Speaking my Language

•January 23, 2012 • Leave a Comment

 

You’ve got to love the instruction books that come with new products. When you pull it out of the box you think the item must be incredibly complex if that’s the thickness of the instructions! But on closer inspection you realise it’s not the length of the instructions making them so big, but the fact they’re printed in various different languages.
And so begins the desperate hunt for one you recognise and can understand – that we may get the most from the product.

The people are about to enter the new land. A land full of strange practices, far from God’s ways. They are going to need to know how to live. God promises instructions.

As they have crossed the desert, they have been afraid when God has spoken to them directly, even as he has led them in the pillar of fire. They don’t want to encounter him again in that way – a choice God saw as a good one!

So what God promises to do is send them someone from among their own people; someone who would speak their language; someone who would interpret Gods ways to them in a way they could understand.

We, understand that ultimately to be Jesus – Gods son, but born as a human being to interpret Gods ways in human language. Born as a human to give us a full understanding of how we are meant to live.  Not just telling, but showing.

But it also gives us a challenge:

  •   How do we live, so as to interpret Gods ways in a way that people if our time and place get?
  • How do we continue to let Jesus shine through as the ultimate expression of all god has to show us?

Thank you Lord

that you want your ways to be understood,

that you do not leave us to flounder,

but speak to us in ways we can understand,

and show us your ways lived out in the life of Jesus.

I pray

that you may help me

to live out your life

in ways that make sense

to those around me,

and that I may learn from others

who live your ways too.

It’s Time

•January 18, 2012 • Leave a Comment

I’m sitting here, writing this blog, and suddenly looked at the time. How did it get to be this time?!

I spent the weekend in hospital, so am living in a bit of a time fog anyway, but how easy it is to lose track of time, to not realise how much is passing, and that it might actually be time to be doing something else.

At the beginning of his work Jesus announces that it is time.  Time to repent and believe. A time of opportunity, a time for decision. The people had been waiting so long for the person that was to come and save them – that time is here now, Jesus says.

There comes a time when a decision has to be made. There can be no more procrastination. It is time to act.

Jesus challenges us to that decision – what are we going to do?

It’s time…

Thank you lord
that you give us an opportunity
a time to make a decision
– to believe or not;
to turn around and follow you
– or not.
Today I make my decision…

Doing What you’reTold

•January 17, 2012 • Leave a Comment

I don’t know about you, but im not very good at doing what im told! I have a habit of thinking I know better…
So I have a lot of sympathy for Jonah, who when told to go to Nineveh, turned and ran away.


When I first heard God’s call to itinerant ministry, I offered God a lot of very sensible alternatives – but he didn’t accept any of them!

In this reading, Jonah has come to his senses, realized there’s no point arguing with God, and sets off to do what was asked of him in the first place.
So it’s no surprise then when the people respond. Because Jonah finally does what god asked of him, the people are able to hear the message, believe in god and respond in repentance. Their lives are saved.
So, when God calls on us to do something, we have a responsibility to respond. He’s asking us for a reason. There’s a message people need to hear.

  • Have you heard God asking you to do something for him?
  •   how have you responded?

There’s still time to act on Gods call…

Thank you Lord
that you call to me;
that there are tasks you call me to
that can make a real difference
in the lives of others.
Help me not to be afraid,
or think I have a better plan
– but to step out with you.