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no31

Well that’s all folks. January is over. Just Feburary to get through and then it might be spring, just write in if you are up for a welcome in the Spring party with me and Binface. Quotes and the usual meandering thoughts will continue in a more sporadic way. But for now…

“Lord, support us all day long of this troublous life, until the shadows lengthen and the evening comes and the busy world is hushed, the fever of life is over and our work is done. Then, Lord, in Thy mercy, grant us and those we love safe lodging, and holy rest and peace at the last.”

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no30

“But alas! These my golden expectations have been like the south sea dreams.  I have lived hither to a poor sinner, and I believe I shall die one.  Have I then gained nothing?  Yes I have gained that which I once would rather have been without – such accumulated proof of the deceitfulness and desperate wickedness of my heart as I hope by the Lord’s blessing has, in some measure, taught me to know what I mean when I say, ‘behold I am vile!’  I was ashamed of myself then, I am ashamed of myself now and I expect to most ashamed of myself when he comes to receive me to himself.  But oh!  I rejoice in HIM that HE is not ashamed of me!”

John Newton

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no29

“Death is pretty final
I’m collecting vinyl
I’m gonna DJ
at the end of the world!

’cause if Heaven does exists
with a kickin’ playlist
I don’t wanna miss it
at the end of the world!

Hey steady steady
Hey steady steady
I don’t wanna go until I’m
good and ready…

…it’s on my mind
and it’s in my mind
and it’s what I found
and it’s what I find

“Music will provide the light
you cannot resist.”
you cannot resist
you cannot resist

Let us raise another bottle–
raise another bottle
raise another bottle”

(REM on speed)

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no28

Much as it pains me to quote from Princess Diana, although the randomness of that is strangely satisfying, she’s got it right this time, for me at least.  Happy Birthday Mum.

mum

“A mother’s arms are more comforting than anyone else’s.” — Diana, Princess of Wales

Oh and just for her…the one that always makes her cry…

“Jesus, He’s a friend of mine, He shines on me in love, He leads me through the darkest hour, He sends his Holy dove, oh He comforts me in sorrow, He longs to fill my cup, I said, Jesus He’s a friend of mine, He said He’ll never give me up…” (Garth Hewitt)

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no27

“I never minded calling You a King
If that meant that I could count on You
To give me everything
I never thought to ask You
I always thought You knew
It was never my intention to question You

You never minded calling me a child
Well, I guess that’s how I acted all the while
But You live through every tantrum, You see through every lie
Though they seem to be more common
I just wanted You to know why oh why

Unforgetful You, unforgetful
Unforgetful You, so unforgetful

You never minded giving us the stars
Then showing us how blind and unaware of You we are
You painted me a picture and showed me how to see
Though I just won’t behold it
Unless it pertains to me…”

Jars of Clay- Unforgetful You.

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no26

‘The promise of deliverance, the assurance that we are accepted by almighty God, is not tied to the intensity of our faith, or to the consistency of our faith, or to the purity of our faith, but to the object of our faith. When we approach God in prayer, our plea is not that we have been good that day, or that we have just come from a Christian meeting full of praise, or that we try harder, but that Christ has died for us. Against that plea, Satan has no riposte’ – D.Carson

“The assumption of Spirituality is that always God is doing something before I know it. So the task is not to get God to do something I think needs to be done but to become aware of what God is doing so that I can respond to it and participate and take delight in it.” (E.Peterson)

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no25

“Is there a way out? I don’t think there is – at least not on my side. It often seems that the more I try to disentangle myself from the darkness, the darker it becomes. I need light, but that light has to conquer my darkness, and that I cannot bring about myself. I cannot forgive myself, I cannot make myself feel loved. By myself I cannot leave the land of my anger, I cannot bring myself home nor can I create communion on my own. I can desire it, hope for it, wait for it, yes, pray for it. But my true freedom I cannot fabricate for myself. That must be given to me. I am lost. I must be found and brought home by the shepherd who goes out to me.

The story of the prodigal son is the story of a God who goes searching for me and who doesn’t rest until he has found me. He urges and he pleads.  He begs me to stop clinging to the powers of death and to let myself be embraced by arms that will carry me to the place where I will find the life I most desire…

…God has appeared in my darkness, urged me to come home, and declared in a voice filled with affection: “You are with me always, and all I have is yours.”

Henri Nouwen- The Return of the Prodigal Son.

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