Waiting Time

Waiting time is a time that is usually not of our own choosing but rather imposed upon us.  It's a time we have little control over.  If you've ever had to stand and wait for a train that is running late or a workman or delivery man who can't give you a definite time for his visit, you'll know what I mean.

A very slow train to Aviemore in the highlands of Scotland.

 

On the other hand there are waiting times that we know are inevitable.  Try travelling on the M25 at rush hour (a misnomer if ever there was one!) and you feel more like you are in a car park - in fact it is often referred to as the M25 car park.  If we want to take a flight anywhere, we know there will be at least an hour's wait after checking in and usually longer than that with all the security we now need to contend with.

In the natural world, winter is the waiting time when it seems that nothing is happening.  Looking at the plants, it would appear that all is lost except that through experience we know that is not the case - things are just sleeping.  We know very well of course that particularly the bulbs are

Our garden in winter

being transformed deep under ground and in time appear above the snow to herald the spring.  What seems to be like a wilderness, barren and without life is experiencing something extraordinary.  In the waiting something is happening, changing deep where we can't see.

After Jesus had been baptised, you would have thought that He would have started on His ministry.  He had already left His home and family in Nazareth but instead He went off on His own into the wilderness for 40 days and nights.  He had things to sort out, some spiritual warfare to be engaged in.  He was tempted to go an easier route to saving the world but He knew that was not God's will or plan and so He spent a long time battling it out with the enemy and when He had won that particular spiritual battle, He knew the time was right to go back into the towns and villages and begin His work.

In numerous places the Bible says, 'in the fullness of time'.  In other words, when the time was right.  God is not governed by time and He knows just when is the perfect time for something.  It is difficult for us as we cannot know what the future holds.  Sometimes waiting can seem too long.  We want everything quickly or at least peek into the future and have an idea of when something will happen.  I don't have the answers or a quick fix solution.  But I know from my own experience that even in the waiting room of life (which can sometimes last for years), God is at work, deep down working things out, battling on our behalf.  He knows when the time is right and things will be worked out according to His will and purpose.  In the fullness of time, He will open the door for us to leave the waiting room and go forth.

Minsteracres

This poem was written by a lady who visited Minsteracres Monastery on a retreat in October 1991.  She has since died but I often read it and remember many blessed times there.  I hope you will enjoy reading it and are able to capture some of the beauty of the place in her worship.




The avenue of redwoods lining the driveway up to the main house.



I stood bareheaded in the rain
Woshipping
In a great cathedral, the work of God and man
A nave of redwoods,
Eighty feet high, one hundred and thirty years old,
Brought as saplings from the station in the publican's pony cart
And planted there.
Men's part was done then
But God had just begun.
His the soil, the sun, the rain,
His the wind that skins the branches,
His the glory that I worship.

I have seen the cathedrals,
York and Westminster, Guildford and Lincoln,
Durham, Salisbury and Wells,
Built to the glory of God,
But never before God's own handiwork
In such awe-inspiring splendour.
The size, the silence, the spirit
   Brought tears to my eyes,
        warmth to my heart,
               praise to my lips.

I shared my worship, not with human friends
But in the company of pheasants,
A feral cat, a flock of sheep
And an Airedale dog taking a walk,
A red squirrel who fled at my approach,
A choir of blackbirds, chaffinches, rooks,
   and a dove who sang solo.

Yet is was the wind of God's spirit,
   elusive and pervasive through the trees,
Which prompted my song.


Time for a Break

I guess most people look forward to having a break from the mundane round of tasks involved in everyday living.  We anticipate the weekend when we have time to do something different and love planning for holidays and getting away from it all.  We have natural cycles of being awake and needing to sleep.  The body needs time to recoup energy ready to face the next load of activity.  When we are feeling a little unwell, we often find that a day in bed, doing nothing but resting, is as good as taking any medication.  It gives the body a chance to use all its energy in healing rather than in activity.  (I am not of course referring to serious illness - that is quite a different matter.  I refer to when we have an 'off day' or a bit of a cold)

In music, the pause and rest signs are very important and give 'shape' to the sounds we hear.

