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Monday, October 31, 2011

UNOH Urban Neighbours of Hope

I am aware of this Churches of Christ supported mission dedicated to being there for the marginalised and poverty stricken people in various urban areas throughout the world.
One of my sons has done some short time placement with them in Bangkok in the slum areas.
I would urge caring Christians to follow their blog and those who can support financially and all concerned Christians to pray for this work. They are striving to make a difference for  these people through Jesus and their faith in Him in really challenging situations .
Below is their website address for the Bangkok group..

http://www.unoh.org/unoh-bangkok

A few words from their website:

 "
ash_smallWelcome friends,(Ash Barker)
Thank-you for your interest in what God is doing through us. As Urban Neighbours Of Hope (UNOH) we often feel overwhelmed by the immense needs we see each day in our neighbourhoods. With 167,000 new people living in urban poverty each day now, including 94,000 new urban slum residents, we know this breaks God’s heart and he is looking for more people to be his hands and feet in response. Would you join us in our quest to love God and neighbour in more faithful and relevant ways in this new urban world?
As Urban Neighbours Of Hope we covenant together to focus our lives on:
  • Loving God and neighbour
  • Releasing neighbourhoods from urban poverty
  • Equipping for Christian discipleship and mission among the urban poor.
UNOH began out of the privilege Anji and I had of relocating our home to the multicultural neighbourhood of Springvale (Melbourne, AUS) in 1992. We had no real idea then of how God would use us. We simply wanted to love God and our new neighbours in practical, life-giving ways. Many of those we sought to serve as neighbours at that time found real hope through Christ; however, it also transformed our lives too. We found real life and UNOH was born as God brought others along who had this calling too. Though UNOH workers and supporters come from diverse Christian traditions, UNOH was officially formed as part of the Churches of Christ in July 1993 and in 2001 commissioned as a ‘missional order among the poor’.
In 2011 there are now nine UNOH neighbourhood-based teams living and serving Christ amongst the urban poor in Melbourne, Sydney, Auckland, Mae Sot and Bangkok. We pray that God will raise-up more UNOH workers and teams in cities and neighbourhoods across the Asia-Pacific to seek transformation through Christ too. As well as community workers and volunteers, UNOH also have a training arm and a publishing arm that aim to inspire, inform and equip Christians for more creative responses to Christ among the urban poor."

Love Never Dies-Again

Well we have just been to Melbourne again to see the Musical Love Never Dies which we also saw in July this year.
That may sound a bit extravagant but we were told by one of the staff that there was a lady in the congregation who was seeing the show for the 80th time last night and by the time this season ends she will have seen it a  100 times.
We did enjoy it again and my wife wants to see it yet again.
She is a musician(pianist and singer) so music has a big impact for her. We enjoyed music of a different kind when we attended the CrossCultural Church in Swanston street.This Church of Christ has long had a ministry to international students(since 1950's) and the service was a great blessing.
We also witnessd the Baptism of Jessica a Chinese student who returns to her native China today.
We met the Senior Pastor and his wife and also the Missions Pastor and his wife and other members of the congregation and enjoyed lunch with the congregation after the service.
There website is at www.crossculture.net.au
We travel back to day with our good friends Anne and Dave by car and so we are not affected y the Qantas airline stoppage  that now appears to be coming to a resolution.
Clock in Central Station

Bali Bombing Victims Memorial Fountain

Central Station Melbourne

Shot Tower and roof in Central Station

After the Service in Cross Culture Auditorium

Melbourne Tram
A wonderful short holiday and lots of walking and enjoying the sights of Melbourne CBD.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Bungendore Railways Station NSW








Have you ever seen a more brightly painted restored railways station.I am planning to post many more Australian Country Architecture and Road side signs which I tend to photograph a lot on our trips.All photographs on this blog are copyright Geoff Thompson.

Praying the way Jesus Taught Us by Frank Hunting





The above are  pages 48-52 of a booklet by Frank Hunting about learning the Jesus way of praying.They continue on from other posts and pages  but are from an expanded version of the same book I started with.If you follow the blogs on this subject in date order of publishing you should not miss anything. I have  about 3 versions of this booklet.This now completes this series. I will continue to post other Frank Hunting material.See on this blog about Frank Hunting.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

When not to take a photograph.


He is called "Little Cat" but really is quite large.Chases off dogs that walk past our house but loves everyone else.Has never objected to my photographing him.



As a snap happy digital age photographer with many cameras I have often been accused of  taking too many photographs.
Those accusations are probably merited on occasions but is interesting how people are later interested at some stage to see such photographs.

I believe however  there are some occasions we shouldn’t click the shutter or even have a camera with us.

I have been annoyed at times when visiting the Opera for instance, that I cannot capture the magnificent sets and lighting effects that are on display and the costumery.
But one should abide by house rules.

