God With Us

And in despair I bowed my head;
“There is no peace on earth,” I said; 
“For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!”

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep; 
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men.

H. W. Longfellow

In a world such as ours it is often difficult to feel hopeful or merry. Some are passing through deep, dark valleys of grief or illness or loneliness. Some suffer the devastation of war, oppression or persecution. This Christmas Day, may we be reminded of, re-grounded in, and re-kindled with the wonderful truth that God himself came to us in the flesh, abides with us and walks with us by his Spirit, and will return to us in the flesh. Our blessed Immanuel.

A Merry Christmas to you all!

“Call It Grace”

“It’s the light that pierces through you
To the darkest hidden place
It knows your deepest secrets
But it never looks away.”

It is that look of Grace – so piercing, so unflinching, so tender – that will take us just as we are, where we are. It is that same Grace that will refuse to leave us unchanged. “Though He has often rebuked us and condemned us, He has never regarded us with contempt. He has paid us the intolerable compliment of loving us, in the deepest, most tragic, most inexorable sense.”[1]

May we dare to step into that gaze and be known, loved, transformed.

[1] C. S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain

“The Burning Edge of Dawn”

“I’ve been waiting for the sun
To come blazing up out of the night like a bullet from a gun
Till every shadow is scattered, every dragon’s on the run
Oh, I believe, I believe that the light is gonna come
And this is the dark, this is the dark before the dawn.

… I had a dream that I was waking
At the burning edge of dawn
And I could see the fields of glory
I could hear the sower’s song

I had a dream that I was waking
At the burning edge of dawn
I saw the sower in the silver mist
And He was calling me home.”


As we gaze around us, and when we look within, we see unworthy men and women. Unworthy to be trusted. Unworthy to lead. Unworthy to administer righteousness and mercy. Unworthy to head a new creation.

But may I invite you this morning to let this song introduce you to Someone who is worthy.

Happy Resurrection Sunday! 

The Full Treatment

“I find a good many people have been bothered by… our Lord’s words, ‘Be ye perfect’. Some people seem to think this means ‘Unless you are perfect, I will not help you’; and as we cannot be perfect, then, if He meant that, our position is hopeless. But I do not think He meant that. I think He meant ‘The only help I will give is help to become perfect. You may want something less: but I will give you nothing less.’ Continue reading “The Full Treatment”