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What a great summer – and autumn as well, and I am still making the most of this mild weather to go on in the garden.  However the winter evenings have drawn in and so back to the blogging.
I have a very good Bible commentary by David Pawson and I was struck by what he had to say about the book of Daniel, which I have been reading lately.  We all know (I hope) about the Lion’s Den, but do we know anything else much about Daniel?  Pawson says this: ‘Daniel makes unique predictions that are so detailed, so dated in sequence and so accurate in the light of historical events that it’s simply history written down before it happened.  So every reader is faced with the question of whether the future is known by God.  The Bible makes it clear that God not only knows the future but also shapes it.’ 
Thus we are faced with that knotty old problem of predestination.  How much is predetermined?  We must not say that everything is, as if we are robots.  As Pawson says, there’s a delicate balance in Scripture between divine sovereignty and human responsibility.  I like his idea of imagining that one is playing chess against a master player: he would win, but I am free to make any moves I want to .  So every move I make he can match, and he will win.
God has more free will than we do, so our freedom is limited by His.  It is important to know that there is a flexibility in God’s sovereignty that we should hold very precious, lest we slip into the idea that everything is predetermined, and we do not matter.  Would we not become rather passive and probably lazy if we felt that we were just here on earth as puppets?  Of course we have to make our own decisions.  So that brings us to the important matter of choice.
I seem to remember that Margaret Thatcher, when asked what she thought was the most important question about religion/spirituality, apparently without a second’s hesitation said ’choice’.  Perhaps she is right.  But there are other things too.  Maybe we will explore them  in my next blog, but I have lovely story to tell – a true one so I hope it doesn’t have copyright restrictions.  Watch this space.
Since I wrote this, ten days ago, I have been so busy outside that I never posted it.  Now the frost has come which is rather good; we need some cold weather to kill the bugs.
Posted on November 24, 2014

 

 
Ancient or Modern?

Posted on May 3, 2014

 

Are you one of those people who think that because something is modern it cannot be good?  My dear deceased Mother was a bit like that which I found regrettable, although inevitably as I race through my eighth decade I am probably getting more and more like her! but I do think there are some excellent modern inventions and it is perhaps worth noting one or two.
I went to see the film Noah last week, and I thought it was brilliantly portrayed (I could have done without a totally non biblical story line about Cain, but I suppose they have to spice things up a bit.)  I felt that it was a wonderful example showing the best of ancient and modern: the former of course supplied such a gripping story that would have been quite unbelievable if thought up by man, after all fact is often stranger than fiction.  The latter used the astonishing modern technology that is now available for making sensational films, and the result was stunning, I thought.
What else benefits from such a merger?  I suppose many things that we use daily and take for granted, but one example that illustrates the point is the climbing of Everest.  I am particularly interested in this because Tom Bourdillon (a cousin of my late husband) was not only part of the successful 1953 expedition, but he and Charles Evans would have been the first men up if their oxygen had held out.  It was staggeringly difficult to make the ascent in those days – of course, being unchartered territory made every stage an incredible challenge but just think of the clothing and materials used in all the equipment.  In those early days they had nothing to keep them warm other than heavy woollen and tweed garments which took days to dry out; everything they used must have been so cumbersome.  Nowadays with nylon, lycra and all the modern materials available of course it is an incomparable quest to make.
I expect anyone reading this has there own examples of the good of ancient compared to modern: it would be interesting to hear them.

Posted in Ancient versus Modern

 