In the particular piece pictured above, the pause over the rest is poignant.  They come after a part that was gradually getting louder and more forceful.  Everyone is waiting for what comes next - a sense of anticipation and wanting to hear more.  Then the music returns but softly.  What a contrast!  No doubt the whole atmosphere is helped by the use of the paused rest.  It is used for the benefit of the listener.  So pauses and rests are good!

Some years ago (looking back at some photos, I see it's about 20 years ago!) I would go regularly once a year in October to a silent retreat at a monastery in Northumberland.  People who know me questioned at the time that it was possible for me to go 3 days in silence! But it did me SO much good.

As I say it is a monastery owned and run by the Roman Catholic church - called Minsteracres - and a wonderful place for a retreat.  They even had a hermitage in part of the grounds if anyone wanted to use it, where they had no contact with anyone at all, not even at mealtimes.  Special permission had to be granted for this but I just loved to walk in the grounds and see the wildlife - listening to the birds, watching the endangered red squirrels, walking among the giant redwoods - just me and God, without having to make conversation with anyone.  Sheer bliss!  I always returned home renewed and strengthened.  Isaiah reminds us that 'they that wait upon the Lord, shall renew their strength.'  (You can Google Minsteracres Monastery to find out more.)

In many sports there is a time out period when the participants receive a pep talk and encouragement from the coach and go back to the game with renewed determination to win.  That time out gives the body a short time to relax, think about and assess what has gone before and refocus on what now faces them. 

In our busy lives, it isn't always possible to set aside a great deal of time but it is a necessary part of God's plan for our lives and how we were meant to live.  Although God is not governed by time, a time of rest is part of who He is and how He works.  In the creation story we read - and on the seventh day He rested.  It is not only good to have a break - it is necessary for our physical, mental, emotional and spiritual wellbeing.

This post has been about a deliberate and chosen time out.  Next time, I'll write more about a waiting time that is not always of our choosing.

Some things take time

We live in a press-button, instant society when so much is done just by pressing one or two buttons or buying things ready prepared.  A lot of food is ready in a couple of minutes in the microwave.  But I remember as a child, seeing my mother bake bread.  After kneading it she would put it in a massive bowl, cover it with a clean tea towel and place it in front of the blazing coal fire.  After about an hour it was twice the size.  Then she would divide it up into portions and bake it.  That hour in the warmth of the fire was so important.  She could have baked the bread and we could have eaten it but it wouldn't have been half as good as when the dough had risen to its maximum capacity.  Those were the days when we seemed to have more time to do things like that.



Pictures of freshly baked bread taken from a magazine


We know then that some things take time if we are to see them at their best.  Any young lady who is preparing to go out on a date will confirm that!  But seriously, in many walks of life we find this is true - sculptors will chip away for many weeks, even months to achieve the desired results; a craftsman will keep on improving his work and not be content with the first attempt.  Quality so often takes a long time to achieve.

I think the finest example of this is the diamond.  It comes from the Greek word, adámas, meaning unbreakable.  It has the highest hardness and thermal conductivity of any bulk material and this determines their use in cutting and polishing tools.  (Thanks to wikipedia for this information) 

The very lucrative diamond trade

Basically carbon, most natural diamonds are formed at high pressure, high temperature conditions existing at 140-190 kilometres (87-120 miles) in the earth mantle over periods of 1 -3.3 billion years - i.e. 25%-75% of the age of planet Earth.  They are brought nearer to the surface by deep volcanic eruptions.  It is said that diamonds are just carbon that stayed on the job!

The beauty of a diamond

How time changes the appearance of carbon!

We would use carbon as a form of fuel for burning but we wouldn't dream of burning a diamond!  We wouldn't think of carbon as something beautiful but diamonds are considered a very desirable accessory just for that reason.  What a difference time makes!

So sometimes when we have to wait for something, it may be because God is doing something more special that can't be hurried.  My hope and prayer is that as the years progress in my life, that God will use the time to hone me and work on me so that I become a better person than I was 10, 20 or more years ago.  That might just take a long time.

