Mortality

Here’s today’s insert from: The heart of a kiwi Christian: a personal journey

25/3/17 Mortality

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I’ve been reflecting on my own mortality, and suddenly realized: mortality is a gift! Wow: that’s radical! As Solomon wrote in Proverbs in the Old Testament, there is a time to live and a time to die: and I’m beginning to become grateful for it.

In our lives, we track down a path of different seasons: birth, childhood, adolescence, early adulthood, middle age – that’s me now – older age, and then comes death. We’re wired for it, these different stages: our lives flow out in a pattern of the seasons. The reality of the seasons changes us: we are different in middle age, more formed, more complete, than in early adulthood, and a grasping and accepting of our own mortality changes us too. It brings a freedom, the acceptance of death – a greater and deeper freedom to live.

What would it feel like, I wonder, if we were not wired for perhaps 70- 100 years: if we were, rather, wired for 500- 1000 years, like some of the figures of the Old Testament? What would that look like? Two hundred years of adolescence? Two hundred years of early adulthood? Or would it be full development for hundreds of years: a full offering of oneself over a long period of time for the sake of others?

I don’t know what it means to live a thousand years: but I do know what is has meant to live forty years. I’m grateful for life, but now, suddenly, I find myself also grateful for death. The reality of death can forge us: it can form us. The acceptance of death can free us: the awareness of our own mortality can inform us and release us into a deeper expression of our own humanity.

I’m glad to be merely mortal: I embrace my own mortality. Death, now, has become my friend, in setting my life free.

There is a time to live and a time to die.

Beauty

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Beauty…
What is beauty? A stunning landscape, sparkling light off the sea, rich green grass; a face that draws the eye: fine lines, intriguing gaze…
But what then is spiritual beauty?
A sense of what is beyond: light, purity, of what it greater, and better, than we are…
Water, for the desert. Inspiration, for the artist and activist.
Purpose, in simply being alive.

A fuller discovery of our being.
An actualization of our design.

For life, real life, true and testing, in all of its abundance, is worthy of the search, worthy of the struggle, worthy of sacrifice.
True life demands our all, and in return offers us the most stunning encounter with beauty.
For what else is worth living and dying for?

The heart of a kiwi Christian: a personal journey

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Here’s the first excerpt from my page: The heart of a kiwi Christian: a personal journey Feel free to leave comments on this blog post.

I’ve decided to write a personal journal. Why? Because my heart is being changed.

It’s quite a journey, life! There are ups and downs, struggles, battles – the deepest battles sometimes are within our own hearts.

I’ve found an ally in that kind of warfare: a powerful ally,  so I’ve found – so I’ve experienced, to the depths of who I am.

There are times in our lives when we find great treasure – and we can’t help but want to pass that treasure on. Jesus Christ has become that treasure for me: the pearl of great price! The taonga.

I want to make that treasure known.

Come: join me! Find out who this person is! Let me share how Jesus has made my life, and my heart, so much better.

18/2/17 The best things in life cost our all.

There is a saying that the best things in life are free. The idea here is that we need to pay money for treasures like pearls, or diamonds, while more important than these is love: and love is for free. But is love really for free? They say true love is unconditional: but is true love really unconditional?

I’m not talking about a kind of love that expects results: a parental love, say, that is only given if the child succeeds, or a romantic love that is only given on payment of sex. The idea of unconditional love says no to these: a good parent will love their child irrespective of their achievement; a good partner will love even in the absence of sexual pleasure. But there is a higher kind of love than this: a higher calling into Love that requires the payment of a price in order for it to reach its true realization.

Jesus is calling us into that kind of Love.

Are the best things in life for free? No: the best things in life demand our all. A parent staying up all night for a sick child. A spouse remaining sexually faithful with an incapacitated mate. True love sacrifices: true love costs. And, in response to paying the right and necessary price, true Love beckons for us to do the same in return.

This is what Jesus means, when he says, ‘Take up your cross and follow me.’ He offers his life to save our souls: to carry our darkness, our flaws, our human frailty – but does it end there? It does not. Love beckons: ‘I’ve done this to show you what real Love is: now, go and do the same. Be like me.’

‘Take up your cross and follow me.’

Love costs. Love demands. Love beckons us to be more than we are.

The best things in life cost our all.

Don’t be afraid.

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“Do not be afraid for your lives here.
Who by worrying can add even one hair to his head?”

