Come with me to a quiet place

August has seen many of my emails returned by “out of office” alerts as Chaplains take the time to rest; a good practice, commended by Jesus when he said - “Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest”. (Mark 6: 31). At the end of June I too was fortunate enough to be able to take a week of rest in Snowdonia enjoying the countryside and doing a bit of climbing. Shortly before going, I changed my alert tone for texts on my phone from a fairly annoying bleep, to the sound of a steam train going “Toot, toot”!

Now I’m not a Steam buff really, but there is something quite reassuring about the sight, sound, smell, and sound of a steam train, and to see the Snowdonia Mountain train power its way across Cwm Glas on its way to the summit of Wales’ highest peak is quite a sight. When we think back to the Golden Age of Steam (further back than I can remember if I’m honest!) names like the Orient Express, The Mallard and of course the Flying Scotsman sit within our history. Each of these trains had to be fuelled by coal and fed with water. Even though they would run up and down the track, with seemingly effortless ease, their engines would work with great efficiency and determination to pull passengers to their destination. Every one of them had to rest and be refuelled. Each of them had to take time to recover before they ran out of steam.
 
Just like the steam engine, we can go about our everyday lives with seemingly effortless ease, but our spiritual engines are hard at work. A visit to the Segregation unit, a Bible Study group led well, a difficult pastoral encounter, an opportunity to share our faith. So it is in our best interests that we make time to be with God all by ourselves, to spend time resting, being restored and refreshed.
 
In this small verse Jesus invites us to take a rest with him. We cannot run on empty for too long, or we will run out of steam, eventually we will come to a stuttering halt and need more than a holiday break to get back on track. But the Prophet Isaiah reminds us: “those who wait on the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint”. (Isa 40:31) “TOOT, TOOT”!

Recognising the still voice of God

I asked a prisoner recently “what changes have you seen in your day-day life since you’ve begun exploring your faith?”. His answer was simple, clear and I thought quite powerful. “I have begun to recognise and sometimes listen to the quiet voice of reason in the chaos of all the other things going on in my head”. Recognising the still, small voice of God is often the most powerfully motivating and inspiring transformation that we can experience.

So often when we look at Acts 2 with its description of tongues of fire and the sound of a mighty wind, we expect that this is the hallmark of the movement of the Holy Spirit.  We can look to see God’s activity in prison in the monumental or spectacular, the lifer turned pastor, the addict turned councillor, the steroid-abuser turned evangelist. I have often been tempted myself to try and look for this potential in prisoners I work with.  It’s as if I’m saying, ‘if the Holy Spirit is active in his life, surely that would be accompanied by sights and sounds and actions that are certain to amaze and impress.’  The logical conclusion to this would be, of course, that in the little things, the ‘ordinariness’ of our lives, the daily activity of listening to a prisoner’s grief  that the Holy Spirit of God is not active or moving. But nothing could be further from the truth.

 Of course God can move and inspire us to great heights, and throughout history God has performed great signs and wonders – we can think of things like the parting of the Red Sea during the Exodus of the Israelites when they left Egypt; or Elijah on Mount Carmel; or Jesus calming the stormy sea with a word; or the feeding of the 5000; or the apostles healing the lame man – but more often, God’s presence and the action of the Holy Spirit appear in less dramatic fashion –  the resurrected Jesus walking quietly beside the disciples on the road to Emmaus as an unknown stranger; the prophet Nathan confronting David through a riddle; or Elijah in the mouth of the cave hearing the still, small voice. We should never confuse the outward flash and show of something with its importance. 

We, or those we work with, might think that the movement of the Spirit is something outside our experience or our own ‘reach’ because, quite honestly, our lives are ordinary, or unspectacular.  In the first letter to the Corinthians, the Apostle tells us, “No one can say, ’Jesus is Lord’ except by the Holy Spirit.’ In other words, just the urge to pray aloud or affirm that we believe Jesus is Lord, is a movement of the Holy Spirit.  It may not seem spectacular, or feel particularly exciting, but it is a movement of the Spirit just the same. And as the Spirit moves, we are transformed.

While we may not immediately see some spectacular or dazzling result in our circumstances from this movement, there will most definitely be an influence on others around us – and it is in that influence that the Spirit continues to move outward, reaching out through us, drawing us and others closer to God the Father, the Son and Holy Spirit.  That is indeed something spectacular and amazing.

Blurred Vision

“As disciples, may God save us from defective vision and grant us all kingdom vision instead.”
 
What a great thought! Not long ago I was forced to succumb to my age and buy my first pair of reading glasses. So when I read (clearly for the first time for ages) the above in a thought for the day it struck a bit of a chord. We can all see things the way we want to see them sometimes, and not the way they really are. I think that this is the story of Palm Sunday, a story of excitement and progress, but of a surprising lack of vision.
 
The excitement we find in Jesus’ entry into Jerusalem can be seen in the light of similar events in the recent city history when Maccabean liberators had entered as potential conquerors.  The atmosphere as crowds came up to the feast must have been electric and heavy with both expectation and apprehension.  The land needed a liberator from the Romans! The people looked for a ruler to break oppression! Religious fervour was meeting burgeoning nationalism!  That was the vision stirring the hearts of many on that day as they cried out “Who is this?”(Mt 21:10). But even the explicit answer “Jesus, the prophet from Nazareth” (v11) seems to miss the point that the Son of David, the true Son of David comes to bring peace, comfort and salvation that is everlasting. This is the Prince of Peace, the Mighty God, the wonderful counsellor; the child of Isaiah 9, given as ruler and saviour. Blurred vision indeed.
 
