Avondale Baptist Church

It is windy outside as I write this. I love watching the trees as they surrender to the power of the wind. They cannot control the wind and neither are they resistant to what the wind wants to do.

Last week at church we learnt a new song called I Surrender and one of the lines said “Like a rushing wind, Jesus breathe within. Lord have your way, Lord have your way in me.”

As I sit and watch the branches of the trees sway and listen to the sound of the wind I pray Jesus, come like the wind in my life. It’s a risky thing to pray, I know! Jesus says in Matthew 22:37 to “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and all your mind.” This speaks to me of a surrendered life. One where I relinquish control and allow God to be in charge. As the trees outside my window move as the wind rushes through them, let my actions, words and thoughts be directed by the Holy Spirit.

Galatians 5:16 encourages us to “let the Holy Spirit guide your lives. Then you won’t be doing what your sinful nature craves.”

What is God saying to you about the direction of your life?

This morning while I was spending time with God the song I am a friend of God popped into my mind. I’m not sure if you are familiar with it but it goes like this:

Who am I that You are mindful of me
That You hear me when I call
Is it true that You are thinking of me
How You love me it's amazing
I am a friend of God
I am a friend of God,
I am a friend of God,
He calls me friend

While reflecting on this and thinking about my sermon for Sunday I remembered, with a smile, when we had a home phone (rather than only mobiles) and my friend would call. She wouldn’t need to introduce herself as I recognised her voice instantly. She would usually just say “Hi, it’s me.” If she had needed to introduce herself it wouldn’t have been a little strange. Like, I already know your voice, why do you need to tell me it’s you?

It got me thinking about how God longs for us to instantly recognise His voice because we have a close friendship with Him; and we know what His voice sounds like.

John 10:27 says “My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me.”

How is your friendship with Jesus? Do you recognise his voice when he speaks and what is he saying to you today?

Jesus says in John 4:34 "My food is to the will of him who sent me and to complete his work." I pray this is our resolution for 2018: to do the will of him who called us.

As we start another year I wonder how many of us have thought about our plans for 2018 and set some goals or resolutions. Did you know the number one new year's resolution in Australia is to get fit followed closely by eat better? I would suggest the same might be true for New Zealanders! Personally, I have committed to healthier eating and being more active. But, more importantly, the beginning of the year gives us a great opportunity for a spiritual health check-up. How are we doing in our relationship with God? What might need some attention and re-prioritising for 2018?

This morning I went for a prayer walk around New Windsor encompassing Methuen Road, Brydon Place and Bollard Avenue. There are some beautiful established trees and lovely villas as well as newly built houses and young gardens.

I stopped at the Hare and Turtle café and, while I sipped my cappuccino, I reflected on what I had just been reading at the little reserve down the road. New Windsor was a source of tomatoes, fruit and other horticultural delights. There is a history of abundance in growth in this area. I can just imagine a time when the streets didn’t exist and there were fields with rows of flourishing plants producing all kinds of juicy fruit and vegetables. Perhaps some of you may remember this time in New Windsor’s past?

It got me thinking about our lives and what fruit we are producing. I love The Message paraphrase of Galatians 5:22-23 which says “But what happens when we live God’s way? He brings gifts into our lives, much the same way that fruit appears in an orchard—things like affection for others, exuberance about life, serenity. We develop a willingness to stick with things, a sense of compassion in the heart, and a conviction that a basic holiness permeates things and people.”

Are our actions, words and attitudes producing fruit that nurtures, sustains and nourishes those around us? We have a wonderful opportunity, like New Windsor, to leave a legacy of abundance and growth through lives fully submitted to God. Perhaps today you might like to ponder the question “What fruit is my life producing?”

A good friend of mine is a florist and the next couple of months are an extremely busy wedding season as people choose the summer months to get married. My friend's floral work is stunning and I am constantly impressed by how she manages to put together something so beautiful in a seemingly effortless way! This is a current example of her work.

Next year will mark the 16th anniversary of Brent and my marriage but I still remember the excitement of planning towards the big day! But, more than that, I remember the joy of knowing I was loved; I had been chosen by Brent to be his wife.

But look at what Isaiah 61:10 says "I am overwhelmed with joy in the Lord my God! For he has dressed me with the clothing of salvation and draped me in robes of righteousness. I am like a bridegroom dressed for his wedding or a bride with her jewels." This is what Christmas reminds us of. Regardless of our marital, financial or social status, you and I are the chosen and beloved children of God. We have been clothed in the salvation of Jesus and it is His robes of righteousness we wear. As we Isaiah tells us, those robes are as exquisite as wedding clothes. Now that's something to find JOY in!

As I write this I am excitedly looking forward to our Carols at Sunset event. There have been literally hundreds of emails and texts to organise this event. It has been advertised on our Facebook page, website and we’ve delivered fliers to both local businesses and homes. There are multiple groups involved in the event and loads of willing volunteers to help where necessary. However, as we plan the last-minute details, it does make me think about the arrival of Jesus.

Imagine for a moment a very different world where technology doesn’t exist. No mobile phones, no iPads, no email, no Facebook, nothing. This is the world that Jesus was born into. Mary’s pregnancy wasn’t documented with clever Facebook posts and she didn’t have 99.2 million followers on Twitter like Katy Perry. There were no blogs on vlogs for Joseph on “What to expect when you’re parenting the Saviour of the world”. This was a world in which this significant event was announced not by social media but by angels and heavenly hosts (Luke 2:13-14). But here is what I find fascinating and challenging, once the shepherds had seen Jesus they went and told others about what they had seen; and all who heard it were amazed (Luke 2:17-18). How might we tell others about Jesus so that they, too, can encounter their Saviour, and like the people of Bethlehem, be amazed?

I don't know about you but, for me, the month of December seems to be incredibly busy. As our calendars get fuller and our bank accounts get emptier we can find ourselves trying to squeeze everything in. No wonder it is called the "Silly Season!"

But what I love about this time of year is, for a couple of hours on a Sunday morning, we press pause on our busy lives to gather and celebrate the birth of our Saviour!

Today is the first day of Advent. Advent is celebrated in the four Sundays preceding Christmas. Interestingly, the word "advent" is derived from the Latin word adventus, meaning "coming." Advent, therefore is a dual celebration as we remember Christ's birth and the anticipation of His return.

This morning I'd like to invite you to slow down and take some time to reflect on what Advent means for you. What does that mean for our church, our community, our nation, our world? God's big love story of redemption and salvation means we can gather as a worshipping community at Avondale Baptist church today. But God's big love story, through Jesus, is one we can - and should - share. How might Advent present the opportunity for you to share the GOOD NEWS of Jesus with another?

I remember when I was in my late teens/early 20’s wristbands or rubber bracelets with the acronym WWJD were super popular among young people.

They were the equivalent of today’s hash tags, Facebook posts, Instagram and Tweets. The acronym WWJD meant What Would Jesus Do and the wristbands were a reminder for those wearing them to act like what Jesus did.

In my experience, as much as they were the latest Christian fashion item, they were also a reminder to ask myself “How am I living? How am I loving? How am I being Jesus to those around me?” Preacher, author and Reverend Dr Timothy Keller writes “Christmas and the incarnation (of Jesus) mean that God went to infinite lengths to make himself one we can know personally.” Let’s ponder that thought for a minute. The God of creation, the God of the universe wants us to know Him and this was made possible through Jesus.

So, as we approach Christmas, let’s consider not only WWJD but WHJD – What Has Jesus Done? Jesus has shown us the ultimate way to live, to love, to surrender and to worship. Let’s invite God to examine our hearts and show us ways in which we are asking, What Would Jesus Do? May this help us seek God’s purpose for our lives.

When God's son walked the earth he gave us a blueprint on how to live a spirit filled and powerful life.

Before every significant happening, in the midst of the most amazing miracles the world has ever seen - Jesus prayed. He removed himself from the world and other people and recharged his life through prayer.

Sometimes he took others, those elite disciples he was training as leaders but often he drew apart in solitude. For when you're having a conversation with the Maker of the Universe you need to give Him your full attention.

So Jesus left us with an incredible gift that few of us remember to follow. The guide of the Lord's Prayer and the example of how he communicated with God. He also showed us how to uplift, teach and inspire others. His three year training of the disciples left them ready to lead but frightened to begin. The gift of the Holy Spirit was the start of the explosion that became the new era of the church.

How often do we ignore the power of the Holy Spirit in our lives? We need only ask and it is given to us. Why do we wait for church on Sunday or the odd prayer meeting to ignite our souls? This free gift is available to all who call and believe in the name of Jesus.

So, take some time out of your busy schedule, turn off your phone, find yourself a quiet place and talk to God.

Yes, it really is that simple. Isn't it strange then, how many people never experience the true peace, power and presence of Jehovah. It's yours right now, just take the first step.

Matthew 6:9-13

Matthew 14:23

Luke 6:12

Mark 1:35

Luke 5:16

Luke 9:18

The stillness of the tomb was shattered by a harshly indrawn breath. Another desperate, ragged sound escapes the wrapped body lying on the stone bench in the dim light of the cave.

“I’m blind,” Lazarus thinks to himself, as darkness is all he sees. It takes him precious minutes to understand he is wrapped in some kind of cloth. As he struggles to free his hands he hears a voice calling him.

“Lazarus come out!”

He knows that voice... what’s going on? Finally he frees his hands and reaches up to remove the bindings around his head. Light! Murky, but he can clearly see his surroundings in the dim shadows.

Stumbling to his feet he frantically tries to remember what happened. Images flood his mind, his sisters weeping, sickness pulling the strength from his body. Hot, so very hot, desperate to escape the heat, his body burning with fever. Then, a cool hand calming him and utter darkness dragging him under.

Lazarus looks around the small room and chokes back the lump in his throat. He’s clearly standing in a a tomb where the stone has been rolled away. Well, seems like he really did die. Lazarus moves his arms and legs, breathing deep and testing the strength in his body. Yep, he feels wonderful.

“Lazarus come out!” That voice again, he knows that voice. It’s Jesus!

Turning he walks towards the shadowed light filtering through the entrance to the tomb. As he steps outside he hears many shouts and exclamations. He sees his sisters rushing toward him but he has eyes for only one person.

Jesus.

