Friday, 8 January 2021

THE TWELVE CHOSEN - JAMES THE GREATER

 

James the greater was one of the original twelve disciples chosen by Christ to preach his gospel and it was Jesus who named James and his brother john the sons of thunder because they both struggled to control their tempers.

He and his brother were born the Son’s of Zebedee and Salome and with john he was a fisherman until Jesus called him to be a fisher of men.

Before he was called by the lord James was a disciple of Saint John the Baptist and it is widely believed that Jesus and James were in fact cousins.

He is known as James the Greater not out of conceit he was so called simply because he was the first of the James’ to become an apostle thus the other is known as James the lesser.

During his time as a disciple he was present during most of the recorded miracles of Christ and after the crucifixion James went on to preach the gospels in Samaria, Judea, and Spain

In one tale of James travels he is said to have brought back to life a boy who had been unjustly hanged, and had been dead for several weeks.

When news of the boy's resurrection reached his father he was eating his supper and pronounced the story to be worthy of ridicule.

In fact he thought it nonsense and he said that his son was no more alive than the roasted fowl on the supper table and laughed uproariously and at this the roasted bird sat up sprouted feathers and flew out of the window.

James became the First of the Apostles to be martyred when he was beheaded in Jerusalem by King Herod Agrippa I.

The legend has it that upon his death his body was taken from Jerusalem by angels, and sailed in an unmanned and rudderless boat to Spain, where it was enveloped by a massive rock.

St James’ relics are held at Compostella in Spain and the pilgrimage to the shrine of Santiago de Compostella became so popular that he became the patron saint of pilgrims.

His time spent spreading the gospels in Spain and the placing of his relics in a shrine there led to James being adopted as patron saint of Spain and all things Spanish.

Santiago the Spanish for of saint James became the battle cry of the Spanish army.

The legend has it that Upon the cry of Santiago in Galicia the saint appeared upon a steed of brilliant white St James the greater was transformed from a fisher of men for his lord to Santiago Matamoros, or St. James the Moor slayer single handed-ly killing up to 60,000 Arabs in one battle as a result the Spanish won the day and drove the Moors out of Spain.

Such is the pressure from the liberal elite to be seen to be doing the right thing and in the name of political correctness the statue of St James the moor slayer, which depicts the saint beheading a number of the Saracens in battle, is being removed from his cathedral, Santiago de Compostella, in case a Muslim might be offended.

 

Why a Muslim would enter a Catholic cathedral in the first place is beyond me.

Saturday, 2 January 2021

THE GENTLE ANGEL

 

At his bedside

The gentle Angel stood

Watching as a man slept,

Listening to his quiet

Shallow breath

The Angel reached out a hand

And spoke softly

“Come with me now, 

It’s time to see the lord”

So sleeping no more

He left his empty body

And took the offered hand

The Angel smiled

And they began to ascend

To a better place and time.

They travelled vertically

Though not through a tunnel,

As he was expecting,

It was more like a chimney.

They climbed toward a light,

Which was as expected,

And the light became ever brighter

Until its brilliance

Became almost blinding

All at once, they emerged,

Into the land of light and love

The gentle Angel smiled

Before evaporating into the light

And the man was surrounded

By those who had passed before

Familiar faces greeted him

Loved ones from years past

And they introduced him

To the delights of paradise,

Where milk and honey flowed.

Scenes of unimagined beauty,

Sweet, perfumed air, heavenly music

And Choirs of angels singing

But what overpowered his senses

Seeping through every pore

Overwhelming him and filling his heart

Was a pure everlasting love

Tuesday, 29 December 2020

CRISPIN AND CRISPINIAN

 

Born to a noble Roman family

In the 3rd century AD,

Crispin and Crispinian,

Persecuted for their faith,

Fled their homeland

And travelled to Gaul

And preached Christianity

To the Gaul’s in Soissons.

They made shoes by night

To support themselves

And also aided the poor

But their evangelical success

Brought them to the attention

Of a jealous Rictus Varus,

Governor of Belgic Gaul,

Who brought their good works

To a savage end

 

Sunday, 27 December 2020

LET GOD IN

 

Let God within your heart

Fill the void of darkness

Fill it with love and joy

Let his love envelope your being

Let him bring light

Where darkness once dwelt

Let him bring love

Where hate once ruled

Let him bring happiness

Where sadness held dominion

Sunday, 20 December 2020

MALACHI’S WORDS

I sat by her bedside

As she lay motionless

Cruelly aware of her incarceration

Trapped inside a broken body

Unable to move

Unable to speak

A mere shadow of what once was

And in my black despair

I prayed for her

And I heard Malachi’s words

So I prayed for her release

So she would awake with the Lord

And burst forth from her stall

Like a young calf in springtime

Friday, 18 December 2020

Uncanny Christmas Tales – (020) A Winter’s Tale

It was in sixteenth century Germany, or so the legend has it, in a town called Wittenberg in Saxony-Anhalt.

That the founder of the protestant church, Martin Luther, was the first to decorate a Christmas tree with lighted candles.

Apparently when he was walking home through the forest one dark and frosty winter’s night, his attention was drawn to the myriad of bright stars that he could see sparkling and twinkling through the branches of the trees.

The beauty of the nights display had a great effect on him, and he proceeded home very excited.

When he arrived home he relayed to his family what he had seen and what had excited him so and almost immediately he set about decorating his Christmas tree with candles and then to his families surprise he lit them.

Goodness only knows what his family thought, possibly that he was possessed, and what of the other people in the town, what did they think of him and his antics?

It probably caused as much consternation than the reformation.

Tuesday, 15 December 2020

IN THE QUIET OF THE NIGHT

 

In the quiet of the night

As peaceful silence reigns

I hear an angel singing

And I wonder if it’s you

 

Amidst the dawn chorus

When birds are centre stage

I hear an angel singing

And I consider if it’s you

 

When the wind is in the trees

Swirling in the breeze

I hear an angel singing

And I think it might be you

 

When the rain cascades,

Falling from the heavens

I hear an angel singing

And I’m sure it must be you

 

When the sun brightly shines

And I feel it warm my skin

I hear an angel singing

And I believe it maybe you

 

At the setting of the sun

When another day is done

I hear an angel singing

And I know that it is you


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