What person, through fear, can truly find peace?
What nation, through fear, can truly win freedom?

If we let go of our lives, we can begin to truly find them.
If we release our grip on our own self-defence, we can begin to find true security: for ourselves, for our enemies, and for all of humanity.

Don’t act out of fear: act out of what is right for all.
Sometimes what is right takes sacrifice.
Sometimes what is right takes courage.
It takes courage to take a hit to preserve our enemy.
It takes courage to turn the other cheek.

Have courage.
Love your enemy.

(Inspired by Jesus Christ.)

Christmas: It’s about Family.

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What does Christmas mean? Why do we go to all this trouble, every year: piling up the roads with traffic, putting up the decorations, stressing at midnight to make sure we’ve bought all the last gifts…

Family? Is Christmas about family? For many of us, that’s a double-edged sword. For many of us, meeting with family is the deepest challenge of all. There are 365 days to meet with family: but on Christmas day, everyone comes together to feast, and to gift, as if everything is okay – as if the tensions of the rest of the year don’t exist at all.

Yet, the tensions do still exist: we are but human. Strained relationships, unresolved conflicts, losses from the past…for some of us, these realities abound and intensify in pain at Christmas time. Family isn’t picture perfect, for these! Family isn’t joy and peace: family is pain.

Yet there is another dimension to Christmas.

Two thousand years ago, a child was born in Israel. The circumstances of his birth were unusual: there was talk of angels, and of God. A teenaged mother, at risk of being ostracised even to death by her own people. An engagement to a man not the father. Who was the father? To answer this also was to risk death.

The Father was God.

Her pregnancy grew. Her husband had to travel, for a census: so they travelled together. There were no cars or buses: there was only their own two feet, and maybe a donkey. They walked: a long way. A bit like walking, or riding a donkey, from up north to Auckland. Pregnant. That’s pretty uncomfortable!

They went through the big city, Jerusalem, and on to the town Bethlehem. She went into labour, but there was no accommodation available, so where did she deliver? Maybe in a stable, or shed. She wrapped the baby boy up in strips of cloth, as was the thing to do back then, and laid him in an animal feeding trough. Better than the floor!

This baby boy was born in animal accommodation.

Who was this child, proclaimed by angels, born amongst animals: considered of such little worth by some to have to be laid in a manger, a feeding trough, and yet later to be visited by wise men from distant lands? Who was this one, who was later to transform the very foundation of the Roman Empire that had ordered his father to travel to Bethlehem in the first place?

This is Jesus Christ. Jesus, Yeshua, in Hebrew: the son of Joseph/Yosef, the son of David, of Nazareth. Christ, ‘the anointed one,’ the Hebrew Messiah, king and priest, awaited, but also rejected.

So what’s all this mean for us?

A light came into the world, 2000 years ago: a light that has been strong enough to remain, to this day. Light is for darkness: his light is to illuminate our darkness. This child grew into a man. He shared about God, and about humanity: he challenged the religious leaders of the day, and was killed for it.

Yet death could not keep him down.

What does Christmas mean? A mass of people gathered around Christ. Why are people gathering around him? Because of his words, because of his actions: because of his power, greater than our weaknesses – even greater than death itself.

Why not find out about this man, who dared to speak out, who dared to die, in order to shine Light: in order to overcome the darkness with his Light?

Christ is born, and is still being born, in the hearts and minds of people today. Turns out Christmas is about family, after all: Christ’s family.

Whether you know Christ, or do not, whether you wish to, or do not, I wish you a happy Christmas. And to those of us who want to know more, then, come. Feast on the spiritual food! Join us! Join the mass around Christ.

Come, let us adore him.

 

Love Never Fails

Love is powerful.

It raises the dead to life.

It pushes through pain to delivery.

It laughs in the face of adversity.

Love never fails.

 

Frailty shakes, but Love holds out its hand.

Fear corrupts, but Love calls those full of fear to greater courage.

Self-defence sacrifices others in its own Dark Shrine, but Love sacrifices itself for its enemies, to show them the way into its Light.

Love never fails.

 

Frailty fails: Love rebuilds.

Fear shakes: Love girds.

Self-defence runs: Love remains.

Love never fails.

 

Though the mountains may shake, and the valleys flood, Love will remain.

Though fear may decimate, Love will prevail.

Though war may come, Love will prevail.

Love never fails.

 

Death may take us all: but, even at the last hour, Love smiles in transcendence over Death.

Love never fails.