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First World Christians and Immigration: A God’s Eye View

By Anita Mathias

The Lord looks down from heaven. He says vast empty expanses in the Dakotas, Montana, Scotland, Canada, Norway and Sweden. He sees staggering wealth, loneliness and depression–and is perhaps surprised.
The Lord looks down from heaven. He sees Bangladesh, Rwanda, India, Ethiopia, Malawi, Vietnam. Starvation. Children dying because the mothers can’t read the directions on the donated medicine. Widespread malnutrition. Bright children pulled out of school to earn a few pennies. He sees them look northwards longingly.
The Lord looks down from heaven at Europe, Canada, the United States. He sees nursing homes where there is little kindness. He sees highly educated, gifted women who could use all their giftedness if they had help with childcare or housekeeping. He sees frazzled women writing facebook status updates, “Busy, busy busy. Stressed, stressed, stressed.”
The Lord looks down from heaven at Africa, Asia, South America. He sees kind competent women who would happily help with their richer sisters with childcare, with housekeeping, so to move to a country in which their own children would get a good education, and a roof over their head and be well fed. These are good desires, are they not?
And the Lord can think of a solution.
Can you?
* * *
And the Lord knows several secrets, which the fearful do not.
1)    A world without borders makes economic sense.
2)    The earth is the Lord’s and the fullness thereof. He knows the world produces enough food to feed everyone. He knows there will be enough, even if the rich world relaxes its immigration policies. Even if we have open borders on earth, as there are in heaven.
* * *
 Oh Christian, if your country has much of the world’s wealth, and you fearfully keep it for yourself, how does the love of God dwell in you?
I speak particularly to the citizens of America, since, oddly, I and my family are American citizens.
I believe the Lord reads cruel anti-immigrant laws and weeps at Alabama’s shame. I think he would just as soon not be associated with such courtrooms.
Dear American fellow-citizens: If you are not the descendant of native Americans or enslaved black Americans, you are an American citizen because America once opened her arms to tired, poor, huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of teeming shores.
Give as you have received, and you will receive as you have given.
       If you provide the poor wanderer with shelter—
And when you see the naked, clothe him,
  Then your light will break forth like the dawn,
       and your healing will quickly appear;
  Then you will call, and the Lord will answer;
        you will cry for help, and he will say: Here am I. (Isaiah 58 7-9)
* * *
O Christian, there is enough for you and the poor. Kindness and generosity and openness are always good– for individuals and societies. (Witness the success of immigration-based societies like America, Canada, New Zealand and Australia)
 So, please, oh rich Christian brother and sister, if you cannot be an immigration advocate, please do not oppose immigration of your poorer fellow humans to your rich country.
They will add life, colour. They will work hard at needed jobs. They will pay taxes, eventually. They will contribute to your economy. Your mind and hearts will broaden.
There is always enough for the users, the abusers, the makers and the takers, the givers, the receivers, and your life will be enriched by your darker neighbours, their high-decibel music and their high-voltage food.
And perhaps, in that nursing home, when you are gently nursed by the kind Filipina, or saintly male nurse from Barbados when many of your own race scorn such work, or do it with brusqueness or a bad grace, you will be so, so glad you did not oppose immigration.
And, oh rich Christian, in 75 years, 50 years, 25 years, 5 years, today, you might well be living in the last and glorious multi-cultural society
There will be people there from every tribe and language and people and nation. (Rev 5:9).
Yes, jubilant Africans, tiger mother Chinese, the pushy, the noisy, the dirty, the messy, the illiterate, the vociferous, you will soon be elbow to elbow with them.
If you are lucky!
But if we arrive face to face with the King of Kings and have no reference letter from the poor (Matthew 25:31), let’s hope that none of us who selfishly retain the world’s wealth for ourselves, and our own countries will hear what the rich man in the Gospels heard, “Son, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, while Lazarus received bad things, but now he is comforted here and you are in agony,” (Luke 16:25).

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Friend, Come Higher

By Anita Mathias

Peter, from Franco Zeffirelli’s Jesus of Nazareth
  
“You are Simon son of John. You will be called Cephas” (which, when translated, is Peter, the rock). John 1:42


Yes, I do know you.
I see you

and know you better than you know yourself.

I know you are friable.

I know you can crumble,

though these things may surprise you.

But your strength shall emerge from the weakness

you shall thoroughly conquer,

and thoroughly renounce.

I am calling you

from being Peter, the impulsive,

to becoming Peter who unshakeably loves me,

who is built rocklike on the bedrock of me.

