Wasn’t it great!

Now the evenings are drawing in and autumn is well and truly here, I thought I’d share this with you. You probably have to be British and over a “certain age” to appreciate it, but I hope it will stir memories for some!


One coal fire to heat the whole house. Freezing bed, hot water bottle, sheets, blankets, eiderdown, icy cold bathroom, curtains frozen to the window in winter.

Pre-decimalisation, silver sixpence, threepenny bit, red telephone box, push Button B! Kicking through Autumn leaves, conkers on string,
Smokey chimneys, home, light and third. Wonderloaf blue, Sunblest red… and a small, uncut Hovis!

Brown and white eggs – where did the white eggs go? Silver top milk in bottles, no plastic cartons. Black bakelite phones, party lines, GPO. No mobiles, satellite, digital anythings.

Black and white TV, washer with mangle. Butter, lard and dripping, Sunday roast, home cooking. No freezer, tumble drier, dishwasher, microwave.

Proper seasons, dark very late in Summer, rag and bone man with horse and cart – any old iron?
Metal dustbins, fish and chips in newspaper, shrimps and winkles, jellied eels from the cart.

No seat belts – no car! Motorbike and sidecar, helmet and goggles.
No “potato snacks” – just crisps. No GM, no cloning.

The Britain of my childhood – through rose coloured spectacles.
Wasn’t it great!

The Bystander

I couldn’t see the reason why
He meekly waited there to die.
It seemed a waste of life to me.
“Deny it all! You’ll be set free!”

His life he was about to lose,
For claiming Kingship of the Jews.
But still he wore the thorny crown
As tears of sorrow trickled down.

I knew he shouldn’t be up there,
But all that I could do was stare.
I stood there rooted to the ground
While others gathered closer round.

And so he hung there on the cross,
His mother weeping for her loss,
Until the sky grew black with clouds
And tension rippled through the crowds.

Then suddenly it turned to night –
Three hours without any light.
As Jesus cried out from the heart
The temple curtain ripped apart!

And when I saw that it was finished
The scene before me just diminished
As deep in thought, my heart afire,
I realised he was Messiah.

Reflection… Peace : The Holy Spirit

“Those who live according to the flesh have their minds set on what the flesh desires; but those who live in accordance with the Spirit have their minds set on what the Spirit desires. The mind governed by the flesh is death, but the mind governed by the Spirit is life and peace.”

The Hebrew word “Shalom” conveys the greater meaning of God’s peace: completeness, wholeness, health, peace, safety, soundness, welfare, tranquillity, prosperity, perfectness, fullness, rest, harmony. Shalom comes from the root verb shalom meaning to be complete, perfect and full. In modern Hebrew the related word Shulam means to be fully paid.

Although we are physically separated from our Heavenly Father right now, we have unity with Him through the third person of the Trinity, the Holy Spirit; the “deposit guaranteeing our inheritance”. Because He lives in us, we can cry “Abba! Father!” knowing we are forgiven, redeemed and accepted by the blood of Jesus. The peace of God is lived out in our lives, producing the visible fruit of the Spirit and this is how we become salt and light to the world.

Spend some time giving thanks and worshiping the Father in Spirit and Truth, knowing that His shalom is available in every area of our lives – health, wholeness, provision, protection, rest; and makes us complete in Him. Receive it because Jesus fully paid for it at the cross!


Reflection… Grace : Jesus, the Son

“The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have
seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from
the Father, full of grace and truth.”

The meaning of grace (χάρις/charis in the original Greek) is more than just the “graciousness of God” – it is the active application of the wholly undeserved favour of God; His absolute loving kindness, made visible to man in the person of Jesus Christ. Jesus was not “gracious” but FULL of grace, the very presence of God living in the midst of humankind. Grace IS the person of Jesus – the human representation of God’s goodness and perfection! Scripture says the Son is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation. (Col 1:15) Jesus said, “Anyone who has seen me has seen the Father.” (Jn 14:9) To know Jesus personally is to experience the fullness of God’s grace.

Spend some time thanking Jesus that He is the very representation of God the Father to us and, through Him, the relationship with our Heavenly Father is restored. Jesus’ work is finished and we are forgiven and made righteous by His blood. In His broken body He has redeemed us from the curse and purchased our healing. Cast all your cares, your fears, your impossible problems onto Him, because He is the God of the impossible, the “Saviour of the world”. To depend on Jesus is to give Him His rightful place as Lord, and the glory and honour He deserves.

Reflection… Love : The Father

“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”

It was not only Jesus who suffered for mankind… God, the Father, had to abandon His beloved Son to the evil of this world. Imagine how you would feel, having to send your own son to be tortured and executed in order to save people who neither knew who he was, nor cared. The people Jesus had lived amongst professed to love God but most could not even recognise His own Son.

The world was filled with evil but, for righteousness’ sake, justice must be served and only a spotless, sinless sacrifice could satisfy the demands of God’s holy law. So, at the height of His suffering, as all the sin, all the darkness and even death, were poured upon Him, the Father turned away from Jesus because He SO loved the world. There was no other choice; the Father’s love for us is so immense, so passionate, so all consuming and unconditional that He gave up what He treasured the most to restore our broken relationship.

Spend some time thanking the Father for His kindness, for His love, in sending Jesus to be our substitute. Tell Him what it means to you, how it has changed you. Sit in His presence and receive His love. Let it wash over you, soften the hard places in your heart and heal your wounds.

Prodigal Rap

Tried so hard to get it right,
But in this world it’s hard to trust.
Thought my parents’ lives were so solid…
Until everything went bust!

Thought my friends were so cool and clever
And poppin’ pills was really fun,
But it all left me feelin’ empty.
Couldn’t stand it – had to run.

And who could I turn to
When it’s all gone so bad, hey?
Then you said, “Don’t wanna be a weekend father,
I wanna be your Dad every day.

I wanna love you in the bad times,
Not only in the good.
I wanna tell you that you’re worth it
The way a proper father would.

Don’t think of me as distant –
Please won’t you come home, son?
I’ve watched and waited for so very long…
Don’t be ashamed to come.”

And then you said you’d never leave me
If I chose to be your son;
How much you longed to be my father
And forgive all the bad things that I’d done.

And those words, they hit me like a bullet.
No escape. Don’t even wanna try.
Can’t go on like this, man, I can’t go on
Just feelin’ like I wanna die.

Help me, God! Oh, help me God!
And then I heard me say,
“Yeah, I really wanna be your son.
Will you be my Dad? Every day.”