In enacting the prophecy of Zechariah 9:10, Jesus was living out the “peace on earth”(Lk. 2:14) of his birth by accepting the role of the humble ruler focussed on the best for his people through glorifying God.  This is not a vision of self-aggrandisement, but of selfless service which the cross will soon put into sharp focus
 
Many whom we work with need things in their life to be sorted out … they want a vision of a ruler who will come and resolve their issues as quickly and completely as they were made. But the ruler on the colt very rarely works the way we expect him to. He is a ruler on a colt, not … as Dirty Harry would have it … the ruler with a Colt! He works in a much more effective way. As we encourage others to see Jesus as he really is over Easter, let us celebrate the fact that yes, he does bring freedom, yes he does release the oppressed, but he does it in a way that will often surprise us. and a way that will last. Let us see with his vision … a vision that goes through the entrance gates of Jeruslaem, through the trial, through the execution, and finally into life.

What a vision to follow - if it means buying better glasses, then let's do that!

Search me, and know my anxious thoughts

I was sitting with a prisoner last week considering, among other things, how we allow God to affect our behaviour. We were thinking together particularly around the concept of 'being transformed by the renewing of your minds' found in Romans 12. It got me to thinking about how much I allow God to renew my mind, and how my behaviour is affected. Isn't it funny how often in Chaplaincy God turns the tables upon you! 

In Psalm 139 it is quite moving to see the tenderness that David uses in referring to God's continual presence even in the midst of suffering. The whole Psalm indicates an intimate relationship which David has with God, a relationship that is based on God's knowledge of 'the real David' and a relationship that is transformational. He writes boldly, "O Lord, you have searched me and known me!  You know when I sit down and when I rise up; you discern my thoughts from afar.  You discern my going outand my lying down and are acquainted with all my ways…Where shall I go from your Spirit?  Or where shall I flee from your presence?…If I say, 'Surely the darkness shall cover me, and the light about me be night.' even the darkness is not dark to you."

One of the things that I love about the psalms is how realistic they are. David recognises that it is his Godward relationship that will get him through his anxieties, his cares, and even his failings (as he expresses in Psalm 51). Having written all of this, you would think that David would be a man without a care and without anxiety and yet in verse 23 he writes, "Search me, O God, and know my heart!  Try me and see my anxious thoughts."  It's comforting to know that even the author of Psalm 23 and Psalm 139 struggled with anxiety from time to time. 

The lesson that I take away from verse 23, and from Romans 12 is that the key to transformation is not found in trying harder, it is not found in learning more skills, it is found in allowing ourselves to discover the will of God. And that can only be discovered through relationship. I know that every time I walk into a prison I try to remember to ask God in prayer 'what do you want me to do in here today'. Maybe I should be asking Him more regularly, 'show me where I will meet You in here today'. I would like to be brave enough to ask God more regularly to 'test me and know my anxious thoughts', maybe if I spent more time meeting with Him, and building up the sort of intimate relationship that The Son of David had I wouldn't be so worried, and I would be more changed.

Maybe giving up coffee in Lent will help!!!!

We are transmitters (of life)

I’m not usually much of a poetry buff, but this (edited) opening to a DH Lawrence poem struck me

As we live, we are transmitters of life.
And when we fail to transmit life, life fails to flow through us.

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And if, as we work, we can transmit life into our work,
life, still more life, rushes into us to compensate, to be ready
and we ripple with life through the days.

In John 4 we read of Jesus talking to a woman by a well in Samaria. She has come, in the heat of the day, to draw water from the well. Hiding her secret, possibly in despair that life could ever be different she walks to the well. She has experienced many problems in her life, including several broken marriages, which have really hurt her. Jesus speaks to her in a kindly way, even though her first response to him is negative. He revels a real love for her and addressed her deepest needs … he meets her despair and hiddenness with hope and life.

Jesus knows that the water from the well could only satisfy the physical needs of the woman and her family for a  short time but, using the image of water, he speaks of the deep and lasting satisfaction which comes from knowing him. He tells her that she has only to ask him and he would give her “living water”, the water of life. He goes on to say, “Whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”

How many prisoners or prison staff have we come across in the last few weeks who seem to exude despair or hiddenness, and how do we meet them? True, like Jesus we meet them wherever they are, but how do we meet them. Do we transmit life? Do we transmit hope?

DH Lawrence goes on

Even if it is a woman making an apple dumpling, or a man a stool,
if life goes into the pudding, good is the pudding,
good is the stool,
content is the woman, with fresh life rippling in to her,
content is the man.
 
Give, and it shall be given unto you
is still the truth about life.
But giving life is not so easy.
It doesn't mean handing it out to some mean fool, or letting the living dead eat you up.
It means kindling the life-quality where it was not,
even if it's only in the whiteness of a washed pocket-handkerchief.

 
Jesus said “I have come that they may have life and have it to the full” Jn 10:10