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God’s Forgiveness

Holy Week

41

Friday 14 April

An end! All the passion, all the love, all the incarnate love so vast. Done   to death by those who should have recognised Him simply by what he did. As you mark this Good Friday, the solemn waste of Jesus, Emmanuel and incarnate, recognise that very act that has become for you a part of God’s plan to nurture and save your very soul. Such potential spoiled by nails and thorns and beating rods and spear. Here is the heart of God’s forgiveness!

Question: What do I bring, in the silence of the very moment I read this question, what do I bring that the forgiveness of the cross can heal? Dare I leave it to die with Jesus on that cross?

 Prayer: As I listen to my own breath, help me to realise that Jesus died, His breathing ceased. His life was snuffed out by a desiring humanity who saw not God embodied in Jesus Christ. I pray for all who share Christ’s dying today, may they rest in peace.

 

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Concentration!

A lovely Sunday afternoon stroll along the canal-side with Jock leading the way. The sun came out and the progress was interrupted by an occasional cyclist.

Along the way we passed many fisherman with their twenty foot carbon fibre poles. It looked as if they were in some sort of competition, as they stared towards their small fluorescent floats. The only fish we saw landed though was by a group of teenagers who had nothing but a short old fashioned rod and reel. They cast their bait and the reels screamed their fury.

However, such was the vacant concentration of the identically dressed, much older and fully kitted out individuals fishing the canal bank, that they failed to notice Jock sneak up, mark his territory, (let the dog owner understand) and sneak onto the next pile of equipment further along to tow path.

We walked quickly – to keep up with Jock and encourage his dry forward progress and to move away from those he had already spored.

What do I take from these our pleasant wanderings. Don’t concentrate too hard on one thing for too long -you may miss someone laying their spore somewhere very close by.