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God, My Night-Light


When I am afraid in the dark,
you are my night-light,
the comforting,
re-assuring glow,
a presence
with me.
With you there,
I know I am safe,
nothing will leap out of the shadows,
I can see if I need to move,
with your light,
I am not alone.

I ask
only one more thing,
‘Can I come into your house?’
To live in your presence,
your protection
day by day;
to be where you are,
ever close;
to be able to hide
in your protection.

Hear me O Lord,
I want to see your face,
to be ever near,
to talk to you,
to sing your praise.

You alone have kept me.
Don’t hide from me now,
don’t turn away,
don’t go;
you are the only one
who can help me,
please keep me safe.

Psalm 27:1  (CEV)

(By David.)

A Prayer of Praise

27 You, Lord, are the light
    that keeps me safe.
I am not afraid of anyone.
    You protect me,
    and I have no fears.

I ask only one thing, Lord:
Let me live in your house
    every day of my life
    to see how wonderful you are
    and to pray in your temple.

In times of trouble,
    you will protect me.
You will hide me in your tent
    and keep me safe
    on top of a mighty rock.
You will let me defeat
    all of my enemies.
Then I will celebrate,
    as I enter your tent
    with animal sacrifices
    and songs of praise.

Please listen when I pray!
    Have pity. Answer my prayer.
My heart tells me to pray.
I am eager to see your face,
    so don’t hide from me.
I am your servant,
and you have helped me.
    Don’t turn from me in anger.
You alone keep me safe.
    Don’t reject or desert me.

God is My Light

Knowing the Shepherd’s Voice

It seems quite amazing to us, that the people who were around at the time of Jesus couldn’t see what was in front of them.  Here was the Messiah, the one they had been longing for so fervently, living among them, showing them God’s ways.  And yet they couldn’t see it

John 10:22-30

Jesus Is Rejected

22 That winter, Jesus was in Jerusalem for the Temple Festival. 23 One day he was walking in that part of the temple known as Solomon’s Porch, 24 and the people gathered all around him. They said, “How long are you going to keep us guessing? If you are the Messiah, tell us plainly!”

25 Jesus answered:

I have told you, and you refused to believe me. The things I do by my Father’s authority show who I am. 26 But since you are not my sheep, you don’t believe me. 27 My sheep know my voice, and I know them. They follow me, 28 and I give them eternal life, so that they will never be lost. No one can snatch them out of my hand. 29 My Father gave them to me, and he is greater than all others. No one can snatch them from his hands, 30 and I am one with the Father.

By George Gastin (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0) or GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Imagining their questions:

We wanted to know, once and for all.

Who was this man?
He went around saying the things that only God could say
Who does he think he is?
Does he think he’s God?
Is he,
perhaps could he be,
the Messiah?
The one we’ve been waiting for?

But surely we’d know,
it would be obvious,
we wouldn’t have to ask,
oh, I so want to know.
I have to know for myself.

And he starts talking about sheep.
What do I know about sheep?
But then what do I know about God?

I’m not his sheep?
What does that mean?
I don’t know him,
I don’t know his voice
I don’t recognise him amongst the others.

But I can get to know him
follow him,
learn his voice,
his call,
his ways.

Then I will be safe,
find that security
that I long for,
know God,
find some of the answers,
be at one with God

O Lord,
how I long for that.

I come,
I listen,
I rest in the safety
that is you

The Hen

Immediately I saw this one of Stanley Spencer’s paintings, I thought of these words of Jesus:

37 Jerusalem, Jerusalem! Your people have killed the prophets and have stoned the messengers who were sent to you. I have often wanted to gather your people, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings. But you wouldn’t let me. (Matthew 23:37)

Jesus longs to gather the people as a hen gathers her chicks, and they won’t let him.

Here we have Jesus gathering the hen itself.

It looks as though with his body he has built a wall around them – a defence, a shelter, a safe place.  A couple of the chicks are happily exploring, safe in his protection.  One is trying out its wings, seeing if it can fly.  Such is the protection Jesus gives us.  It is not suffocating and stifling – but it would keep one of those foxes away!

There are other hens wandering the wilderness, but this one has chosen to stay within Jesus’ surrounding arms.

mother hen

I’ll go on to see what Stephen Cottrell has to say.

These thoughts are reflecting on Stanley Spencer’s painting The Hen (seen here).

This year for Lent, I am reading Christ in the Wilderness by Bishop Stephen Cottrell, published by SPCK, reflecting on Stanley Spencer’s paintings of that title.

I’m not necessarily going to blog every day on it, just when something leaps out at me – and they will be thoughts rather than full blog posts