The Fourth Dimension

Recently there has been showing on TV a series of programmes with David Attenborough about Madagascar and its unique flora and fauna.  I, like most other people need to be content to see it on 2 dimensional TV.  But a few may be privileged to actually visit and see all the wonderful creation in 3D.  There are many beautiful pictures of some beautiful places in the world.  It is better, of course if we can actually go and see those places.  I thank God for the privilege that I have had of seeing many such places both near and far.  That is why when we visit somewhere we like to take photos to show off to others when we return and especially the ones where we appear on the photo just to prove that we were there.

A lovely holiday in Malta a few years ago with a great view from my hotel room!

 We often forget though as we look at the beauty and wonder of the created world that in the whole creation story there is a very important fourth dimension - time.  Animals and humans came on the last day of creation.  Before any form of life form, plant of animal, came into existence, God separated the darkness from the light calling them night and day.  Later he made the sun, moon and stars thus as they revolved around in orbit, they gave rise to months, years and seasons giving us structure in our activities.

Instead of thinking about time as the enemy as we often do, (where has the time gone? it's about time! etc.) we need to embrace it and use it as part of God's purpose for our lives.  Instead of letting our lives be ruled by the clock, it is better to allow time its rightful place and benefit from it, or as the Bible says to redeem the time wisely.

Over the next few days, I'll expand a bit more on different aspects of time and how it affects us in different situations.

Satisfied

A couple of weeks ago, I made an attempt at baking some custard slices, at my son's request.  The pastry bit was easy - just roll out some ready made puff pastry and bake.  But the patisserie cream filling was a different matter.  I followed the instructions to the letter but sadly it turned out a bit, not runny but not really set the way it should be for custard slices.  It tasted OK so as we don't like to waste food, they were eaten. 

Today, I had another attempt at making them but this time amended the filling by adding some cornflour to thicken a little more and - voilá - result!

If at first you don't succeed, ... ... ... try again!





After eating one, my chief taster and head culinary critic (my son) gave me a very satisfied look and the 'thumbs up', which means that no doubt I will be expected to make them again sometime in the future. 

Later this afternoon I went into the garden and brought in the washing from off the line.  It was all dry and this time it was I who had the satisfied look on my face.  While in the garden, I was amazed how suddenly the grass seems long and crying out for a trim - not today though.  But I did have a wander around to see what else I could see.

Just the other day everything looked so barren and now the rhubarb has quite a few leaves growing, the jasmine is all in flower and you can see the tiny buds just beginning to form on all the trees and bushes.



Jasmine coming to life






Spring has sprung



The daffodils are all unfolding their yellow headdresses.  Some of them are double headed and as I have quite a number in various parts of the garden I decided to cut just a few to enjoy in the house so I can continue to enjoy them inside as well as outside.  Very satisfying!

First flowers of 2011 from my garden

Living it!

Reading a friend's blog yesterday, I was really struck by what had occurred.  I quote from her blog:

Our neighbours to the land called late last night with a request for a lift into the village as their car was stuck because of the snow and they live about 7km (4.3miles) outside the village. We didn't have much snow yesterday but we did have wind, accompanied by a 10 minute blizzard where our village disappeared from sight, and it meant that their road was not passable with an ordinary car, in fact it was barely passable with ours. The problem was the young lass needed to be in village the following morning, the only catch was that it was for 6:20am, an early start for Ian then. In our three years of living in Latvia we may not have learnt much of the oral language but we do feel we have learnt more about the culture and we feel accepted despite our failings with the language as our neighbours know they can rely on us when they get stuck.

They have found that helping others has paid off in that they are often invited to celebrations and special events by their neighbours and feel really included in their community.

It reminded me of an experience I had many years ago.  Our niece was to be married and we were going to the ceremony and celebrations with other members of the family.  We thought that everything was organised but when we got to the bus stop there were problems and we were unable to get the bus we needed and the next one was the next day.  We had to travel about 150 miles to where the wedding was being held.  My father-in-law mentioned this to a friend and he wasted no time in getting his car out and driving us all there and then returning - a round trip of about 300 miles.  I don't remember exactly what was said that day in the church but I will never forget that generous act of a friend.  

Of course it isn't just about giving someone a lift in a car.  In Acts 10:38, Peter, summing up Jesus' life said, 'He went around doing good.'  He crossed the accepted barriers of religion, class, sex and nationality.  He was totally inclusive because God loves the whole world and Jesus died for the whole world.  All those years ago, our friend, a Roman Catholic was a close friend to us who were evangelicals, a poignant fact in a Catholic country.  My present friend whose blog I quoted is British, living in a foreign country and not really understanding the language fully.  But it's not the words we speak that are remembered, but the way we live.