 I have recently been to a beloved granddaughter’s Confirmation which was a delight and beautiful in every way except the noise of the chatter of the congregation not only before the Service, but actually during it, while people were taking communion.
I had an interesting debate with my son after who said that he couldn’t see the problem, and after all the Bishop had given a very good talk about God not being a killjoy, so what was I worried about? –  if I wanted to be quiet that was up to me.  I know that God is most certainly not a killjoy, and I go to many services where we worship Him in a loud and joyous way.  I particularly love the last words of the Harnhill Friday morning service: Go in peace to love, to serve and to ENJOY the Lord.  I have no difficulty in worshipping God in diverse ways, but I don’t think we made a very good job of it last week.
All my long life I have been conditioned to be quiet during a traditional church service, and old habits die hard. Gone are the days when one arrived at church a little early for a Communion service so that one could be quiet and prepare oneself.  My concentration is not strong enough to spend a little quality time with my Maker when the decibels all around are comparable to a loud cocktail party.  It could in no way be described as holy whispers!
It was a glorious service in a very beautiful church; the girls being confirmed were lovely and behaved in an exemplary fashion; the Bishop and all officiating performed their roles likewise.  It was we, the older generation(s) who, I felt, let the show down…   My son suggested that even fewer people would go to church if we mind about these things.  I think perhaps he is right.  What does God think?
My mother was a great one for preserving standards.  Happily I am far too lazy to worry about many things that used to be considered important in polite society.  Instead I call them priorities and often let them slip.  I love many modern ideas and institutions, but I do think that we have to discern when we  should stand firm and not  ‘dumb down’ things that weaken old fashioned morals and principles. Actually I don’t think God minds how we behave in church as long as our hearts are right, and it is far more important to have a good relationship with Him.  Even so, on this particular occasion I think it would have shown respect to the girls and the importance of what they were doing to have kept the noise down.
What do others think?


Has spring sprung?

Posted on March 11, 2014

It is a beautiful spring-like morning.  I have just been to early church to hear a friend preach an extremely good sermon on Romans 5 verse 15.  Afterwards, over a welcome cup of coffee, I met a delightful couple who knew my son slightly and are going to get in touch with me, and a wonderful older lady who is going to come and have coffee during the week if we can arrange it.   .
Well what is so special about that?  It is special because I came to Oxford three years ago knowing only three people.  Two were quite old and the other quite young.  Thus I knew absolutely no-one of my own age.  What I did not know was that Oxford is a difficult place to get to know people: I have no contacts with the ‘gown’, and the ‘town’ – in this case North Oxford – is fairly unfriendly. Everyone has their own busy life to lead, so why should they suddenly want me to become part of it?  John and Diana Collins were my constant advisers, friends, companions, mentors.
However, there are times when I feel that things are getting better.  My lifeline has been the incredible Bible Study group that dear Diana Collins kindly arranged for me to join.  What a blessing that has been: they are a truly wonderful group of Christians who meet together once a week to study the Bible. I am getting to know and love them, both corporately and individually.  One of their number asked me to dinner three years ago, after the first meeting that I went to; I think without her kindly outstretched hand I should have caved in altogether.
That is why I am feeling so happy this morning, because I have come to know a few people whom I can now call friends.  I don’t know most of my neighbours, but one couple have become really good friends, and the wife introduced me to a splendid Keep Fit class which is fun; also some old friends have moved nearby which is a great joy; and others I have met at St. Andrew’s church, through which I helped with an Alpha group last year, and met some lovely people there.  It is such fun mixing with people of all ages, and I must mention a most engaging new friend: Charlie, who was born last August – and his parents are very special.
So I am praising the Lord mightily on this glorious morning, although I must admit to a yearning to be back in Wales tending my garden as the weeds will be waking up to the spring.  I shall be back there at the end of the month when the daffodils will wave their welcome and the lambs will be skipping around.  I hope that March does not go out like a lion.  Last year I returned to my mountain fastness on 31st March, and drove straight into a deep snow drift in my valley.  That is why I have a 4 x 4, but it couldn’t cope with the depth of snow.  It is so good to have Easter to look forward to, but we are now in the season of Lent, and Calvary has to be endured before the glory of Easter Sunday.
I am so very blessed to have two different lives: my glorious rural existence in the hills of Wales all through the summer, and then in the autumn I shall look forward to returning to Oxford to pick up the strands about which I have just written.
Alleluya!


