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The Power of Praise, Even in the Animal Kingdom

By Anita Mathias

hoefnagel oprheus charming the animals

“Orpheus Charming the Animals”Jacob Hoefnagel ( credit ) 

 

I keep learning and forgetting and learning again the spiritual power of praise and gratitude—eucharisteo.

It’s one of those spiritual practices that unleashes disproportionate power—like prayer, or the power of love.

Why it even works in the animal kingdom.

Several feisty horses live in the field behind my garden.  Many villagers bring them apples and carrots, and stroke them. But I have not grown up with horses, and while I enjoy looking at them, and love the placid, gentle, almost bovine look in their eyes, I do not voluntarily pet  them. I consider my small delicate hands, and their long mouths and enormous teeth, and the disproportion alarms me.

Well, as I cross their field on my walks across country footpaths, the horses come up to me, snorting, snuffling me to see if I have brought them crunchy treats. If I have a water bottle, they go for it, assuming it’s a treat for them. They surround me, I freeze, and they come closer, putting their noses into the red hood of my coat, as if it’s a nosebag! Talk about up close and personal!

I have called Roy on my mobile to come and rescue me, the horses trying to get hold of the mobile, and have then just stood there frozen, waiting, snuffled by horses, because if I moved, they followed me.

And then I took to avoiding the field behind our orchard, the natural gateway to field after field with public footpaths through them. Garsington has more public footpaths through fields than any other Oxfordshire village!

* * *

Well, this week, the horses came, majestic and determined, with their characteristic snort. “He sayeth among the trumpets, Ha, Ha.” (Job 39:25.)

I decided not to give way to fear, because they probably smell it. All animals instinctively seek dominance, and to assert a pecking order (the bullying primate behaviour which Frank Schaeffer sees in conservative Christians who insist on male headship and female submission. Okay, digression over 🙂

And so this week, instead of turning around as the horses trot towards me from every corner of the field, or saying, in a somewhat quavery voice any horse worth its salt could hear through, “Nice horse, good horse, let me go,” I decided to genuinely praise the God who made them.

And so I stroked that long, long nose, as long as my arm, and said aloud, gingerly at first, but gaining conviction, “Lord, I praise you for this beautiful horse. I praise you for its tranquil, dreamy eyes. I praise you for its strong body. I praise you for its (oops, over-) friendly temperament.”

And as I stroked, and praised, I genuinely began to calm down, and to see the beauty of that huge, gentle plaintive-eyed horse, and it too  began to calm down, and—hallelujah!!–let me go on my way without following me.

Wow, he had realized that I wasn’t afraid, that I had grown to like him. He had sensed that I was calm, and so did not feel the need to bully me by following me, in his snorty Ha-Ha way.

The music of Orpheus was meant to calm the animals. Well, apparently, so is the music of praise to their creator.

Filed Under: In which I bow my knee in praise and worship, In Which I Count my Blessings, random Tagged With: animals, gratitude, The power of praise

The Easy Yoke

By Anita Mathias

 

 Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened,
and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you and learn from me,
for I am gentle and humble in heart,
and you will find rest for your souls.
For my yoke is easy
and my burden is light.” Matthew 11.

“Jesus, you are joking!
I am overwhelmed
I don’t know how
I am going to do all
The things I should do,
And all the things I want to do.

And this is what you offer me?
A yoke?

But I am already heavily laden
By the imperatives of my own ambition.

How take on an additional yoke?”

* * *

“Take it.
Take it.

For then
You will no longer be alone.

I will walk with you through the weary way
Shouldering half your yoke.

Let me guide you.
Let me astonish you with the efficiency
When you and I walk together,
In the unforced rhythms of grace.

When you refuse to rush ahead,
Without waiting for me to walk beside you.

We will go only as far as necessary
Do only what is necessary.

We will go through our day
In a slow measured pace.

Taking rest breaks,
Food breaks, drink breaks,

Chewing the cud breaks.
You will talk to me through our day,
Asking advice as we travel the narrow way
And I will answer,

And when the day is done,
We will rest together,
And I will comfort you.”

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7 Bits of Technology which have Enhanced my Life

By Anita Mathias

audible1 AntiSocial and Rescue Time

AntiSocial turns off the most distracting sites you specify for as long as you like, between 15 minutes to 8 hours. You cannot get on without rebooting your computer.