When I see a situation out in public that would make a great human interest shot I hold back as I am invading someones privacy. I have taken shots in the past but that is not my practice now.
Of course you can approach the person and get permission which I have done on occasions.

I was at a Country Music Festival in the Riverland of South Australia on one occasion and there was a little dog sitting on some rustic steps on a flood bank.
I was lining him up for a cute shot of the dog when a little boy came and plonked himself in the middle of my picture cradling his chin in his hands and just gazed appealingly at the camera.
Of course I took the shot.
This was in pre digital days.
I sought out the child’s grandma who was nearby and advised “I think I got a great photo of your little grandson would you like my details and I’ll send you a copy.”
She agreed and it turned out the Grandma was a former school friend of my wife.
I ended up being invited to do a family shoot of 2 sets of twin boys in that family, the original lad being one of them.

At weddings I am ever on the alert for appealing candid shots, using my peripheral vision, ie. being aware of what is happening off to the side of my main focus at the time.
This is fair enough and acceptable on a wedding shoot but you do have to be careful.
On one occasion the reception for a wedding was in a local hotel with lots of poker machines.
I took an appealing shot of one of the Bridesmaids playing the pokies.
A couple of days after that wedding the Bridesmaid rang me and said please don’t include that shot in the wedding album as my Mother will be very angry.
There was a strong aversion to gambling in that family, possibly from a religious perspective.
I abided by her wish.

I have also on occasion withdrawn some shots taken when requested by the Bride because of some family relationship difficulties.

On a wedding shoot once the Groom and then the Bride and then the whole wedding party started sobbing during the exchange of vows.
Visiually and emotionally it made for a great sequence of shots but I did not do it as I was not sure of why this was happening.
They never knew I didn’t take the shots or that I had thought about it.
Maybe I was being sensitive but somehow my inner voice was saying no.

I think sometimes you have to listen to that voice.

I had an unusual request one day from a phone call from my wife who works as a Nurse in a Doctor’s surgery.

She said do you have a camera ready at home with any film in it?

The reason was an elderly patient had been in the surgery very upset as she had to go and have her pet cat put down.
My wife volunteered to drive her to the vet.
The lady was most upset as she also had no photographs ever of her beloved cat.
My wife was at the vet’s  when  she rang.
The cat was dead but the Old lady was cradling the cat in a basket and it just looked like the cat was sleeping.
My wife wanted me to come a take a photo so I took the polaroid shot  with the lady cradling the cat. It did a lot to help with her letting go and easing her distress.
To me that was an assignment that someone else may have said no to, but it goes down as probably the most illustrative and poignant  example of my Photographic Philosophy which is always striving to use my camera for God.

I think it was probably the best I ever felt while taking a photograph.

I have taken family photos at funerals when requested to as like weddings it is one of the few occasions when the whole family comes together.

I have taken a photo of my cousin’s infant daughter at her Grandmas’ grave side and with her Mum,which is to me the most touching photo I have ever taken.
I have chosen to keep that firmly within the family archives even though it is the sort of photo that people would enter in competitions.

There are many occasions for various reasons one should hold back in people photography.

The ones who wrestle with these questions all the time are the Photographers who go into war zones and civil war situations.

I watched the movie “The Bang Bang Club” about 4 such photographers this week.
One of then,Kevin Carter, became a pullitzer prize winner for his photography but ended up taking his own life.
If you find the blog and also archived Digital Journalist website there are many excellent photo essays that discuss this type of photography.
Dirck Halstead is the founder of the Digital Journalist.

Also I would never take pornographic or voyeuristic type photos as there is a trail of shattered lives left by such practices.
See my blog entry “Using your Camera for God” where I comment on this.

So in summary there are times when you just don’t click the shutter.

I haven’t mentioned wildlife photography.

You would not want to jeopardise the lives of any species by your actions.

It really comes down to your values and your maturity and willingness to treat others as you would like to be treated.

I met a retired couple once at a very photogenic spot near Broken Hill in outback New South Wales.

They had travelled the world to some of the world’s most beautiful places but they never took a camera with them.

They were content to remember things as their minds recorded them.

There is something about that philosophy that appeals to me even though I am a passionate photographer.

Happy Snapping or Not Snapping.







Saturday, October 22, 2011

The Absolute Essential Need to Forgive




By Geoff Thompson

To be delivered at Parkrose Village Service on Sunday 22/10/11


These last few days I have been pretty much incapacitated with a  very knotted up back.
Only now as I write this is it starting to free up a little.
Consequently I haven’t been able to do too much but I have watched a couple of movies on my computer.
One was about 4 Photographers in South Africa who documented the atrocities of things hapenning in South Africa up to the  change in that Govt’s policy on Apartheid
ie. The discrimination against black people in that country.