St Francis of Assissi on one occasion said that he and his companions would go into town and preach to the people and he added, 'we may even use words!'  Do we tell people that we are Christians and so we feel we should and also they expect us to act in a certain way or do they see the way we live and can tell that we are followers of Jesus?  Today on Facebook, a friend wrote that better than saying is doing, better than promising is making something become a reality.  As the years have passed, I realise that denomination and preaching are less important than the actual putting it into practice.  It's not the structure of the group we belong to that matters.  In fact I think that it is almost irrelevant.  People take notice of how we live.  It's the living it that counts. 

One of Life's Little Pleasures

One of my pleasures in life is feeding and watching the birds in our garden.  It is interesting to see them throughout the seasons, from being fledglings still being taught how to feed by their parents, through the 'adolescent' stage when they squabble as they sometimes need to wait their turn for the nuts, fat balls, seed or whatever else is on the bird table, until they show the beautiful variation in colours of the adults.

Just topped up the bird feeding section of the garden

They are my pets.  The down side is that they don't come and greet me when I return home or show any signs of faithfulness, affection or pleasure in my company.  But on the positive side, they are not so expensive to feed, don't need pet insurance, take care of themselves and are not demanding of my time or attention.  They don't tie me down as to how long I can be away from the house and I don't need to make arrangements or pay for care for them when I go away.

One of the 'regulars'.

One of the advantges of being retired is that I have more disposable time to engage in such 'activities' as bird-watching - while sitting in the comfort of my home.

I am blessed indeed!

Friends

There are many emails doing the rounds that are about friends and friendship - friends for a season, special friends, those who are there for ever, those you can tell anything to etc.  I guess it depends what you really mean by friends.  The Concise Oxford Dictionary says:
friend - 1. a person with whom one enjoys mutual affection and regard. 2. a sympathiser, helper, or patron.

There are some friends you meet up with occassionally for a particular reason - a celebration or a coming together for a mutual interest while there are others you just hang out with or share a coffee with.  You want to know their news and share (in detail) what has been happening in your lives since your last meeting.  'Tell me all about it' is what we often say on such occasions.  We want to pack in as much as we can in the limited time we have before returning to our everyday commitments.  I love to have people round at our house for this reason - to share life together.

Catching up with my sister and eating, of course!

 Family gatherings in our family our great as the above photo shows my younger sister and me at my 70th celebration. 

My sister and some of her closest and special friends at her 60th celebrations.

There are those occasions when you meet with others for a specific purpose.  I have made a number of friends and had very blessed times by being with others in prayer teams going into places to encourage and help the local people.



With a prayer team in Lille, France in 2007



A number of years ago, while living in Argentina and working with the Salvaiton Army there, I remember an occasion when a man who was to be the new head of Salvation Army operations in Argentina, Uruguay and Paraguay gave his welcoming talk.  He said that when he arrived at the port, he said to a fellow passenger 'There are my friends'.  The other man asked how long he had known them and he replied that he had never met them.  The other passenger was intrigued - 'you mean they are acquaintances'.  'No', was the reply, 'they are my friends'  Although he had never met them, he knew that because they were all engaged in the same work, had the same purpose in their lives and served together to work for God that they were friends.

I have, over the past couple of years or so, followed a blog that I discovered through someone else's blog.  That's how it happens sometimes.  You know that there are some people that just seem to draw you, like a magnet, and you want to know more about them and follow their journey.  And that's how it was.  This lady and her husband are British but live in Latvia as they felt that God was leading them to be there.  Our connection has grown through the blog system and also through Facebook and recently emails.  Yesterday, I booked a flight to visit them in their home in Latvia in September and on Facebook she wrote the comment 'I'm so excited, my friend Mavis is coming to visit us in September'.  We have never met in the flesh but I know she is a friend and look forward to the time of sharing together.  Thanks Joanna!

Modders

Normally you would buy some new gadget to use it for its true purpose - phone, games console etc.  But there are some people who buy such gadgets to deliberately dismantle them to see how they work and try to apply that technology for a completely different use.  These people are called 'modders'.

When the Wii games system came out, there was a certain modder who modified it in such a way as to make it work, not with a control that you hold in your hand, but with a headset.  The next step was when Microsoft came up with the Kinect - a gadget that responds to your movements and doesn't need a controller like the Wii.

The Kinect that tracks and follow your every move and translates that onto the screen.

In November, when the Kinect first appeared, a Mobile Robotics Team who had worked together for 5 years bought a Kinect machine for the sole purpose of taking it apart.  At first Microsoft made a big fuss about this.  Understandably, such firms as Microsoft, Sony and others are concerned about copyright and people using their designs for counterfeit goods, so modders need to be careful that they don't infringe such regulations.  Now Microsoft is embracing the efforts of the Mobile Robotics Team as they are pushing the new gadget far beyond its intended capabilities.

When they dismantled it they discovered that it doesn't need a controller as the combination of cameras, infrared sensors and a microphone track and measure players movements in 3D space.  They are now developing the gadget as a rescue robot for use in disaster areas, locating injured humans in hazardous environments.  The Kinect is used for 3D mapping and perception and is used along with an inbuilt PC in the place of a XBox. 

This surely is what they call - thinking outside the box!  The whole of this news item can be seen on http://www.bbc.co.uk/  homepage, then in Search put 'Click' and click.  Scroll down to the entry Click:26/02/2011 where you can find out about modders adapting games equipment. 

Seeing the robot, it seems like something out of Star Wars.  I wonder what the next step will be - that the robot will talk to us like R2D2 or C3PO, maybe?  But I do hope that fear of misuse and copyright infringements won't stop the modders applying such technology for good and that the big companies won't put a stop to their research.  

A Good Day

Today started with a visit to me GP.  Just over 3 months ago he recommended that I start taking a tablet (one a day) to control my cholesterol level.  After 3 months I went back to the phlebotomist to have some more blood taken to check the levels again. (See Check ups posted on 8th Feb 2011)  For a number of years my cholesterol level has been between 5.6 and 6.4 so I was hoping for an improvement.  The thing is that the year previous to this I had been really strict on what I was eating in order to try to keep the level down and after a whole year it hadn't changed .  I was gutted to say the least.  So today was the day I had the appointment with the GP to see what the result was.  I was hoping but remembered that in the previous 3 months we had  Christmas (with all the chocolates and extras), New Year and then my 70th birthday celebrations.  Today I was told that in the past 3 months my cholesterol level had gone down to 4.2 .  Wow!  Was I pleased! - and that's without being so strict about my diet. 

What a difference a small tablet can make.

When I got back home, the load I had left in the washing machine was done and so I hung them outside.  We have had a lovely sunny day here today.  Another good job done.  I was on a roll so then I tackled a job that I had been putting off as I had never done anything like it before.  There were a few spaces between the bricks of the house that could do with a bit of repair to the pointing.  About a month ago I had bought a bag of mortar mix for just such a job but with all the wet weather I hadn't got round to doing it. At least that's my excuse. 



Found the trowel in the shed so had no excuse not to do the job.



 But it's amazing the difference a bit of sunshine makes.  So I set to and mixed the mortar and applied it to the wall.  Not a professional job by any means but not bad I thought for a novice.  You're never too old to learn.



Some of the repaired pointing.

All in all I've had a very productive day.  Hopefully this evening I'll settle down to watch TV - and no doubt quietly drift off into dreamland in my recliner.

 

What question?

Yesterday I had the opportunity to watch a programme called 'The Big Questions'  It's a programme I don't usually see for various reasons but yesterday I was intrigued by one of the questions put to the invited guests - 'If Jesus returned today, would He be a Roman Catholic?'  As you can imagine the Catholic priest and the nun said 'Of course' giving their reasons about Jesus building His church on Peter who was the first Pope (in their understanding and belief) So as the head of His church He would return to His church.  This was then quickly disputed by a man who was adamant that he was a humanist and that he felt that all organised religions 'have lost the plot!'  Others reminded everyone that Jesus spent a lot of time condemning and speaking against the religious people of his day who finally crucified him.  It was suggested that if he returned to (as they want to believe) the particular branch of the Christian church 'that He set up' then he might do the same again and they in return would possibly crucify him again.