Rescue Time tracks your time usage through each day, and tells you how much time you spent actually writing, and how much on facebook, twitter, blogs, newspapers, magazines, websites. Try it.

The results are shocking. It also blocks every site it thinks distracting, but you can unblock it. If serious, use Antisocial as well. Both these have free versions, though I use paid versions.

My productivity has increased since I have started using them, though I still have WAY to go!

And, oh, the joy and peace of working with 100% focus!!

2 A pedometer.

I’d recommend my Omron pedometer. It tracks my daily steps, startling me with the realization of how sedentary I’ve become. 10,000 steps are meant to be optimal for physical health. I started building up at 4000 and have reached 7800 steps a day (and I need to walk outside for that; won’t get it in the course of my daily life!)

It’s changing my life. For instance, when we travel, we used to try to park as close to the museum or botanical garden or church as possible to save our strength for the attraction. Now, I don’t care where we park; it’s going to be challenging to get my 7900 steps anyway—which is about 4 miles! Similarly, if I haven’t got my goal steps by the night, I walk around tidying the house until I get my steps, and walk down with each stray item, instead of leaving them by the steps. You get the picture.

3 Audible.co.uk or Audible.com.

I’ve always loved audiobooks, and at times when I’ve been depressed, or low-energy, or ready to give up writing, they have helped me fall in love again with books, and words and writing.

Audiobooks help enormously with writing style, as you subliminally pick up style, rhythm and tone. Stylists, in particular, come to life on audiobooks—such as Toni Morrison, Salman Rushdie, Chang-Rae Lee or Kazuo Ishiguro.

I download Audible books to my iPhone, and play them from my pocket as I walk around the house, or walk outside. I probably listen to more books than I read as I use fallow time to do so.

Our family subscribes to the 24 book plan, for £110, about 4.58 a book. Not dirt-cheap, but not expensive either if you consider the pleasure a book gives you.

4 Satnav—We got ours a few years ago, and it’s magic. We go to Europe a lot, and really enjoy driving without continually looking at maps or getting lost.

Well, the satnav does get us a bit lost, sometimes, or into  “no-drive without permit” zones, but basically, the pleasure of being able to get step by step driving directions in unfamiliar medieval cities or metropolises—for that I could forgive my satnav a lot.

5 MiFi—A little gadget that creates a portable hotspot wherever I am, so that I gets fast WiFi on the go. It certainly makes travel more fun, as I love researching things, and, besides, don’t have to be parted from my blog or my social media networks of friends and acquaintances when on the hoof. It’s an amazing thing. Ours is from 3 and costs £9 a month. We recommend the gadget and company.

6 I use a little worship timer which I bought from Catch the Fire which beeps every ten minutes and reminds me to pray and be thankful. It keeps me positive, happier, and far more energetic. Brother Lawrence would have loved it, I think.

7 My iPhone.

I’ve had it since 2009, and it still seems magical to me—a phone, a camera, iPod, email, facebook, twitter… It also has the Runkeeper app which tells me the speed at which I am running, or not running; my Bible on text and audio, and audiobooks. Amazing. All this is a sleek palm sized gadget. I totally understand the outpouring of grief at the death of Steve Jobs.

8 Other favourite bits of technology—my laptop, and digital camera. I might have added my iPad and my Kindle, except that daughter number 2 and 1 stole each of these on the day they entered the house, and I’ve hardly been on them. Perhaps I’ll recapture them before my next tech update!

What are your favourite gadgets and apps? I.e. what should I ask for for Christmas?

Filed Under: random Tagged With: Antisocial, Audible, iPhone, mifi, pedometer, praise timer, rescuetime, satnav

The Risk of Birth, An Advent Poem by Madeleine L’Engle

By Anita Mathias

This is no time for a child to be born,
With the earth betrayed by war & hate
And a comet slashing the sky to warn
That time runs out & the sun burns late.

That was no time for a child to be born,
In a land in the crushing grip of Rome;
Honour & truth were trampled by scorn-
Yet here did the Saviour make his home.

When is the time for love to be born?
The inn is full on the planet earth,
And by a comet the sky is torn-
Yet Love still takes the risk of birth.