Gilt-edged failure

Posted on March 6, 2014

Funny title!  I spent some quality time last week chatting to a dear girl whom I admire greatly.  They appeared to me to be the perfect family – even with teenagers living at home which is quite a feat!
Of course when one starts to talk in depth, problems and difficulties are aired, because at the end of the day no parent ever gets it right.  I hope that this is a comfort to anyone who has survived the rigours of watching their family growing up.  However much fun and love and joy one experiences, it is not an easy task.  There are so many pitfalls, and as ones children reach the teenage years one has to take a back seat and let them go into the big, wide, wicked world.   It is so hard to keep the door open and not mind if they don’t walk back through it: not easy to do.  The most important thing is to allow them the freedom to fail.
This is not meant to be a treatise on parenthood, but I have recently had the pleasure of watching several of my grandchildren prepare for their important exams in the summer, and how they manage to cope with the vicissitudes of growing into adulthood.  I am a very bad grandmother and constantly tell them not to worry about their exam results (I would not do this if they were not extremely vigilant and hardworking!) but I do think that these days the pressures are too much for many youngsters. They are expected to put a great deal into school life which of course is good; they often play in teams and sometimes have two matches a week; they have responsibility thrust upon them, which again is good, but sometimes it is simply too much.  Their CV hangs like a huge cloud  over them so that they push themselves to do the Duke of Edinburgh Awards Scheme and other such activities, maybe just to look good on the CV.  I know travel is good, but one of mine has just been to Bolivia for ten days at half term.  Yes, it is a wonderful experience, but she is exhausted and will remain so until the holidays – and even then she (and others) will no doubt be given endless revision and homework to do.  Where have the carefree school ‘holidays’ gone? when they could switch off and not worry about mocks or school exams, let alone common entrance, GCSEs, A levels and University choices.
I can hear you muttering disdainfully as you read this.  I am all for people working hard, but there must be time and opportunity for rest and relaxation, also for parties and fun and carefree irresponsibility.   One of my daughters went into an A level exam in her pyjamas because she had been up half the night revising, and another had a serious riding accident during her O levels and missed a whole term at school.  That was when I realised that there was more to life than exams, although amazingly she did manage to get good results, but all I cared about was that she was alive.
This rather lightweight blog is to be taken with a sense of humour, a pinch of salt and not to be read by any sluggards.  I was prompted to write it when I saw an old (boarding) school friend last week who made me laugh by saying that she was removed from school in the term before her A levels because her father had no one to go hunting with.  She is now a well known artist, but probably doesn’t have a great deal on her CV!  None of us did, but we have mostly had wonderful lives, (and are now galloping through our seventies.)
P.S I am extremely proud of all my eleven grandchildren – I must just mention that I have a grandson in Hawai’i who got a scholarship when he was only two!!


We are so blessed

 Posted on January 2, 2014

 I have been stopped in my tracks, it seems, by something rather more than a cold.  Maybe a clarion call to go a bit slower because I know I have been too busy this year.  So I have decided to enjoy this little setback and put the time to good use.
First I have been able to concentrate my mind on finishing John Collins’ amazing book, which he has called A Diagram of God’s Love.  He so generously gave a copy to each family who attended his beloved wife Diana’s beautiful Service of Thanksgiving recently, thus it is holds a special resonance for me, and I am enjoying it enormously.  He explains so cleverly the presence of the Holy Spirit, which alas is something that many Christians cannot grasp.  Although I knew a good deal of what he said, it seemed to show me certain things under a spotlight so that I could see the depth and meaning of the message so much more clearly.  One thing that struck me is that God’s blessing is conditional: if you repent you will be blessed.  It is as simple as that.  I spent so long (after committing my life to Christ) taking it on board that God’s love for us is totally unconditional, that this came as a bit of a shock. 
It is important to understand fully that in the Old Testament the Holy Spirit was only visited upon prophets, priests and kings, but now it is for everyone who wants it.  This is so important to grasp: if you don’t believe me please look at Joel, chapter 2, verse 5.
I had made scribbled notes in my Bible which seem pertinent to mention, especially as John’s book tells us a great deal about the Holy Spirit being available now…  Something more than material prosperity lies in the future.  There is also going to be spiritual prosperity for everyone.  This comes as a direct result of the goodness of God, and as a consequence of the repentance of the people.  It is not limited by social status, by gender or by age.  And later:
A prophet is only a prophet if it comes true.       Joel’s prophecy came true 8 centuries later.
How amazing is that? To think that on the Day of Pentecost Peter knew exactly what Joel was referring to eight hundred years before: the Holy Spirit had been poured out on all flesh.
So, here we are at Christmas time remembering the birth of our blessed Saviour.  Let us reflect on how fortunate we are to live in this age of the Spirit which means that we no longer live under the old law, but under grace.  So I say again, as John did in his book, that:  God would pour out His spirit on ALL mankind – that is, anybody who is open to receive the Spirit of Jesus’.  It was only by Jesus coming to earth that made this possible.
Alleluya!

 

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