Would you like to paint some pebbles for the next part of the ‘Real Love’ project?
The completed pebbles will be placed as a cairn at both ends of the Greenway and underneath the cross which will be in St. James’ churchyard.
Andy Pearson has the pebbles.
You can paint your own heart design. Enamel paint would be ideal, but any paints can be used and then the pebbles will be varnished by Andy.
If you can help it would be great if you could collect a bag (or more) of stones (about 6 in each bag) from outside Andy’s house. If you need the stones delivering, then please email me: alisonwhiteley@ntlworld.com
We would like the stones returned by Friday 26th March so there is time to varnish them if needed.
The weeks leading up to Easter seem to be flying by. We are halfway through Lent and discovering something about the more obscure characters mentioned in the New Testament. We only have time and space for seven characters at a rate of one per week. There has been a positive response to the content and style of the material we are using which makes me wonder whether it would be beneficial to cover one or two more or all the remaining stories after Easter.
Opening Prayer
Lent is a time to learn to travel
Light, to clear the clutter
From our crowded lives and
Find a space, a desert.
Deserts are bleak; no creature
Comforts, only a vast expanse of
Stillness, sharpening awareness of
Ourselves and God
Uncomfortable places, deserts.
Most of the time we’re tempted to
Avoid them, finding good reason to
Live lives of ease; cushioned by
Noise from self-discovery.
Clutching at world’s success
To stave off fear.
But if we dare to trust the silence
To strip away our false security,
God can begin to grow his wholeness in us,
Fill up our emptiness, destroy our fears,
Give us new vision, courage for the journey,
And make our desert blossom like a rose.
From – ‘Waiting for the Kingfisher’ – Ann Lewin
Simon Iscariot
Simon Iscariot (John 6:71,13:2,27; see too Matthew 27:3–10)
His name appears only as the father of Judas, the thief, the betrayer. It places Judas the Everyman in a time and a community, a man with a family, perhaps one that loved him. Judas was not like Barabbas, the ‘son of a father’, the anonymous troublemaker who gained his freedom at Jesus’ expense, the Everyman without the family that gave a person identity, belonging.
Was Simon Iscariot, named three times, a follower of Jesus, sympathiser, even, later, a witness? Was he a man visited, prayed with, by the more patient, large-hearted followers of Jesus? Did they include another bereaved parent, Mary, mother of Jesus? Or was only his name known, this man who had lost his son to a life on the road with an itinerant preacher, and then lost his reputation with a son branded as thief, traitor, and suicide?
Did Peter seek out Simon to tell of his own failing, and the meeting that followed? In the turmoil around the teachings of Jesus, Simon lost his son. When an adult child goes wrong, there may be regret, grieving and attempt to reason, a determination to stay by them, whatever trouble they bring upon themselves. Judas was not a disowned Barabbas. He’d fallen in love with the words of a wandering preacher, and died a lonely death, cast aside, betrayed by the godly people who had used him.
What can we say to a parent whose son has taken his life? That earth has no sorrow heaven cannot heal? That God understands, encompasses all? That it is a tragedy, whatever someone has done, however their life has spiralled beyond control? However much others tempted and taunted him and will not take their share of blame?
Did the parents ask if God betrayed him, though the manipulation of the priests and handwashing more rigorous than Pilate’s?
What can we say to the grief for a life cut short in loneliness, by one for whom the burden of life had become too heavy to bear alone? What do the parents say of those who let their son lose hope and left him to his pain? Is God there in the small hours, when the world sleeps and the grieving wake, remembering the boy who will not wake again? When they ask if there was something left unsaid, some way to reach him, to say that there is always a way out, a way round the hardest fear, a way home. ‘And always a place for you here. If Jesus wears you out, take respite here. If love has worn you out, rest your wounds here. If you took the wrong path, we too will share your shame, and be with you as you turn.’
After you died, trapped in cold metal tubes, machines and staff who saw the science not the soul; when your thwarted breath slept forever your story took its route, for good or loss. And though it took a time as you got used to having died, I sensed that somewhere far you lived a while the life you never had, and live also in all the love you left and all the loss.
Belfast Covenant, 1988
That dark Good Friday with the heavy air
beating our anger as the gutters poured,
soaking the poisoned streets, the extra mile
torn to harm, our arms scarred vision stained,
souls drained, our feet leaked blood that streamed,
streamed on the pavements with no hope spared;
that afternoon with faith subdued,
price paid, spirit dulled in the trickling lull
of dank chapels dripping psalms, we came,
under iron cloud, lifting eyes to the hills
where, sudden, full, unbidden, three rainbows showed,
grew, glowed, bowed over the city waste.