Filed Under: random

When Dreams Come True: Or Martin Luther King’s Dream Was Not Wild Enough

By Anita Mathias

As a teenager, the American Jesuits at Xavier Labour Relations Institute, Jamshedpur, where my father taught, lent me an anthology of Great American Speeches to prepare for elocution competions. And so I memorized Frederick Douglass’ brilliant, “What to the slave is the Fourth of July,” (1854) and Martin Luther King’s equally brilliant, “I have a dream” which has been ringing in my ears this week.

* * *

 In 1963, 49 years ago, Martin Luther King addressed 250,000 civil rights supporters from the steps of the Lincoln Memorial.

We’ve come to our nation’s capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the “unalienable Rights” of “Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked “insufficient funds.”

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we’ve come to cash this check .

And 45 years later, by electing and re-electing a Black President to the White House, American made reality of a dream beyond King’s very, very modest dream, which he described:

I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

 I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

 * * *

To me, as a minority American citizen (I lived there for 17 years!) watching from England, the 2008 and 2012 elections were profoundly redemptive. Like many people, I could hardly hold back my tears.

I watched America toss into the dustbin of history the shameful legacy of slavery, which Frederick Douglass graphically described in his great speech “The Meaning of July Fourth for the Negro” “What, am I to argue that it is wrong to make men brutes, to rob them of their liberty, to work them without wages, to keep them ignorant of their relations to their fellow men, to beat them with sticks, to flay their flesh with the lash, to load their limbs with irons, to hunt them with dogs, to sell them at auction, to sunder their families, to knock out their teeth, to burn their flesh, to starve them into obedience and submission to their mastcrs? Must I argue that a system thus marked with blood, and stained with pollution, is wrong?” 

I watched white men and women, along with black men and women who had been legally discriminated against in the segregated South and had been largely disenfranchised until the 1965 Voting Rights Act, vote not once but twice for a Black President, to the joy of the watching world.

And within living memory of the brutalities of the civil rights movement, I watched Americans elect as President of the United States of America a black man called Barack Hussein Obama, whose name recalled two of America’s greatest recent enemies, Saddam Hussein and Osama Bin Laden, a name that should have been a non-starter in American-politics!

There were some white faces in the crowd who listened to Martin Luther King, perhaps 5%. And in the crowd who listened to Barack Obama’s re-election speech? Over 50%. You’ve come a long way, America!

As I realized last week  during my wonderful stay in a Christian community in Germany, nations can change. They can reinvent themselves, just as individuals can.

* * *

I watched my 18 year old daughter, Zoe, fill out her absentee ballot for Barack Hussein Obama,

And when the election results were analysed the next day, I was proud of the way our family voted.

I’m guessing most people vote for the candidate whose policies, in their estimation, most benefit themselves and their families.

These were the groups who predominantly voted for Obama. Blacks (94%), Asians (74%), Latinos (73%), and Jews (69%).  However, whites still make up 72% of the electorate, and without their support, Obama would not have won. 41% of whites voted for a black President. And this would have been beyond Martin Luther King’s wildest dreams. No wonder, as the results rolled in, so many were tearful.

Blacks, Latinos, Asians and Jews. Who else voted for Barack Hussein Obama? Women: 55%. Young people 18-29: 60%. Those in the lowest income bracket (below $50,000): 60%.

Romney did best among whites, especially men, especially those over 65, especially those earning more than $100,000, and with a college degree.

 * * *

Karl Barth famously said, “Take your Bible and take your newspapers, and read both.”   Rowan Williams repeated Barth’s advice for his successor, “You have to be cross-referencing all the time”

And so when I read of the people who elected Barack Obama, I thought of the support base of David, the King of Israel who was most after God’s heart.  “All those who were in distress or in debt or discontented gathered around him, and he became their commander.” (1 Samuel 22:2)

I thought of the support base of Jesus, people who were “harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd.” “Have any of the rulers or of the Pharisees believed in him? No! But this mob that knows nothing of the law is accursed.” (John 7:48). “The large crowd listened to him with delight.” (Mark 12:37). “The people were delighted with all the wonderful things he was doing,” (Luke 13:17).

Yeah, I was kind of glad our family voted for the candidate supported by ethnic minorities, by women, and by groups with somewhat lower education and income, and whose policies are in their estimate, most likely to “make justice roll down like a river”.

I am glad Americans voted in someone perceived to be good news to the poor. And I believe he will be a great American president.

