Monthly Archives: December 2015


WE HUMANS (2015)

So here we all are – the human race.
Convinced of certain things, undecided about others, uninformed and ‘uneducated’ in many areas.

Perhaps expert in certain fields, amateurs in others.

Notional and subject to whim.
Many have a ‘mood swings’ existence, or way of life.

Some are constantly motivated or de-motivated by emotion and feeling. Some can’t abide emotion and constantly engage in reasoning – trying to figure out a better way.

Some are always on a perpetual learning curve, wanting to know more, hungry for knowledge. Some are ever learning and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth.

Others are spoilt by philosophy and vain deceit.

Some of us are as stubborn as mules.
Many only know – to try to do their best. Make the best of things.

We all have personality traits. So consequently we will see things through our own ‘sieve’, programmed by our own particular bent and outlook and mental makeup.

How conscious are we of these things?

One will say: ‘I don’t over-think things, I just get on with it.’

While friends retort: ‘But how can you just blindly do that, without proper examination of what is involved and of the consequences of doing so?’

There are those who love to teach others from a superior stance. Teaching their law. Desiring to be teachers of the law; understanding neither what they say, nor whereof they affirm.

Then there are those who want to be approachable in themselves and stay open to new things.

Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys tells us:
…that he keeps looking for a place where he fits in, where he can speak his mind. He’s trying hard to find the people he won’t leave behind.

‘They say I got brains but they ain’t doing me no good, I wish they could’. ‘Just when I think I got things going for myself what goes wrong?’

This produced sadness he says.

‘Every time I get the inspiration to go change things around no one wants to help me look for places where new things might be found. Where can I turn when my fair-weather friends cop out, what’s it all about?’

For those who know the lyric it has not been quoted exactly. But he wants to look for places where new things might be found. (I just wasn’t made for these times – Pets Sounds 1966)

At least that speaks of being open to change (?)

‘I’ve always thought this way, but I’m open to persuasion’.
But then there are inevitably things we will not accept as being acceptable. We must hold to our ‘convictions’ (Dictionary def.: a firmly held belief or opinion.)

With such firmly held beliefs, how do we balance this with an open hearted attitude?

And in sharing the thoughts here above, you will notice, that there is no suggested answers.

Easy to observe human nature or behaviour, and express how the land lies. Solutions are prone to others censorship.

But what of certainties? They evade many. And because we are confronted with uncertainty at times ourselves – we all try to summon up mutual empathy, because again to quote Mr. Wilson: I think I got something going for myself, but what goes wrong?’

What goes wrong is: confusion. Sometimes there are so many grey areas that black and white seems to disappear completely and we all know that we need tones of black and white scaled into, – with various shades of grey, – all are necessary in good painting.

Someone once challenged a speaker with the statement: ‘there are no absolutes’. ‘Are you absolutely sure?’ was his answer.

Most will agree we can’t abandon reasoning. But unfortunately faith is intellectual suicide for others.

For me our dilemma is addressed and solved.

The answer for me, is in the words of Paul the Apostle:
(salient words highlighted in bold)

But as for you, continue in the things that you have learned and of which you are convinced [holding tightly to the truths], knowing from whom you learned them,

To learn in the first place, calls for a teachable spirit. Being open to what is being shared. (But guess what? This blogger is back to his subject again: Truth).

However as ‘the man’ said: ‘the only thing I am intolerant of, is intolerance’.



An artist – a painter, is not known for one of his paintings, but usually he is known for the accumulative ‘effect’ of his life’s work. That’s why we have retrospective exhibitions.

Likewise he who is instructed in the things of the kingdom of God brings forth out of his heart’s treasury, old things and new – sharing different aspects of the whole counsel of God.

So in a sense the preacher who is so instructed, doesn’t have just one sermon to share on a given Sunday morning – but has the sum total of his experience with the Lord to offer to anyone who is spiritually hungry.

What a joy it is to find people who are hungry to hear and learn and know by experience – this wonderful Word of God.

To varying degrees Christians realise their need to eat this Word (Bible). And usually those who eat little – are those who are in danger of living by ‘bread alone’. Whereas man shall not live by bread alone but by every word that proceeds out of the mouth of God.

Some sought Jesus because he could ‘whip up’ a good meal, others sought Him because He alone – had the words of ETERNAL LIFE.

So the preacher must be ready to give what he feels is the specific word for the morning, but be ready to go somewhere else as he searches through the treasury God has put in his heart.

What the listeners must do is shut out every other distracting voice, except the voice of The Holy Spirit who can apply the word in ways the preacher is unaware of.

He said to them, “Therefore every scribe who has become a disciple of the kingdom of heaven is like the head of a household, who brings out of his treasure things that are new and fresh and things that are old and familiar.”
Matthew 13:52

The Tree

THE TREE (2015)
On the outskirts of town
There stood an immense tree.
Immensely impressive, it towered over
The bleak, dank, forest, of outstretched family branches
It was not a graphic artist’s video game invention
Nor a Lord of the Rings character of characters –
Trees that came alive.
This was real, shrouded in no mist,
Unromantic and set apart,
Not meeting the needs of the poet’s muse,
No descriptive word-smithing to inspire,
Just a ginormous block of wood,
All tree’d up in expected fashion,
With wizened bark and twisted branch
Laid bare for all to see.
This was the tree of trees,
Grown too large it seemed to me
But here…
you have it…
Better felt than telt.