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Compass needle swings

Compass needle swings

Compass needle swings.  Erratically seeking its North.  Heart ricochets from here to there and back again.  Searching, still searching: desperately longing. Pitch is sounded.  Ears wide open.  Waiting, only waiting for that note which is soul’s resonance and song. And for days in weeks and months in years, needle yet swings whilst also pitch is … Continue reading

Presence or longing?

Presence or longing?

All around us we observe a pregnant creation. The difficult times of pain throughout the world are simply birth pangs. But it’s not only around us; it’s within us. The Spirit of God is arousing us within. We’re also feeling the birth pangs. These sterile and barren bodies of ours are yearning for full deliverance. That is … Continue reading

A cushion in the bottom of the boat

A cushion in the bottom of the boat

A wet night on the lake.  Everything is out of control.  And I chose to be here. The wind is high, the boat filling with water.  All around me, the disciples are panicking.  They are running around, trying to fix it.  And I’m watching them, but really I’m watching you.  You, there, in the bottom … Continue reading

So pants my soul for you

So pants my soul for you

This post may need a contextual setting.  Elements of it were born in our chapel service on Tuesday this week, a deep musical reflection on Psalms 42-43.  I’d wanted to escape the room because I don’t love performed worship where I can’t sing too.  Whatever else my spirituality may be, there’s a healthy dose of charismatic … Continue reading

Holding the silence long enough

Holding the silence long enough

What if the leader could hold the pregnant silence long enough for the Spirit to give birth to a word? Gil Stafford. I turn these words over in my mind.  What if the leader could hold the pregnant silence long enough for the Spirit to give birth to a word?  And I think of the … Continue reading

Calming and quieting

Calming and quieting

Scripture is not set deep into my heart the way that I think it should be.  Yet the years of reading the same text has caused resonances deep within me.  The other morning, as I experienced yet another attack over my research – a deep and nagging fear that I had no hope of ever … Continue reading

Let me say again…

Let me say again…

This is the third post in a series of four which I wrote a while ago but didn’t want to post at the time.  I’m not in the same place today that I was then; as a result, I’m tempted to edit the writing to soften or finesse it, but I’ve chosen not to! Though … Continue reading

Waiting for him

Waiting for him

This is the second post in a series of four which I wrote a while ago but didn’t want to post at the time.  I’m not in the same place today that I was then; as a result, I’m tempted to edit the writing to soften or finesse it, but I’ve chosen not to! Though … Continue reading

The God-option

I’ve just done the first of several practices of this week’s preach in preparation for Sunday.  There’s nothing quite like reading the notes off the computer screen and, in effect, preaching to the laptop with all the enthusiasm and inflection which I hope will form part of my delivery on Sunday.   Mind you, back … Continue reading