* * *

In fact, ironically, Martin Luther King’s big dream was not big enough. Having a black President in the White House would have seemed an impossible dream in 1963, in an era of legalized segregation and discrimination, when hundreds of thousands of African-American were denied the vote though literacy tests (administered by whites, which even the literate “failed,”) poll taxes or physical violence

But perhaps King foresaw more than he could have credibly shared. The last lines of his last speech on April 3rd, 1968 the night before he was assassinated are powerful and prophetic.

We’ve got some difficult days ahead. But it really doesn’t matter with me now, because I’ve been to the mountaintop.

And I don’t mind.

Like anybody, I would like to live a long life. Longevity has its place. But I’m not concerned about that now. I just want to do God’s will. And He’s allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I’ve looked over. And I’ve seen the Promised Land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the promised land!

And so I’m happy, tonight.

I’m not worried about anything.

I’m not fearing any man!

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord!!

 * * *

All our eyes are seeing glory–the glory of nations, America, Germany, Britain, transcending their dark histories, forgetting the sin and shame of the past, moving forward to the day when in the words of the prophet Amos quoted in Martin Luther King’s great “I have a Dream” speech, “justice shall roll down like a river, and righteousness like a mighty stream.”

Filed Under: random Tagged With: Barack Obama, Civil Rights, Frederick Douglass, Martin Luther King

A Late October Stroll along the Chemin de la Corniche (Luxembourg), also known as Europe’s Loveliest Balcony

By Anita Mathias

Guest Post by Roy Mathias

We started at the bottom of the valley, in a area called Grund – known for its caves carved into the rock.

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View of caves and buildings in the rock face

 

 

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The front door is behind the shrubs!

 

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View along a Grund alley, with St Michael’s church at the very top.

The Alzette river separates Grund from the center of Luxembourg.

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View of Luxembourg from bridge over the Alzette

 

Another view of the Alzette later in the evening

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The Alzette in the evening

Some views on the way up to the Chemin de la Corniche

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The Chemin de la Corniche is acobbled promenade along the side of a cliff,  great view up the hill, and down in the Alzette valley, and the opposite roof tops and viaduct.

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Perhaps the best view of the day

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Azlette valley, showing vegetable gardens, the river, brider, viaduct with a train, and a glimpse of the Casemate tunnels (top left)

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Neumünster Abbey across the Alzette

 

View of casemate passages from the Chemin de la Corniche

View of casemate passages from the Chemin de la Corniche

A couple of views of nature on the way

A closer view of the viaduct

A closer view of the viaduct

 

birch bark and green leaves

Birch bark and green leaves

 

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A couple of view of St. Michael’s church spire

St. Michael's Church, Luxembourg

St. Michael’s Church

 

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Inside the church there were several stained glass windows in the traditional colours, as well as this one more unusual one above the baptismal font.

 

Baptismal font stained glass window, St. Michael's Church, Luxembourg.

Baptismal font stained glass window, St. Michael’s Church, Luxembourg.

A Raised bay window on the Rue Large (Luxembourg)

A Raised bay window on the Rue Large (Luxembourg)

 

It was evening by the time we finished

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Filed Under: random Tagged With: Luxembourg, Travel

“The Past is Never Dead. It’s Not Even Past.” When Painful Memories from the Past Intrude

By Anita Mathias

Mosaic from the Mausoleum of Galla Placidia (Ravenna)

“The past is never dead. In fact, it’s not even past,” Faulkner famously writes in Requiem for a Nun.

Throughout my thirties, I read memoirs, hundreds of them. And many of them, not surprisingly, deal with hardscrabble childhoods.

Tobias Wolff writes of his barely educated, itinerant childhood with a single mother, and an abusive stepfather in This Boy’s Life. In An Angel at my Table, New Zealand writer, Janet Frame describes extreme poverty, and extreme shyness, which got her incarcerated in a mental hospital in Dunedin (to be released when her first novel, written there, won a prize).

V.S. Pritchett writes of a childhood with a fantasizing, self-indulgent father, and a subservient mother, “a marriage of rich and poor.” Always evicted, always moving–hence his memoir A Cab at the Door. (It turns out later that his father had a secret second family; his half-sister wrote her own memoir). And in the most elegant memoir every written, Vladimir Nabokov describes his charmed Russian childhood which was shattered by the Revolution in Speak Memory. The Liar’s Club, Angela’s Ashes, the list goes on.

