My tears wash the feet

I have been away on the East Midland Baptist Association's ministers' retreat this week. We were blessed with two fantastic speakers again this year, Julie Kilpin (you can find her on twitter @julietkilpin) from Urban Expression (@urbanshalom) and Ian Stackhouse. Juliet was talking about alternative expressions of church and Ian on his book Primitive Piety. I have already blogged on Ian's book - when I eventually find the post I will post you a link! Why am I always so amazed at how much God speaks to my heart during this time?

We ended the retreat with praise and worship and Ian spoke to us on Luke 7: 36-50 - the women who anointed Jesus feet. As I reflected on the following verse and the love expressed I wrote this short poem.

'As she stood behind him at his feet weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears. Then she wiped them with her hair, kissed them and poured perfume on them.' Luke 7:38

My tears wash the feet

My tears wash the feet

Of the Saviour I meet.

My scares are seen

In his hands and feet.

In the mirror,

That once was dark,

I see the light.

Reflection seen,

The picture of me

And Christ inside.

©Revdjo 27/9/13 

The Mind of Christ

Baptist Church meetings are all about finding the mind of Christ. They are not a democracy where everyone votes in an expression of their opinion but rather a theocracy where we seek to find the mind of Christ and listen to what God says about any one issue. This was on my mind as I wrote this poem. Let me know if you like it. I always have difficulties in knowing if what I write is hitting the spot or not. 

The mind of Christ

Is always there.

We search in earnest

And see him there.

He's in the midst

He weeps with you.

Sorrow and pain

Are in his stare.

Look up to Jesus

Nailed to a tree.

forgiven sinner

that's you and me.

Watch, listen.

Understand.

We tread the path

on solid ground.

And pray we must

to seek his face,

With bended knee

Humility.

The mind of Christ

He's in the midst.

Look up to Jesus

Watch, listen

And Pray we must.

Revdjo 18/9/13

Caught in a World

Caught in a world 

Silently trapped.

No crying heard.

No going back.

Motionless movement.

Only a stir.

No dancing jig.

No evening twirl. 

Memories vivid.

Dreaming inside.

No recompense.

No chance for regret.

Patiently waiting.

Wanting to hear.

The voice of the maker

Say I'm over here.

©Revdjo 15/9/13

No words can express

In the silence of night,

And cool autumn breeze,

My wandering mind

It falls to its knees.

Struggling to think,

Spiralling pain,

Empty inside

I call on your name.

No words can express,

I struggle to say,

As I pour out my soul 

Transformed by your Spirit.

Memories fixed,

Won't be forgotten,

Forgiveness and love

Grace reconciled.

Justice for all,

Or only the righteous?

These are the questions 

Please answer them Lord.

©Revdjo 11/9/13