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Monday, 23 June 2014

  • The Push of Forgiveness


You do not have to be good before God will love you; you do not have to repent before you will be absolved by God. It is all the other way around. If you are good, it is because God’s love has already made you so; if you want to be forgiven, that is because God is forgiving you.’
(Extract from: http://novenas.sacredspace.ie/shnovena5)


As I prayed, I realised that the loving forgiveness of God is always streaming towards me and you, and all of humanity. This being so, as I open my heart to receive this forgiveness, this gift enters and wants to push out the unforgiveness, non-forgiveness, hurt and resentment I am holding onto, sometimes unknowingly, in recesses of my being. This may be why we cannot experience being forgiven whilst we withhold forgiveness from those who have wronged us. The nature of love is to heal as it finds hurt in us. Love gently says, 'Let go. Trust Me with the offending party.' Better to be filled with love and forgiveness than the putrid ferment of bitterness and hate or resentment which corrodes the soul, and our relationships, very life and affects our physical health too.

To make room in ourselves for joy and love, we need to pull up the plug that keeps the rot in us. Love flows in and through us. The other stagnates and putrefies. Ugh!

In my imagination I am a child looking up at the refreshing shower falling on me and laughing and splashing with joy as the water gurgles around me. No longer obsessed with keeping the plug in and wallowing in the fetid water that should be washed away.

Which is it to be for you?

You are beautiful. Let the waters of forgiveness have their way.

Tuesday, 10 June 2014


Amazing Grace
How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now am found

And He will never let me go

Wounds are good enough for heaven
Good enough for the body of the Son of God
I bear mine in faith, in hope
Redemption is a real bodily affair
On earth as it will be in heaven.

I believe in the resurrection of the body


All my wounds cry, Alleluia!
All my bruises honour you...


The scars are just the trophies of the grace that saw me through...
Words from song by Clay MacLean 







A poem by Amy Carmichael who was a Christian missionary in China, and spent 20 years or so from her sickbed, writing, organising and being a spiritual tour de force.

Hast thou no scar?
No hidden scar on for it side or hand?
I hear thee sung as mighty in the land.
Hast thou no wound?
Yet I was wounded by the archers.
Spent. Leaned me against a tree to die.
And rent by ravening wolves that compassed me.

I swooned.
Hast thou no wound?
No wound, no scar?
Yet as the master must the servant be.
And pierced are the feet that follow me.
But thine are whole.
Can he have followed far
That hast no wound or scar?

Monday, 9 June 2014

Water water water and water
Give me water in this hot summer.
And water has atom, water has favor,
And water water water and water
Water as cloud, and water drops
In action, in creation and
Water is the symbol of supreme devotion.
Water, water. water and water
And in water there is true love
That is flowing within and outside. 

QADOSH QADOSH QADOSH*


 

(Take off your sandals for the place where  you
 are standing is holy ground, said God to Moses.
 Exodus 3:5)

 
Empty of love
 
Hungry for love
 
I ache for God

 

Deep within

The shutters closed

On a lonely universe,

 

The inner recess

Flings them wide:

Here I am

 

They who dare win?

They who dare

Do or die

 

Let me see. Come

Let my famished eyes

Feast on your beauty.

 

My quivering self

Is stilled by awe.

The silence is heavy,

 

Alive, bursting

Into the vacuum,

Ecstatic shout explodes

 

I surrender

In a million

Tiny fragments

 

Holy Holy Holy
 
 

By Angela M Scott

June 1998

 

*NOTE: Qadosh is the Hebrew word meaning Holy

Saturday, 7 June 2014



Come let us adore Christ our Lord, who promised to send us the gift of his Holy Spirit.
Alleluia!