Ah, how pointless many of these long, barren, unnourishing patches must have seemed to the memoirists, and to us, reading them. Such waste.  Full many a flower is born to blush unseen/And waste its sweetness on the desert air, as Thomas Gray wrote, in An Elegy in a Country Churchyard.

 But the past was not really past, not dead, not wasted. It gave those memoirists a story, a career; it made them who they were. Tougher, more resilient, more realistic, well-acquainted with the shadow side of human beings, and with more of a preserving sense of humour than if they had spent pampered childhoods in a hothouse.

* * *

The past, which seemed senseless, meaningless, oh, one big screaming “Why,” revealed its meaning in the future.

The past is never dead, never past, as Faulkner says.  What seems dead and inert can come to life in surprising ways. A 2000 year old Judean date palm seed, recovered from excavations at Herod the Great’s Palace in Masada, Israel was germinated in 2005. A  1,300-year-old sacred lotus recovered from a dry lakebed in northeastern China was geminated in 1995.

And so, in fact, the years and opportunities in our past which seem squandered through our folly, through sins against us, though our fault, our fault, our most grievous fault, are in fact just inert seed-corn, which germinate and sprout in our present, giving us maturity, experience, a sense of humour, and gifts of perspective and wisdom to share.

* * *

 So what do we do when painful episodes from the past bubble up in memory?

We remember that we were not alone when we went through those events; Christ was with us. He stood behind us in those incomprehensible moments, his arms around us, protecting our hearts and spirits from worse harm.

And though we were puzzled, scalded, heartbroken, angry beyond words, we were still, in  a way, preserved. We were “hard pressed, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair;  persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed” (2 Cor. 4:8).

And we take the painful memories of the past very carefully—knowing that God was with us through them, and can and will work them together for good–and place them in God’s big strong hands, and close his fingers over them. And there we leave them.

And we pray.

We pray that as God’s  powerful nurturing hands work with the pain of the past, he will bring beauty from the ashes.

We pray that the same power which raised Jesus from the dead, and can do immeasurably more than all we can ask or dream of asking will take those painful years of strife, of depression, of wasted talent and squandered opportunity, the years of sin and the years of sorrow, mix them, and shape them, and make of them a new thing,

such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium

 

Filed Under: random Tagged With: dealing with pain, The past, William Faulkner

Off to “His Place,” a Christian Retreat Centre in Saarland, Germany. “He Restores my Soul”

By Anita Mathias

We are on our way to Germany to stay at His Place, a guesthouse, owned by a Christian community, Community Without Walls, where Rolland Baker was healed from dementia, and Carol Arnott was healed and taught the ten minute worship revolution which has helped me a lot on the days I remember to use it.

We are hoping to explore a bit of Germany, and Luxembourg and France, for Saarland is nestled between them, but also rest, and pray and walk.

I have had an amazing half-term. (For non-Brits, English schools have three 12 week terms, with a precious half-term week off between each 6 week half term, and 3 weeks off for Christmas and Easter, and 7 weeks in the summer. It’s a less gruelling model than the American system).

The British school system suits my own rhythms. I like to read and write for six weeks with increasing focus and intensity, and then have a week of mainly travel and exploration, or pure rest at a retreat centre, and catching up on sleep. And then return, as good as new.

After a wonderful talk on writing, and prayer for the anointing of writing by Mark Stibbe, I wrote at full heat for several weeks. I am now tired. I guess in any spirit-empowered thing one needs to keep one’s eyes on Jesus, or you can sink like Peter, once you stop relying on God’s power, and instead start doing things on auto-pilot.

I am often astonished by the extent I run on adrenalin—you know, got-to-write, got-to-blog, got-to-run, got-to-pray. As we leave on holiday, in our motorhome, I lie down on a bed, and am fast asleep until we reach Dover. Wow, had I really been that tired, just running on green tea, excitement and enthusiasm? As it drains out, I realize how tired I actually was.

I’ve read that when one goes to an unscheduled retreat, the first thing one wants to do is to sleep for long hours. We work—or play!!—for unnatural hours, long into darkness; we wake with an alarm, before we have slept out all our sleep. We live with a constant sleep lag, mild sleep deprivation in some cases. Oooh, why do we do this to ourselves?

According to His Place’s literature Natural silence, majestic views, natural forest gardens and fields, valleys and canyons, rocks and rippling steams can all be found here. Hiking is always fun – at least in Saarland! Germany’s best hiking trails can be found here. Saarland, nestled in between France and Luxembourg, was tailor-made for hikers. It offers both excellent cuisine and a diverse landscape.