We give thanks …
For the friends and families who stay by people in pain, all the way.
For those who support the sinner, the criminal, the social pariah, opposing the actions but regarding the humanity.
For those who work in the emergency services and deal with the aftermath of violent death, for the Samaritans and other organisations that seek to help people avoid suicide and self-harm.
We pray …
For all families who have lost a loved one by suicide, those whose loved one has harmed themselves alone, and those who have taken others to their deaths.
We pray… for all those caught up in war and violence, in the troubled places of the world and in our own land.
For those entrapped by addiction and the lifestyle that drives people into darkness, debt, depression and disordered values. For those who feel their life has no value, that others suffer from their living, that they may find again the
value Christ places on them.
We pray… for those in the hardest situations, who believe that the only way to keep their integrity is to end their
lives. We pray for all those caught up in war and violence, in the troubled places of the world and in our own land.
Scripture tells us almost nothing about Simon. In the Gospels, he is mentioned in three places, but only to list his name with the 12 disciples. In Acts 1:13 we learn that he was present with the 11 apostles in the upper room of Jerusalem after Christ had ascended to heaven. Church tradition holds that he spread the gospel in Egypt as a missionary and was martyred in Persia. Like most of the other apostles, Simon the Zealot deserted Jesus during his trial and crucifixion. Clearly there must be more to the man who was referred to as a Zealot.
Opening Prayer
Lent is a time to learn to travel
Light, to clear the clutter
From our crowded lives and
Find a space, a desert.
Deserts are bleak; no creature
Comforts, only a vast expanse of Stillness, sharpening awareness of
Ourselves and God
Uncomfortable places, deserts.
Most of the time we’re tempted to
Avoid them, finding good reason to
Live lives of ease; cushioned by
Noise from self-discovery.
Clutching at world’s success
To stave off fear.
But if we dare to trust the silence
To strip away our false security,
God can begin to grow his wholeness in us,
Fill up our emptiness, destroy our fears,
Give us new vision, courage for the journey,
And make our desert blossom like a rose.
From – ‘Waiting for the Kingfisher’ – Ann Lewin
Simon the Zealot
Coming down from the hills changed me. I met him first in that desert, where I’d bloodied and battered and been bloodied and battered, on the steep road to Jericho. We’d both known the force of the law, the brutality, the demands of the military, and the homes smashed during so-called searches, and the homes destroyed as punishment. A cowed people nursed their bitterness in strong community, closed against the other. It was during my second time in prison, when my body ached from the beatings and the years stretched out ahead, that he visited, and brought cold water, clothing, food, and dignity.
I fell in love with the romance of faith in a different journey, the knowledge that the hills where we trained were the hills where he prayed. I could see why I needed him but not why he wanted me. In the years of the dirty war we’d lost sight of what we were fighting for: it was more tit for tat, keeping up the fear so we might survive. But he brought me back to the centre, to the goodness and truth and different way to live that I’d known as a child, then a youth. He refreshed my soul.
But follow him? Ex-taxmen, small business-folk, women with histories, there was a place for everybody in his company, I found. And being with him made us start to be kind again. Soldiers have bonds – we look out for each other: this was deeper. We gave without counting the cost, without hope of return. Not just to each other, but we turned aside mistrust and took the risk with strangers. And enjoyed the results. We laughed on the road. Yet I wasn’t much good at the end. I wasn’t the hand-to-hand combat type, more the bomb-maker at a distance. I’d given up on hurting people but it was bombastic Simon Peter who was better at security guard roles. I’d seen so much pain: I was scared at the thought of what it would be like. Going all the way with him. I’d seen my mates executed: even the toughest fall apart. In those hours, those days. That’s the point: it doesn’t pay to cross authority. I did not think, my friend, that I could love so little, or could be so self-absorbed I could not see your body on the other tree, that I could miss in this, my life’s extreme, your living company. You did not love the loud thief less then, love, though he could only hear his groaning anger at the world in pain which you have held so dear. So, Christ, if we should turn from you at last, you are forever near.
Afghan sacrifice 2001
The mild-mannered man on the city council declared himself a former soldier and an atheist. He’d seen too much in Afghanistan. Then he told a story, just one.
