“…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.
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
Come back each Monday night for a free prayer or poem from one of the books we have published.
Ploughshares –
implements for cutting furrows
Swords –
implements for cutting people.
Ploughshares –
fixed in a frame
drawn by a horse
guided by a man
Swords –
fixed in a hand
wielded by a man.
Ploughshares –
used before sowing
Swords –
used for cutting down
Ploughshares –
used for rooting out weeds
Swords –
used for rooting out lives
God help us
to prepare our life-soil
to receive your seeds
of fruitful love.
Isaiah 2: 4
Come back each Monday night for a free prayer or poem from one of the books we have published.
Create a quiet place in me, Lord
hush the babble of my mind
the racing of my pulse
then my heart will begin to hear
your ‘gentle, murmuring voice’
Slow me down, Jesus
I need to take time
to see the beauty of creation
the exquisite intensity of your care
that way I’ll come to appreciate
and be thankful
Teach me to listen, Abba
to the cries of those in need
the questions of the confused
so I can learn compassion
In this unquiet world
help me to find a quiet place
and a quiet time
Lord, I need to hear
the counsel of your spirit
the poetry of your love
then I’ll have something to share
with those who cannot hear you.