The premium hiking trails are circular routes that have been carefully chosen to include the most beautiful landscapes in Saarland.

And yeah, I am looking forward to exploring them!

Here is the link to His Place–http://www.hisplace.eu/hisplace_en.html

Filed Under: random Tagged With: Carol Arnott, His Place, rest, restoration, retreat, Rolland Baker, Saarland, Travel

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It’s on the Kingdom of God, of which Christ so often spoke, which is here already—a mysterious, shimmering internal palace in which, in lightning flashes, we experience peace and joy, and yet, of course, not yet fully here. We sense the rainbowed presence of Christ in the song which pulses through creation. Christ strolls into our rooms with his wisdom and guidance, and things change. Our prayers are answered; we are healed; our hearts are strangely warmed. Sometimes.
And yet, we also experience evil within & all around us. Our own sin which can shatter our peace and the trajectory of our lives. And the sins of the world—its greed, dishonesty and environmental destruction.
But in this broken world, we still experience the glory of creation; “coincidences” which accelerate once we start praying, and shalom which envelops us like sudden sunshine. The portals into this Kingdom include repentance, gratitude, meditative breathing, and absolute surrender.
The Kingdom of God is here already. We can experience its beauty, peace and joy today through the presence of the Holy Spirit. But yet, since, in the Apostle Paul’s words, we do not struggle only “against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the unseen powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil,” its fullness still lingers…
Our daughter Zoe was ordained into the Church of E Our daughter Zoe was ordained into the Church of England in June. I have been on a social media break… but … better late than never. Enjoy!
First picture has my sister, Shalini, who kindly flew in from the US. Our lovely cousins Anthony and Sarah flank Zoe in the next picture.
The Bishop of London, Sarah Mullaly, ordained Zoe. You can see her praying that Zoe will be filled with the Holy Spirit!!
And here’s a meditation I’ve recorded, which you might enjoy. The link is also in my profile
https://anitamathias.com/2024/11/07/all-those-who-exalt-themselves-will-be-humbled-the-humble-will-be-exalted/
I have taped a meditation on Jesus statement in Ma I have taped a meditation on Jesus statement in Matthew 23, “For those who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will be exalted.”
Do listen here. https://anitamathias.com/2024/11/07/all-those-who-exalt-themselves-will-be-humbled-the-humble-will-be-exalted/
Link also in bio.
And so, Jesus states a law of life. Those who broadcast their amazingness will be humbled, since God dislikes—scorns that, as much as people do.  For to trumpet our success, wealth, brilliance, giftedness or popularity is to get distracted from our life’s purpose into worthless activity. Those who love power, who are sure they know best, and who must be the best, will eventually be humbled by God and life. For their focus has shifted from loving God, doing good work, and being a blessing to their family, friends, and the world towards impressing others, being enviable, perhaps famous. These things are houses built on sand, which will crumble when hammered by the waves of old age, infirmity or adversity. 
God resists the proud, Scripture tells us—those who crave the admiration and power which is His alone. So how do we resist pride? We slow down, so that we realise (and repent) when sheer pride sparks our allergies to people, our enmities, our determination to have our own way, or our grandiose ego-driven goals, and ambitions. Once we stop chasing limelight, a great quietness steals over our lives. We no longer need the drug of continual achievement, or to share images of glittering travel, parties, prizes or friends. We just enjoy them quietly. My life is for itself & not for a spectacle, Emerson wrote. And, as Jesus advises, we quit sharp-elbowing ourselves to sit with the shiniest people, but are content to hang out with ordinary people; and then, as Jesus said, we will inevitably, eventually, be summoned higher to the sparkling conversation we craved. 
One day, every knee will bow before the gentle lamb who was slain, now seated on the throne. We will all be silent before him. Let us live gently then, our eyes on Christ, continually asking for his power, his Spirit, and his direction, moving, dancing, in the direction that we sense him move.
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3 days before his death, Jesus rampages through the commercialised temple, overturning the tables of moneychangers. Who gave you the authority to do these things? his outraged adversaries ask. And Jesus shows us how to answer hostile questions. Slow down. Breathe. Quick arrow prayers!
Your enemies have no power over your life that your Father has not permitted them. Ask your Father for wisdom, remembering: Questions do not need to be answered. Are these questioners worthy of the treasures of your heart? Or would that be feeding pearls to hungry pigs, who might instead devour you?