They had been far out in the lawless areas, to the north. They scurried to leave the hostile village as tempers flared. All got in and, the door still open, the helicopter took off. At that moment, through the crowd two women ran and each threw something through the door.
‘We thought we were done for.’ But the explosion, their lives’ final sound, did not come. The pilot flew upwards. There were two bundles, each a desperately ill baby. ‘What mother could do that, so desperate she risked her child with strangers?’
They cared for the two as best they might. One died on the flight, the other lived and was taken to hospital and then to an orphanage in Kabul.
We give thanks …
For those who can change their way of life and show us the humanity within the enemy.
For those who recognise their own failures and return to show us how to be braver than they.
For those wars that have ended,
For unseen acts of gentleness or of withholding from slaughter, expected or ordered.
We pray …
For an end to violence, and a recognition that speaking at the table earlier rather than later saves much suffering.
For child soldiers and all they have seen and been brought to do.
We pray for those who have suffered at their hands, and for all who seek to work for the future of all.
For the places in the world where violence dominates; for an end to suicide bombing and for an understanding of the cost and casualties.
For a just, peaceful, rapid and lasting solution in Israel-Palestine, the lands where the soles of your feet have touched the earth.
We are planning to celebrate the Real Love story of Easter ( see https://vimeo.com/509894747/9feb33b1d7 ) and we need your help. Felt hearts will be given out to school staff and children and to care home staff and residents. We need about 1000! They will be accompanied by a card with an appropriate message. They are very simple to make (see the picture above). If you think you could make some felt hearts, we will provide the materials.
Please send me a message via email stating how many you can make. I’ll then email the pattern. We know that the schools and the care homes think it’s a good idea, so we now need to get busy!
Last week Ash Wednesday heralded the beginning of the Season of Lent. Almost over a year ago we sent out our first prayer letter to our Churches Together. We have journeyed together praying for the world-wide pandemic Coronavirus and its effects on us all. On the journey we have had the opportunity to deepen our relationship with God through the many different avenues of prayer that we have been using. We have prayed, meditated, and reflected on God’s Word through the Scriptures and the thoughts of others.
Recently we have been using P.R.A.Y praying in the shape of LECTIO 365 a National & International Aid which exists to help us pray in groups or as individuals. The aim is that our prayers, wherever we are, at whatever time we pray, are being prayed to our Father in heaven 24-7 every day of the year.
Our opening Prayer will serve us for each week of Lent.
Christine and I are following the “Lenten Reflections on thirteen lesser reported followers of Jesus’ passion” By Rosemary Power’ A Wild Goose publication. www.ionabooks.com We invite you to join us each week for seven of these Reflections as we lead up to Easter Day.
Opening Prayer
Lent is a time to learn to travel
Light, to clear the clutter
From our crowded lives and
Find a space, a desert.
Deserts are bleak; no creature
Comforts, only a vast expanse of
Stillness, sharpening awareness of
Ourselves and God
Uncomfortable places, deserts.
Most of the time we’re tempted to
Avoid them, finding good reason to
Live lives of ease; cushioned by
Noise from self-discovery.
Clutching at world’s success
To stave off fear.
But if we dare to trust the silence
To strip away our false security,
God can begin to grow his wholeness in us,
Fill up our emptiness, destroy our fears,
Give us new vision, courage for the journey,
And make our desert blossom like a rose.
From – ‘Waiting for the Kingfisher’ – Ann Lewin
WEEK TWO: A SEEKER: – MARTHA, PROPHET,
Martha (Luke 10:38–42; John 11:1–44,12:1–3)
I spread a table before him within reach of his foes. God called me to that.
I learnt at the hearth. God called me to that.
I witnessed his truth, I spoke the Word, Christ in the world, Resurrection and Life.
My sister surpassed me.
All time has remembered me.
When they retold the tale, they made Martha the fusspot, the irritant, interrupting the serious business with domestic detail. This was Martha, one of the few women Jesus called by her own name, dropping the usual formal title. ‘I have called you by your name, you are mine.’ ‘You are the Christ, who was to come into the world.’ ‘Jesus loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus.’ Against all convention her name comes before her brother’s.
Martha the homemaker witnessed before them, that Jesus is the Christ. Who could bring the dead to life. Simon Peter witnessed in front of Jesus’ followers when he made his declaration of faith; Martha spoke it before the village and the visitors, some doubting, others hostile. When their enemies plotted to kill Jesus, and Lazarus too, Martha and her sister were in danger. She came to the party and served the meal, knowing of the plotting and what impact her words had had.