I am calling you from being a fisherman

to being a fisher of men.

Following my will

will always lead you upward and onward

to a higher place.

Friend, come higher.

Come follow me.

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Come and you will see (John 1:39)

By Anita Mathias


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Continuing my blogging through the Gospel of John
35 The next day John was there again with two of his disciples. 36 When he saw Jesus passing by, he said, “Look, the Lamb of God!”

 37 When the two disciples heard him say this, they followed Jesus. 38 Turning around, Jesus saw them following and asked, “What do you want?”

   They said, “Rabbi” (which means “Teacher”), “where are you staying?”

   39 “Come,” he replied, “and you will see.”

You know, I would like to know where I was going.

I would like to know where the road ends.

It would be nice.

But, you, Jesus, are compelling,

your eyes, magnetic.

I don’t really have a choice.

The road that leads away from you

seems to lead into a dark, overgrown, dense forest.

I don’t want to enter it.

Following you leads into the light,

and, so Lord, I will follow you.

step by step, and find out where you live.

* * *

Yes, come, and you will see.

I make no promises, but these.

I will give you

myself,

and priceless gifts which can neither be bought,

lost, nor stolen.

I will teach you to give thanks for all things

so that you may progressively see

the joy which pulses through all things.

I will give you my peace,

which will abide unshakeably.

My love for you shall be

water which will quench your thirst.

My body will be real food for you,

as you learn to turn to me with your soul hungers.

My blood will be real drink.

I will give you light,

guidance, for I am the way.

Come to me, come to me,

keep coming, and I will teach you to see

truth.

* * *

Come and you will see.

Words of invitation and danger.

You will not tell us what you are going to show us

 as slowly, imperfectly, often lagging behind,

we follow you.

Glory or Gethesemene?

Or both?

Great fruitfulness,

or the great silence of the desert

in which character is forged?

Fame, our name a household word as yours was,

or the obscurity of your first thirty years?

The love of a circle of close friends as you enjoyed,

or your almost absolute aloneness on Calvary.

Will we experience the miraculous,

feed five thousand from five loaves?

Or will we be shunned and condemned as you were?

I do not know.

But you are too intriguing, Jesus,

for me to do other than what you ask,

and come and see where you will lead me.


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Write down the Vision and Make it Plain

By Anita Mathias

Write down the vision and make it plain on tablets, that he may run who reads it (Habakkuk 2:2).
Bill Johnson (in The Supernatural Power of a Transformed Mind: Access to a Life of Miracles) says he writes down God’s ideas and revelations about his life and other matters, as they are revealed to him.
I think I am going to change the way I write my blog and write down what I hear God say to me as he says it (rather than note down the idea in a single phrase to develop later, because later I often do not remember what I meant, and, unbelievable though it may seem at the time of vivid revelation, may not even remember all the details and fullness of the idea God gave me.)
In that way, writing down ideas as they occur to me, I might be able to develop my blog while, ironically, spending less time on it!!
That will be great, as I am really longing to go back to mainly writing books, rather than blogs (rather than mainly writing blogs).
John Piper writes that there are eyes in pencils and in pens. In writing down the vision, one sees it more clearly.
Before guests, or the cleaners arrive, bad housekeepers have a flurry of putting things back in the right place. The organized housekeeper does not have this; she has been tidying as she went along.
At present, I have been setting a dedicated hour a day to blog, and letting it spill over, if the post is not finished in an hour. However, if I keep “writing the vision, and making it plain,” God willing. I will no longer need to dedicate an hour to blogging, but will have a little stash of blog posts—which I have always yearned to have, but never managed to create.
I have been the kind of blogger who finishes writing, and then hits “publish,” and, generally speaking, posts written that way are more mediocre than those carefully written, rewritten and polished!

Writing God-whispers as you hear them. The exciting holy ground where a prophetic ministry (if that’s not being 

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I have news for you: Ninth Century Irish poem

By Anita Mathias

I have news for you:

The stag bells, winter snows, summer has gone
Wind high and cold, the sun low, short its course
The sea running high.
Deep red the bracken; its shape is lost;
The wild goose has raised its accustomed cry,
cold has seized the birds’ wings;
season of ice, this is my news.
Anonymous

Scribbled by a monk on the margin of his manuscript in ninth century, Ireland.

