2013-03-11 Kevin Walters, UK
Miracles
still happen
How
do we make sense of evil (suffering) with all its different faces?
We
cannot, but I am sure that you would agree that we can render it into something
beautiful (suffering) if we share and participate in it through the eyes of
faith as we make our way home to our Father’s house in heaven.
When
I think of my own faith, until recently I was like a small ship tossed about on
the stormy sea of life, as I travelled on my convoluted journey home to our
Father’s house. I carried so many tears and fears down the years with the
howling gale of my own sin ringing in my ears (sin anything we covet in
preference to the love of God)
I
now realize only one thing was lacking, (yes I had lights to my understanding).
I became aware that the Holy Spirit is a reality, I had belief but I did not
truly trust. Now, after so many years, I can say I know that when we truly
trust, everything else is but as dust.
Jesus tells us that we can do anything if we truly believe (trust) and I accept this in my heart as a truth. If anyone said to me, “where are your miracles? Jesus said you would cure the sick etc. I see none of this amongst you Christians “. I would have to bow my head and say I do not trust enough. But I can say with confidence if we let go of our own desires (expectations) and truly trust, we will be aware of the presence of the Holy Spirit within us. The stormy sea of life will cease and in the gentle peace of our hearts we will be confident of a positive outcome to our prayer.
Who will buy, a bit of heaven?
Gold and silver have they place
But
happiness is before your face
Man's spirit is a timeless thing
The Father gives us music to make it sing
Capturing things from long ago
Memoirs of love and of woe
Do you remember the buttercup or lamb in spring?
The
gentle hand that to school did bring
Was there a friendly word given by Mum or Dad when you were sad
Did the sun ever surprise sending sparkling visions before your eyes?
Or
the silvery Moon peep its head from cloud as you laid upon your bed
As the wind blew your hair, were birds singing in the air
Standing by the roaring sea as it showed its majesty to thee?
Did the stars seem brighter than the morning dew as they showed themselves to you?
If to all this you can say no we have further yet to go
Do you remember the pain of birth?
As
you arrived here on earth
As rain drops on a windowpane, is your life just the same?
Will not the rainbow show it’s self again?
Does terror stalk you through the night?
Did not the frost ever bite?
Did
not God give you sight
Are you frail and old?
When winters gone, does not spring unfold
Have loved ones returned to clay
Does
not all flesh go that way?
Do your prayers not seem in vain?
Where
has virtue gone? Her lovers to sing her song
Let nothing dark or evil in.
Will
you not hold the Father’s hand and say I want to understand?
If we do not seek, how can His love we repeat
If you hide your frailty and sin
You
collude with evil and it will win.
When sin is hidden it creates its own prison
The Christian heart can take no part
The
Spirit will surprise if from the light within we do not hide