Sitting, being in a place
Desert, forest, mountain, beach
Becoming aware, more fully aware
Of being at one with that place
Then looking ahead
And seeing the cross
Sensing the invitation
Daring to say
Lord, address it to me
At Thy word, I will come.
Jesus was baptized by John in the Jordan. And just as he was coming up out of the water, he saw the heavens torn apart and the Spirit descending like a dove on him. And a voice came from heaven, ‘You are my Son, the Beloved; with you I am well pleased.’ And the Spirit immediately drove him out into the wilderness. He was in the wilderness for forty days, tempted by Satan; and he was with the wild beasts; and the angels waited on him.
Take some time to picture the scene; put yourself in the crowd at the water’s edge and observe from there; note the atmosphere, the mood of the people. Watch the expression on Jesus’ face as he hears the Father’s voice.
Follow in his footsteps as he heads off into the wilderness; the vast empty landscape. Look at the sky, the horizon. Feel the essential aloneness.
The first lone snowdrop
Usually they grow in clumps
Just as you place us, Lord
In groups, communities
To form your body here on earth.
It can be lonely
To be one
Ahead of the crowd.
Once used to solitude
It can be difficult
To fit back in.
Help us each, Lord, to connect to our neighbours
In the way that you desire
To form your perfect body
According to your will.
Caterpillars; they spend all their life busy eating. Finding food, eating it, digesting it; a life’s work. Then retreat into their cocoon. A hidden, secret life.
We devour ideas like hungry caterpillars. Worry and fret. Constantly seeking more to fuel our over busy minds.
But we’ll never worry and fret ourselves into becoming a beautiful butterfly.
We need to stop, retreat. Lord, help us to let go, to rest in Thee, and accept the changes that we can prepare for but cannot bring about.
The moon – full and bright hanging over the rooftops
A clear but lonely looking light
Reflection of the sun
But lacking its welcome warmth
Lord, you call us to shine your love to the world
Let us shine with a warm glow
Not a surface reflection of cold light
But from hearts warmed with your love.
I gaze at the sky and see
Making a cross
Just like this picture
I expect the heavens to tell me
The glory of God
But instead they tell of what?
Humility, vulnerability, weakness
Lord, teach my heart to know there is more to your glory
Than superficial splendour