Unconditional Love...

Tuesday, 21 February 2012

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...so easy to administer; yet so difficult to accept...

Yesterday I turned 20.
As I look at the cards adorning my desk, and all the gifts people have so thoughtfully given me, I wonder about this.  Why is it that we as human beings find the concept of unconditional love so hard to grasp?

Happy New Year

Tuesday, 17 January 2012

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Well, first off I would like to wish all readers who might be lurking a very (slightly belated) happy new year, whatever it might bring.  I know it has been a long time since I last posted anything, but alas, life got in the way and I found myself neglecting my duties a little...

So here we are, a new year, a new start for some, a time to write resolutions for others (then promptly blow them, in some cases!), and for others just another ordinary 365 days.

Me?  Well, 2011 was a year of studies, adventure, new friendships and coming into a deeper place spiritually.  I can definitely look back and say that I learnt a great deal - on many different levels - last year.  My course at uni gradually seems to be making more sense as I see all the building blocks starting to fit together.  It is, however, far more fast-paced now I'm halfway through my third year (where have the last 2 gone??)...sometimes I feel like there is so much to learn and far too little time to learn it!  The coming year promises to be even more intense - my timetable for the next semester seems to be fairly jam-packed, anyway...

My hopes for 2012 include making new friendships and deepening old, getting a half reasonable grade in the end of year exams, getting some work experience during the summer (and hopefully fitting some adventure in too!), keeping in a reasonable state of fitness, and working on various personal qualities (...timekeeping...ahem... :p).  But above all, I want to be able to come away from 2012 knowing that I have made the most of the time I've been given, become a year wiser and more experienced, and changed for the better along the way.  Though there are bound to be a fair share of downs as well as ups, I'm hoping the ups will by far outweigh the downs.

Oh yes, and I have resolved to try and write more, so you had better keep me to it!  :)

All the best,

RJ

Ps.  I would love to hear what your hopes and fears are for 2012...

Prayer - the Resonant Frequency

Saturday, 1 October 2011

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If you are an Engineer or a Scientist, you are bound to have heard of resonant frequencies, or resonance.  It can be a pain if, say, you are trying to design a bridge - in which case it is best avoided if you don't want the whole thing collapsing on you, as with the infamous Tacoma Narrows Bridge .  Resonance can, however, be a useful thing too.  If you have two guitar strings adjacent to each other, tuned to exactly the same pitch and you pluck one of them, the adjacent string will resonate in sympathy with the one you plucked, without you touching it.  Most instruments use resonance in some form or another.

Likewise, if we say that something resonates with us, we mean that we agree with something in a deep way and it has an effect on us.  The idea might influence us in some way or engender our support.  In politics you are most likely to vote for the candidate or party whose manifesto resonates with your core beliefs or ideas.

I think that prayer is like that in many ways.  When our will is perfectly aligned with God's will it is like the two guitar strings being perfectly tuned to each other.  When we are tuned in to God, we can start to resonate at the same frequency and our will becomes His will, or vice versa.  An amazing thing happens when you have a whole bunch of Christians in a room together, all praying - everyone is in agreement with each other because of one key thing - we are all tuned in to God's 'resonant frequency'.  And that, my friends, is when amazing things start to happen.  It is just a small matter of finding that frequency.

So how, you ask, do we do that?  Well, when we start to pray, several things happen.  The first is that we become aware of God listening to us.  The second is that we recognise His Spirit in us, helping us to pray according to His will, and probably realise at that point that we were spouting a load of rubbish (or maybe not 'rubbish', but you know what I mean), and God is wanting us to pray about something else.  We change tack and slowly but surely come to realise that we are on the same frequency.  When that happens, we start to hear Him speaking back to us.  Sometimes it's not that simple.  Sometimes there are clouds separating us from God, our own fears and anxieties and worries, and we cannot pray in alignment with Him.  But all is not lost.  If we are willing, He will help us by His grace.

