It's a calling
Ingrained in the heart,
No going back
God's love to impart.
It's a calling
Full of God's hope,
Ministering the Word
God's love to impart.
It's a calling
Bubbling with joy,
His Spirit's anointing
God's love to impart.
It's a calling
Faith - if you will,
Trust and devotion
God's love to impart.
It's a calling
A challenge, a way,
Take it or leave it
God's love to impart.
It's a calling
Will you stop praying,
And tell me
What do you say?
©Revdjo 20/8/2013
An exploration of Christian spirituality with a touch of hilarity along the way. Well hopefully it will be entertaining. This is a blog of the female variety but written for all. Welcome to anyone searching for God, entertainment... or... who just likes reading blogs. Just so you know this is not an academic blog but an exploration of spirituality. This is the world of Jo.
Tuesday, 20 August 2013
Wednesday, 7 August 2013
Clean
I've been cleaning the house tonight. Here's a poem that arrived as I soaked awake my aches in the bath - one of my places of inspiration. I hope to like it.
'Throw out the rubbish'
I heard you say.
I emptied the bins,
for the sake of my sins.
'What about those spots?'
I looked around..
And scrubbed and cleaned,
I washed the pots.
'The dust in the corner.'
'The speck over there?'
I hovered the rug
And under the chair.
I listen for your voice.
I hear only a din.
The music next door.
I open the gin.
Drowning my sorrows
I put up my feet.
It's comfy here.
I fall asleep.
'What about your hands?
And the state of your heart?'
I open my eyes.
You gave me a start!
©Revdjo 7/8/13
Sunday, 21 July 2013
Sharing the shame
Lost in my body
My soul escapes.
It ventures the road
others won't take.
Tears lost inside
Pain is my name.
Shouting at me
Sharing my shame.
If only you saw
The man at the door.
Watching with me
As I look at the floor.
They use me
And abuse me.
They look
And they prod.
Day after day,
Hour after hour,
Minute by minute
I look at the clock.
I wonder if I
Will ever remember,
Sunshine and freedom
The rain in September?
©Revdjo 21/7/13
Today we had a speaker, Andrew Wrath, from Hope for Justice. When will human trafficking end? We commemorate the abolishing of the slave trade but yet it still continues. Human trafficking is the slave trade of this century. It needs to stop; until then we share the shame. Please Lord let it end.
Friday, 19 July 2013
What helps you to pray?
I like things around me to make me think and, in turn, to pray. The above photo, and the one bellow, were taken in my study. So, what inspires you? What helps you to imagine and dream of possibilities yet to be? What helps you to pray?
I like to laugh as often as I can. Life really is too short to be grumpy, besides we use less muscles to smile then we do to frown. So sit for a moment, have a cup of tea, and think of the things that make you laugh. They are usually free! Perhaps its as simple as chatting with a friend?
Maybe it's nature that inspires you, maybe it's words, maybe you dream of possibilities when you sleep? I have said before, I am at my most creative late at night, normally before I drift off to sleep. This is also the time I am most relaxed and most receptive to God's voice. Yes, there are other times and in my quest to seek God's face I have found solace in quiet days (retreats from the outside world), and alone pottering in the garden, and just recently in the middle of the swimming pool where I felt God's still small voice says to me, 'I'm here.' God is all around us. It's a question of us connecting with him. So how do we do it?
As I reflect on my sign that says 'sit long, talk much, laugh often' I wonder can I apply this to my prayer life? Have you tried pouring your heart out to God recently? Try it. Go on give it a go... Shout at him. Scream at him. Tell him how you feel. Jump up and down. Cry, laugh, but be honest, honest with your emotions. There is nothing like a heart wrenching prayer. God hears the cry of our heart. He is there, talk to him, he's waiting for that long chat and for you to tell him how you feel. And then listen... wait for him to respond. Feel his peace, the peace that passes all understanding.
Luke 12:22-31 NRSV
22 He said
to his disciples, “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life,
what you will eat, or about your body, what you will wear. 23 For life is more than food, and the body more than clothing. 24 Consider
the ravens: they neither sow nor reap, they have neither storehouse nor
barn, and yet God feeds them. Of how much more value are you than the
birds! 25 And can any of you by worrying add a single hour to your span of life? 26 If then you are not able to do so small a thing as that, why do you worry about the rest? 27 Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not clothed like one of these. 28 But
if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and
tomorrow is thrown into the oven, how much more will he clothe you—you
of little faith! 29 And do not keep striving for what you are to eat and what you are to drink, and do not keep worrying. 30 For it is the nations of the world that strive after all these things, and your Father knows that you need them. 31 Instead, strive for his kingdom, and these things will be given to you as well.
Saturday, 13 July 2013
Words

On a page,
On a wall.
Words matter let them flow
From within,
From your soul.
Words matter let them flow
Cascading,
Descending,
Slow.
Words matter let them flow
Speak them out,
Let them show.
Words matter let them flow
Igniting,
Highlighting,
Go!
copyright Revdjo 13/7/13
Friday, 12 July 2013
What is this mystery you keep?
I've taken lots of photos
As I gazed upon your beauty.
I've wondered at your elegance
And tried to understand
Why you're so cold
When its warm outside.
How you're so silent
When your bells are tolled.
What is this mystery you keep?
Sealed in a book that's centuries old.
Your perfume it haunts me
And follows me home.
What is it you desire of me?
As you beckon
And annoy.
You call my name
I'll not be shamed.
I won't ignore.
I will explore.
New day.
New start.
New open door.
I'm here again once more.
©Revdjo 12/7/13
Rev 3:20 'Here I am! Behold I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person and they with me.
Sometimes things are difficult to work out exactly what they are until you step back to see it really is the obvious.
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