when we aren’t speaking, I recognised how much I’m missing time spent just sitting with the Lord, too. Prayer is an attitude of the heart as well as an outpouring of the lips.

This morning, as the world convulses in violence and pain, I am thinking of Jesus, in the Garden of Gethsemane, asking his friends to sit with him for an hour. To stay awake, and just keep him company.

I don’t know how to pray for this tortured world, but I can sit with the Lord of all as he prays.

So this morning, I surrender again to Jesus, knowing that I need his help to make some adjustments to my schedule, so that I have the right alignment of my priorities.

I don’t want to continue as Martha. I’d rather be Mary.

 

The Not Yet

 

Dawn came, still and soft, revealing a bright sun in a clear sky. Ah. Spring.

As the morning has unfolded, a breeze started lightly, teasing the daffodils into delightful dances. I see the movement but I don’t see the cause of it.

We’re in Holy Spirit season. Forty-five years ago the wind of the Spirit blew into my life, clearing my cache of sin and reviving me with a deep infilling of joy, love, faith and assurance of my identity in Christ. I hope and pray that others can see I am dancing with God.

He changed my life. On this day which marks my physical entry into the world, I am also remembering with gratitude and joy my spiritual entry into the fullness of the kingdom of God, both the now and the not-yet.

Enjoy this glorious day!

In with a Mouse

 

A gorgeous spring afternoon drew me out to do some weeding. Cows plodded round the field nearby, when one started making a noise I’d not heard them make before. Sort of a growl. I imagine the farmer could interpret that sound.

Inside again, I left the back door open as I sewed doll clothes for two grandchildren’s birthdays. Suddenly I heard the cat make a noise. Though our elderly cat is usually inside sleeping, I knew instantly what that meow meant. Yes, there she was, proudly showing me the mouse she had just killed and brought inside. Yuk.

It made me think once again of the way our heavenly Father hears all of our cries and groans, and understands each one perfectly. Scripture says that when we don’t know what to pray, the Spirit intercedes for us in groans we don’t understand: but the Father does.

Many times, I don’t know what to pray. How grateful I am that the Spirit is ready to move in and pray what’s so deeply embedded in my heart and soul.

My prayers are powerful and effective. Maybe especially when I am groaning in the Spirit.

 

Harmonies

 

Familiarity breeds contempt. This old adage apparently springs from St Augustine, 5^th century. I’d just like to dispute its assertion.

At least in relation to music. Playing cello in yesterday’s music group at church, I was delighted that two of the three worship songs were very familiar to me. Modern music comes without a written bass line, leaving the lower register instruments to ad lib. Having grown up playing in orchestras and quartets, where one was always playing harmonies and counterpoints written by talented composers, I find it extremely challenging to ‘go off-piste’ and make anything up.

Yesterday, though, with two of those songs, I felt free enough to ‘hear’ my inner harmonies a few times and do something slightly different from playing the written melody. Familiarity set me free.

The preacher encouraged us to really open our inner spiritual ears to hear the voice of Jesus. I suppose it is straightforward enough to know the ten commandments and endeavour to live by them, but in the vagaries and nuances of life, the whispers of Jesus guiding us in all we say and do can so enrich our lives and the lives of others. We are loved by the God of creation, who delights in diversity which is always harmonious in its beauty and richness.

May my spiritual ears be attentive today, and my will be willing to obey whatever I hear the Master whisper. It’s as we live the harmonies God gives us that we make the most beautiful music to bring joy to the throne of heaven and the ear of our Lord.