The movie was pretty horrible and these photographers seemed driven by different forces.
One force was to expose the atrocities to bring about change
 and the other seemed linked to their own needs for adventure and danger and winning awards for their work.

Indeed one of them, not long after he won a pullitzer prize for his depiction of a young starving girl in Sudan kneeling in the sand with a vulture threateningly waiting in the background , committed suicide from a build up of the many times he had witnessed man’s inhumanity to man.

This movie and others I watched led me to again thinking about the need we have to forgive.

Just this week we have once again seen the terrible scenes on television which   brought about the assassination of Colonel Gaddafi.
Only a few months ago it was Osama Bin Laden who had been executed without any sort of trial.

These men committed horrible atrocities in their lifetimes and we all would look at their lives and say “how could they have done that? , we could never behave like that.”

And yet consider the following devotional piece: It’s called
        


“How Good are you?”

“Don’t feel satisfied
With the apparently good life
You are living,or
ever feel superior to someone
not doing as well as you are
in the business of living.

Jesus,
who knows more about
the human heart
than anyone else says
there is nothing good in you.
You are capable of doing
the same things you see anyone else doing.
The reason you don’t do what some others do
is because there have been all sorts of safeguards round you that have kept you from doing what they do.
Remove those safeguards
And you can do
What anyone else has done.

Jesus says:
“ for from within,
                  out of the heart….”
It is all there,
All the evil
This world has ever known
In the hearts of men.
And, we are men(and women)

If you are not doing the evil of other men,
You will be wise to recognise
The reason.

You are being saved
By THE GRACE OF GOD.”


So we say to ourselves
“I could never forgive that person, look at what they did to me.
I am now in such a mess because of what they did!”
It is true they may have done something terrible but Jesus does not ask us to forgive with out good cause  for these reasons;

(1)  He will always gives us the power through His Holy Spirit to forgive someone unconditionally if we will to do so.
(2)  He does not say we should forgive because what that person did was of no consequence, but;  because we are just as capable of doing the same to someone else during similar circumstances. That’s why he went to the Cross for all mankind.

(3)  He knows, and as His command for us is to forgive, that if we don’t forgive we will never know the joy of the Lord.

As in Matthew 18:32-35 we are going to be bound in our own prison of bitterness for the rest of our lives if we refuse to forgive.

V35” This is how my Heavenly Father will treat each of you unless you forgive your brother from the Heart”

Our prayers are not going to get too far while we harbour bitterness.


Well you might say but I just cannot forgive  it was too bad, too cruel!

 well consider this example.

Also this week I have been listening again to Dr Helen Roseveare tell her story of life as a missionary doctor in the Belgian Congo during the civil war that erupted there in the 1950’s.

She tells how many of her colleagues were put to death and also raped.
She was captured and raped.
During this ordeal she prayed to God and asked why He was expecting her to go through this.
She got an answer that enabled her too deal with it and even forgive.
She says the Lord Jesus made it clear to her that He was thanking her for allowing Him the privilege  to use Her body to work out His Grace in the situation.

Not to be thankful for what was happening to her but that Jesus had entrusted her with this experience.

It wasn’t until sometime later talking in a Christian convention for women that she learned why He had allowed this to happen to her.
There was a young attractive women sitting in the audience whose face was blank of expression and life during the whole talk.
Afterwards she found out that this young woman had not talked anyone for 2 months and was in a state of shock.She had shown no emotion in that time.
She too had suffered rape.
But this young woman was able to come forward and embrace Dr Helen as the words and experience of Dr Helen who had been through a similar ordeal was able to set her free from the bondage she was in.
God does not give our need to forgive others as an optional extra.
We have read in the Lord’s prayer and prayed it many times.

“ forgive us our trespasses as we have forgiven those who have trespassed against us.”

Do we really want God to forgive us how we forgive others?

 If you need help in knowing how to forgive someone from the heart, whether they be dead or still living ask someone such as one of your Chaplains or a Christian who you consider to be mature in their Faith to help you to do that.

I will finish off today with some of the wonderful words from the other Lord’s Prayer found in John 17 v 24-26

It is part of Jesus  prayer for us and on that continues for us as He intercedes

   
John 17:24-26
New Living Translation (NLT)
24 Father, I want these whom you have given me to be with me where I am. Then they can see all the glory you gave me because you loved me even before the world began!
 25 “O righteous Father, the world doesn’t know you, but I do; and these disciples know you sent me. 26 I have revealed you to them, and I will continue to do so. Then your love for me will be in them, and I will be in them.”

 Today's Bible Reading

Matthew 6:9-19

New Living Translation (NLT)
9 Pray like this:
   Our Father in heaven,
      may your name be kept holy.
   10 May your Kingdom come soon.
   May your will be done on earth,
      as it is in heaven.
   11 Give us today the food we need,[a]
   12 and forgive us our sins,
      as we have forgiven those who sin against us.
   13 And don’t let us yield to temptation,[b]
      but rescue us from the evil one.[c]
 14 “If you forgive those who sin against you, your heavenly Father will forgive you. 15 But if you refuse to forgive others, your Father will not forgive your sins.










Friday, October 21, 2011

THE NOW MOMENT

The "now moment"
    is all that you have.

you cannot relive the past
    except in memory.
You cannot unsay the cruel word.
    You cannot undo the mean action.
Nor can you live tomorrow today.
    All you have is the NOW moment.

So make it as good,
    and as rich,
    and as lovely
as you possibly can.

Complete in the
    abiding Presence
        of the Lord Jesus Christ.



From Frank Hunting's booklet. " Speaking Personally"

CRICKET PHOTOGRAPHY

West Indies V Australia,Adelaide Oval 25/11/05. Warne to Lara. At this moment Lara held the world batting record for Test Matches and Warne the Bowling record.


Lara brings up his 200 off of Brett Lee's bowling.




By Geoff Thompson

The Cricket season has now started in Australia. It is a summer sport and the various forms of football played in the winter.

As a young person I played a lot of Cricket . Some  people in some countries may not know much about Cricket but it is loved with a passion in England, Australia,India,Pakistan,West Indies,South Africa, Siri Lanka , Bangladesh, new Zealand and many other nations who have embraced the game.

The most traditional version of the game is Test Match Cricket  which can be played for up to 5 days maximum. There are shorter more modern versions of the game that can be played for a whole day or about 3 hours which cater for those who get bored over a five day game.

I live in Adelaide South Australia which has one of the most famous and picturesque  Cricket grounds in Australia. Unfortunately in the eyes of traditionalist like me they have modernised some of  the grandstands recently.

Each January there is usually a Test Match in Adelaide  and I try to get there for at least one day and indulge in one of my favourite pleasures. Sitting under the Fig trees watching the cricket, listening to the radio commentary, taking photos of the cricket and sometime during the day munching on a meat pie and drinking a coke.

As such I have collected lots of photos over the last several years and now it is a lot less expensive with the arrival of digital capture.

I used to take about 11 or more rolls of film in a day which used to get expensive to buy and process.

I have found that as a former player of the game ad also as an experienced photographer I am able to anticipate good action moments and capture shots as if I was actually out on the ground taking part.

I like to sit with my camera trained on the action and ready to click the shutter with every ball the bowler delivers.

That way you don’t always capture what you want but you could actually click the shutter with every delivery and get wonderful shots.

There is of course the thought that you don’t want to have the camera up to your eye all day as you do want to enjoy the day in a leisurely manner.

I have included a couple of shots out of many thousands I have taken.
 The best way to learn this and other sports photography is to do it. IE practice! practice! practice!

I have recently been using a Canon 400d camera for this photography and now Pentax Kx and Kr.
When using film cameras I used a Pentax MZs and Pentax 645.(Medium Format)

A reasonably good telephoto zoom is essential but it does not have to be an expensive lens.

Including wide angle shots and scoreboard showing the state of play and significant stats of individuals is important also.

Just get out there and do it.





If by Amy Carmichael (Calvary Love)

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In my opinion this little book is one of the most challenging ever written about true Christianity.When we see how far short we fall then we can begin to realise the enormity of what Jesus did for us on the Cross. We have no right to judge any one else re their sin. Jesus said on the cross "Forgive them Father for they know not what they do."
Geoff Thompson



IF

By Amy Carmichael

Published by Christian Literature Crusade, Fort Washington, Pennsylvania 19034
No copyright


How “IF” Came to be Written

One evening a fellow-worker brought me a problem about a younger one who was missing the way of Love.  This led to a wakeful night, for the word at such times is always, “Lord, is it I?”  Have I failed her anywhere?  What do I know of Calvary Love?  And then sentence by sentence the “If’s” came, almost as if spoken aloud to the inner ear.
            Next morning they were shared with another (for they had been written down in pencil in the night), and then a few others shared.  After this some copies were printed on our little handpress for the Fellowship only; and that led to this booklet.
            At first when it was asked for, we felt, “No, it is far too private for that.”  But if it can help any to understand what the life of love means and to live that life, then it is not ours to refuse.
            Some of the “If’s” appear to be related to pride, selfishness, or cowardice, but digging deeper we come upon an unsuspected lovelessness at the root of them all.  The pages in Part II are not meant to be read one after the other.  Perhaps only one “If” here and there may have the needed word, and, leaving the others, the reader may find something in the last pages.
            And in case any true follower be troubled by the “then I know nothing,” I would say, the thought came in this form,  and I fear to weaken it.  But here, as everywhere, the letter kills.  St. Paul counted the loss of all things as nothing that he might know Him whom he already knew; and the soul, suddenly illuminated by some fresh outshining of the knowledge of the love of God shown forth on Calvary, does not stop to measure how much or how little it knew of that love before.  Penetrated, melted, broken before that vision of love, it feels that indeed all it ever knew was nothing, less than nothing.
            It is clear, I think, that such a booklet as this is not meant for everyone, but only for those who are called to be undershepherds.  And there are some of them for whom it has no word.  They have already entered into that of which I have impelled to write.       A.C.


PART I

            There are times when something comes into our lives which is charged with love in such a way that it seems to open the Eternal to us for a moment, or at least some of the Eternal Things, and the greatest of these is love.
            It may be a small and intimate touch upon us or our affairs, light as the touch of the dawn wind on the leaves of the tree, something not to be captured and told to another in words.  But we know that it is our Lord.  And then perhaps the room where we are, with its furniture and books and flowers, seems less “present” than His Presence, and the heart is drawn into that sweetness of which the old hymn sings.

                        The love of Jesus, what it is – None but His loved ones know.

Or it is the dear human love about us that bathes us as in summer seas and rests us through and through.  Can we ever cease to wonder at the love of our companions?  And then suddenly we recognize our Lord in them.  It is His love that they lavish on us.  O Love of God made manifest in Thy lovers, we worship Thee.
            Or (not often, perhaps, for dimness seems to be more wholesome for us here, but sometimes, because our Lord is very merciful) it is given to us to look up through the blue air and see the love of God.  And yet, after all, how little we see!  “That ye may be able to comprehend what is the breadth and length and depth and height and to know the love of Christ which passeth knowledge” – the words are too great for us.  What do we comprehend, what do we know?  Confounded and abased, we enter into the Rock and hide us in the dust before the glory of the Majesty of love – the love whose symbol is the Cross.
            And a question pierces then:  What do I know of Calvary love?

PART II

            If I have not companion on my fellow-servant even as my Lord had pity on me, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I belittle those whom I am called to serve, talk of their weak points in contrast perhaps with what I think of as my strong points; if I adopt a superior attitude, forgetting “Who made thee to differ? And what has thou that thou hast not received?”  then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I can easily discuss the shortcomings and the sins of any; if I can speak in a casual way even of a child’s misdoings, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I find myself half-carelessly taking lapses for granted, “Oh, that’s what they always do,”  “Oh, of course she talks like that, he acts like that,” then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I enjoy a joke at the expense of another; if I can in any way slight another in conversation, or even in thought, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I can write an unkind letter, speak an unkind work, think an unkind thought without grief and shame, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I do not feel far more for the grieved Saviour than for my worried self when troublesome things occur, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I know little of His pitifulness (the Lord turned and looked upon Peter), if I know little of His courage of hopefulness for the truly humble and penitent (“He saith unto him, Feed My Lambs”), then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I deal with wrong for any other reason than that implied in the words, “From His right hand went a fiery law for them.  Yea, He loved the people”; if I can rebuke without a pang, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If, in dealing with one who does not respond, I weary of the strain, and slip from under the burden, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I cannot bear to be like the father who did not soften the rigors of the far country; if, in this sense, I refuse to allow the law of God (the way of transgressors is hard) to take effect, because of the distress it causes me to see that law in operation, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I am perturbed by the reproach and misunderstanding that may follow action taken for the good of souls for whom I must give account; if I cannot commit the matter and go on in peace and in silence, remembering Gethsemane and the Cross, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I cannot catch “the sound of noise of rain”* long before the rain falls, and, going to some hilltop of the spirit, as near to my God as I can, have not faith to wait there with my face between my knees, though six times or sixty times I am told “there is nothing,” till at last “there arises a little cloud out of the sea,” then I know nothing of Calvary love.
*1Kings 18:41

            If my attitude be one of fear, not faith, about one who has disappointed me; if I say, “Just what I expected,” if a fall occurs, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I do not look with eyes of hope on all in whom there is even a faint beginning, as our Lord did, when, just after His disciples had wrangled about which of them should be accounted the greatest, He softened His rebuke with those heart-melting words, “Ye are they which have continued with Me in My temptations,” then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I cast up a confessed, repented, and forsaken sin against another, and allow my remembrance of that sin to color my thinking and feed my suspicions, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I have not the patience of my Saviour with souls who grow slowly; if I know little of travail (a sharp and painful thing) till Christ be fully formed in them, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I sympathize weakly with weakness, and say to one who is turning back from the Cross, “Pity thyself”; if I refuse such a one the sympathy that braces and the brave and heartening word of comradeship, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I cannot keep silence over a disappointing soul (unless for the sake of that soul’s good or for the good of others it be necessary to speak), then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I can hurt another by speaking faithfully without much preparation of spirit, and without hurting myself far more than I hurt that other, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I am afraid to speak the truth, lest I lose affection, or lest the one concerned should say, “You do not understand,” or because I fear to lose my reputation for kindness; if I put my own good name before the other’s highest good, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I am content to heal a hurt slightly, saying “Peace, peace,” where is no peace; if I forget the poignant word “Let love be without dissimulation” and blunt the edge of truth, speaking not right things but smooth things, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I fear to hold another to the highest goal because it is so much easier to avoid doing so, then I know nothing of Calvary love.
           
            If I hold on to choices of any  kind, just because they are my choice; if I give any room to my private likes and dislikes, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I put my own happiness before the well-being of the work entrusted to me; if, though I have this ministry and have received much mercy, I faint, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I am soft to myself and slide comfortably into the vice of self-pity and self-sympathy; if I do not by the grace of God practice fortitude, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I myself dominate myself, if my thoughts revolve round myself; if I am so occupied with myself I rarely have “a heart at leisure from itself,” then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            IF, the moment I am conscious of the shadow of self crossing my threshold, I do not shut the door, and in the power of Him who works in us to will and to do, keep that door shut, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I cannot in honest happiness take the second place (or the twentieth); if I cannot take the first without making a fuss about my unworthiness, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

           

If, when I am able to discover something which has baffled others, I forget Him who revealeth the deep and secret things, and knoweth what is in the darkness and showeth it to us; if I forget that it was He who granted that ray of light to His most unworthy servant, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I cannot be at rest under the Unexplained, forgetting the word, “And blessed is he whosoever shall not be offended in Me:’ of if I can allow the least shadow of misunderstanding, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I do not give a friend “the benefit of the doubt,” but put the worst construction instead of the best on what is said or done, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I take offense easily, if I am content to continue in a cool unfriendliness, though friendship be possible, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If a sudden jar can cause me to speak an impatient, unloving word, then I know nothing of Calvary love.*
            *For a cup brimful of sweet water cannot spill even one drop of bitter water
however suddenly jolted.

            If I feel injured when another lays to my charge things that I know not, forgetting that my Sinless Saviour trod this path to the end, then I  know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I feel bitterly towards those who condemn me, as it seems to me, unjustly, forgetting that if they knew me as I know myself they would condemn me much more, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I say, “Yes, I forgive, but I cannot forget,” as though the God who twice day washes all the sands on all the shores of all the world, could not wash such memories from my mind, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If one whose help I greatly need appears to be as content to build in wood, hay, stubble, as in gold, silver, precious stones, and I hesitate to obey my light and do without that help because so few will understand, then, I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If the care of a soul (or a community) be entrusted to me, and I consent to subject it to weakening influences, because the voice of the world – my immediate Christian world – fills my ears, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If by doing some work which the undiscerning consider “not spiritual work” I can best help others, and I inwardly rebel, thinking it is the spiritual for which I crave, when in truth it is the interesting and exciting, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If monotony tries me, and I cannot stand drudgery; if stupid people fret me and little ruffles set me on edge; if I make much of the trifles of life, then I know nothing of Calvary love.
            If I am inconsiderate about the comfort of others, or their feelings, or even of their little weaknesses; if I am careless about their little hurts and miss opportunities to smooth their way; if I make the sweet running of household wheels more difficult to accomplish, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If interruptions annoy me, and private cares make me impatient; if I shadow the souls about me because I myself am shadowed, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If souls can suffer alongside, and I hardly know it, because the spirit of discernment is not in me, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If there be any reserve in my giving to Him who so loved that He gave His Dearest for me; if there be a secret “but” in my prayer, “anything but that, Lord,” then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I become entangled in any “inordinate affection”; if things or places or people hold me back from obedience to my Lord, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If something I am asked to do for another feels burdensome; if, yielding to an inward unwillingness, I avoid doing it, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If the praise of man elates me and his blame depresses me; if I cannot rest under misunderstanding without defending myself; if I love to be loved more than to love, to be served more than to serve, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I crave hungrily to be used to show the way to liberty to a soul in bondage, instead of caring only that it is be delivered; if I nurse my disappointment when I fail, instead of asking that to another the word of release may be given, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I want to be known as the doer of something that has proved the right thing, or as the one who suggested that it should be done, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I do not forget about such a trifle as personal success, so that it never crosses my mind, or if it does, is never given a moment’s room there; if the cup of spiritual flattery tastes sweet to me, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If it be not simple and a natural thing to say, “Enviest thou for my sake? Would God that all the Lord’s people were prophets,” then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            IF in the fellowship of service I seek to attach a friend to myself, so that others are caused to feel unwanted; if my friendships do not draw others deeper in, but are ungenerous (to myself, for myself), then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I refuse to allow one who is dear to me to suffer for the sake of Christ, if I do not see such suffering as the greatest honor that can be offered to any follower of the Crucified, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I slip into the place that can be filled by Christ alone, making myself the first necessity to a soul instead of leading it to fasten upon Him, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If my interest in the work of others is cool; if I think in terms of my own special work; if the burdens of others are not my burdens too, and their joys mine, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If, when an answer I did not expect comes to a prayer which I believed I truly meant, I shrink back from it; if the burden my Lord asks me to bear be not the burden of my heart’s choice, and I fret inwardly and do not welcome His will, then I know nothing of Calvary love.
           
            If I avoid being “ploughed under,” with all that such ploughing entails of rough handling, isolation, uncongenial situations, strange tests, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If I wonder why something trying is allowed, and press for prayer that it may be removed; if I cannot be trusted with any disappointment, and cannot go on in peace under any mystery, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I make much of anything appointed, magnify it secretly to myself or insidiously to others; if I let them think it “hard,” if I look back longingly upon what used to be, and linger among the byways of memory, so that my power to help is weakened, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If the love that “alone maketh light of every heavy thing, and beareth evenly every uneven thing” is not my heart’s desire, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I refuse to be a corn of wheat that falls into the ground and dies (“is separated from all in which it lived before”), then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I ask to be delivered from trial rather than for deliverance out of it, to the praise of His glory; if I forget that the way of the Cross leads to the Cross and not to a bank of flowers; if I regulate my life on these lines, or even unconsciously my thinking, so that I am surprised when the way is rough, and think it strange, though the word is, “Think it not strange,” “Count it all joy,” then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If the ultimate, the hardest, cannot be asked of me; if my fellows hesitate to ask it and turn to someone else, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            If I covet any place on earth but the dust at the foot of the Cross, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

            That which I know not, teach Thou me, O lord, my God.

PART III
1

            I have felt these words scorching to write, but it is borne upon me that, in spite of all our hymns and prayers ( so many of them for love), it is possible to be content with the shallows of love, if indeed such shallows should be called love at all.
            (Perhaps prayer often needs to be followed by a little pause, that we may have time to open our hearts to that for which we have prayed.  We often rush from prayer to prayer without waiting for the word within, which says, “I have heard you, My child.”)
            The more we ponder our Lord’s words about love, and the burning words the Spirit gave to His followers to write, the more acutely do we feel our deadly lack.
            The Searchlight of the Spirit exposes us to ourselves, and such a discovery leaves us appalled.  How can even He who is the God of all patience have patience with us?  Like Job we abhor ourselves and repent in dust and ashes.
            But the light is not turned upon us to rob us of our hope.  There is a lifting up.  If only we desire to be purged from self with its entangling nets, its subtleties, its disguises (falsehoods truly), its facile showing of brass for gold, as the Tamil says; if, hating unlove from the ground of the heart, we cry to be delivered, then our God will be to us a God of deliverances.
           
2

            No vision of the night can show, no word declare, with what longings of love Divine love waits till the heart, all weary and sick of itself, turns to its lord and says, “Take full possession.”  There is no need to plead that the love of God shall fill our heart as though He were unwilling to fill us:  He is willing as light is willing to flood a room that is opened to its brightness; willing as water is willing to flow into an emptied channel.  Love is pressing round us on all sides like air.  Cease to resist, and instantly love takes possession.  As the 15th century poem Quia amore langues says,

            Long and love thou never so high,
            My love is more than thine may be.

More, far more.  For as His abundance of pardon passes our power to tell it, so does His abundance of love:  it is far as the East is from the West, as high as the heaven is above the earth.  But words fail.  Love soars above them all.
            To look at ourselves leads to despair.  Thank God, the Blood cleanseth.

If thou be foul, I shall make thee clean,
            If thou be sick, I shall heal thee,
            Foundest thou ever love so real?

Never, Lord, never.

3

            Sometimes, when we are distressed by past failure and tormented by fear of failure in the future should we again set our faces toward Jerusalem, nothing helps so much as to give some familiar scripture time to enter into us and become part of our being.  The words “Grace for grace” have been a help to me since I read in a little old book of Bishop Moule’s something that opened their meaning.  (Till then I had not understood them.)
            He says “for” means simply instead:  “The image is of a perpetual succession of supply; a displacement ever going on; ceaseless changes of need and demand.
            “The picture before us is as of a river.  Stand on its banks, and contemplate the flow of waters.  A minutes passes, and another.  Is it the same stream still?  Yes.  But is it the same water?  No.  The liquid mass that passed you a few seconds ago fills now another section of the channel; new water has displaced it, or if you please replaced it;  water instead of water. And so hour by hour, and year by year, and century by century, the process holds; one stream, other waters, living, not stagnant, because always in the great identity there is perpetual exchange.  Grace takes the place of grace (and love takes the place of love); ever new, ever old, ever the same, ever fresh and young, for hour by hour, for year by year, through Christ.”

