Sunday, 26 August 2012

The Burn

In acknowledgement of the hurt we cause one another I offer this as an opportunity to express our pain and seek healing for our wounded hearts and hands.

He burnt me
And I held my hand over that flame
For far too long
As if spellbound by the sensation,
Oblivious to its destruction. 

He drew me in
With his fiery intrigue.
I became mesmerised
As the flames danced
Round about me.

Before long
I was paralysed.

Now I'm scarred
And not so nimble.
My movements are cautious
And calculated.
My eyes, ever observant
Watching for the slightest flicker
Ready for quicker withdrawl.

So I hide away
Never to be hurt
Or burnt

But you, you are the One
Who is burning but not consumed.
You are ablaze with glory;
Igniting my soul
And setting my heart alight.

Christ be our light
Christ bear our pain
Christ bring us life
Christ be the flame

Wednesday, 8 August 2012

Prayers and Piggy-Back Rides

Caleb Wallis is as exuberant and faithful as only a six year old can be. He has wide eyes and a wild grin, he loves life and he loves God. He is, quite simply, delight-full.

On Sunday afternoon a group of us gathered together to pray, as Adrian poetically puts it;
with our hearts, our mouths, our hands, and our feet
our ears, and our eyes, and our souls complete.
There were different stations set up with different forms of creative prayer and we moved around them in small groups with a couple of adults and a couple of kids each.
Our first stop was ‘Stepping Stone Prayers’. In a circle on the floor were the big blue cushions we borrowed from the kids space. We each stood on a squab and took turns praying aloud. With each ‘amen’ we jumped to the next. In his excitement Caleb rolled his ankle and rolled around on the floor. I gave him the sufficient level of sympathy and bent low as he climbed on my back. We continued praying and jumping and delighting, and Caleb giggled in my ear in agreement.

Our final station involved finding words and forming prayers. Caleb got frustrated because he couldn’t always find the words he wanted to pray. I can identify with that. I had to explain to Caleb that ‘you’re’ is the same as ‘you are’, and that sometimes you have to see the word before you know that it’s the one you want to say. When Caleb got stuck he’d moan and groan. I can identify with that. So I leant across and offered him alternatives. This is his prayer:
You’re the Father
You are Gracious
We are full of blessing
Protect us and everyone on earth
In the eyes of God, give us life
On Sunday Caleb taught me that in prayer there is room for giggling and groaning. I am grateful to God for his goodness.