Maybe the more important question is, what ever this ‘return’ might look like, is how are things since Jesus ‘left”??
Have we stuffed things up?, how have we loved our enemies? and have we loved our neighbours as our selves?
How are we doing on the ‘stranger’ and ‘sojourner’ front?, how is the planet looking?
Who have we in excluded rather than include?
Has ‘justice been served’?
Has God’s will been on earth as in heaven?
Have I though of the needs and desirers others over my own?
Now ask yourself, when Jesus ‘returns’, how ready are you?
If I think my faith and you think your faith is is about ‘pie in the sky in the sweet by and by, you’d be wrong, its more like ‘steak on the plate while we wait’!!
before worrying over Jesus return, ask yourself has justice been done?, have we loved kindness? and have we walked humbly with God?… THEN if time permits spent time concerning yourself with Jesus return, OR get on with humbly walking with God….. you might run into Jesus along the way!!!
Them people might say…………………………………………………………….
Last month someone said to me that God doesn’t exist and that I’m living in and preaching about a fantasy world. I nearly fell off my unicorn.
We guard our world with locks and guns
And we guard our fine possessions
And once a year when Christmas comes
We give to our relations
And perhaps we give a little to the poor
If the generosity should seize us
But if any one of us should interfere
In the business of why they are poor
They get the same as rebel Jesus
Jackson Brown & Bruce Cockburn
Loitering in the small hours recently, I was greeted by an old friend who I had not seen for some time.
I was met by a hug and kiss on the cheek, as we caught up with life happenings.
Sadly my friend is involved, as a witness in a court case to do with the death of one of her friends.
I did not know the person who died, but I have met family and many friends of this person.
As we chatted the sadness and grief felt was still part of this persons life, and her hope for justice to be done was real.
It reminded me of the prayer we call the Lords Prayer, in which we call for His will to be done on earth as in heaven and for forgiveness to those who have done wrong.
May it be so.
The call to service, after a recent brief trip to NZ, has had an impact on me.
Not only was it a passion of those I travelled with it was modelled in the way life is lived.
I spent time with people from all walks of life.
Some with whom it may one day be illegal hangout with, but which I will anyway.
People who are ‘doing’ life differently regardless of ‘societal norms’.
Have conversed, eaten, drank and been shown hospitality as a stranger.
The call to serve the broken, poor, lonely, widowed, prisoner, isolated, sojourner and the stranger is still as valid as at any other time in history.
This prayer written by someone else is for all who go into the difficult places in life;
A simple sign this week
In Flanders FieldsJohn McCraeIn Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place, and in the sky,
The larks, still bravely singing, fly,
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead; short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe!
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high!
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields