My city of Ruins

There is a blood red circle
On the cold dark ground
And the rain is falling down
The church door's thrown open
I can hear the organ's song
But the congregation's gone
My city of ruins
My city of ruins

Now the sweet bells of mercy
Drift through the evening trees
Young men on the corner
Like scattered leaves,
The boarded up windows,
The empty streets
While my brother's down on his knees
My city of ruins
My city of ruins

Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up!

Now's there's tears on the pillow
Darlin' where we slept
And you took my heart when you left
Without your sweet kiss
My soul is lost, my friend
Tell me how do I begin again?
My city's in ruins
My city's in ruins

Now with these hands,
With these hands,
With these hands,
I pray Lord
With these hands,
With these hands,
I pray for the strength, Lord
With these hands,
With these hands,
I pray for the faith, Lord
We pray for your love, Lord
We pray for the lost, Lord
We pray for this world, Lord
We pray for the strength, Lord
We pray for the strength, Lord

Come on
Come on
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up


For those who would say the boss hasn't produced anything great since the 80's (they're talking rubbish!), this song stands as a great challenge. I say if the boss had only recorded this song since the 80's that would be enough.
It is the final track from the album 'The rising' which, except for this track interestingly, was written after september 11, 2001. The album is one of the most moving and nuanced commentaries on that event that has been produced.
This track is outstanding, and for our purposes is a perplexing testimony to the need for resurrection (It is almost a modern exposition of Ezekiel 37). The reality of death and desolation; the need for renewal and new birth; the powerlessness of man and the prayers for divine intervention are all beautifully witnessed. When connected to the september 11 attacks and the experience of New York as a city, the impact of the poetry is amplified.
We need a new land; a new place free from the evil, destruction and desolation of this world. How can we possibly get there?
"With these hands, I pray for the strength, Lord. With these hands, I pray for the faith, Lord. We pray for your love, Lord. We pray for the lost, Lord. We pray for this world, Lord."

Deep Water

Deep water
soothes;
it cools.
I float effortlessly.
The current moves me where it wills,
and I wait.
Depth disarms,
and can alarm.
What lies beneath?
Unknowable,
untameable,
deep water.

Top Five - Christmas Carols (in order)

Christmas carols are an indispensable part of Christmas. Here are my top five:


1. O Holy Night - performance appended.
2. Joy to the World.
3. Hark the Herald angels sing.
4. O come all ye faithful.
5. God rest ye merry, gentlemen.

Broken

I am broken
It goes unspoken
I'm not a local
In this world of pain and grief.

And I'm an outcast
This world moves so fast
each day just won't last
and I feel so weak and small.

I'm a winner
and I'm a sinner
sometimes a grinner
but I am in between today.

But there's a man upon a cross
his love just won't be stopped
so I'm gonna give it all I've got
and somehow he'll pull me through...

through all this sadness
to a place of gladness
to a place of no tears
where I don't have to fear.

Movember - III

The end of the matter

Ecclesiates is one of my favourite books of the bible. I find that it clears away much of the dross that can confuse my perspective on life. I call it biblical existentialism; it reminds me that there can be pleasure in simple things; that there are rhythms to life that should be expected and accepted; that there are things I will never fully comprehend, and ultimately that I am accountable to God.

Here is the teacher's final words.

Ecclesiates 12:13-14.

Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole duty of man.
For God shall bring every work into judgment, with every secret thing, whether it be good, or whether it be evil.

Top Five - Sandwichs

I love a good sandwich. There are many types. Here are a few of my fav's.

Top Five Sandwichs.

1. Cream cheese, Roma Tomato, Salami on crusty italian loaf.
2. Subway Meatball sub with the lot (yes, that includes jalapenos).
3. White slice, beef sausage, sauce oozing onto the hand...
4. The great aussie bacon and egg roll (BBQ or tomato sauce depending on the mood).
5. Chicken schnitzel, lettuce, mayo, salt and pepper on wholemeal.

Because He Lives

God sent His son, they called Him Jesus
He came to love, heal, and forgive.
He lived and died to buy my pardon,
An empty grave is there to prove my Savior lives.

Because He lives, I can face tomorrow.
Because He lives, All fear is gone.
Because I know He holds the future,
And life is worth the living just because He lives.


How sweet to hold a newborn baby,
And feel the pride and joy he gives.
But greater still the calm assurance,
This child can face uncertain days because He lives.

Because He lives, I can face tomorrow.
Because He lives, All fear is gone.
Because I know He holds the future,
And life is worth the living just because He lives.


And then one day I'll cross the river,
I'll fight life's final war with pain.
And then as death gives way to victory,
I'll see the lights of glory and I'll know He lives.

Because He lives, I can face tomorrow.
Because He lives, All fear is gone!
Because I know He holds the future
And life is worth the living just because He lives!



This great song was written by Bill and Gloria Gaither in 1971. This couple from the southern states of the USA have been writing gospel choruses for over 40 years. This is their best known.

Movember - II

Slipping

At sixteen I knew who I was;
I'd figured out the world and God;
Counted all my costs;
I was in control, yeah.
I was in control of my life.

But now at last I've lost my way,
I'm slipping through another day.
I've wandered from the narrow way,
I'm slipping through another day.

I'm afraid they'll be disappointed;
she already feels neglect.
Everybody wants a piece of my,
but I've nothing to invest, yeah.
I've nothing to invest anymore.

Now at last I've lost my way,
I'm slipping through another day.
It's hard to stand on feet of clay
when you're slipping through another day.

Now all I've got's this piece of wood;
a hand; a nail; some blood; my food.
One man; an act; a death; some grace.
There I find my only place.
Yes all I've got's this piece of wood;
a hand; a nail; some blood; my food.
One man; an act; a death; some grace.
There I find my only place.