Questions can contain pitfalls, traps, nooses. Jesus directly answered just three of the 183 questions he was asked, refusing to answer some; answering others with a good question.
But how do we get the inner calm and wisdom to recognise
and sidestep entrapping questions? Long before the day of
testing, practice slow, easy breathing, and tune in to the frequency of the Father. There’s no record of Jesus running, rushing, getting stressed, or lacking peace. He never spoke on his own, he told us, without checking in with the Father. So, no foolish, ill-judged statements. Breathing in the wisdom of the Father beside and within him, he, unintimidated, traps the trappers.
Wisdom begins with training ourselves to slow down and ask
the Father for guidance. Then our calm minds, made perceptive, will help us recognise danger and trick questions, even those coated in flattery, and sidestep them or refuse to answer.
We practice tuning in to heavenly wisdom by practising–asking God questions, and then listening for his answers about the best way to do simple things…organise a home or write. Then, we build upwards, asking for wisdom in more complex things.
Listening for the voice of God before we speak, and asking for a filling of the Spirit, which Jesus calls streams of living water within us, will give us wisdom to know what to say, which, frequently, is nothing at all. It will quieten us with the silence of God, which sings through the world, through sun and stars, sky and flowers.
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Some very imperfect pictures of my labradoodle Merry, and golden retriever Pippi.
And since, I’m on social media, if you are the meditating type, here’s a scriptural meditation on not being afraid, while being prudent. https://anitamathias.com/2024/01/03/do-not-be-afraid-but-do-be-prudent/
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https://anitamathias.com/2024/01/03/do-not-be-afraid-but-do-be-prudent/
Do Not Be Afraid, but Do Be Prudent
“Do not be afraid,” a dream-angel tells Joseph, to marry Mary, who’s pregnant, though a virgin, for in our magical, God-invaded world, the Spirit has placed God in her. Call the baby Jesus, or The Lord saves, for he will drag people free from the chokehold of their sins.
And Joseph is not afraid. And the angel was right, for a star rose, signalling a new King of the Jews. Astrologers followed it, threatening King Herod, whose chief priests recounted Micah’s 600-year-old prophecy: the Messiah would be born in Bethlehem, as Jesus had just been, while his parents from Nazareth registered for Augustus Caesar’s census of the entire Roman world. 
The Magi worshipped the baby, offering gold. And shepherds came, told by an angel of joy: that the Messiah, a saviour from all that oppresses, had just been born.
Then, suddenly, the dream-angel warned: Flee with the child to Egypt. For Herod plans to kill this baby, forever-King.
Do not be afraid, but still flee? Become a refugee? But lightning-bolt coincidences verified the angel’s first words: The magi with gold for the flight. Shepherds
telling of angels singing of coming inner peace. Joseph flees.
What’s the difference between fear and prudence? Fear is being frozen or panicked by imaginary what-ifs. It tenses our bodies; strains health, sleep and relationships; makes us stingy with ourselves & others; leads to overwork, & time wasted doing pointless things for fear of people’s opinions.
Prudence is wisdom-using our experience & spiritual discernment as we battle the demonic forces of this dark world, in Paul’s phrase.It’s fighting with divinely powerful weapons: truth, righteousness, faith, Scripture & prayer, while surrendering our thoughts to Christ. 
So let’s act prudently, wisely & bravely, silencing fear, while remaining alert to God’s guidance, delivered through inner peace or intuitions of danger and wrongness, our spiritual senses tuned to the Spirit’s “No,” his “Slow,” his “Go,” as cautious as a serpent, protected, while being as gentle as a lamb among wolves.
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Jesus came from a Kingdom of voluntary gentleness, in which
Christ, the Lion of Judah, stands at the centre of the throne in the guise of a lamb, looking as if it had been slain. No wonder his disciples struggled with his counter-cultural values. Oh, and we too!
The mother of the Apostles James and John, asks Jesus for a favour—that once He became King, her sons got the most important, prestigious seats at court, on his right and left. And the other ten, who would have liked the fame, glory, power,limelight and honour themselves are indignant and threatened.
Oh-oh, Jesus says. Who gets five talents, who gets one,
who gets great wealth and success, who doesn’t–that the
Father controls. Don’t waste your one precious and fleeting
life seeking to lord it over others or boss them around.
But, in his wry kindness, he offers the ambitious twelve
and us something better than the second or third place.
He tells us how to actually be the most important person to