4

            There is no force strong enough to hold us together as a company, and animate all our doings, but his one force of Love; and so there is a constant attack upon the love without which we are sounding brass and tinkling cymbal.
            That explains why every now and then those who want to live the life of love seem to be constrained to seek the searchings and the cleansing of the Spirit of God, first (it has happened so) in the secret of our own hearts, and then together; and we know how graciously God has answered us, so that, though our word must always be, “not as though I had already attained,” we do, by His enabling, press onward.
            There is another reason why the adversary attacks love.  It is this:
            Far out on our uttermost rim a thing may occur which is the reflection , so to speak, of something that was nourished in the heart of one who is in the very center.  I have often known it to be so.  Perhaps, it was never expressed in act or word, the eye did not see it, the ear did not hear it.  But spiritual influences move where sight and hearing have no place; and unlove in any one of us, or even an absence of the quality of love of which we have been thinking, is enough to cause the slow stain to spread till it reaches some soul in a moment of its weakness.  And irreparable harm may result.
            O Lord, forgive:  Thy property is always to have mercy.  Give me the comfort of Thy help again.  Let it be Thy pleasure to deliver me, O Lord my God.

5

            The way of love is never the easy way.  If our hearts be set on walking in that way we must be prepared to suffer.  “It was the way the Master went; should not the servant tread it still?”  It is possible that we may be enclosed in circumstances which drain natural love, till we feel as dry as grass on an Indian hillside under a burning sun.
            We have toiled for someone dear to us, but never knew it as toil.  We have poured out stores of health never to be recovered, but did not know it, nor would we have cared if we had known it, so dearly did we love.  And all our hope was that the one so cherished would become a minister to others.  But it was not so.
            And then unwillingly we become aware of a strange unresponsiveness in the one for whom nothing had seemed too much to do, of a coldness that chilled, a hardness that pushed away as with hard hands the heart that had almost broken to save that life from destruction.
            Then (but only those who have gone through such a bereft hour will understand) a fear worse than any pain has us in its grip:  is the love of the years slipping from us?  “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do” – is that fading from our memory?  “Love never faileth” – is love failing now?  Shall we find ourselves meeting lovelessness with lovelessness?
            In such an hour a poem, now many years old, that expressed a desperate prayer, burned into words:

                        Deep unto deep, O Lord,
                                    Crieth in me,
                        Gathering strength, I come,
                                    Lord, unto Thee.
                        Jesus of Calvary,
                                    Smitten for me,
                        Ask what Thou wilt, but give
                                    Love to me.

Yes, ask what Thou wilt, any hopes any joys of human affection, any rewards of love, but let not love depart.  Nothing ordinary is equal to this new call; nothing in me suffices for this.  O Lord of Love and Lord of Pain, abound in me in love: Love through me, Love of God.

6

            Our dear Lord listens to the prayer that goes not out of feigned lips, and it is written for our comfort that he causes those who love Him to inherit substance, the wonderful “substance” that is “grace instead of grace,” the perpetual gift of His fullness.  This grace is no mere “impersonal substance,” but God working in us, the Lord in action in our very springs of thought and will.  God is Love; so, for us, Love is this blessed “Substance” that the children of the Father are caused to inherit.
            It is the river’s word again.  The empty river-bed “inherits” the water that pours through it from the heights; it does not create that water, it only receives it, and its treasuries are filled, its pools overflow for the blessing and refreshment of the land.  It is so with us; our treasuries of time, our years with all their months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, are filled with the flowing treasure of love that we may help others.  Who could have thought of such joy for us but He whose name is Love?  Now unto Him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us, unto Him be glory.

7

            Let us end on a very simple note: Let us listen to simple words; our Lord speak simply:  “Trust Me, My child,”  He says. “Trust Me with a humbler heart and a fuller abandon to My will than ever thou didst before.  Trust Me to pour My love through thee, as minute succeeds minute.  And if thou shouldst be conscious of anything hindering that flow, do not hurt My love by going away from Me in discouragement, for nothing can hurt so much as that.  Draw all the closer to Me; come, flee unto Me to hide thee, even from thyself.  Tell Me about the trouble.  Trust Me to turn My hand upon thee and thoroughly to remove the boulder that has choked they river-bed, and take away all the sand that has silted up the channel.  I will not leave thee until I have done that which I have spoken to thee of.  I will perfect that which concerneth thee. Fear thou not, O child of My love; fear not.”
            And now…to gather all in one page:
            Beloved, let us love.
            Lord, what is love?
            Love is that which inspired My life, and led Me to My Cross, and held Me on My Cross.  Love is that which will make it thy joy to lay down thy life for thy brethren.
            Lord, evermore give me this love.
            Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after love, for they shall be filled.