Otherwise I'm blown astray;
Slipping through another day.
Slipping through another day.
Oh Lord, don't let me slide away.
Oh Lord, don't let me slide away.

Movember - It begins

I've joined a team to celebrate Movember (check out the website for information). This is the first instalment of a short photo diary of my experience.
I've decided to grow my Mo in homage to Errol Flynn.

A Holy Meal

Just finished this marvelous little book, A Holy Meal: The Lord's Supper in the Life of the Church.
It is a brilliantly constructed, brief, insightful, holistic discussion of the significance of, what we at my church call, Holy Communion.
I think anyone would be hard pressed to find such an accessible and thorough treatment of the topic.
Smith takes time to explain the importance of the sacraments as symbols in the life of the church.

"Like a sign a sacrament points to another reality without necessarily looking like that reality. A sacrament is an external symbol that is visual an sensory, but its primary significance is that it is a gesture, a communal act, or a ritual that points to and enables a community to join together in something of spiritual significance. What is noteworthy is the close connection between the symbol and what is symbolized, so close, indeed, that in human speech they are identical, as with a photograph. I can hold up a picture of my grandsons and say, "These are my grandsons," and no one wonders whether I am confused by a little piece of coloured paper. We understand this kind of language; it is customary in our common life to use photographs and speak of symbols in this way. To take this kind of language literally would miss the point and would rob us of both the capacity to use language well and the wonderful gift of symbols. Without symbols our lives would be flat and one-dimensional. Symbols and sacraments enrich our lives, enabling us to engage spiritual reality with heart and mind, indeed, with our whole selves."*

He then proceeds to celebrate the meaning of this sacrament of the Lord's supper using 7 words; Memorial, Communion, Forgiveness, Covenant, Nourishment, Anticipation and Eucharist. Here is one of his lovely summary statements;

"When we celebrate the Lord's supper, the ascended Lord Jesus Christ himself is in our midst as one who will ultimately host us at the marriage supper of the Lamb. We believe in the "Real Presence," one might say. But as Jesus himself stresses, he is among us as one who serves. This is the wonder of this table. Jesus meets us and hosts a meal; he forgives us and feeds us. Through intimate communion and fellowship with him and with our sisters and brothers, we look back (in remembrance), but we also look ahead to the kingdom that is yet to come. We renew our baptismal identity and vows as people of the new covenant. And with hope we identify with the Lord himself, who is the servant of all."**

Excellent read.


* Gordon T. Smith. A Holy Meal: The Lord's Supper in the Life of the Church. pp24. Baker Academic, Michigan USA (2005).
**Gordon T. Smith. A Holy Meal: The Lord's Supper in the Life of the Church. pp98. Baker Academic, Michigan USA (2005).

Home

Isn't it great to feel comfortable somewhere; to feel secure and relaxed; to be grounded in a place and know your surroundings; to be familiar with the smell, colour, sounds.
I've been at home for a couple of days recently.
I know that on a sunny day I can lie on the bed and read in the afternoon and watch the trees sway in the breeze, see a couple of rosella's fly by and doze off for 20 minutes or more.

It's challenging to feel out of place; to be not at home; to be surrounded by the unfamiliar. You find yourself hyper-alert, forced to make uncomfortable decisions out of necessity.
I just started a new job this week; working with new people; in new places; with new expectations placed upon me.

It must be strange to be at home, but not at home at the same time.

Here's some thoughts from the Apostle Paul in 2 Corinthians 5:1-10.

"Now we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands. Meanwhile we groan, longing to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling, because when we are clothed, we will not be found naked. For while we are in this tent, we groan and are burdened, because we do not wish to be unclothed but to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life. Now it is God who has made us for this very purpose and has given us the Spirit as a deposit, guaranteeing what is to come.

Therefore we are always confident and know that as long as we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord. We live by faith, not by sight. We are confident, I say, and would prefer to be away from the body and at home with the Lord. So we make it our goal to please him, whether we are at home in the body or away from it. For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, that each one may receive what is due him for the things done while in the body, whether good or bad."


This reminds me of, tunes me into, the discordance that is part of our experience as Christians. Somedays I feel it intensely. Other days, I need to be encouraged not to forget it.

Top Five - Music Albums

I love music. There a great songs, there are great artists, and there are great albums; when all the songs combined create a tone, a shape, a feel that surpasses the achievement of each individual song.

Top five music albums I own.

1. U2 - The Joshua Tree.
2. Bruce Springsteen - Born to Run.
3. Miles Davis - Kind of Blue.
4. Norah Jones - Come Away with Me.
5. Bon Jovi - Slippery When Wet.




[I know this is cheating, but some others that could have made the list...
Oasis - What's the Story Morning Glory.
Pearl Jam - Verses.
Radiohead - The Bends.
Texas - White on Blonde.
Sting - Brand New Day.
Counting Crows - August and Everything After...]

Idol worship?

Check out this article - 'Ten slaps gag on Idol worship' - in the herald today. Most of you would be familiar with the 'Today/Tonight' segments exposing the so-called AOG church affiliations of the Australia idol finalists.
I quote from the article;

"After television reports suggested some finalists were being supported by a huge Christian voting audience, the makers of the show have tried to distance themselves from the issue.
Although no wrongdoing has been proved (most Idol contestants have huge communities supporting them, whether it be a country town or a church community) television chiefs are concerned about the effect of the stories on the "street cred" of the show."

Is it just me, or is this so typical of our secular-materialist society. Vocal community support of individuals in sport, music, the arts is widely praised unless it comes from a religious organisation. Then it is weird, subversive, conspiratorial. People have been taught to be paranoid about organised spirituality. Thoughts?