Jesus had once calmed Martha his host, brought her back to the central matters. Martha stood aside and let her younger sister surpass her. She cared for her brother, served Simon the Leper, saw Jesus for what he was, and risked repercussions.
We meet her in hospitals and churches, in the kitchen, in the meeting-place, in the wrong place, at the wrong moment, rustling the papers, keeping the church running, ordering the necessities, speaking the startling word of truth and generosity that comes from a lifetime of understated prayer. Martha is the necessary irritant, the reliable voice, the host with a heart for Christ. She hid Jews from Nazis, Tutsis from Hutus, Yazidis from Daesh, the trafficked from gangsters. The fusspot at the cooking served Christ in the world.
We give thanks …
For the people we underestimate, for those who appear to have no specific
talent but who make other work possible.
For those who have made the Word of God the study of a lifetime.
For those who take the call to hospitality to its fullness in welcoming the
needy and life-worn, the hurt and the homeless, the refugee and stranger.
We pray …
For the silent witness of courage and the public act. That we might have the
insight to speak of Christ in the right place, at the right time.
For the times when we see our work as undervalued by our fellow humans
and by God when it seems that the easy path is on the road of others.
For the people in our lives who have been scarred by sickness, isolation, and
neglect, that they may enjoy the fullness of life and may serve our society.
For the insight to understand and bear witness to God in the world, in the
light of the Resurrection.
We give thanks …
For the unsung witnesses who have passed to us the stories that make our
faith real.
For the steadfastness of friends who have stood by us in our times of trial.
For the joy that breaks through in unexpected ways.
We pray …
For those who follow, pray and pray and keep us practical.
For those who walk through the corridors of power and keep their eyes on
goodness.
For the strength of the marriage bond, that it may bring blessing on its partners
and on all whose lives it touches.
That we may be able to recognise the risen Christ in our daily lives and
This week heralds the beginning of the Season of Lent. Over the past forty-eight weeks we have journeyed together praying for the world-wide pandemic Corona virus and its effects on us all, deepening our relationship with God through many different avenues of prayer and we have prayed and meditated on Gods Word through the Scriptures and the thoughts of others.
Today Our opening Prayer starts with “Lent is a time to learn to travel”
Christine and I are going to follow “Lenten Reflections on Thirteen Lesser Reported Followers of Jesus’ Passion” By Rosemary Power – A Wild Goose publication. We invite you to join with us for seven of the Reflections as we lead up to Easter Day. www.ionabooks.com
Lent is a time to learn to travel
Light, to clear the clutter
From our crowded lives and
Find a space, a desert.
Deserts are bleak; no creature
Comforts, only a vast expanse of
Stillness, sharpening awareness of
Ourselves and God
Uncomfortable places, deserts.
Most of the time we’re tempted to
Avoid them, finding good reason to
Live lives of ease; cushioned by
Noise from self-discovery.
Clutching at world’s success
To stave off fear.
But if we dare to trust the silence
To strip away our false security,
God can begin to grow his wholeness in us,
Fill up our emptiness, destroy our fears,
Give us new vision, courage for the journey,
And make our desert blossom like a rose.
From – ‘Waiting for the Kingfisher’ – Ann Lewin
WEEK ONE: Joseph the carpenter
I come in at the start.
I didn’t hear the end.
Or say a word.
Many a man rears another’s child.
My bride told me. After the pain, the strain,
of living the best I should, and loving more than I could dream.
Called like Ruth to leave the land, my people and my home
to work in tears among the alien corn
that filled my barns with joy.
When the years turned
and we returned to milk and honey
we followed the path through the scrolls
together, in synagogue and home
in dim evenings or the hot night
under the rooftop stars. I taught him.
I told then how we’d fled
for our lives, under the dark; the stark fear and loss of leaving,
saying nothing, fearing all
on the long road to Gaza, chariots kicking dust in the face,
and us parched, but afraid of the proffered lifts and drinks
and hidden costs,
me powerless to protect: he’d seen with toddler eyes.
We reached the sea and the coast ahead – but no waves parted,
though the full boat foundered on the further shore. We lived.
Storytelling’s in the family. I taught him.