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From our retreat at Ffald-y-Brenin, Pembrokeshire, Wales

By Anita Mathias

Enjoying our retreat at Ffald-y-Brenin in Pemrokeshire National Park in Wales.
It was running at full occupancy, and as Roy Godwin explains in his book, The Grace Outpouring,when there is a rumour that Jesus is to be found there, it draws crowds.
The place has been soaked in prayer and blessing, as Roy Godwin says, and there is something in the air. Our daughters had been given the bigger rooms with the bed and chairs facing the window, whereas we had the smaller room, with the bed and chairs facing away. Not good for someone who loves to read and write in bed facing a window. I wanted to swap rooms. A mini-tantrum ensued.
I tried blessing. “X, I know you are going to surprise us all with how good and kind and loving and understanding you are going to be.”
She pouted, but never mentioned it again, whereas normally, she would have persisted and pressed until she got her own way. Magic in the air, huh? The girls seems to be enjoying a mixture of prayer, Bible reading, and their own secular reading, and study, in Zoe’s case.
There is healing and faith in the air. I prayed for healing for the adrenal fatigue which I had suffered from for several years, since the early years of my marriage really, and perhaps before that. Its main sign was a severely diminished reading speed (from the days in which I could gulp down a book a day, and sit reading for pretty much 12 -14 hours at a stretch, which I used to do until my mid-twenties, very unhealthy).
Somehow, I felt I had been healed of this, and was surprised at how rapidly I was reading again.  I am reading a fairly dense but well-written readable book, Diarmaid MacCullough’s history of Christianity, rapidly and with great enjoyment. Of course, being self-conscious about reading speed and techniques is like watching oneself play the piano or touch-type. You will be watching yourself rather than immersing yourself in flow, and that will slow you down!
Normally, when I have the opportunity to pray for extended periods of time, I have an agenda. I seek God’s wisdom for this, blessing for that, direction for this…
This time, I just wanted to hang out, and see what he might have to say to me. God has been very kind to me over the last couple of years in terms of guidance and vision, and this time I wanted to pray
Search me, Oh Lord, and know my heart
Try me and know my anxious thoughts
I asked God to show me what he might see in me which he’d want me to change.
He pointed out a detail. Ouch!
·      * *
The one sure thing about God is that He is a giver. He is generous. He loves to give to those who slow down enough to receive—love to gives blessings, guidance, vision, wisdom. What James says is really true—if anyone lacks wisdom, he would turn to God who giveth to all generously.
One area God spoke to me was about reading Scripture, and I am going to return to my old habit of reading 5 chapters a day from today.
Another was about writing down the things I hear him say immediately rather than make a note to blog about them later. I am becoming distinctly middle-aged, and sometimes forget the depth of vision behind these scribbled noted.
Some days, in which I am receptive, I might hear God speak several times, and say several things. Other days, when I am dry, distracted, obsessive, hassled, I might not hear anything. So it would be good to cultivate the blog stack. And writing down things as I hear them, or divine them, or sense them, would mean I would have a blog stack without needing to spend the hour a day I spend on blogging (which means I could spend the extra hour to return to writing books, which is where my heart really is).
There is one area of my life in which I lack wisdom—I simply don’t know what to do!! I spent a couple of hours praying about this issue. If Jesus was here, in the flesh, and I asked him what to do about it., I am sure he would tell me. It’s a good desire, after his will. So, perhaps it just takes faith and receptivity to be able to hear God’s guidance, when Jesus is not here in the flesh.
I think we have a lot more wisdom and guidance at our disposal that we don’t avail ourselves of because we do not slow down. So I did, slowed down, about this long-standing question mark and puzzlement in my life, and felt I heard God speak and tell me what to do. More later…
And so I have had 3 days without any internet, or mobile phones. Loved it. Today however, the intensity got too much, and we drove into town to reacquaint ourselves with social media–twitter, blogs, facebook et. al.
But I learnt something–how MUCH one can read and write when the internet is switched off. I am going to turn it off for periods when we get home.

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Blog Vacation: Off on Retreat at Ffald-y-Brenin in Wales

By Anita Mathias

Okay, I am really excited. We’re off to Ffald-y-Brenin in Pembrokeshire National Park tomorrow. It’s a Christian retreat centre, which is a thin place between heaven and earth, with the presence and peace of God powerfully evident. I have felt such a longing for long hours in the presence of God of late–but for a married woman, with children, and other commitments, it’s not always possible. Now, for 5 days it will be!! I am so grateful to our wonderful house-sitter.
There is no internet or iPhone or iPad coverage in the retreat centre, so I will be taking a blog break until the 20th December.
Have a blessed Advent, everyone.
From the Ffald-y-Brenin website.
“There are two things our visitors tend to notice as they arrive. One is the stunning beauty of the buildings, site and surroundings. Unbidden peace seems to invade your heart and mind.