So let us be in resonance with God's will today.

Sunday musings - the Church

Monday, 19 September 2011

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Whilst I was in Latvia (and I will tell you all about that soon, but I need to get this off my chest first) we were having a conversation amongst our team, which has just come back to me, and got me thinking.

The Church.  Some go as a Sunday obligation, others to socialise, and some to actually worship God, hear his word and share fellowship with each other.  Today I was thinking about the latter group.  In the church today, we sing lots of songs, many of which are good songs, praising God and what He has done.  But how much do we think about what we are singing?  Sometimes I feel like aspects of the gospel are romanticised and dramatised in our songs, as if they need dressing up, to make them more palatable (not just in songs, but that is my main area of focus at the moment).  Sometimes I feel like we are focussing on a few aspects of God, the ones we feel comfortable with, like His love, mercy etc (which is great, nothing wrong with that) and forgetting that His love meant sending His Son to die on a hard wooden cross...
We use flowery imagery for the Cross and romanticise it like it is something out of a Hollywood movie.  To put it another way, there are a lot of wishy-washy songs out there that are all very nice, but they do not convey the reality of God's word.

Are we becoming wishy-washy Christians?

Ephesians 6 describes how we need to put on the full armour of God in order to take our stand against evil.  The church today needs Men (and strong Women) who will be able to stand firm.  We are in end times; the forces of darkness are closing in.  Today God is calling his Bride to 'arise, shine' and be a light in the darkness.  More than ever, we need to be able to stand, and keep standing.  So are you dressed and ready for battle?

A fellow blogger, Josh, over at his Perspectives blog, has expanded a bit on my post, so do check it out as he has adeptly summed up what I could not put into words myself.

Dear Readers

Saturday, 27 August 2011

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Thank you for reading my blog.  It is nice to have the freedom to get my thoughts out through this medium and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing.

The main purpose of this post was to inform you that I will be away for a while (again...I can't stay still this summer!) on a cycling trip with a good friend of mine, so there will be an absence of posts for the next week or so.  When I get back I will tell you all about my adventures...

So long, and see you all in a week or so!  (Oh yes, please pray that we have good weather for the week and smooth travel, and no punctured tyres/other accidents!)

Love to you all and God bless,

RJ

Heart of Clay

Thursday, 25 August 2011

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My heart
Is like a piece of clay

Once stubborn
And hard under Your fingers

Gently molded
Into a vessel of Your design

Softened
To a malleable consistency

Until finally
It is a finished work of art

Perfect,
Flawless in every way

Tested
In the kiln of fire

Ready to be filled

Because I love blogging so much

Monday, 8 August 2011

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I've decided to do two posts today :)  This is a piece I wrote last year when I was at home, animal-sitting while my parents were away.  It was very quiet...
I don't really know how one is supposed to go about writing poetry, but in a way I don't really mind.  It means I can go wherever the words take me...


Dusk
I stand
Listening,
Absorbing the silence
The sound of a million nothings.

The trees
They loom,
Dark figures
Against an expectant sky,
Heavy with anticipation.

A leaf
Falls,
Interrupted
By the noise of a moth's wingbeat
Cutting through the air like a haphazard glider.

The silence,
Deafening,
Oppressive,
Drowning out the multitude of thoughts
Whirring like a tornado through my mind.

Then
The traffic
Persistent, weary
Never ending and distant mumblings of civilisation
Hurrying about its business, another world.

Drip
A speck
Of water
Falls, quickly soaks into the dusty ground
The trees heave a sigh of relief

Time is lost
The seconds are years

Inside,
Harsh
Orange light
Piercing my thoughts, the silence gone.
Everything as it was left, chaotic.

The clock
It ticks
Constantly
Reminding us
Of the ephemeral nature of life

Time
Slips
Through my fingers,
My mind drifting into oblivion,
Thoughts merging into one:
Sleep