“…just as a shepherd knows his sheep by name, so God knows us by name and knows all about us.” From the sermon: The Good Shepherd
Photo by Alexander Garside—Garside imaging
Photo by Alexander Garside—Garside imaging
(Photo by Alexander Garside–Garside Imaging)
(Photo by Alexander Garside–Garside Imaging)
With Palm/Passion Sunday coming up, here’s a YouTube video I made some years ago of how to make a flax cross.
(Photo by Alexander Garside–Garside Imaging)
(Photo by Alexander Garside–Garside Imaging)
Come back each Monday night for a free prayer or poem from one of the books we have published.
As we journey daily through our lives
we are glad we do not travel alone,
that you are beside us God unseen and unobtrusive
yet only a prayer away.
Providing strength when we are weak,
rest when we are weary,
comfort in times of hardship, hope when our faith falters,
and encouragement when our courage fails.
Although we stumble from time to time
and get side tracked into unprofitable ways,
and although negative attitudes slow our progress
and we persist with burdensome behaviours,
Lord you never leave us to struggle on alone.
Rather, you are ever loving, ever merciful.
You understand our inadequacies and forgive our misdeeds.
You are gracious in spite of our gracelessness.
Kind in spite of our spitefulness,
and gentle even when we lack empathy.
This way we are travelling
is not the route we would have chosen, Lord.
In trust we are walking pathways you lead us on,
guided in our pilgrimage by scripture our road map,
to the destination you have prepared.
As we travel, we give thanks
for the companions you have provided
to accompany us on this life-long journey,
and for those who share our joys and sorrows.
We give thanks for your constant presence Lord,
for being as close as a prayer away.
As you travel beside us,
teach us to become more like you God,
to love like you do without reservation,
to be merciful like you are without hesitation, and
to give of ourselves with unbounded generosity,
and help us to always remember
that you are as close as a prayer away. Amen.
Come back each Monday night for a free prayer or poem from one of the books we have published.
God, you ask me to be a servant
to do something special for you
something no-one else can do
and even though – a lot of the time –
I seem to have no idea what I’m about
no doubt I’ll understand in the end
I’m like a link in a chain
one strand in this ancient cord of humanity
you haven’t created me for nothing
everything you make is good
and I’ll be good too
I’ll do what you want me to do
like one of your angels, I’ll weave peace
I’ll talk about you here and there
I can’t seem to help it
I trust in your love, Lord
you’ll never give up on me
though I’m sick or confused
my weakness and questions belong to you
you’re with me in my aloneness
even if my friends leave me
and my future plans come to nothing
you know what you’re doing
you know where I am
my life will not be wasted.
Come back each Monday night for a free prayer or poem from one of the books we have published.
We gather on the bank to pray for this river
that was here long before us,
and will continue to flow
long after we have gone.
Let us give thanks
for the snow-fed aquifers,
and the peaceful springs
that birth and sustain her life
every day, every moment;
and for the little streams and creeks
that make her stronger
as she flows through our city
towards the sea.
We celebrate the life that is within her –
the micro-vertebrates,
the inanga,
the eels,
the fish…
We rejoice in the beautiful birds
that grace her waters,
that she supports –
the waterfowl and
their songs that are heard
day and night
along her reaches.
We give thanks
for the sustenance she has provided
so generously, constantly
for the people of this place
ever since the first ones came here,
food for body, mind and soul
for generation after generation.
Yet our gratitude and joy
are coloured with sorrow
our spirits are troubled
as we can see with our own eyes
how polluted she has become,
how much she suffers.
We know that she is burdened
by what we have asked her to carry,
and she has lost much of her sparkle
her vitality, her spirit…
Her waters are polluted with the wastes
of the city, chemicals, effluent,
and a tide of human refuse,
debris from a careless throwaway society.
O Creator, forgive our lack of respect
our failure to love and cherish
this beautiful, life-giving river.
We have built a city around her
and asked her to do things
we should never have asked,
we have treated her like a drain,
a convenience, a waste disposable unit
for all the things we don’t want.
We know that it will take
a transformed city
to heal and restore her
to fullness of life.
Transform our hearts and minds,
change us deeply so that we begin
to take responsibility
for our abusive behaviour.
Holy Spirit, count us in,
give us the strength and wisdom,
the aroha and grace
to return the love and life
we have so freely been given.
As she has blessed
may this spirited river
be blessed
by all who live here.
Amen.
— New Brighton 2014