In the workshop I taught those hands
to carve and turn, bind and loosen
and work the best, for neighbour, traveller and friend,
soldier and sinner, stranger, leper, child;
then lost him to the vineyards and the hills
and that other father, and to prayer
too silent for a labouring, dreaming man.
He saw me carrying the soldier’s pack in the heat, I sensed
the quick tense anger for his dad, then
his voice soft, curious,
asking the man’s story, listening to wandering years
till the stilled thug found his mile complete.
‘Your lad’ll go far,’ he told me.
I found him talking in the temple, once,
among the men.
I saw the smiles of passing rich, the priestly youth
tolerant of a bright boy and tradesman’s accent.
Was there one
who’d listen in the years he’d come to teach?
It was clear from then
there’d be no compromise,
but love, consideration and firm purpose
that would cross the world in its strength
and cross the powerful in their pride.
He’d join and try the heart and the grain
of the wood for its place
in the workshop of the world.
My time was over and the work passed on,
so, called to other work, I said:
‘Just mind your mum’ to a strong smile, the shine of eyes
wide enough for a region.
We give thanks …
For those who hold families together, who labour that we may eat.
For those who tell stories, where God dwells in the depths.
For the gift of reading the scriptures, and for teachers.
We pray …
For children seeking an education, that their desire might be fulfilled.
For parents seeking to protect their children, through hunger, war or lack of
opportunities.
For children who head families, holding in their loss and putting their hopes
aside.
For refugees on the road and on the sea; for those who have lost loved ones on
the journey, for those prey to people-traffickers, that they may find freedom.
Christine and I were Listening to the ‘Bible in a Year‘ being read to us by David Suchet. The daily readings on one particular day started with a reading from the 3rd chapter of Proverbs verses 1-10. Each day the readings start with a Psalm or Proverb followed by a New Testament reading ending with one from the Old Testament. Christine and I look forward to listening to David, he reads so well. The tonal changes and empathise in his voice help us to take in what has been read to us. It was a reading from the book of Proverbs which struck a chord with both of us.
P.R.A.Y
Pause as you pray this Prayer of Approach.
Loving Father, I still my soul now and remember that You are here with me, you are here in me, you are here for me. Lord Jesus, I worship You. Holy Spirit, I welcome You.
Wisdom Bestows Well-Being Proverbs 3 v 1–10
Do not forget my teaching, but keep my commands in your heart,
for they will prolong your life many years and bring you peace and prosperity.
Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart. Then you will win favour and a good name in the sight of God and man. Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight. Do not be wise in your own eyes; fear the Lord and shun evil, this will bring nourishment to your bones.
Honour the Lord with your wealth, with the first fruits of all your crops; then your barns will be filled to overflowing, and your vats will brim over with new wine.
Since the second wave of the COVID-19, wellbeing has been high in people’s minds. Daily bulletins of new thoughts and measures, facts and figures have not been encouraging – reaching one hundred thousand deaths, and more critically ill in overrun hospitals, and more and more new cases daily.
Wellbeing comes in many distinctive guises. Not many people rush to get hold of a bible to make them feel good. The passage of scripture above, dwells on our relationship with God and the whole of His Creation from which our wellbeing springs.
The Theme of this year’s Winter Watch with Chris Packham and Team was ‘Natural Well Being’. The team displayed and shared their knowledge of the outdoors through the medium of our television sets, in our homes. There was real energy, joy and euphoria in following the wildlife, and appreciating the flora and fauna, around the UK.
Chris Packham says ‘connecting with nature is important to us, and there are so many of us who enjoy the natural wellbeing of being outdoors or simply watching the birds in the garden from our patio doors or windows and we can now be mindful of the changes that are starting to occur heralding spring.
There is more interest in Mindfulness in these days of lockdown. Winter Watch paused for 90 seconds in each of its eight episodes to give time for some of our five senses to kick in. (Touch, sight, smell, hearing and taste).
Ruth Esther Vawter – Pray Blog Author – gives us her contribution on senses and wellbeing
I believe in God because I see Him around me.
I believe in God because I Feel the presence of God.
I believe in God because I can smell His fragrance.
I believe in God because I can hear Him speak to me in various ways.
I believe in God because I can taste and know that He is God.
I believe in God because I believe the living word of God is true.
Our two Archbishops Invited us to set aside time every evening to pray, particularly at 6pm each day. More than ever, this is a time when we need to love each other and prayer is an expression of love.”
So let us take up this invitation to pray each day
Let us remember the work in the NHS, the sick and all those bereaved.
