It is silent.
Jesus is dead and buried. The Disciples in hiding, lives in ruins, dreams shattered. God does not speak. It seemed to go so wrong.
Is silence their new reality? A world without Jesus the new normal?
Sometimes in life it is the day after the news, the tragedy, the loss that can be the hardest. The new reality seems overwhelming. You’re facing a day, a life, that you never imagined. Your new normal seems insurmountable and wrong.
You’re facing your own Saturday. And there is only silence to your unanswered questions and sorrow.
But your spirit begins to stir. Whispers of hope speak into the darkness. You remember that Sunday is coming!
The next day, the disciples find an empty tomb. And a Saviour who is alive.
It may be Saturday but we can live it with the power and revelation of Resurrection Sunday. The resurrection of Jesus gives birth to a hope even though you’re in the middle of circumstances that deny a reason to have hope. God’s resurrection power turns death into life, despair into hope, weakness into strength.
Sunday is coming!
“What kind of King would choose to wear a crown that bleeds and scars to win my heart”
What kind of King indeed?
What kind of King would allow Himself to be mocked and scourged?
What kind of King would be crucified?
What kind of King would see victory in death?
Love in sorrow?
What kind of King would shed His blood for me, for you?
What kind of King?
My King…Our Saviour.
Daylight Saving ended on the weekend. That blissful time when you get to put your clock back an hour. That day when everyone is asked if you enjoyed your “extra” hour. Did you use it for sleep, for a slower start to the morning, a more leisurely lunch? (Of course those with babies don’t seem to qualify for the “extra” hour. The wake up call happened at the same time as normal (well earlier actually)!) It’s a treat that “extra” time, a bonus. But really at the end of the day there is no added time. That bonus hour gets paid back later down the year.
For a day though, we get to indulge in our “extra” hour. Time you see is such a precious, limited commodity, so the extra hour seems indulgent, a gift!
Life is a precious commodity. Something not to be frittered or wasted away. And the question is, as Mary Oliver in her poem, The Summer Day, so puts it….
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do. With your one wild and precious life?”
We were born by God’s purpose and for His purpose. Understanding what we are to do with our lives starts with God. It is in Him that we find our purpose, significance and our destiny.
“For everything, absolutely everything, above and below, visible and invisible,…everything got started in Him and finds its purpose in Him.” (Colossians 1:16 Msg)
“It’s in Christ that we find out who we are and what we are living for: Long before we first heard of Christ and got our hopes up, He has His eye on us, had designs on us for glorious living, part of the overall purpose He is working out in everything and everyone.” (Ephesians 1:11 Msg)
Today. 21st March 2017. World Down Syndrome Day.
A year ago I think I barely knew that this day existed. I can vaguely remember seeing sweet smiling faces across my television screen. But they weren’t one of my boys. It wasn’t part of my world. Then a mere few weeks later, having just given birth, the words Down Syndrome were spoken about my little baby, the one I had yet to even hold in my arms. As those words swirled around me it felt like my heart broke into a million tiny little pieces.
Since that moment though, it has been a year of discovery. Of learning that there is nothing to fear and that love indeed drives out fear. That there is more hope than despair. More to celebrate than to mourn, more moments to savour than to regret. More joy than sadness.
Thank you to Oscar’s brothers – your sheer joy and excitement over your new baby brother helped my heart begin to be pieced back together. Now, each and every day I get to see your unconditional love for him demonstrated by hugs and yes sometimes over exuberant affection.
To the thousands of families and people with Down Syndrome who have gone before, thank you! You have made our road so much easier. The battles you have won and paths you have forged have become our inheritance. So much of the care we receive today is because of you. You are our inspiration!
To Oscar. My brave and joyful one. You have certainly brought the x factor to our lives. Your gorgeous personality makes an impact on everyone you meet. Your chuckles fill our home. We treasure the love you bring. You know no limits. You are my little warrior.
Our lives are richer, fuller and blessed with you in our lives.
#nothingdownaboutit #worlddownsyndromeday2017 #downsyndrome
It’s not often that we get a day, well obviously apart from our once a year birthday to celebrate ourselves! But when it is not our birthday how do we actually treat ourselves? Too often we can get caught up focussing on our faults, our less thans, our failings. We can be more aware of our weaknesses and imperfections than our strengths and beauty.
And while I’m not advocating celebrating ourselves with cake everyday, I am suggesting that we be a little more kind to ourselves! Make that self-talk like you’re talking to a friend…one who happens to be celebrating their birthday.
“Today you are you! That is truer than true! There is no one alive who is you-er than you!” (Dr Seuss)
P.S. That’s how God see you! He’s celebrating you everyday!
Christ be with me, Christ within me,
Christ behind me, Christ before me,
Christ beside me, Christ to win me,
Christ to comfort and restore me.
Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ in quiet, Christ in danger,
Christ in hearts of all that love me,
Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.
(St Patrick’s Breastplate Prayer)
It’s inevitable really, that after the stormy weather, I’m writing a rain inspired post! The last few days quite a deluge has hit Auckland. There have been floods, power cuts, storm damage. Fortunately our house was unscathed, apart from the rather large puddle situated outside our front door.
We can all have days or seasons in life when it feels like we’ve been a bit battered, or we’ve gone through a storm. It can be just the busyness of life, the unrelenting schedule we find ourselves on, or the challenges of health or work that have presented themselves. Whatever the reason, sometimes we’re just doing it tough.
But it’s during these unsettled or even turbulent times that we can be assured that God is in control. The storm may show its teeth and may seem to rock our world, but with God we can be at peace. We can find rest. It’s about looking at our circumstances with faith not with fear or even logic. It’s including God in the equation.
As it is, I love going to sleep to the sound of rain.