
and they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.’”
Anita Mathias: Dreaming Beneath the Spires
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Proverbs 1 7-9
7 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge, but fools despise wisdom and discipline.
The fear of the Lord is indeed the beginning of wisdom. It puts natural boundaries around us, and safeguards us from much that is destructive–and from its consequences. The fear of the Lord preserves us from learning about the foolishness and the acrid fruits of sin in the bitter school of trial and error.
Discipline. Something I have both craved and struggled with all my life. Interestingly, psychotherapist Scott Peck in his perennial best-seller, The Road Less Travelled, talks about discipline–deferring gratification–as the foundation of a decent human life. As parents, we have a dual burden: to discipline ourselves, and to teach self-discipline to our children so that they realize the value of their lives, their time and themselves, and later instinctively practice it.
8 Listen, my son, to your father’s instruction and do not forsake your mother’s teaching. 9 They will be a garland to grace your head and a chain to adorn your neck.

My pet rabbits Empress and Bandit
‘And I heard every creature in heaven and on earth and under the earth and in the sea, and all that is in them, saying, “To him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb be blessing and honour and glory and might forever and ever!”’ (Rev 5:13).
Every creature! Wow! Not only will we ourselves be healed, restored, and lost in the ecstasy of contemplating God and the Lamb, but every creature in heaven and on earth, and under the earth, and in the sea will join us.
We shall be healed, and all the sad, abused, dumbly suffering animals of all history will be healed with us. We shall ask their forgiveness. And since they are more generous than we are, we shall receive it.
We will stand together, and sing together.
I have loved animals all my life, and always has as many of them as my family would permit. A couple of years ago we had 9 pets (I live on an acre and a half in deep country, in Garsington, Oxfordshire)–rabbits, ducks, chickens, and a dog.
But decades of pet ownership do not leave one guilt free. There is always the dog we could have walked more; the loving dog we had to give away when we left America; the rabbit who died of myxomatosis; the duck mauled by the fox on the one night we forget to put her in her shed; the hen eaten by the fox on the one night we forgot to lock the coop.
From my dogs in particular, I have repeatedly sought forgiveness, because they return to me in dreams. My heaven will not be quite complete without dogs, so I was relieved to come across this passage via Charlie, Vicar of Kea Church in Cornwall (what a wonderful name for a church!) on whether there will be animals in heaven.
http://charliepeer.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-such-daft-question.html

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| A ruined church — from New Zealand’s war archive, 1918. |
Here are three posts from other bloggers on a subject no one wants to consider so soon in a New Year. And may this year be a year of blessing for all of us.
Failure is an option
Jessica talks about the pain of a church mess and failure
http://jezamama.blogspot.com/2010/11/failure-is-option.html
Can Failure in Ministry ever be part of His plan
Mary de Muth on a failure in ministry.
http://www.wrecked.org/church/god-success-and-failed-french-church-plants/
And, very sweet one this, John Piper on how he put soul, body and marriage together after a season of intense ministry (and perhaps ego-driven ?) work took its toll on each.
http://www.desiringgod.org/blog/posts/john-pipers-report-on-his-leave-of-absence
Failure, and the precious jewels it offers is something I have meditated on for a long time, and am intimately acquainted with. No doubt, once my thoughts are better crystallized, I will share them here– though I am now in a season of blessing–which follows the brokenness, repentance, humbling and acknowledgement of weakness which a season of failure brings.
We all stayed up to see in the New Year with marzipan fruit cake, and Bailey’s Irish Cream, even Zoe and Irene.
Then today, since all of us are somewhat more introverted than extroverted, we decided everyone could be happy in their own way.
I read, prayed, blogged, wrote, and went for a solitary walk.
Roy who is now a dyed-in-the wool house-husband, finished seeing one of our books for our publishing company through press, and then tidied up the house, and assembled IKEA bookshelves for our ever-expanding library. I saw him whistling bustling around, keeping loads of laundry on the go, keeping the dishwasher running and the cabinets stacked (with Irene’s help) and generally restoring to the house to its pre-Christmas season order, and thought, “If that man isn’t happy, then what is he?” I checked, he confirmed my suspicion.
Christmas, luckily this year, hasn’t involved things. Roy and I specifically asked for no Christmas presents, as we have everything material thing we want, and so the girls made us huge lovely cards. We didn’t give any presents, except to the girls, and so Christmas was so simplified. We plan to repeat this every year. No, neither the Grinch nor Scrooge, just–at this stage of our lives– more interested in living well and in experience rather than in accumulation of stuff.
Zoe, 16, curled up with Classical Greek and Latin. I get pure happiness from learning a new language and getting good at it, and I guess she’s got that gene.
Irene, 11, who has waist length hair, spent the day with the new blow-drying and hair-style gadget Roy got her putting her long curly hair into extravagant styles, and admiring them. She wrote to her cousins and penfriends, and read some.
In the evening, Roy and I are going to a New Year’s day party with friends from St. Aldate’s. Ah, a New Year’s Day party, so much more sensible than a New Year’s eve party. At least, one can get to bed at a godly hour without the sense that you might be disrupting someone else’s party!
Leisure, free time. That’s been the most coveted commodity in our married life, and at last we have it.
Last Christmas Day, in New Zealand, I spent some time praying while the Christmas dinner was in the oven. (I have nothing to do with Christmas dinners, since Zoe and Roy love cooking). I saw a vision, maybe I should say a mental image, of our life. The direction it was flowing in which absorbed a lot of our enthusiasm, creativity, and energy and interest was our family’s publishing company (in which a bunch of our friends also work part-time).
Roy then had a Chair as Professor of Mathematics, and though he was well-paid, it put time at a premium, and increased our stress with the additional demands on him.
I saw concentrating on Math would almost be rowing against the stream, that God’s provision and blessing was flowing on the publishing, and that we should row with the stream, go in the direction in which God’s blessing was flowing.
4 months later, Roy’s University had an early retirement offer–three times the usual settlement but we had to decide by Sept 2010. He left the decision to me. I decided on early retirement–at 47!!
It was a risk, of course, but we have so enjoyed peace, leisure, time, just living, being, that we would hate to trade it for a real job. And though, of course, we were prepared for downward mobility, that has not been the case at all, thank you, God.
What will this year bring? It’s in God’s hands, and God is good!

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| The Good Shepherd |
Can a Homosexual be a Christian. One might as well ask, can an insurance man be a Christian? Can a lawyer be a Christian? Can an ecclesiastical bureaucrat be a Christian? Can a rich man be a Christian? Can an infant be a Christian? Or one who is sick, or insane, or indolent or one possessed of power or status or respectability? Can anybody be a Christian? Can a human being be a Christian? All such questions are theologically absurd. To be a Christian does not have anything essentially to do with conduct or station or repute. To be a Christian does not have anything to do with the common pietisms of ritual, dogma or morals in and of themselves. To be a Christian has, rather, to do with that peculiar state of being bestowed upon men by God….
I like this because, as a newer Christian, I naively assumed that a practising gay person could not be a Christian. On the other hand, I did not doubt that, despite the occasional schadenfreude, malice, gossip, and sheer untruthfulness I encountered in my church, those who said they were Christians were Christians.
Perhaps that is the safest assumption: to assume that those who say they are Christians are Christians, and to leave the sorting out of sheep and goats to Him.

| George Mueller |