Let us pray for the safety of all front-line workers.
Let us pray for our government. the economy, the nation and the world as we battle with this pandemic. Let us pray for the rolling out of the vaccination programme.
In the Order of Compline –Last corporate Prayer of the day takes its form from psalm 17.
Compare Psalm 17 v 6-8 with the Compline Prayer.
6 I call on you, my God, for you will answer me; turn your ear to me and hear my prayer. 7Show me the wonders of your great love, you who save by your right hand those who take refuge in you from their foes.
8 Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings.
Compline Prayer
Into your hands, O Lord, I commend my spirit;
For you have redeemed us, O Lord, O God of truth.
Keep us, O Lord, as the apple of your eye;
Hide us under the shadow of your wings.
KEEP US AS THE APPLE OF YOUR EYE & HELP US TO FIND OUR SAFETY UNDER THE SHADOW OF YOUR WINGS
Please can you email me any examples of kindness or love in action that you have seen or experienced during Lockdown. We would like to include them in the March magazine. They don’t have to be big, just anything that has brightened someone’s day.
Today we have sad news to share – Eric Marsh a staunch member of the Baptist Church, a man who was involved in so many things in Meltham and a man who was know and loved by lots of people, died this last week. He will be missed by many and we think of his family and friends at this sad time.
CROSSROADS PROJECTS
Reading “The Crossroads Projects Annual General Report” it is heartening to see how much has been achieved by “Meltham Churches Working Together” through all the difficulties experienced during 2020. There was a complete transformation of the Shop and the moving of the Centre into the old Town Hall, made possible by hard work, energy, and commitment to the Project. Sue Priestley, Chair of Trustees, ended her Report with the words from the following two Psalms below.
‘PSALM 46:1 God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. – For many of the volunteers they have missed the fellowship, and friendship of meeting together.”
“PSALM 33:22 May your unfailing love be with us, Lord, even as we put our hope in you. – looking forwards to a brighter future.”
Around 25 years ago a very apt verse of scripture was chosen which fitted the location of the charity shop.
Jeremiah 6:16 – “This is what the Lord says: “Standatthecrossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls.
In the report we are given a prophetic word from Scripture by Roger Furmeage – “He believes the future is bright for the Crossroads Project –Deuteronomy 31:6 Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.”
The Food Bank has been a life saver for the many people it has helped. Debbie Still, Food Bank Leader and the helpers work closely with the Crossroads Shop and with those who offer Debt & Legal Advice (Chris Smith & Nigel Priestley) to provide support to those in need in our community. In her report Debbie chose a mantra from Matthew 25:37-40 New International Version.
“Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’ The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’
Debbie writes “My Prayer is that these verses will remain the guiding ethos of the food bank as they continue on their journey.”
When we look back over the years the Prayers of our churches in Meltham have been open and supportive of the Crossroads Project.
P.R.A.Y
PAUSE AND REFLECT
Take a moment to Pause being aware of God’s presence with you and Reflect on His greatness.
Reflect on all God has done through the Crossroads project and give thanks for this work.
ASK
Ask God to increase the Vision and Hope for the future of church, community, and nation alike through His Holy Spirit.
Ask God to work in your own life in new ways listening to His voice, ask for the ancient paths, ask where the
good way is, and walk in it, and find rest for your souls.
YIELD
Spend time with verses of scripture chosen by me from the first ten psalms of the Bible.
Think on their content – see if they are applicable to you at this time. You might read the psalms for yourself and see if other verses stand out.
Psalm 1 v 6 For the Lord watches over the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked leads to destruction.
Psalm 2 v 8 Ask me, and I will make the nations your inheritance, the ends of the earth your possession.
Psalm 3 v 3 &4 But you, Lord, are a shield around me, my glory, the One who lifts my head high. I call out to the LORD, and he answers me from his holy mountain.
Psalm 4v 1 Answer me when I call to you, my righteous God. Give me relief from my distress; have mercy on me and hear my prayer.
Psalm 5v 3 In the morning, Lord, you hear my voice.
in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait expectantly.
Psalm 6 v 3&4 My soul is in deep anguish. How long, Lord, how long?
Turn, Lord, and deliver me; save me because of your unfailing love.
Psalm 7v7 I will give thanks to the Lord because of his righteousness; I will sing the praises of the name of the Lord Most High.
Psalm 8v3&4 When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars which you have set in place, 4 what is mankind
that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them?