Lazarus looks into the face of the friend he has known since childhood. He stops, shocked. Jesus’ face is etched in sorrow and tears are flowing freely. Jesus steps closer, closing the final distance between them and pulls Lazarus into a hard embrace. The two men stand silently, acknowledging the past and leaving the future to tomorrow.

Suddenly his sisters Martha and Mary are pulling him into hugs and kisses and shouting prayers of thanksgiving.

As Lazarus is led from the tombs and toward home he feels slightly dazed. Turning to look at the man walking confidently beside him Lazarus looks at Jesus. Slowly a smile spreads over his friends face, and his eyes shine with joy.

Lazarus knows who Jesus really is. God’s Son, the Messiah. Martha, Mary and Lazarus have been supporting the Lord for a long time but clearly even they had not quite grasped the magnitude of His power.

Looking over at Jesus, Lazarus shrugs his shoulder and chuckles. “I guess we’re going to have a rather long and interesting conversation,” he tells Jesus.

Jesus throws his head back and laughs. He slaps Lazarus on the back, “We’re going to gather all our family and friends and have a huge celebration of life, my friend.” Leaning closer to him Jesus whispers, “Then you and I will talk about eternal life.”

Based on John 11



The miracle of Lazarus is only found in the gospel of John. John 11:35 “Jesus wept” is the shortest verse in the Bible. Why did Jesus weep? After all, he knew He had the power to raise Lazarus from the dead. In fact he deliberately stayed where he was when he received word from Martha and Mary that Lazarus was dying. Jesus knew it was time to show the complete power of God and leave no doubt that he was God’s son. Raising a man who was four days dead was a show of the mighty power of God Almighty. But when he arrives and sees the sorrow and heartbreak of his friends and those who loved Lazarus he felt compassion and wept with them. We truly have a God who knows mercy and love beyond measure.

When Jesus walked the dusty roads of Judea he became famous for the stories he told. Parables, tales that spoke of one story but hid a far deeper meaning in its words. Wisdom straight from God’s mouth to our ears.

The parable of the ‘Prodigal Son’ is told by Jesus in Luke Chapter 15:11-32. It’s the story of a son who asks for his inheritance and squanders it all on high living and selfishness. But, when he returns, empty and disillusioned, he finds only forgiveness and acceptance from his father.

Many people feel sympathy for the older son, the one who stayed home, and remained good and faithful.

But the true story here is that the father represents God and His willingness to forgive.

Like the father in the 'Prodigal Son', God allows us free will. He lets us go and doesn't forcefully pull us back, although, no doubt, God wants to.

We are free to step away from the Glory of God, to fall into sin and lose our way, sometimes permanently. But for those of us that see the error of our ways and turn back to God there is only grace, love and acceptance.

"So he got up and went to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.

The son said to him, 'Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.'

But the father said to his servants, 'Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let's have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.' So they began to celebrate. (Luke 15:20-24).

That's God, welcoming us with open and loving arms. Grace overshadowing sin. The very essence of Christ.

The older son represents the self righteous leaders of the day (the Pharisees and teachers of the Law). He claims to be the 'good son' but he ends up shaming his father when he refuses to join the celebrations of his brothers return.

The Pharisees were too busy being angry with Jesus. He shook up their cold, harsh religion and instead offered miracles, forgiveness and a radical new pathway into heaven. An invitation to enjoy an incredibly close relationship with God, the Father.

Because Jesus sacrificed himself for us, we can now call the Maker of the Universe, ‘Abba’, an Aramaic word meaning ‘Father or Daddy’.

“Now if we are children, then we are heirs - heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ.” (Romans 8:17).

Luke 15:11-32

Ephesians 2:1-10

Psalm 40:2

John 3:16

Romans 8:14-17

As the sun crested the hill, the women silently made their way toward the tombs of the dead.

They spoke not a word, grief a heavy weight filling their lungs. Each holding on to a memory of the man they had come to honour and revere.

Mary Magdalene in the lead, suddenly stops. She gasps out loud, dropping the herbs and cloths she'd been carrying. The other women rush to her side, concern gathering them into a tight circle.

Blindly they stare in shock at the empty tomb, its door rolled away. Their wide eyes swing toward the Angel sitting on top of the stone door. His appearance flashing like lightening and his clothing white as snow, he turns to stare at the women.

The Roman guards are still stationed outside the tomb, shaking, their eyes wide and their bodies like dead men, gazing in fear at the angel.

The Angel turns and speaks, "Don't be afraid. I know you're looking for Jesus who was crucified. He's not here, for He has risen, just as He said." He waves a hand toward the empty tomb, "Come see, the place where he was lying. Quickly go tell His disciples that He has risen from the dead. He is going ahead of you to Galilee, there you will see Him, just as I have told you." Matthew 28:1-8

The women stand still for a few seconds longer, looking through the opening of the tomb, seeing the empty grave clothes. Then turn and run blindly back the way they had come.

Mary, mother of Jesus suddenly stops. She turns, and with tears of joy flowing down her face, looks up at the Angel, “I knew it couldn't be over," she whispers. "In fact, I would imagine this is just the beginning."

The angel bows his head and smiles, as Mary takes one last look, then turns and follows the women.

Darius pulled the collar of his leather jacket up closer to his chin. The wind was coming from the south, cold and sharp off the Alps. Locking his BMW with a beep, he struts down the brightly lit path. As he enters the hotel complex he feels a tug on his pant leg and looks down.

Sprawled on the sidewalk is a poorly dressed man, haggard, dirty and smelling like he sleeps in a dumpster. He tugs again on Darius trousers, pleading "Give us a dollar, mate, anything to keep the cold away." Irritated, Darius shakes him off and storms into the hotel. Complaining to the staff that it's a disgrace seeing beggars outside the hotel, he insists they move him on.

He continues on to his high class restaurant, meets his friends and has a great evening of wine and splendid food. Never giving the beggar man a second thought.

Hours later, Darius stumbles out the door of the hotel, surprised to see flashing lights. Through bleary eyes he sees an ambulance lifting someone into the back of the emergency vehicle.

Darius asks a weeping staff member "What happened, did somebody get hurt?"

"It's all my fault," she cries. "When you complained, I was told to move him along, but we got busy and I forgot. The temperature dropped dramatically and when I went out to check he had died. The ambulance men said it was hyperthermia."

Darius, shakes his head. "Well, that's one less problem for anyone to deal with."

And he weaves his way to his car, gets behind the wheel and starts to drive home. Too much wine makes him careless and he accelerates too fast on the ramp for the bridge. Skidding on black ice, he smashes into the concrete bridge barrier, which kills him on impact.

Luke 16:19-21 tells the story of the Rich Man and Lazarus. Like the tale of Darius and the beggar man, one man is rich and self centred, living only for himself with no care for others. While the beggar man finds himself with nothing and alone, desperate to find someone, anyone to help him.

In Luke's parable the rich man dies and ends up in hell, seeing Lazarus in heaven he calls for help but is told he did nothing but live for himself in life and will pay for his selfishness in death.

There are many passages in the Bible where we are called to look after the sick, the lonely, the outcasts from family, the ones who cannot look after themselves.

Take a look around you, when was the last time you invited a stranger in for shelter, or clothed the naked, or shared your food with the hungry?

It's the call of God, and He doesn't just expect a few to obey, but all.

It's amazing how many of us were called Mary. First there's Mary, mother of Jesus and her sister-in-law Mary, the wife of Clopas (Alphaeus) whose son James was one of the twelve. Then Mary of Bethany, Lazarus' sister. Mary the mother of Mark and Mary of Rome would eventually round our number to six.

Including myself, of course, Mary Magdalene. All of us followers and disciples of Jesus.
History has been cruel to me, my name slandered and slurred. Men loved to call me a reformed prostitute. But this was not the truth. There is nothing written in the Bible to ever malign me so.

They had confused me with another. There was a fallen woman who came to the house of Simon the Pharisee. She was weeping and her hair was down. She kneels before Jesus and washes his feet with her tears. Then dries them with her hair and pours the finest of oils on his feet.

She says nothing, but her reverence and love for Jesus was in her every gesture. Jesus tells Simon one of his stories, you know, the ones that always leave you amazed. He then rebukes Simon for not treating him as a valued guest and offering him the courtesy of a foot washing when he arrived.

He tells Simon, "Although her sins are many, she has been forgiven." Turning to the woman he gently said, "Your faith has saved you, go in peace."
Shortly after this event I met Jesus and my life was never the same.

I am from a wealthy family in the town of Magdala, on the coast three miles from Capernaum. I suffered from fits and had many mental episodes until Jesus touched me and healed me. It was like night to day, dark despair turned to glorious light. I knew I had been touched by God Himself and followed the Rabbi from that day forward.

Salome, wife of Zebedee, and mother of two of the twelve disciples James and John, was as wealthy as I. We gladly shared our money to feed and nourish the disciples. Working behind the scenes, ensuring our Lord and his followers had food and accommodation as we travelled the many cities and towns.

We were freely using our gifts and ministering to the people with the men. Jesus had no difficulty allowing women to exercise their gifts. He encouraged and supported women as was seen so clearly in his ministry.

But that incredible journey of faith came to an end. Nothing could prepare us for what happened after that triumphant entry into Jerusalem. The atmosphere in the city was electric, the crowd shouting "Hosanna, Hosanna in the Highest!" But it all changed in the blink of an eye and suddenly Jesus was standing before Pilate and was sentenced to death on a cross.

Agony. Standing helpless while they beat him, whipped him, spat on him ... the nails being driven into his hands and feet. I wanted to run away screaming. But so many had already deserted him.

So I made my stand among the others. The disciple John was there, supporting Mary, Jesus' mother. Beside her was Mary's sister-in-law Mary of Clopas, then Salome. We stood in anguish. I fell to my knees, my shaking legs no longer able to hold me up.

We wept.

That day went on forever, but when the sky turned black, I knew our Lord had gone. There was an almighty crack and the earth shook, the wrath of God shaking the world.

We were shattered, unsure of what would happen next. I was relieved to see Joseph and Nicodemus coming towards us with a cart. We numbly watched the soldiers pull down the cross and remove Jesus. Gently the men enfold his body in cloth and they placed him in the cart.

We follow silently. The men quickly prepared his body, the sun is falling. Salome whispers to me that we will return after the Sabbath to prepare him properly. I nod, unable to speak. As the stone rolls down and seals the tomb with a vibrating thud, I blindly turned and followed the others.

The world had become a dark place.

When the day arrived for us to return to the tomb, the sun was just breaking the horizon. We were all silent, each of us in our own thoughts. Women from many different circumstances but all of us touched by God.

Suddenly I had a feeling of such urgency, I rushed ahead. Hope and joy were building inside me where none belonged. Turning the last corner, the tomb came into sight and I stopped, stunned.

The stone was rolled away and an angel was sat on top of it. He speaks, "Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is risen!"

I once knew a man who was given a vision of what God wanted him to do. He knew exactly where he was supposed to go, his God-given vision was clear. But he struggled to answer the call. He was rich, his job paid for expensive cars, holiday homes and all the comforts the world can offer.

This call from God would put him so far outside his comfort zone that he would be vulnerable. He would be in danger. And he would be totally reliant on God. He was afraid.

Are you comfortable? Do you faithfully turn up to church on a Sunday morning and warm a seat? Listen to the sermon, sing a few songs and go home and live your life as usual? Never sharing your faith with those you work with or share your money with those less fortunate than yourself. Are your priorities to grow a big bank balance or drive expensive cars? Is money your god? Is prestige your comfort? Are you rich, blessed and self involved?

Asleep in the light.

Then you're keeping good company with the church in Laodicea. This was an extremely rich church, but poor in spirit. Jesus said this to them:

"I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other! So, because you are lukewarm - neither hot nor cold - I am about to spit you out of my mouth. You say, 'I am rich; I have acquired wealth and do not need a thing.' But you do not realise that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind and naked." (Revelation 3:15-17).

The church at Laodicea had nothing to redeem themselves. But despite all that, Jesus comes and offers an incredible gift: "Those whom I love I rebuke and discipline. So be earnest, and repent. Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me." (Revelations 3:19-20).

This is personal - God loves us. Even when we take our eyes off Him and immerse ourselves in the world, He comes and knocks on the door of our lives and asks to come in. Do we stay in our sin, poor in spirit, blind to the power of God? Or do we buy the gold from Jesus that has been refined by fire and let our sins be covered by His saving Grace.

The danger is to stay where you are, asleep in the light and lukewarm. And God spits you out. Or you can get out of your comfort zone, reach out in faith and see miracles happen.

The rich man I knew, who was struggling for years, finally found the courage to leave his wealth behind and step out in faith. He and his wife are now in Asia, rescuing women and children who have been forced into slavery and prostitution. He is now living in the centre of God's will.

God may call you anywhere, to people of different cultures in faraway lands or to that person who works alongside you at work. Maybe God’s calling you to the neighbour that is lonely or the beggar on the street, or the teenager who is contemplating suicide.

Only one thing is clear, when God says to you: 'Whom shall I send?' Your response should be, without hesitation: "Here I am Lord, send me."

The blowing of the trumpets breaks the tranquil silence of the afternoon. Daniel raises his head, disoriented for a moment, still lost in his prayer and worship of the Almighty God who is the very essence of who he has become.

Something significant was going to happen today. As he slowly gets to his feet, he feels the ache in his tired bones. Stretching his arms over his head, he flings his body into the routine that keeps his 81 year old self, still functioning like a much younger man.

Looking out his window he sees the court messengers scurrying to deliver their decrees. Yes, there will be a show down. Smiling to himself, Daniel turns and walks out of his room and makes his way towards the court yard.

Entering the throne room, Daniel sees the officials gathered around King Darius. Daniel knows of the law his enemies convinced the King to sign. The law that made praying to Jehovah a crime, and the law Daniel had deliberately chosen to ignore.

Seeing the sorrowful look in King Darius' eyes, Daniel knew his time was up.

As the guards seize him and drag him to his punishment, Daniel feels the peace of God descend over him. He hears the King shouting, "Daniel, may the God, whom you serve continually, rescue you." Daniel feels calm as he's led away. After all these many years of captivity, maybe he'll finally be called home.

Approaching the lion’s den, the muted roar of the hungry animals can be heard. As the stone is rolled away from the den, the ferocious sounds of hungry predators and the snapping of jaws is deafening.

Suddenly Daniel is flying through the air and into the darkness. He tenses his body, waiting for the bone crushing splat as he connects with the floor. Several things happen at once. The light is extinguished as the stone is rolled back and Daniel is plunged into darkness. Instead of the bone crushing fall, Daniel's decent is slowed and he finds himself gently standing in place at the bottom of the den. And it is utterly silent.

A bright light illuminates his surroundings and an angel, radiant and majestic spreads his wings. In shock, Daniel looks around, the lions surround him. They are frozen in time, jaws gaping, huge sharp teeth gleaming and saliva dripping in a frozen parody, just inches from his body.

Taking a deep breath, Daniel looks to the angel, "I would assume you are here to protect me?" he asks.

The angel nods, "Make yourself comfortable, Daniel. They won't be opening the den until morning."

"Hmmmm, well in that case," Daniel shuffles closer to the Angel and sits on a nearby rock. "There are quite a few questions I'd like to discuss with you..."

The angel laughs. "Yes, my friend, there is much to discuss. The God of Heaven and Earth is not finished with you yet."

Meanwhile, King Darius was pacing his throne room in anguish, wondering how he ever got tricked into putting Daniel in such jeopardy. And after a sleepless night, he races to the Lion’s den and orders the stone removed.

"Daniel, servant of the living God, has your God, whom you serve continually, been able to rescue you from the lions?"

Daniel answered, "May the king live forever! My God sent his angel, and he shut the mouths of the lions. They have not hurt me, because I was found innocent in his sight. Nor have I ever done any wrong before you, your Majesty."

And when Daniel was lifted out of the lion’s den, no wound was found on him. The King then commanded that all those who had falsely accused Daniel, be thrown into the Lion’s den and before they reached the floor of the den, the lions overpowered them and crushed all their bones.

And King Darius issues a decree: "In every part of my kingdom, people will fear and worship the God of Daniel.

He rescues and saves; He performs signs and wonders in the heavens and on the earth. He has rescued Daniel from the power of the lions."

And Daniel prospered in the reign of Darius and Cyrus the Persian.

Daniel 6

As Joshua watches the last of the tribes of Israel disappear over the hill, he waits. He feels the presence of his own people behind him, waiting patiently for him to finish. Together they will enter the land set aside for themselves.

He knows the price this land has cost them. At night, when he sleeps, battles still rage across his mind, images that will never be erased. His many years weigh heavy on his body as he moves down the hill, each step an echo of the ache that lives deep in his bones. Yes, he's an old man now, but in his soul, he's still that young warrior.

Glancing at the darkening sky he smiles. Soon the stars will appear and the day will be over, but Joshua remembers a day when God listened to a mere mortal and kept the sun and moon motionless.

They had fought to rescue the Gibeons, who had made peace with the Israelites. The five kings of the Amorites attacked them, thinking they'd be vulnerable.

God had sent a hail storm that killed more men than the sword that day, but the critical end of the battle would be lost if the sun set and the enemy would be allowed to escape. Joshua remembers screaming out to Jehovah to stop the sun from sinking and the moon from rising. And God listened to Joshua, his men were able to finish the battle and win the day.

Word of that miracle spread far and wide. Of course, there were already plenty of whispers. Tales of the mighty miracles God had performed with Moses, and when the people crossed the Jordan River and the water rolled back, so the Israelites could cross the river on dry land, those whispers turned into shouts of alarm. It was happening again, this God of the Israelites was something they had never encountered before, and they were filled with fear.

God sent his Angel in charge of the Heavenly Hosts to guide Joshua. The intense training and military strategy taught that day, still made his head spin.

Then came Jericho, that great walled city, none could conquer. Shaking his head, Joshua laughs; they didn't know or understand the power of the Almighty. Nor the faith and obedience that allowed it all to happen.

Caleb once asked him, "How do you do it? How do you accept this mantel of leadership so well? You have never seemed to struggle with the burden of power nor has your faith wavered."

"God Himself has told me to be strong and courageous, so what else can I do?" He'd replied. "The Maker of Heaven and Earth is with me - all I need do is have faith and be obedient. God will do the rest."

Joshua looks up at the now dark sky; thousands of sparkling stars shine from the velvet darkness. Yes, they had fought many battles and won the prize. As he turns to join his people and, at last, enjoy the fruit of the Promised Land, he recalls his last words to the tribes. He had to warn them; not all the evil has been vanquished from this land that God has given them. There were still dangers left that needed to be resolved. He sighs, how long will his people obey and sacrifice? Their history would suggest this peace would not be a lasting one.

But as for him, he's run his race, and the prize is looming on the horizon. All he can do now is continue to live his life the way he always has:

"As for me and my household, we will serve the Lord."

The Book of Joshua

Numbers 27:18-20

1 Chronicles 7:27

Exodus 17, 32:17

Numbers 13:17, 14:6, 27:18

Psalm 121:1-2

I Lift my eyes toward the mountains.

Where will my help come from?

My help comes from the Lord,

The Maker of heaven and earth.

The "Songs of Ascent" are a special group of psalms written over 3,000 years ago by King David, his son Solomon and other unknown writers.

Pilgrims making their way to celebrate the yearly festivals in Jerusalem sang or spoke aloud these special psalms. As Jerusalem is built on a hill the people ascended up into the city. Then they would go to the temple, through the Huldah Gates, and up the stairs to the Temple Mount.

The Priests of the temple also used these psalms as they went up the stairs and into the temple, preparing themselves to serve God.

Thousands of years later, these beautiful psalms still resonate the many ways that God speaks to us in our walk with Him. John Calvin, the French theologian and great evangelical leader calls these psalms, "A mirror of the soul". They are a powerful way to worship God through prayer and song.

So next time you feel the need to go on a journey, whether spiritual or figuratively then check out this group of psalms and let God lift you to an amazing place.

Psalms of Ascent

Psalm 120 - God's presence - peace.

Psalm 121 - Joy and Praise

Psalm 122 - Jerusalem - Church. (King David)

Psalm 123 - God's Mercy.

Psalm 124 - Help from danger. (King David)

Psalm 125 - Security- trust.

Psalm 126 - God's works.

Psalm 127 - Blessings. (Solomon)

Psalm 128 - Family.

Psalm 129 - Perseverance - let go of the past.

Psalm 130 - Forgiveness - freedom.

Psalm 131 - Surrender - humility. (King David)

Psalm 132 - Sovereign - self-denial.