The second is an awareness of the stillness of God’s presence. This has often been called “a thin place” where the veil between heaven and earth has been pulled back. It is easy to pray, to be still, to listen, to worship. It is also a place of joy, of creativity and of learning, a place of encounter.

Visitors coming on retreat at Ffald-y-Brenin tend to find it restful, challenging or life changing, depending on their purpose in coming and God’s agenda for them while they are here.

At its heart, Ffald-y-Brenin is a House of Prayer. Everything that happens is soaked in prayer. Guests are welcome to join with us and gaze into the face of Jesus during our daily rhythm of morning, midday and evening prayer if they choose. Some have deep encounters with God at those times. “

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Counting my Blessings on my Birthday

By Anita Mathias

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In random order
1 Look at the beautiful flowers kind friends gave me
2 and the lovely new antique cherry mahogany table we bought, which I love.
3 Lovely Roy has been able to work from home in our family business this year, and look after most practicalities, freeing up SO much writing for me me.
He’s been able to do the things he always wanted to–read more, pray more, garden more, grow our own veg, and keep up with news, the house. He’s also enjoying exploring “hacks”–the most efficient ways of doing things.
4 Zoe did very well in her G.C.S.E.’s–all A*’s and A’s, and is enjoying her A levels–Philosophy, theology, English and French. She is a strong Christian, and goes to two youth groups, in both our old and new church.
5 Irene is doing brilliantly academically, receiving more enthusiastic reports than I ever, ever got!! She’s cheerful, bouncy, and very happy, with a very tight-knit, loving, supporting group of friends.
6 Peace, joy, and happiness. Yes, I am really happy.
7 Blogging has brought me great joy this year.
8 And twitter–what a revelation. Love it!
9 Travel–I’ve enjoyed a Dec trip to Granada, a Feb. trip to Rome, an April trip to Ravenna and Bologna, a July trip to Strasbourg, an August trip to Sweden, and an October trip to Devon since my last birthday.
We are going to Wales soon, and then London.
10 A wonderful cleaner and housekeeper, who keeps everything clean and running smoothly.
11 Taking up running, which I SO enjoy, though anyone of you could beat me at it.
12 Beginning to read again intensively, which I SO, SO love.
13 St. Andrew’s, Oxford, my new church, in which I am so happy.
14 My wonderful women’s group, which is THE BEST women’s group I’ve ever been in.
15 Our couple’s small group, which is so interesting.
16 A lovely birthday party at which I caught up with so many friends.
17 Good health all year.
18 Starting writing again after a break of 4 years. Slowly, but a beginning.
19 Our family are individually happy, and happy together.
20 My dog who’s always with me, and my rabbits and ducks
21 The deep, deep love of God into which I am falling ever deeper