Psalm 9 v 1&2 I will give thanks to you, Lord, with all my heart.
I will tell of all your wonderful deeds. 2 I will be glad and rejoice in you;
I will sing the praises of your name, O Most High.
Psalm 10 v 17 You, Lord, hear the desire of the afflicted;
you encourage them, and you listen to their cry.
Closing Prayer
Father, help me to live this day to the full, being true to You, in every way.
Jesus, help me to give myself away to others, being kind to everyone I meet.
Spirit, help me to love the lost, proclaiming Christ in all I do and say.
Amen.
AN EXTRACT FROM A LETTER TO THE NATION FROM
The Most Revd & Rt Hon Justin Welby Archbishop of Canterbury and The Most Revd & Rt Hon Stephen Cottrell Archbishop of York
‘As we reach the terrible milestone of 100,000 deaths from COVID-19, we invite everyone in our nation to pause as we reflect on the enormity of this pandemic. 100,000 isn’t just an abstract figure. Each number is a person: someone we loved and someone who loved us. We also believe that each of these people was known to God and cherished by God. We write to you then in consolation, but also in encouragement, and ultimately in the hope of Jesus Christ. The God who comes to us in Jesus knew grief and suffering himself. On the cross, Jesus shares the weight of our sadness.
None of this is easy. Very many of us are experiencing isolation, loneliness, anxiety, and despondency like never before. Many people have lost their livelihoods. Our economy struggles. Also, the necessary restrictions we live with have also prevented us from being alongside loved ones as they died, or even at their graveside. All grief profoundly affects us, but this pandemic grief is so hard. Therefore, we need to support each other. We do this by following the guidelines. But we also do it by reaching out to each other with care and kindness. One thing we can all do is pray. We hope it is some consolation to know that the church prays for the life of our nation every day. Whether you are someone of faith, or not, we invite you to call on God in prayer. Starting on 1 February we invite you to set aside time every evening to pray, particularly at 6pm each day. More than ever, this is a time when we need to love each other. Prayer is an expression of love.”
So, let us take up this invitation, setting aside time to pray each day
Let us remember the work in the NHS, the sick and all those bereaved.
Let us pray for the safety of all front-line workers.
Let us pray for our government the economy, the nation and the world as we battle with this pandemic.
As I enter prayer now, I pause to be still; to breathe slowly; to re-centre my scattered senses upon the presence of God.
For more than a year, the world has been passing through a Gethsemane of sickness and sorrow.
The name ‘Gethsemane’ means ‘oil press’ – a place where olives are gathered to be crushed. Take a moment to imagine the scene in Gethsemane watch Jesus crushed by the sorrow of the world. Am I waiting and watching with Him, or have I fallen asleep?
REFLECT
Today, I ask to wait with You, Lord, on behalf of grieving nations, tired doctors, exhausted nurses and other frontline workers. “Comfort those who mourn. Give strength to the weary and increase the power of the weak. May they soar on wings like eagles; may they run and not grow weary; may they walk and not grow faint.” (Isaiah 40:1, 29, 31)
I reflect on a moment in the Gospel story where Jesus himself mourns…
‘Then Jesus went with his disciples to a place called Gethsemane, and he said to them, ‘Sit here while I go over there and pray.’ He took Peter and the two sons of Zebedee along with him, and he began to be sorrowful and troubled. Then he said to them, ‘My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death. Stay here and keep watch with me.’
Going a little farther, he fell with his face to the ground and prayed, ‘My Father, if it is possible, may this cup be taken from me. Yet not as I will, but as you will Matthew 26:36-39
‘Sit here while I go over there and pray.’ Jesus says, to most of his disciples. But he takes Peter, James and John with him and says, ‘Stay here and keep watch with me.’
ASK
Am I close enough to Jesus to hear his invitation to watch with Him?
What sorrow might He be asking me to share?
Could I watch and pray with Him for an hour today?
YIELDING
Lord, I yield to Your invitation to watch with You, to share in Your grieving, to wait patiently with You, to mourn for the hurt of Your wounded world, and not to hide from the pain of those I meet.
Not my will, but Yours be done.
Yielding Promise
And now, as I prepare to take this time of prayer into the coming day, I echo Paul’s words in 2 Corinthians, ‘The God of all comfort… comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. For just as we share abundantly in the sufferings of Christ, so also our comfort abounds through Christ.’ (2 Corinthians 1:3-5)