Psalm 133 - Fellowship, teamwork (King David)

Psalm 134 - Praise - end of journey.

Lifting the heavy bar and dropping it into its slot, he secures the compound. The last rays of daylight have disappeared over the distant mountains.,

Turning toward home, Noah takes a moment and stares up at the star studded sky, breathing in the smell of oranges from a nearby tree. Sensing the presence of God, Noah drops to his knees and bows his head. A soft whisper of wind ruffles his hair and he is gently pulled to his feet.

"Come, walk with me Noah, I have much to tell you." Turning, Noah feels surrounded by a familiar presence, warm and protective, all encompassing and secure. These moments in the presence of God are fleeting but always leave him revived and refreshed. Centred in a way that cannot be explained. God's voice speaks, "I have decided to destroy the human race." Noah gasps, and speaks without thinking, "All of us?"

"All, except you and your family. Ten generations since Adam and Eve and humans only think evil and act evil. Sin has consequences, and judgement will be delivered. Your heart has stayed true, Noah. When you encounter evil you preach goodness."

Noah struggles with what God has told him, "Surely there are more worthy of saving, my Lord.

"I have a plan," God replies, "it will take over a hundred years for you to complete this plan, you can still preach and try to redeem this fallen world."

Excited Noah cries, "Yes, what is this plan and how can I assist?"

"I will send a mighty flood that will cover the whole earth and everything will be destroyed. You will build a boat for your family to survive."

"A boat? I have no idea how to build a boat." Suddenly the vision of a huge boat floats through Noah's mind. The blueprints, clear and the instructions understandable.

"It's a big boat, Noah. 145.6 metres long, 24.1 metres wide, 14.46 meters tall, it will weigh 1,200,000 kilos - the size of, what they will call in the future, a cargo ship." Noah is stunned. "How can something that big float?"

"Trust me Noah, this boat will be unsinkable, and it's made, to simply float. I will steer the boat and keep you safe."

"So besides my lovely wife, and our three sons; Shem, Ham and Japheth. And their wives .... eight of us, who else will share this huge boat?” “The birds of the air, the animals of the land and all creeping things of the earth, must be saved."

Suddenly, a vision of the next hundred years flashes through Noah's brain. Climbing mountains and tramping through jungles hunting and capturing all of God's creation.

"I guess it's going to take a hundred years to round up all living creatures." God laughs. Noah feels it in the quaking of the earth and the blowing of the wind. But most of all, in the presence of his soul. "No, my son, I will not make this task too heavy for you to carry. I will send to you, two of every kind of creature, and you will be in charge of keeping them alive." Noah ponders all that God has shown him. "The people will think I'm crazy!" he admits.

God responds, "Absolutely."

"They'll think I'm crazy for one hundred years..."

"This is true," God says. "I picked you, Noah, for a reason."

"And when the floods come, and my family and I, and the creatures are all safe inside…” "When the time is right," God confirms "I and I alone, will seal and shut the door!"

Noah goes over the plan in his head, seeing all that he has to do to complete God's plan. How they will float for over a year while the world is covered in water. And then the chance to begin again. God continues, "Future, generations will refer to this boat as an Ark. It will be seen as a place of protection, security and refuge. And this Ark will be called 'Noah's Ark'.”

When Noah makes his way back home, his mind is overflowing with information. So much to do, so little time, tomorrow he must start work on "Noah's Ark". The fact that this project will find its place in history, doesn't make Noah feel arrogant and prideful. Instead, he feels humbled, that God has chosen him to lead this mission. Hearing Noah's thoughts, God smiles, maybe there will be others like Noah in the new future, men and women with true hearts and selfless courage.

God cannot live with sin and sin has consequences. In Noah's time, grace appeared in the shape of an Ark.

Judgement is still coming but today, grace is seen in the symbol of the cross.

Jesus is the only way to redemption.

Have you met Him yet?

As the big doors of the throne room close with a resounding thud, Solomon sinks slowly onto his throne. Today he's feeling every one of his considerable years. He sighs and drops his head into his hands.

Silence fills the huge room. Solomon had cleared all court officials, workers and hangers on so he could listen to his trusted friend and advisor in privacy.

The news wasn't good, nor was it truly unexpected. He had sinned and lost his way. He had chosen a path that took him away from the splendour of God and he had done it with his eyes wide open. For a moment he remembers the words of his father, David. "Walk in obedience to him, and keep his decrees and commands ...." closing his eyes, Solomon can see his father, sitting beside him, counseling him, all those years ago.

David had put his hands on his sons shoulders, tugged him close and said, "If your descendants watch how they live, and if they walk faithfully before God, with all their heart and soul, you will never fail to have a successor on the throne of Israel."

Yet today's news had told him this Kingdom he had fought so hard to make great, would no longer be united. Ten of the twelve tribes of Israel would be ruled by another. The only saving grace, none of this will happen until he is gone. And only because of God's covenant with his father, David.

Suddenly Solomon surges out of his seat and strides out of the throne room. He makes his way outside and demands that his chariot be brought quickly - he's going to the temple.

As he walks up the steps, Solomon stops, looks up at the splendour and majesty of the building he built to honour God. The wind kicks up, blowing softly across his face. Thoughts run through his head, chasing the wind .... nothing new under the sun. When did he get so jaded, so very lost.

He continues up the steps and stops outside the doors that have just opened with a flourish by his ever present servants. Slowly he enters and takes a seat at the back, unwilling to go further into this glorious sanctuary of God.

His mind tumbles through the years, back to the days when life was exciting and God gave him such visions... this temple that took seven long years to build. Finally a home for the Ark of the Covenant, so the nomad nation of Israel could say they had finally arrived. His Palace took even longer to build, thirteen years to create perfection.

Then it was like he was on a roll, many great cities and fortified towns - Megiddo, Hazor, Gezer. Garrisons to house his cavalry, incredible waterways in cities built to withstand sieges. He was building a kingdom to be feared.

And the many alliances to ensure peace. And peace they had, after centuries of warfare Israel experienced decades of peace. But here he'd made a fatal mistake. The flaw in his plans, the marriages to women of other nations. And the false idols and gods they brought to his country, that he'd let slip into his heart and, worst of all, into the presence of the most high.

Arrogance and ignorance - his and his alone. He knew just how caught up he was in the sexual sins and debauched lifestyle he lived. And how very far away from the presence of God he had travelled. Whatever happened to the man who wrote the book of Proverbs? For the wisest man in the world he had been pretty stupid.

He owns 12,000 horses with horsemen, 1,400 chariots, has more wealth than he knew what to do with and 700 wives and 300 concubines. Even he could no longer tell who they all were, the absurdity makes him laugh.

Then he sobers as he remembers a lesson given by a Rabbi, when he was a young man. From the words of Moses on how Kings should behave: "They are not to acquire many horses, should not have many wives or excess silver and gold. And they must write a copy of the law, and read God's instructions everyday of their lives."

He couldn't be more opposite from this description of obedience and good behaviour. He shudders in self disgust. Yes, that was him, living a life that has left him full, yet far from satisfied.

His failures rush over him, overwhelming him, dropping him to his knees. He cries out in anguish. Closing his eyes he prays to the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. To the God of David, King of all Israel and the keeper of God's heart. And finally he prays to the God of Solomon, whispering for forgiveness and pleading for redemption.

As tears run down his face he hears the whisper of words, rushing through his head. Yes, he needs to write it all down, how he got to this place, simply chasing the wind, finding nothing new under the sun.

And now, here before Jehovah, accepting his punishment, realising he needs to give others a warning. His own conclusion: "Fear God and obey his commands, for this is everyone's duty. For God will bring every deed into judgment, including every hidden thing, whether it is good or evil."

The book of Ecclesiastes

1 Kings 2-11

Deuteronomy 17:14-11

The wind at the top of Mount Carmel held a sharp sting that boded no good for the flailing prophets of Baal, struggling to breath life into their stone idol.

Elijah stands quietly watching their almost comical desperation, his tall frame highlighted by the sun, throwing his face in shadow.

He fights to control his rage. Taking a deep breath he struggles for calm. It wouldn't do for these men to sense he wanted to slay all of them right now. This was a battle he knew the prophets of Baal would loose, but it had to be a lesson well learned by the silent people watching.

These evil prophets had been causing destruction and despair in Israel since the time of Joshua. This show down had been a long time coming. Just the thought of the many children murdered and sacrificed over the years, to satisfy this cult, drove Elijah insane.

He takes a long look toward the people of Israel who were called here to witness this battle. They stand confused and yet oddly defiant. He sighs. How long will his people continue to break the heart of God by following idols and doing evil in His sight. Yet Jehovah shows endless love and relentless mercy.

The challenge has been accepted: a sacrifice set before the prophets of Baal and one before Elijah. Each opponent calls to their God and the God that sets fire to the sacrifice first - proves that God is the one and only God.

Stepping closer to the wailing prophets, Elijah raises his voice. "Shout louder!" he taunts them. "Surely he is God! Perhaps he is deep in thought, or busy, or traveling? Maybe he is sleeping and must be awakened?"

The prophets of Baal become enraged at his taunts. They start to slash and cut themselves with knives and swords, offering a blood sacrifice.

But there is no response, and no sign from their god of the fire that is needed to burn their sacrifice.

Elijah calls his people, "Come here to me!"

He lays an altar to the Lord using twelve stones to represent the twelve tribes descended from Jacob. "Your name shall be Israel," he murmurs.

Then he instructs that a trench be dug around the altar. Ordering his people to fill four large jars with water he tells them to pour it on the offering and the wood.

As the waiting crowd watch they start to murmur.

Elijah then says, "Do it again. Then repeat it a third time." The water is now flowing down and around the altar, filling the trench.

By this time the shouts from the crowd are loud, confused and alarmed.

Elijah raises his hands and quiet descends on the mountaintop. The only sound is the wind, rustling in the trees. Even the prophets of Baal have fallen silent.

"God has already proven He is in control of this world. He said there would be no rain and it has not rained for three and a half years."

Elijah glares at the people, "But you have refused to turn from your wicked ways!

Now watch closely and learn where the true power comes from, the one and only God of heaven and earth."

Elijah moves toward the altar, raises his hands and throws back his head and prays in a voice that sends a ripple through the air.

"Lord, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Israel, let it be known today that you are God in Israel and that I am your servant and have done all these things at your command.

Answer me, Lord, answer me, so these people will know that you, Lord, are God, and that you are turning their hearts back again."

Then a mighty crack sounded that shook the whole mountain and fire from God fell from the sky burning up the sacrifice, the wood, the stones, the soil and also the water in the trench.

All the people fell flat on their faces and cried, "The Lord, He is God. The Lord, He is God."

Elijah turns to the prophets of Baal and commands the people, "Seize them, don't let any get away."

Taking them to the valley of Kishon they are slaughtered and finally the Promised Land is rid of their evil.

Elijah climbs back up the mountain and kneels to pray, knowing God will now, once again, send rain, to the Promised land. A short time later, he smiles, lifts his face to the sky, and thanks his God, as he feels the first rain drops splash and drop down his face.

1 Kings 18

"Don't venture out tonight, Jupiter is on the rise."

"Today, romance is in the air, your chance to grab it."

Some people won't start their day unless they check their horoscope.

Others can't make any life changing decisions unless their medium or clairvoyant has done a reading for them.

Magazines, radio, the internet and TV, all promote and hook people into this deception. It's a multi billion dollar business. Preying on the gullible and the insecure, those cut adrift from what true faith in God is all about.

Horoscopes: Based on the stars aligned at your birth. Ancient tradition of astrology: study of movement of celestial bodies, having an influence on human affairs.

Tarot cards: Used to read the future of people's lives. But when Tarot Cards first hit the world, designed in Italy in the early 1400's they were used as a simple card game, much like our modern day game of Bridge. It's only taken on a much more sinister purpose in recent history.

The Bible is clear that we, as believers of the One True God, must stay clear of mediums, witches, spiritualists, horoscopes and astrology.

God and God alone knows our future and holds it safe in His hands.

All the more amazing that in 1 Samuel 28, King Saul finds himself desperate to talk to God only to find that God no longer speaks to him.

Saul, had already fallen out of favour with God for being disobedient but when the whole Philistine army came calling and he finds he's totally outnumbered, he cries out for help to God.

But God no longer wants to talk to Saul. His next go to person is the prophet Samuel. But unfortunately for Saul, Samuel is dead.

But that doesn't stop Saul. He instructs his people to go find a medium/witch that can communicate with the ghost of Samuel.

So in disguise and under the cover of darkness, Saul goes with his men to Endor to meet with a medium.

The woman reluctantly agrees to help Saul and calls forth the spirit of Samuel. But she cries out in terror minutes later when the ghost of Samuel actually arrives. Clearly the medium had never called forth a real presence before.

Samuel is not happy. "Why do you consult me now that the Lord has turned away from you and become your enemy?" cries Samuel.

Saul is told that he will lose the battle with the Philistines tomorrow and he and his sons will be joining Samuel in the afterlife. Saul distraught on learning of his demise falls flat on the ground, shaking in fear.

Why does God allow this confrontation to take place when scripture clearly speaks out against it? This passage is not to be used as a basis to contact the dead through mediums.

But God has used unusual methods to communicate to man before. In the book of Numbers, to get Balaam's attention, God gives his donkey the power of speech. (Numbers 22:21-39).

God had a message to give to Saul and an even bigger message regarding those who interfere in the spiritual realm for their own gain. Samuel appeared through no trick or magic from the witch/medium but because God was in control.

Saul ultimately pays the price for his decision to seek out Samuel by using methods that God has expressly forbidden.

Leaving us with a clear reminder that to dabble with the occult and any other form of divination leads only to destruction.

1 Samuel 28 - 1 Samuel 31

Deuteronomy 18:10-14; Leviticus 19:26,31; Leviticus 20:27; Jeremiah 27:9,10; Daniel: 2:10-11; 4:7; Acts 16:16-19; 1 John 4:1-3.

"Where is he going?" John asks. Peter realises he said that last thought out loud. Glancing at James and John he shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head. Mystified.

Not entirely sure what's going on Peter blurts out the first thing in his head. "Lord, it is good for us to be here. If you wish, I will put up three tents, one for you, one for Moses and one for Elijah."

Suddenly a thick mist covers the mountain and the men can no longer see. They are afraid.

Then God speaks, "This is my son, whom I have chosen, listen to him."

When the cloud lifts, they are alone on the mountain with Jesus. Peter stares at his Lord and He looks at each of them in turn. Stepping closer and drawing them into a tight circle he embraces them. His skin and countenance are back to normal but the air around him is crackling, like sparks of lightening.

Peter opens his mouth to speak the many questions going through his mind. But Jesus shakes his head. "No, Peter. No one must know what has been revealed tonight. One day, and you will know when, the whole world will be told."

Making their way down the mountain, Peter, James and John are silent, each man lost in his own thoughts. The road ahead used to be clear, now the magnitude of what is happening starts to sink in.

Peter is beginning to realise that the keys to the Kingdom are much more elusive than he first thought. They had just witnessed the glory of God, up front and personal.

Their mission just got harder. Peter had the feeling that the battle ahead would not only cost him his life, but his very soul.

Matthew 17:1-8; Mark 9:2-8; Luke 9:28-36; John 1:14; 2 Peter 1:16-18

The stage production of Jesus Christ Superstar conquered the world in the late 70's. It was full of catchy songs, great stage production and was performed by some of the world’s famous rock musicians.

But what stuck in my mind, even after all these years was the performance of Judas when he sang “Jesus Christ, Superstar." The lyrics go:

"Every time I look at you, I don’t understand... Why’d you choose such a backward time and such a strange land?

If you’d come today you could have reached a whole nation.

Israel in 4 BC had no mass communication.”

Why did God choose to send His son at such a volatile and hostile time?

The Jewish nation had suffered centuries of exile or occupation. First, by the Assyrians then the Babylonians, followed by the Persian’s, Greeks and lastly the Romans. They were tired of not being in control of their own destinies and desperate to see the promised Messiah. A Messiah who, they thought, would rescue them, liberate them, probably with a mighty army and a massive uprising.

But God’s timing is always perfect and into this hotbed of unrest and anger, walks Jesus of Nazareth, a Carpenters son. But instead of an army he preached forgiveness and talked about turning the other cheek.

He radically challenged the Pharisees, the ruling religious leaders of the day. Bringing the Kingdom of God into the homes of sinners and ushering in the concept of Grace.

Teaching all who had ears to hear about the heart of God, rocking the world and bursting open the gates of heaven. Not the Messiah the Jews were looking for at all – and many missed the gift He was sent to give.

So why is Jesus depicted throughout history in paintings, murals and books as a pale, washed out man with or without a halo? Most films portray Jesus as a softly spoken, timid man who speaks words of wisdom but frankly, would not inspire anyone to “take up their cross and follow Him.”

Do you think such a magnetic, amazing leader would be wishy-washy and uninspiring?

Of course not! We are talking about the Son of God.

The Bible gives no physical description of Jesus. Probably because mankind tends to be obsessed with looks and history shows the mistaken belief that images and statues can then be worshiped and bowed down to.

When Jesus spoke everyone listened.

He turned water into wine, feed 5,000 with only five loaves and two fish.

He cleared the temple, chasing out the money lenders who were using the Temple of God for profit.

He walked on water, healed the sick, and even raised the dead. When He drove out demons, they quaked in fear and knew His name.

He preached a radical freedom to repentant sinners and promoted an unheard of personal relationship with God.

And when he called twelve men (his disciples) to leave everything they knew behind them and follow him – they did.

How does your faith weather the hardest times in your life? When God seems far away and life is in a downward spiral, do you dig in and hold onto your faith? Are you hanging on by your finger nails, clutching at the very edge of the cliff or do you let go and find that place of peace that only God can give you?

Horatio Spafford (1828-1888) was an American Lawyer and Presbyterian church elder. When Norwegian Anna Larsson stepped into his Sunday School Class, it was love at first sight. They were married in 1862.

Investing in real estate, the Spafford's lost most of their money in the great Fire of Chicago in 1871. Despite their personal loss they spent the next two years doing welfare work for the fire refugees.

Two years later in 1873, Horatio decided his wife needed a break and planned an extended holiday in Europe, planning to eventually make their way to London to support his good friend Evangelist Dwight L. Moody, who was preaching in London. Just before they sailed, Horatio was detained on business so he decided to join them later, on another boat. So Anna and their four daughters (Anna 11, Margaret-Lee 9, Elizabeth 5, and Tanetta 2) set sail on the Ville de Havre.

On November 22 1873, crossing the Atlantic, the luxury steamship, was struck by an iron sailing vessel. The Ville de Havre, so badly damaged, sank in only 12 minutes. Rescuers pulled 27 survivors out of the icy, cold Atlantic Ocean.

That day 226 people died, including all four of Horatio and Anna's children.

Anna was found unconscious on a piece of drift wood, by the ship that collided with the Ville de Havre - the Lochearn, which itself was in danger of sinking. Fortunately a cargo ship the Trimountain arrived to save the survivors.

Nine days after the shipwreck Anna landed in Cardiff, Wales, and cabled Horatio, “Saved alone. What shall I do…"

Despite being overcome with despair and grief, Anna felt strongly that she was saved for a purpose.

After receiving Anna's telegram, Horatio immediately left Chicago to bring his wife home. On the Atlantic crossing, the captain of his ship called Horatio to his cabin to tell him they were passing over the spot where his four daughters had perished.

He later wrote to Rachel, his wife's half-sister, “On Thursday last we passed over the spot where she went down, in mid-ocean, the waters three miles deep. But I do not think of our dear ones there. They are safe, folded, in the arms of Jesus.”

We can only imagine the depth of his feelings when they passed the spot where his children had drowned. Four precious, beautiful children, lost to him. His wife waiting for him, devastated and alone. And out of the depths of his sorrow, with God carrying him through those dark and shattering days of grief, Horatio wrote this hymn, still sung today, one of the most popular hymns of all time.

Interestingly, the music written for this hymn by Phillip Bliss was named Ville de Havre, after the ship on which Spafford's daughters died.

Upon returning to Chicago, Anna and Horatio had two more children, Bertha, and Horatio but tragedy was to strike them again, when three year old Horatio died of scarlet fever.

The couple’s faith remained strong in the face of these difficult times and Horatio decided to make a pilgrimage to the Holy Land. In a letter to a friend, Horatio explained: ‘Jerusalem is where my Lord lived, suffered and conquered, and I, too, wish to learn how to live, suffer and, especially, to conquer.'

Six months after the birth of another daughter, Grace, the Spaffords and a few friends set off for Jerusalem, arriving there in September 1881. The group settled in a house in the Old City that is built against the northern medieval city wall. They came to be known as 'The American Colony' later joined by some Swedish Christians. They engage in humanitarian aid, without overt Christian teaching thereby gaining the support of Muslim, Jewish and Christian Communities.

When World War One arrived, during and specially after the war, the American Colony played a vital role in helping and supporting these communities who suffered great tragedy. They supported them with Soup Kitchens, running hospitals and orphanages. During this time they met a young orphaned teenage boy Jacob Eliiahu (from a Turkish Jewish family) who they later adopted.

In 1925 Horatio and Anna's daughter, Bertha continued her parent’s vision with specialising in caring for disadvantaged children. The Spafford Children's centre is still found in Jerusalem today.

The moving spirit that set the American Colony apart remains. In an area where sectarian conflict is high, the centre is staffed with people of many different faiths, all working together for a common good.

You can't help feeling that the continued humanitarian work in Jerusalem would bring Horatio and Anna happiness.

"But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not faint." (Isaiah 40:31).

The apostle Paul opens the twelfth chapter of his second letter to the Church in Corinth with an astonishing claim. “I know a man in Christ who fourteen years ago, was caught up in the third heaven.” When I first read this passage, I was confused, what does he mean by “third heaven?" Surely there is only one?

So, how many heavens does the Bible refer to?

The word “Heaven” is used 582 times in the Bible (varying slightly depending on which version you use). Genesis 1:1 says that God created “the heavens” plural.

The first heaven is the atmosphere around the earth. This heaven contains clouds, rains, birds etc. (Genesis 2:1, James 5:18).

The second heaven is outer space and other celestial objects (Isaiah 40:26, Matthew 24:29).

The third heaven is the dwelling of God where Jesus promised to prepare a place for believers (John 14:2). The Apostle John was also privileged to see and report on the heavenly city (Revelation 21:10-27), and Stephen knew he was going into the presence of the Lord (Acts 7:55).

Paul boasts about his weakness. Why? So the power of Christ would remain in him. What a lesson to learn, and so opposite to this world of glory and self-admiration. When Paul speaks about his encounter with the third heaven, he is not speaking of another man’s experience but of his own encounter with Jesus on the road to Damascus (Acts Chapter 9). But as he says further in the chapter, he has no wish to boast or claim to be more than he is. That he was, in fact, given a thorn in the flesh to keep him from being conceited or proud.

And even though he asked the Lord to remove this thorn, he was told three times; “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”

How do like God to give us an amazing experience and then to do something to keep our feet solidly on the ground.

May we be able to say with Paul, “For Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” (2 Corinthians 12:2-10).

Every time I watch the 6 o’clock news, I wish I hadn’t. It’s always bad. It reminds me why I love movies that have a happy ending. Reality disappoints, the bad guys, more often than not, win.

Suicide bombers exploding themselves all over the pavement and taking innocent people with them. Drunk people getting behind the wheel and killing others, and countless drug dealers forcing people into lives of misery.

So if God is in charge, then why does it seem evil wins? Aren’t the guys wearing the white hats supposed to beat the bad guys?

Habakkuk, a prophet in Judah, during 600 BC, was braver than most, because he didn’t just think this question, he asked God directly.

Habakkuk was at his wits end. Fellow prophet Jeremiah’s call for the Israelites to turn from their evil ways, was falling on deaf ears. The majority, of what was left of the Jewish nation, were far from God, living in sin.

So Habakkuk had a brief rant at God. He complained that God wasn’t listening to his prayers, and that the violence had to stop. He asked God how He could look at such injustice and do nothing.

But God, is God the father. When we are scared, alone or grieving, God allows us to question, to be angry, to admit we are lost and we don’t understand. Especially when we’re hurting.

So God’s reply to Habakkuk is patient, he assures him that the evil ways of the people will soon be over. God was going to allow the feared and godless Babylonians to overrun and overtake the Jewish people. But not all would perish in captivity. God would redeem the faithful, vowing to bring them back to the promised land, after a time.

The world sees fate or fortune dictating our lives, not an all knowing God. But those who know God, know differently.

Patience, wisdom and faith. These are the attributes we need when we don’t understand what God is doing in our lives. Then faith will turn into vision and our eyes will be opened.

Reuben sits behind his desk and leans wearily into his chair. He'd never felt so exhausted in his whole life. Back to back assignments, working part-time and now an essay thrown at him at late notice. Resting his head on the back of his chair he tries to get his tired brain to focus.

"Come up with something different Reuben," his tutor said. "You, of all my students, have an amazing giftwith words, look at this famous Bible story with new eyes," he challenges. "Try a different perspective.""Easy for him to say," Reuben mutters. He pushes his hands through his short blond hair, musing it up and leaving him looking a lot younger than his 25 years.

How can you retell the story of David and Goliath with a new twist? Everyone knows it, it's the go to Sunday School drama. As Reuben's tired brain flicks through one scenario after another, his eye lids droop, his head falls back and he slips into a deep sleep ......

Walking through a forest, blazing sun overhead, Reuben enjoys the shade from the overhead branches. Man, it's hot! The trickle of water gently bubbling in the distance, makes his dry mouth desperate for a drink. As the sound grows louder, Reuben breaks through the trees and sees the stream meandering down the hillside. Rushing forward, he goes to his knees and drinks deeply.

Kneeling by the water, feeling refreshed, Reuben suddenly becomes aware of a distant rumbling. Like anoncoming train, building in crescendo till it's on top of you. Lifting his head he looks around, what could it be?"

It's those cursed Philistines." A voice behind him says.
Whirling around and jumping to his feet, Reuben comes face to face with a young man. Brown shaggy hair falling around his shoulders, he stands with the ease and strength of a fighter. Tall and broad shouldered, he has an amazing face, handsome, yet regal. His dark eyes, alight with intelligence and the wisdom of someone much older.

"Excuse me?" Reuben asks.

The young man gestures with one of his hands down the hill. "Goliath, he's down in the valley posturing and waving his sword around. Terrifying the whole Israeli army. Of course he's a mean Bast....
"You can't be ...." Reuben interrupts stumbling backward. "I mean, I can't be....

"The man reaches out and steadies Reuben, tugging him closer he says "I am and I can. This is your dream Reuben, come, listen and learn."
He turns suddenly and goes down the hill. Reuben follows in a daze, not sure he hasn't gone mad. The sound of voices can now be heard from the valley below.
As the man stops at a ridge, he looks down and speaks softly. In fact his voice shouldn't have carried to Reuben, but he heard him clearly.

"It made me angry.

"Shaking his head and coming to stand beside him Reuben asks "What made you angry?

"He turns to look at Reuben. "Not what, but who," he responds. Then he flings his arms wide and gesturestoward the valley. "Them," he vehemently exclaims.
Reuben turns and looks down.

Two armies are camped either side of the gully. One army standing rigid and deathly silent. The other shouting and jeering. And in the middle... he feels his jaw dropping and he can only stare, dumbstruck. A giant of a man dwarfed all those around him, muscles bulging and armour gleaming in the sun. He was shouting and swinging his mighty sword above his head.

He looks at the young man beside him, knowing without a doubt who he is now. David dips his head, takes a deep breath and says, "I couldn't understand why they stood there so undecided," he declares.

"For forty days and nights Goliath came strutting out in all his glory and taunted them. Forty days, and all that time they were afraid," he sighs.
Reuben glances back down the valley and says "He's very intimidating. Not to mention scary - look at thesize of him! And could a sword get any bigger?
David stares at him with a disappointed look Reuben feels all the way to his soul. Clearly, he thinks to himself, there's something I'm missing here.

David gestures again to the armies facing each other in the valley. "There stands the mighty Israeli army. God's chosen people. Do they look very chosen to you? This battle has very little to do with territory or revenge and everything to do with faith and honour.
"Suddenly David turns and makes his way toward the stream. Kneeling down he gathers a bunch of round, flat pebbles. Swiftly he checks them, discarding some and keeping others. Then he rises and slipsthem into the bag he has over his shoulder.

Turning back, he says "I'm going down there soon to confront not only that oversized Philistine," he spits out, "but my own people. We," he smacks his chest, "are God's chosen people, blessed by the one true God." He points angrily down the hill, "This Philistine is insulting the maker of heaven and earth. Yet they are silent!" he yells his voice echoing through the canyon.

He stops takes a deep breath, and we both look down at the scene in the valley beneath us. Chaos seems to reign down there, the frenzied Philistines and the stoic Israelites.

David suddenly turns to me and smiles. His face once again calm and controlled. "I learnt long ago that faith and blind trust are the most important assets you can have. It's impossible to please God without them. Expect the unexpected. It teaches you to believe in things that have never happened before.

"He laughs, throwing his head back and his arms to the sky and shouts, "Keep your eyes fixed on the onewho is invisible." Then he looks at me and commands, "And never, ever turn away from God Almighty.

"He glances once more into the valley then reaches out and grabs my shoulder. "Have you found what you were looking for?" he asks.

Reuben stares at the most famous King in all of history. Understanding the deep love David holds for God. That unshakable faith will send this young man down this hill, into that valley, to slay an enemy that common sense claims, can't be done.

No wonder God loves David so much. He carries the heart of God deep inside of him. And it was there for everyone to see.

Reuben nods, eyes stinging and reaches out to him ..... but there's only air, where once a mighty warrior stood.

Suddenly Reuben is transported back to his room. Shaking his head, he tries to focus. Wow! That was anincredible dream. Racing to his desk he reaches for his laptop, eager to start writing all the words bubbling through his brain.
Then he stops, frozen. There, sitting on the top of his closed laptop, is a round flat pebble. Perfect in weight and shape for a slingshot.

Reuben walks the rest of the way over to the desk and picks up the pebble. Smiling he shifts the stone from one hand to another, unconsciously mimicking the young man who would one day be king.

Obviously God wants him to remember this message was not only real, but a fundamental foundation for all believers. Falling to his knees, Reuben starts praying that he too can be filled with the fire and the faithof that remarkable king.

1 Samuel 17 and Hebrews 1

Do you feel like running away when God calls you? If the answer is yes, then you can probably relate to Jonah.

He was called to Ninevah to save the Assyrians but instead took a fast ship going in the opposite direction. He was determined to put thousands of miles between him and the people God had told him to reach.

What was wrong with Jonah? God was very clear what He wanted from him. Why run? The real question is, what was wrong with the people of Ninevah?

The Assyrians controlled an area in the Middle East that is now Iran, Syria, Jordan and Lebanon. They were the first nation to harness the power of iron used in weaponry, which gave them an incredible advantage in battle. In seventh century BC, they controlled the eastern shores of the Mediterranean.

Their capital was Ninevah, one of the greatest cities of ancient times, located on the outskirts of Mosul in modern-day northern Iraq. It was on the eastern bank of the Tigris River and was the capital of the Neo-Assyrian Empire. Recent excavations in Mesopotamia have confirmed that it took a three day journey to go around this city as written in Jonah 3:3.

The Assyrians were a mean and cruel race of people, using such horrific torture methods as impaling their enemies and flaying the skin off their victims. So a modern equivalent for Jonah going to Ninevah, would be God sending you to war-torn Syria today and telling you to preach to ISIS rebels.

Jonah knew God was offering salvation - but he felt they deserved eternal damnation. Every single one of them.

Jonah's story is a great read. He's thrown overboard on the ship that was supposed to help him escape. Then he's swallowed by a big fish and lives inside this fish for three days and three nights.

Having plenty of time to contemplate his situation, Jonah starts praying; "I have been banished from your sight, yet I will look again to you." (Jonah 2:4), "What I have vowed I will make good - 'Salvation comes from the Lord.’ “(Jonah 2:9)

So God makes the fish vomit Jonah onto dry land. Again He tells Jonah to go to Ninevah. This time he obeys.For three days Jonah travels around Ninevah, warning the Assyrians that unless they turn to God, their city will be destroyed.

After hearing Jonah's message, the Assyrian King calls for fasting and praying and the entire city repented. God's grace was extended for a time to the Assyrians. (Jonah 3:10).

In fact, Jesus, in his earthly ministry mentions Ninevah, when he's frustrated with the Pharisees and their stubbornness;

"The men of Nineveh will stand up at the judgement with this generation and condemn it; for they repented at the preaching of Jonah, and now something greater than Jonah is here." (Matthew 12:41)

What can we learn from Jonah? God used Jonah to save the people in the city of Ninevah, at that time. Later the opportunity was lost and another generation of Assyrian people returned to their evil ways. So God moves when He sees fit, His timing is always perfect

In 612 BC Ninevah was completely destroyed by the Medes, Babylonians and Scythians. It was so completely annihilated that even it's location was forgotten, until British archaeologist, Sir Austen Layard, uncovered its ruins in the nineteenth century.

So, like Jonah, everyone who thinks they've met their limits, remember - it's not over. When God calls you - respond positively. Because as God reminds us; "Can a man hide himself in secret places so that I cannot see him? Do I not fill heaven and earth?” (Jeremiah 23:24).

We are called to keep fighting the darkness, to never give up, even when we think we're finished. Continue running the race that God has set before us, out of the darkness and into the light.

Then Peter came to Jesus and asked, "Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother or sister who sins against me? Jesus answered, "I tell you, not seven times but seventy times seven." (Matthew 18:21-22)

Forgiveness. Something we all long for but don't necessarily feel we can give others. Why is it that when someone hurts us, our first response is to hurt them back? Then hold on to this hurt as long as we can.

It's like we give them space in our head - rent free. We hold on to that grudge and pretend we're the one winning.

When the truth is the opposite. We are the looser. Living with pain, guilt and anger.

Nicky Gumbel, Alpha Course founder and British Anglican Minister, puts it like this:

The first to apologise is the bravest.

The first to forgive is the strongest.

The first to forget is the happiest.

Some wrongs we simply can't forget. Done to us or to those we love. They play on our mind, they fester and grow. Some part of our psyche wants to keep us believing that sometimes things are too big or too evil to forgive.

Like King Manasseh, from 2 Kings 21:1-26. He worshipped idols, desecrated the Temple of the Most High with them and even allowed his own son to be burned in the fires of the pagan god Moloch. He proved to be more evil than the wicked Canaanites who God told the Israelites to destroy. Yet when he was taken into captivity and went down on his knees and truly repented, God forgave him. Manasseh later turned his life over to God, pulled down all the idols in the high places and spent the rest of his life obeying God.

But is this fair? What about the children he offered up for sacrifice? What about all his subjects that he led astray?

Some sins we can't forgive in our own strength. It's only through the power of the Holy Spirit that we can truly let go and let God's supernatural presence work through us.

"For I can do all things through Him who strengthens me." (Philippines 4:13).

Have you ever felt broken, lost? Drained and thrown away. Empty.

Somehow you've lost your way and you feel far from the presence of your Saviour. So alone, you want to cry out in pain.

Sometimes the stronger your faith, the harder the fall. Driven from faith to uncertainty, the devil wants you to move into that valley and take up residence. Crushed and broken, that's where he wants you to stay.

Even though the call of the world presses down and tries to pull you from the safe and calm presence of God, you need to fight to stay within that circle of light. Block out the noise and pressure of life and deliberately tune your frequency back to God. Open your Bible and inhale His word. Lift your voice in praise and worship and lose yourself in His calming presence. And get down on your knees and start communicating with the Maker of the Universe.

Most importantly, remember: You have an invitation to live in the courts of the King! (Psalm 84:10)

Fear must give way to faith because you are loved.

Jesus loved you first and will, always.

The earth and the stars can and will pass away but his love remains.

Love is unchanging, unbroken and unrelenting.

God's love is like that, even when you sin, even when you turn away from Him - His love endures forever.

God wants His laws written in your heart and promises to be your God forever (Jeremiah 31:33).

That's where you want to stay - when the world calls, and the darkness falls, remember to dwell in the shelter of the Most High and rest in the shadow of the Almighty (Psalm 91:1).

“If there is no resurrection of the dead, then not even Christ has been raised. And if Christ has not been raised, our preaching is useless and so is your faith”. 1 Corinthians 15: 13-14.

The Apostle Paul is writing to the church in Corinth, encouraging them to reject the Greek tradition that claims there is no resurrection of the dead. Paul, himself saw the risen Christ and is under no doubt, and we have the written Word of God that tells us in incredible detail this amazing event.

Who were the first eye witnesses?

All four gospels mention them, all four have slightly different versions, but all agree on one thing. The first to see the resurrection of Jesus were women. The very fact that all gospels claim these women as eye witnesses, in a time when women were not even allowed to testify in a court of law, is significant.

Jesus first appeared to Mary Magdalene (John 20:14-16). Next were Mary the mother of James, Salome and Joanna (Mark 16:1-8, Luke 24:1-10) who touched Jesus (Matthew 28:8-10). Two disciples on the road to Emmaus saw him next, one being Peter (Luke 24:13-16, 34). Then he appeared to all the disciples except Thomas (John 20:19-20,24). Eight days later he appeared again with Thomas present (John 20:26-28). There were other appearances: to seven disciples on the Sea of Galilee (John 21:1-2); on a mountain in Galilee with his eleven disciples (Matthew 28:16-17); to over 500 people (1 Corinthians 15:6); to James and all the apostles (1 Corinthians 15:7); and finally to Saul on the road to Damascus where Saul was challenged and changed - and become the Apostle Paul (Acts 9:3-19).

Resurrection Day became the reason early Christians met on Sunday. Imagine every Sunday as a celebration of that Resurrection Day. Rejoice with Paul who writes, “But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.” 1 Corinthians 15:57

Murshidabad is largely a Muslim district and it doesn’t feel safe to travel in as women. We took a tuk-tuk to the market, and almost immediately took one back to the hotel. The area is dirty and filled with rubbish, dust and smoke. Very few women walk around the streets, it is mostly men (the women stay inside).

There is a very high unemployment rate among the men, and the longer they go without work, the less they are motivated or able to find work. Some of the women working in the factory have admitted that without the job, their families would have died within a few months. Successive droughts, lack of commerce and poor education in a communist state has contributed to an abundance of poverty in the area. This poverty is one of the root causes of trafficking from this area. Over 40% of the women who end up in Kolkata in the sex trade are trafficked from Murshidabad.

Just outside the city, though, it’s another world. Rice paddies as far as the eye can see, clean lakes and rivers, butterflies dancing in the heat. The air is dusty and hot, but it also feels fresh. The rice paddies are dotted with bright saris and men’s shirts. You can see the people in the fields from miles away as they stand in such stark contrast to the sea of green.

Later, we walked through the nearby village escorted by three young boys who LOVED having their photo taken.

In the village the women smiled at us and greeted us like old friends. The men stared at us, distant and unfriendly. We were shown the house of the main trafficker for the region. There were four young women gathered behind barred windows that called us over. They smiled and chatted with us, but hesitated to talk about why they were in that house, or how they got there. Later we got invited in for chai (a male only place) which we had to turn down. Our guide explained that these chai shops were often a front for drugs, booze and brothels. Goats and chickens swarmed around our feet and cow pats were drying on most houses, to be used as fuel. We finished the day, celebrating a birthday by playing cricket with the locals and a large group of tradesmen from New Zealand.

For me, this was the most confronting part of the trip. We heard the news that a group of school girls (aged around 12) had been captured on their way home from school and were being trafficked out of the state. It’s heart wrenching to hear this news and to talk to our friends about it. They share stories of women and girls they have noticed go missing and the pain on our friends’ faces is clear to see.

They know these people, they live with these people, they work together and build community together. These aren’t faceless, nameless souls to them.

Each child that is taken, each person who is stolen or sold, claims a piece of them.

They know these girls.

They know each and everyone.

It’s far too easy to view these girls as a statistic. We hear their stories in church and simply go on about our day. They aren’t real. They aren’t present. They are nameless and faceless.

But these girls have names, beautiful glorious names.

Their names are Priya and Omrita, Shruti and Ashoka.

Their names are Esther and Ruth, Mary and Rahab.

Their names are Lisa and Jessica, Laura and Sarah.

These girls all have faces.

Wonderful smiles, beautiful eyes, big noses, small noses, scars, beauty marks, eyebrows and chins. They all have names, they all have faces. They all live. They exist. They are real.

There are no answers in the blog today. No easy musings or comforting thoughts. It is just a stark and barren truth.

Girls and women are stolen and sold in broad daylight. Valued for the fleeting pleasures their flesh can bring men.

It seems hopeless. It feels hopeless.

And yet.

Women are finding freedom. Women are finding hope. Learning that they are equal to men. Learning that they are worthy.

And some are discovering that they are Christ’s bride. They are uncovering the truth: that their name means something so special to God.

Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you… When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned… For I am the Lord your GOD, the Holy One of Israel, your Saviour.

I give Egypt for your ransom, Cush and Seba in your stead. Because you are precious and honoured in my sight and because I love you, I will give people in exchange for you, nations in exchange for your life.

Do not be afraid for I am with you.

I will bring your children from the east and gather you from the west. I will say to the north‘GIVE THEM UP’and to the south ‘DO NOT HOLD THEM BACK’.

I will bring my sons from afar and my daughters from the ends of the earth – everyone who is called by my name, whom I created for my glory, whom I formed and made…. No one can deliver out of my hand. When I act, who can reverse it? Isaiah 43.

God calls each one of these women by name and He loves them. He would give all of Egypt as a ransom for them and every nation in exchange for their life. He will bring their children back from the east and gather them from the west.

He demandsthey be set free, and he draws us all to his cause (from the ends of the earth).

I don’t know anything.

I don’t know how this insurmountable issue will be resolved.

But I do know that God wants us to hear the cry of his people.

To turn away from our comfort and turn towards him.

How do we stop human trafficking? I don’t know.

But I have seen such sorrow and pain and such joy and redemption here in West Bengal. So even though I don't know much, I know one true thing.

God is working here and when he acts, who can reverse it?

All Black, John Kirwan, struggled for decades with depression and the social stigma that often comes with mental illness. Instead of hiding away, he shared his struggles with the world and educated New Zealanders about depression. His courage and honesty brought this mental illness out of the shadows and into the light of day, helping thousands to overcome.

In 1873 Horatio Spafford suffered the tragic loss of his four daughters at sea. As he stood over their watery grave, he had the courage to trust God and write that famous hymn, "It is well with my Soul." Malala Yousafzai was just 15 when the Taliban shot her because she took a stand for the education of women in Pakistan. That attack didn't deter her and at 17 she became the youngest person to receive the Nobel Peace Prize.

Olympic Champion and Christian Missionary Eric Liddell refused to run his 100m heat on a Sunday. By doing so, he sacrificed his only chance at an Olympic Medal. When the sprinter was given the opportunity to run the much longer 400m on another day, he ran so fast he not only won Gold, he set a new Olympic record of 47.6 seconds.

These people, like the Apostle Paul, stood strong when life got hard. God can change disabilities into advantages, make losers into winners and alter the course of history. His grace is sufficient for you, for His power is made perfect in weakness.

"Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong." 2 Corinthians 12:9-10

God often makes us restless to wake us up from slumber. When we've lost sight of His plan for our lives and we need to focus more on His direction.

Like Rahab in the book of Joshua, she knew something was coming. It would destroy her city and take the lives of all who lived within the ancient city walls. When two spies enter her world she acts on instinct, and follows a path into history, becoming one of only five women listed in the genealogy of Jesus Christ.

When Joshua sends two spies to Jericho on a ‘recon’ of the city, they end up at the house of Rahab, a prostitute. The Bible doesn’t tell us why but we assume it was the best place to find information and not be noticed that they were in the city. It was also a dwelling in the wall itself – hence a good form of easy escape.

Rahab was from a culture that worshipped false idols but she acknowledges the God of Israel. “I know that the Lord has given you the land.” She then goes on to recall all the victories God had given the Jews from the crossing of the Red Sea onwards. “And as soon as we heard these things our hearts melted; neither did there remain any more courage in anyone because of you, for the Lord your God, He is God in heaven above and on earth beneath.” Joshua 2:9-11

You see, Rahab had already given her heart to God. So before she helps the spies escape she extracts a promise from them to remember her and her family when the time comes to destroy the city. And they honour this promise. Rahab later marries Salmon from the tribe of Judah (some think Salmon was one of the two spies) and has a son called Boaz, who marries Ruth, whose son Obed has a son called Jesse, who is the father of King David.

So next time you feel restless – don’t be annoyed or upset. Talk to God and see which path the God of miracles wants you to take.

Dear John

Greetings from Ephesus from your faithful brothers here on the coast of Western Turkey. I know you are thinking of coming to Ephesus soon with Mother Mary and we felt the need to give you a quick tour of what you can expect upon arrival.

Of course, you know this is the home of the Temple of Artemis (one of the seven wonders of the world) and worship of her images is one of the strongholds we are praying to overcome.

Brother Paul has been speaking and preaching in the local schools and synagogues for quite some months now and many miracles and healings have occurred. In fact, Paul is rather frustrated at the continued theft of his aprons and handkerchiefs that people are using to heal the sick. God’s mighty power is so strong that just a touch from these items and people have been miraculously healed.

A recent incident with the Sons of Sceva (local exorcists for hire) has created quite a stir. They attempted to drive a demon from a man by using the name of Jesus taught by Paul – only to have the demon claim he knew Jesus and Paul but didn’t recognise them. He then beat them senseless and threw them naked out the door.

News of this has spread far and wide creating fear. Many believers who still practiced magic came forward and confessed and burned their magic books. And the Lords message flourished and has built the church.

The latest drama, of course, was the riot that Demetrius the Silversmith caused in the town square. Now that more worshipers of Artemis are becoming followers of Jesus, the Silversmith's lost sales have driven him to start dissention in town. They ran through the streets chanting “Great is Artemis” and only after a long time did the City Clerk calm the crowd down. (Acts 19).

All of this shook our family of believers rather badly, but Paul’s latest teaching has given them courage. He reminded them that they are chosen by God and marked by God’s seal – their inheritance guaranteed. (Ephesians 1:11-14)

It paints such a wonderful picture, John, like we believers have a light inside us that only God can see. I can imagine God can look from Heaven and see His children at a glance - that God-light shining in their souls designating those belonging to Him.

God bless you and keep you safe till we meet again. Brother Paul reminds you that you must continue writing your Gospel as there are many followers hungry for the message of the life of our Lord and Saviour.

Yours in the name of our glorious Father.

Timothy

Have you had that "Wow" moment with God yet? You know, that space in time that left you utterly defenceless, on your knees and staggered at the majesty of God. His very presence seared into your DNA.

If you haven't opened up your whole self to God, that inner sanctuary that you keep locked deep inside, then you can't experience everything that God has planned for you.

Letting go and letting God, is something the Apostle Paul was trying to teach the church in Ephesus.

"Be humble and gentle, patient - making allowance for each other's faults - bearing love to each other." He explains in Ephesians 4:2-6.

"Only oneness in God will see you through - One Spirit, One God, One Faith."

And then he speaks of Grace and Mercy - my favourite parts of God. For they are a free gift - bought at the highest price - through the blood of Jesus.

Open your hearts and minds to unimaginable power and love - and sing with hearts full of joy ...

I will kneel in the dust
At the foot of the cross,
Where mercy paid for me.
Where the wrath I deserve,
It is gone, it has passed.
Your blood has hidden me.

Mercy, mercy,
As endless as the sea.
I'll sing Your hallelujah
For all eternity.

May I never lose the wonder,
Oh, the wonder of Your mercy.
May I sing Your hallelujah.
Hallelujah, Amen.

(Matt Redman)

My name is Lucius Aerlius. I am an elite member of the Praetorian Guard. We are the finest soldiers in the Roman Army - bodyguards to the Emperor, the only military allowed within the city gates, the police of Rome. And guards to all Roman Citizens awaiting trial before Caesar.

So, here I am, guarding a man wearing chains who spends most of his day writing at his desk. He's not a violent prisoner - in fact he's been allowed to live in his own rented house - no prison for this man. Yet he is, in all ways that matter, still a prisoner.

There are whispers all over Rome about this man. Even the servants in the Royal Palace speak of him in reverence. Paul of Tarsus, man of God, fearless follower of Christ. The many healings and miracles attributed to this man are countless. Yet he is humble, patient and courageous.

He says he has no fear of man, that everything he is and will be, belongs to God. And no one can take that away from him - even unto death. His strength clearly comes from a higher power.

He's shared with me his letters to the churches - assures me the blessings he sends them also belong to me. I don't know what to believe but there is a stirring in my heart. He's teaching me how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ.

I've memorised one of the blessings he sent to the church in Ephesus: "Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to His power that is at work within us." Selfishly I want his trial to be a long way off - I want to discuss this Jesus with him some more. But there's a hope that one day soon he will be free to, once again, visit the churches he so passionately and prayerfully encourages.

"Hey Sam, I'm gonna be like God one day."

"You mean, live in heaven, and all that?" Sam questions.

"Nah," Villiame replies. "I'm going to BE like God. Have lots of people as my subjects and tell them what to do."

"You think that's what God does? Sits on His throne and boss’s everyone about?" asks Sam.

“That’s what the Pastor said on Sunday when he read from Ephesians 5. He said we had to intimidate all those guys who are not living right – you know – the ones who swear and do stuff God doesn’t like. I can intimidate pretty awesome Man,” Villie says puffing out his chest.

Sam shakes his head, “Villie were you sleeping in church again?”

“Was not” Villie says with a shove to Sam.

“Well, then you had your head phones in again, boy. The Pastor said we need to imitate God – you know, be more like Him. Some people believe that love takes away the need for discipline and rules, but the Apostle Paul tells us that love is all about following the rules. God’s rules.

“Yeah, yeah,” says Ville, “Intimidate the bad stuff out of people and then they will be good.” Villie looks at Sam with a sheepish grin. “Same difference Bro.”

"People who walk in love imitate Jesus – and in doing so are also more Godlike. You know, it’s like you choosing to stay away from that gang you use to hang out with. Where smoking and swearing and stealing are the only way to behave. Walking in love is the same thing as being obedient to God.” says Sam.

Long pause as Villie thinks about what Sam has said.

“So hanging out with those guys, doing those things is not where God wants anyone to be?” he asks.

“That’s right Villie. To be called one of God’s own you need to walk the walk and talk the talk – that’s God’s walk and talk – not anyone else’s.”

“Yeah, I can see that… but do you think God would mind if I kept the intimidate part and left you to do the imitate part?”

“For once you were full of darkness, but now you have light from the Lord. Walk as children of light.” Ephesians 5:8