And while I’m away
I’m leaving the fiancée in charge
Have you met her?
She’s the one
Who behaves like a whore
Has been unfaithful
On numerous occasions
Been violent
Lusted after fame
And fortune
But what can I do?
I love her endlessly
She’s my bride
And even
If she’s messed
With your own heart
And head
You should love her
And live with her too
Apart from second hand words
She’s all you’ve got
Of me


Always believe you’ll be blessed

Metaphorical ashes dressed in sacks, 
Knees bent, cursing illness that will not budge, 
Lean on haunting songs as we pray for backs,
Easy tears as makeup starts to smudge. 
Men fall to the floor. Like trees cut above roots,
But some limped on, still lame, still blind; 
Worn with life; searching mustard plant shoots,
Of hope and peace and not being left behind.
Ministry, ministry an ecstasy of tumbling, 
Catching clumsy fallers only just in time; 
But I was crying inside and stumbling, 
And struggling as a fish on a line . . . 
Dragged through darkness, searching for light, 
Under a sea of culture, I was drowning. 
Gasping the atmosphere, losing all my fight, 
Only smiles are welcomed here, not frowning. 
Smothered by the noise of that place, 
The still, quiet voice hidden in the din, 
And a formula sold and found for grace, 
A cure for all sickness and for sin; 
I would hear and believe it, if I only could,
And sing with my corrupted lungs,
Obscene within, bitter as I stood.

While they babble in nonsense tongues, 
I would rather God used my weaknesses, if pressed,
Than believe some unreachable, desperate glory,
The old lie; always believe you’ll be blessed
The charismatic story.

Parable of the sneezing Man version 2

The Kingdom of God is like a man who was infected with a virus and was sneezing. 
Once or twice as he sneezed he caught the virus in a tissue and threw it away in the bin.
Other virus particles infected his neighbour, who took regular paracetamol and ibuprofen and did not develop symptoms. 
He sneezed on people who had already had the same cold and their immune system choked out the virus. 
But he kept sneezing and some virus particles fell on those not immune to it, and it produced viral symptoms that were thirty, sixty, and even a hundred times as much as the man had!
Anyone with ears to hear should listen and understand.

The virus that was caught in the tissue represents those who are embarrassed to spread the message about the Kingdom. Then the evil one comes and snatches away the message meant for others. The person who caught the virus but suppressed the symptoms represents those who hear the message, immediately receive, but then resist and walk away. Since the virus doesn’t take hold they don’t display the symptoms of the Kingdom. The people who were immune to the virus had heard about the Kingdom before but didn’t believe its message could provide answers to the worries of this life and preferred the lure of wealth, so again no fruit of the Kingdom is produced. The virus that infected other people represents those who truly hear and understand God’s word through the pain, suffering and weakness of an individual and spreads like an outbreak producing Kingdom symptoms thirty, sixty, or even a hundred times as much as the index case!

Matthew 13 v3-9, 19-23

Strategy Pt.2

Then he told them a story: “A youth worker worked for a youth ministry that produced fine young people. He said to himself, ‘What should I do? I don’t have a strategy for all my young people.’ Then he said, ‘I know! I’ll tear up all my plans and build bigger ones. Then I’ll have accounted for every young person and every leader. And I’ll sit back and say to myself, “My friend, you have planned for years to come. Now take it easy! Eat, sing, and design icebreakers!”’
“But God said to him, ‘You fool! What if you die this very night? Then what will happen to the master plan you have worked for?’

Luke 12v16-20

Strategy pt. 1 (Warning about Self-Confidence)

Look here, when we say, “Today or tomorrow we are going to teach a certain topic and learn all about it. We will run a small group and make the Lord known.” How do we know what the life of people will be like tomorrow? Their  faith is like a fire—it burns brightly a little while, then dies downs, then brightly again. What we ought to say is, “If the Lord wants to, He will use us to reveal Himself to them.”

Otherwise we are boasting about our own plans, and all such boasting is evil.
 James 4v13-16

If Judea had been in Yorkshire

1: Ahh.. Very passable, this, very passable.
2: Nothing like a good feast, ay Barnabas?
3: You’re right there Paul.
4: Who’d a thought 2000 years ago we’d all be sittin’ here in heaven drinking and feasting together?
1: Aye. In them days, we’d a’ been glad to have the price of a couple o’ pigeons.
2: A couple o’ cold pigeons.
4: Without salt or pepper.
3: Or pigeon!
1: Off a filthy, cracked plate.
4: We never used to have a plate. We used to have to eat out of a rolled up rag.
2: The best we could manage was to suck the juices off the rag.
3: But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.
1: Aye. Because we were poor. Paul you used to say to me, “Money doesn’t buy you happiness.”
4: You were right. I was happier then and I had nothing’. We used to all go to church together in this tiny old temple, with great big holes in the roof.
2: Temple? You were lucky to have a temple! When I was in Ephesus we used to meet in one house, all hundred and twenty-six of us, no furniture. Half the floor was missing; we were all huddled together in one corner for fear of falling!
3: You were lucky to have a house church! In Damascus we used to have church in a corridor!
1: Ohhhh we used to dream of having fellowship in a corridor! Woulda’ been a palace to us. We used to meet out in a hut by the river in Philippi. We got splashed every morning by people being baptised!
4: Well when I say “temple” it was only really a tent, but it was a temple to us.
2: We were evicted from our tent; we had to go meet in a cafe!
3: You were lucky to have a cafe! There were a hundred and sixty of us doing church together under an aqueduct in the open air.
1: Roman aqueduct?
3: Aye.
1: You were lucky. We did church for three months on a rubbish tip. We used to have to get there at six o’clock in the morning, clean a space in the tip, beg for some bread for communion, which we shared with the down-and-outs at the tip, go to work down brickworks for fourteen hours a day week in-week out to raise money for the wine. When we got home, our neighbours would persecute us for consorting with Gentiles!
2: Luxury. We used to have to get to our cafe at three o’clock in the morning, clean the cafe, feed the beggars in the square outside, go to work tent-making every day for tuppence a month, come back to the café, take out a loan for the communion bread and wine and preach the gospel until we fell asleep, if we were lucky!
3: Well we had it tough. We used to get to our aqueduct at twelve o’clock at night, and brush and landscape the patch of land. We would pray for healing for a handful of lepers, commune with the Holy Spirit for 5 hours and then work nineteen hours building the first hospital for sick children for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, the Pharisees would slice us in two with a bread knife.
4: Right. I had to sleep at our tent so I could get there, half an hour before I went to bed. I preached the gospel in my sleep, I would feed everyone in the city, whether they liked it or not, worked twenty-two hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when I came home, I would run all around the town so that my shadow would pass over anyone sick so they were healed by God, all whilst dancing and singing “Hallelujah.”
1: But you try and tell the young Christians today that… and they won’t believe you.
ALL: Nope, nope..