others at work, in our friend group, social circle, or church:Use your talents, gifts, and energy to bless others.
And we instinctively know Jesus is right. The greatest people in our lives are the kind people who invested in us, guided us and whose wise, radiant words are engraved on our hearts.
Wanting to sit with the cleverest, most successful, most famous people is the path of restlessness and discontent. The competition is vast. But seek to see people, to listen intently, to be kind, to empathise, and doors fling wide open for you, you rare thing!
The greatest person is the one who serves, Jesus says. Serves by using the one, two, or five talents God has given us to bless others, by finding a place where our deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet. By writing which is a blessing, hospitality, walking with a sad friend, tidying a house.
And that is the only greatness worth having. That you yourself,your life and your work are a blessing to others. That the love and wisdom God pours into you lives in people’s hearts and minds, a blessing
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So Jesus makes a beautiful offer to the earnest, moral young man who came to him, seeking a spiritual life. Remarkably, the young man claims that he has kept all the commandments from his youth, including the command to love one’s neighbour as oneself, a statement Jesus does not challenge.
The challenge Jesus does offers him, however, the man cannot accept—to sell his vast possessions, give the money to the poor, and follow Jesus encumbered.
He leaves, grieving, and Jesus looks at him, loves him, and famously observes that it’s easier for a camel to squeeze through the eye of a needle than for a rich person to live in the world of wonders which is living under Christ’s kingship, guidance and protection. 
He reassures his dismayed disciples, however, that with God even the treasure-burdened can squeeze into God’s kingdom, “for with God, all things are possible.”
Following him would quite literally mean walking into a world of daily wonders, and immensely rich conversation, walking through Israel, Lebanon, Syria, and Jordan, quite impossible to do with suitcases and backpacks laden with treasure. 
For what would we reject God’s specific, internally heard whisper or directive, a micro-call? That is the idol which currently grips and possesses us. 
Not all of us have great riches, nor is money everyone’s greatest temptation—it can be success, fame, universal esteem, you name it…
But, since with God all things are possible, even those who waver in their pursuit of God can still experience him in fits and snatches, find our spirits singing on a walk or during worship in church, or find our hearts strangely warmed by Scripture, and, sometimes, even “see” Christ stand before us. 
For Christ looks at us, Christ loves us, and says, “With God, all things are possible,” even we, the flawed, entering his beautiful Kingdom.
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How to Find the Freedom of Forgiveness
Letting go on anger and forgiving is both an emotional transaction & a decision of the will. We discover we cannot command our emotions to forgive and relinquish anger. So how do we find the space and clarity of forgiveness in our mind, spirit & emotions?
When tormenting memories surface, our cortisol, adrenaline, blood pressure, and heart rate all rise. It’s good to take a literally quick walk with Jesus, to calm this neurological and physiological storm. And then honestly name these emotions… for feelings buried alive never die.
Then, in a process called “the healing of memories,” mentally visualise the painful scene, seeing Christ himself there, his eyes brimming with compassion. Ask Christ to heal the sting, to draw the poison from these memories of experiences. We are caterpillars in a ring of fire, as Martin Luther wrote--unable to rescue ourselves. We need help from above.
Accept what happened. What happened, happened. Then, as the Apostle Paul advises, give thanks in everything, though not for everything. Give thanks because God can bring good out of the swindle and the injustice. Ask him to bring magic and beauty from the ashes.
If, like the persistent widow Jesus spoke of, you want to pray for justice--that the swindler and the abusers’ characters are revealed, so many are protected, then do so--but first, purify your own life.
And now, just forgive. Say aloud, I forgive you for … You are setting a captive free. Yourself. Come alive. Be free. 
And when memories of deep injuries arise, say: “No. No. Not going there.” Stop repeating the devastating story to yourself or anyone else. Don’t waste your time & emotional energy, nor let yourself be overwhelmed by anger at someone else’s evil actions. Don’t let the past poison today. Refuse to allow reinjury. Deliberately think instead of things noble, lovely, admirable, excellent, and praiseworthy.
So keep trying, in obedience, to forgive, to let go of your anger until you suddenly realise that you have forgiven, and can remember past events without agitation. God be with us!
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