Now once more
The
year has turned
The
advent candle
Long
since burned
Hearts
darken
As
we count the cost
And
the season’s spirit
Is
all now lost
But
it need not
All
be dark and gloom
Light
can again
Illuminate
the room
So
here is a philosophy
For
all of us
God
is for life
Not
just for Christmas
Dear Lord protect
The
soldiers on the line
And
grapes upon the vine
The
policemen on the beat
The
homeless on the street
The
elderly and the frail
The
Transgressors in the jail
The
young and the vulnerable
The
well off and comfortable
Fire
fighters at their station
Carers
with their dedication
The
judiciary and the medics
The
believers and the sceptics
Those
in planes and boats and cars
The
planets and the stars
Crops
growing in the soil
Those
hard about their toil
The
river, the lake and the dam
The
lion the wolf and the lamb
The
animals on the farm
Protect
them Lord from harm
Thank you for the morning
For the new day dawning
Thank you for the dawn chorus
Refreshing and delighting us
Thank you, Lord, for another day
“God with us,” or Emmanuel
“A
savior”
In
Hebrew called Joshua
In
Greek the name was Jesus
“The
chosen one”
In
Hebrew called Messiah
In
Greek named Christ
Jesus
Christ
The
Son of God
A
Jew Born in the Roman Empire
Given
by God to the world
For
two thousand years
Not
known by a Latin name
But known by all by his name in Greek
Bang!
Isn’t
that how it all began?
Scientists
tell us so
Like
the gospels
Darwin’s
disciples preach it
Talking
of the creation myth
And
the big bang theory
As
if a theory has more weight
Than
a myth
God
didn’t create the universe
They
say
But
science with its big bang
I
find it hard to believe
It
cannot be so
Science
cannot create a world
Or
a universe
They
can only end it
With
a big bang
Science
will ultimately destroy
What
they play with life like a toy
They
try to play god
With
their own creations
Science
gave us gun powder
Nuclear
weaponry
Choking
carbon monoxide
Acid
rain
Holes
in the ozone layer
I
believe in the creation
And
the creator
God
created us all
With
all our faults and frailties
And
god gave us great abilities
But
he also gave us reason
And
the common good sense when not to use them
Just
because we can do something
Doesn’t
mean that we should
I
believe god created a world to love
But
if it all began
With
that big bang
And
nothing existed
Before
that moment
Who
lit the match?
Who
pressed the button?
Who
flicked the switch?
That
caused the explosion
The
bang
The
ignition of life
In
all its forms
Perhaps
we are an experiment
In
some cosmic crucible
Or
the universe is contained
Within
a dirty goldfish bowl
Whose
water could imminently be refreshed?
It
doesn’t really matter
How
it started
Either
by the creation myth
Or
the big bang theory
The
argument is like the universe
A
question of balance
Good
and bad
Great
and small
Searing
heat and freezing cold
High
and low
There
has to be an opposite
To
give credence to either
All
I know of the universe
The
world
This
life
Is
its very special
Very
precious
And
finite
Which
begs another question?
How
will it end?
Will
it be with a
Bang!
Just standing in a palace doesn’t make you a Tsar
Any
more than standing in a garage makes you a car
It doesn’t
make you a cook if you stand in a kitchen
Pentecost Sunday is
The
Feast of Weeks
White
Sunday
Is
the fiftieth day
And
Marks the end
Of
Eastertide
Celebrating
the descent
Of
the Holy Spirit
Upon
the Apostles
And
all followers
Of
Jesus Christ
