June 27, 2008 at 9:47 pm (Uncategorized)

Love has a meaning; but it has no meaning as an abstract inside thought. When its stretched outside of you, then it means something, then its Love – and the further its stretched the bigger the love.

God doesn’t simply have an actless thought for us, He has real Love. Love in a sunset, love in nature at every scale, love from the cross – expressing exactly his love: “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing”.

But what about us loving back? I don’t want to have an abstract empty thought for God, I want to have love. And theres even a commandment which starts: Love the Lord your God. Don Francisco writes ‘love is not a feeling its an act of your will’. That feeling makes you willing, but it shouldn’t just make you willing. Paul Heaton writes ‘don’t do what you can, just say that you would…as long as it makes you feel good’ (satirical reference to treatment of the poor) and this is the opposite of that.
And what about sharing God , not keeping Him inside? It says ‘God is love’ (1 John 4:16). Whether someone believes they must share God to save someone from going to hell, or whether someone believes they must share God because He has forgiven everyone and given up everything to fight off their sins – either way, I think, its designed to be anything but a locked up thought inside, a private personal point. And I think thats wonderful…

And then theres Abraham praying in Genesis 18. He recognises God’s justice and love – and doing that in a small way leaves me both overwhelmed and confused. He intercedes for Sodom (intercession is a place beyond loves joy) and subsequently at least Lot, Lot’s family and the village of Zoar are saved. But I think intercession often comes out of trying to wrestle with the juxtapositin of God’s justice and the heartbreak of burden. Things can start to feel like they dont make sense (bereavement, or just wishing other folk could see how amazing it is to ‘know’ God as a person and not just as a word, surely the point of Jesus coming as a person), or aren’t fair, or safe .
And that is ok because unconditional love doesn’t make sense. It’s not supposed to fit with anything, not least how life is. At least it wont make sense in words alone because its not just words anymore, its love; someones self to God relationship with.

so im just loving that God is love is what I’m trying to say


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pray for F.

December 17, 2006 at 5:36 pm (Uncategorized)

For a friend, who I have not forgotten used to write words that shook spirits until she cut off her own hand from the strain and who, if they pray, will see rewritten whats become of them:

I’ll remember you

The character, in your own story

Your words chilled my bones

You didn’t fear your death, it was just a story

I’ll remember you paper in my hands

I’ll remember you plot to plan. Was I your hero

Story story story, pictures and lies

You corrected my spelling, I tried to help you in words

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Solitary jogger

December 9, 2006 at 1:45 pm (Uncategorized)

At home, so finally updated my website with lots of short stories, a song, a poem and a something-or-other.

In updating said site I noticed a few of the things I’ve been writing through November are about employment, and the future, and all that.

I know we’re worth more than a shirt and a tie. I know theres more difference between us all than a number at the end of the year. I want to live in that purpose and revel in that diversity. This makes listening to The Housemartins make a lot more sense.

And also the Beautiful South:

Is it Cologne with it’s great cathedral?
Milan with it’s glamour and it’s pace?
London with it’s river and it’s bridges?
Lisbon with it’s beauty and it’s grace?

Funny looking buses
Climb it’s pot-bellied hills
And a solitary jogger
Times the time he kills

Do you know where I’m gonna go?
None of you have guessed, so none of you can know

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