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Images from walks around Oxford. #beauty #oxford # Images from walks around Oxford. #beauty #oxford #walking #tranquility #naturephotography #nature
So we had a lovely holiday in the Southwest. And h So we had a lovely holiday in the Southwest. And here we are at one of the world’s most famous and easily recognisable sites.
#stonehenge #travel #england #prehistoric England #family #druids
And I’ve blogged https://anitamathias.com/2020/09/13/on-not-wasting-a-desert-experience/
So, after Paul the Apostle's lightning bolt encounter with the Risen Christ on the road to Damascus, he went into the desert, he tells us...
And there, he received revelation, visions, and had divine encounters. The same Judean desert, where Jesus fasted for forty days before starting his active ministry. Where Moses encountered God. Where David turned from a shepherd to a leader and a King, and more, a man after God’s own heart.  Where Elijah in the throes of a nervous breakdown hears God in a gentle whisper. 
England, where I live, like most of the world is going through a desert experience of continuing partial lockdowns. Covid-19 spreads through human contact and social life, and so we must refrain from those great pleasures. We are invited to the desert, a harsh place where pruning can occur, and spiritual fruitfulness.
A plague like this has not been known for a hundred years... John Piper, after his cancer diagnosis, exhorted people, “Don’t Waste Your Cancer”—since this was the experience God permitted you to have, and He can bring gold from it. Pandemics and plagues are permitted (though not willed or desired) by a Sovereign God, and he can bring life-change out of them. 
Let us not waste this unwanted, unchosen pandemic, this opportunity for silence, solitude and reflection. Let’s not squander on endless Zoom calls—or on the internet, which, if not used wisely, will only raise anxiety levels. Let’s instead accept the invitation to increased silence and reflection
Let's use the extra free time that many of us have long coveted and which has now been given us by Covid-19 restrictions to seek the face of God. To seek revelation. To pray. 
And to work on those projects of our hearts which have been smothered by noise, busyness, and the tumult of people and parties. To nurture the fragile dreams still alive in our hearts. The long-deferred duty or vocation
So, we are about eight weeks into lockdown, and I So, we are about eight weeks into lockdown, and I have totally sunk into the rhythm of it, and have got quiet, very quiet, the quietest spell of time I have had as an adult.
I like it. I will find going back to the sometimes frenetic merry-go-round of my old life rather hard. Well, I doubt I will go back to it. I will prune some activities, and generally live more intentionally and mindfully.
I have started blocking internet of my phone and laptop for longer periods of time, and that has brought a lot of internal quiet and peace.
Some of the things I have enjoyed during lockdown have been my daily long walks, and gardening. Well, and reading and working on a longer piece of work.
Here are some images from my walks.
And if you missed it, a blog about maintaining peace in the middle of the storm of a global pandemic
https://anitamathias.com/2020/05/04/a-mind-of-life-and-peace/  #walking #contemplating #beauty #oxford #pandemic
A few walks in Oxford in the time of quarantine. A few walks in Oxford in the time of quarantine.  We can maintain a mind of life and peace during this period of lockdown by being mindful of our minds, and regulating them through meditation; being mindful of our bodies and keeping them happy by exercise and yoga; and being mindful of our emotions in this uncertain time, and trusting God who remains in charge. A new blog on maintaining a mind of life and peace during lockdown https://anitamathias.com/2020/05/04/a-mind-of-life-and-peace/
In the days when one could still travel, i.e. Janu In the days when one could still travel, i.e. January 2020, which seems like another life, all four of us spent 10 days in Malta. I unplugged, and logged off social media, so here are some belated iphone photos of a day in Valetta.
Today, of course, there’s a lockdown, and the country’s leader is in intensive care.
When the world is too much with us, and the news stresses us, moving one’s body, as in yoga or walking, calms the mind. I am doing some Yoga with Adriene, and again seeing the similarities between the practice of Yoga and the practice of following Christ.
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Images from some recent walks in Oxford. I am copi Images from some recent walks in Oxford.
I am coping with lockdown by really, really enjoying my daily 4 mile walk. By savouring the peace of wild things. By trusting that God will bring good out of this. With a bit of yoga, and weights. And by working a fair amount in my garden. And reading.
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Images of walks in Oxford in this time of social d Images of walks in Oxford in this time of social distancing. The first two are my own garden.  And I’ve https://anitamathias.com/2020/03/28/silver-and-gold-linings-in-the-storm-clouds-of-coronavirus/ #corona #socialdistancing #silverlinings #silence #solitude #peace
Trust: A Message of Christmas He came to earth in Trust: A Message of Christmas  He came to earth in a  splash of energy
And gentleness and humility.
That homeless baby in the barn
Would be the lynchpin on which history would ever after turn
Who would have thought it?
But perhaps those attuned to God’s way of surprises would not be surprised.
He was already at the centre of all things, connecting all things. * * *
Augustus Caesar issued a decree which brought him to Bethlehem,
The oppressions of colonialism and conquest brought the Messiah exactly where he was meant to be, the place prophesied eight hundred years before his birth by the Prophet Micah.
And he was already redeeming all things. The shame of unwed motherhood; the powerlessness of poverty.
He was born among animals in a barn, animals enjoying the sweetness of life, animals he created, animals precious to him.
For he created all things, and in him all things hold together
Including stars in the sky, of which a new one heralded his birth
Drawing astronomers to him.
And drawing him to the attention of an angry King
As angelic song drew shepherds to him.
An Emperor, a King, scholars, shepherds, angels, animals, stars, an unwed mother
All things in heaven and earth connected
By a homeless baby
The still point on which the world still turns. The powerful centre. The only true power.
The One who makes connections. * * *
And there is no end to the wisdom, the crystal glints of the Message that birth brings.
To me, today, it says, “Fear not, trust me, I will make a way.” The baby lay gentle in the barn
And God arranges for new stars, angelic song, wise visitors with needed finances for his sustenance in the swiftly-coming exile, shepherds to underline the anointing and reassure his parents. “Trust me in your dilemmas,” the baby still says, “I will make a way. I will show it to you.” Happy Christmas everyone.  https://anitamathias.com/2019/12/24/trust-a-message-of-christmas/ #christmas #gemalderieberlin #trust #godwillmakeaway
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