The discussion continued for some time amongst people of various denominations until a muslim (one of the invited guests)  who accepts Jesus as a great prophet, said that he felt that Jesus wouldn't even understand the question.  He felt that he wouldn't go to any building or join any particular group but instead would go to the estates and see if he could help anyone.  Hmm.  I think that he who declared himself not to be a christian was nearer to the truth.

I have also been reading a few blogs lately where people are questioning what it means to be a christian.  There are many millions of people throughout the world who have now opted out of structured forms of doing church but still feel very much followers of Jesus and live their lives accordingly.  The following is an excerpt from one of these blogs.

The question of disclosing my faith has been a problematic one for me, not through any shame about my beliefs, more through issues about the culture that has grown up around it, and the way that it is popularly perceived. To declare myself ‘Christian’ is to enter an ecosystem of misunderstanding and judgements about what I believe. It is, too often, to be labelled homophobic, unscientific, intellectually closed.

Ironically, rather than answer the question, or offer to denominate ourselves, we should do as Jesus did and turn the question round. Who do you say that I am? was Jesus’ piercing question to Peter, and perhaps this offers something important. Jesus did not self-identify, and may be we should follow this lead.

Perhaps Christians should be non-self-identifying. If you want to call me ‘Christian’ then go ahead. But perhaps it’s best if I don’t identify myself as that. Aim to be known for my actions, not hiding behind my labels. What I think this does is turn the tables on our ethics. Our actions are not based on ‘I call myself a Christian, so I should do x,’ but more on ‘she does x, that’s a Christ-like thing to do.’

Lots of food for thought here.  I think sometimes that we get so caught up in the structure  of how we worship and our own denomination's slant on particular verses of Scripture (and of course, our way is the right way and everyone else is a bit misguided) that we forget just what the gospel is really all about.  Is it important where we choose to congregate or even if we choose to congregate?  Too often we pre-judge people on which denomination they belong to instead of the lives they live.  Remember the bracelets we used to wear - What Would Jesus Do?  Surely to be followers of Jesus we should do what He would do and go where he would go.

WWJD



Whatever!

What a lovely day we had yesterday here in the southwest of England.  I actually hung out a load of washing and got them dried in the sun.  I also noticed my first crocuses in flower.  I had earlier been to do some supermarket shopping and on my way saw along the side of one of the main roads on the outskirts of town that all the daffodils were out in full bloom (Western Relief Road/Lysander Road for those who know the area).  It reminded me of Wordsworth's poem - 'Ten thousand saw I at a glance ... ... a host of lovely daffodils.'  In my garden, however, they are still in bud but showing good signs that soon I will have daffodils in flower as well.

The first crocus of 2011

coming soon

Today I washed some bedding but didn't put it outside to dry as it was a bit too dull and it wouldn't have dried.  I listened to the weather forecast and they say that by tomorrow some parts of the UK will have more snow - again.  What a difference a day makes!

Life is like that - one day things seem to go according to plan and the next nothing seems to go right.  It's like two steps forward and one step back.  I guess the secret is to enjoy the moment, the now.  Someone said that the past is gone and you can't do anything about it, the future you don't know what will come so enjoy the present, it's all you've got.  Another saying I remember is 'don't make today the yesterday you will regret tomorrow.'  Wise words indeed.  But it is sometimes difficult to find something to enjoy in every present moment.  I think Paul found the answer when he said, 'I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances.  I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty.  I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.  I can do everything through him who gives me strength.' (Phil 4:11-13 NIV)

The little things

A Facebook friend this morning wrote that what she had done was only a little thing but it had made a difference in the bigger picture.  That set me thinking about the little things and how important they are.  I thought particularly of the dot or full stop.  Of all the punctuation marks, the full stop is the smallest but has a very important role.  It means the end of a sentence - completion.  It is the first punctuation mark a child is taught.

But then the dot has other important functions.  Try to get a website or send an email when you've missed out a dot or put it in the wrong place!   Without the dot, it doesn't work or you get a site you don't want.  The Morse Code is made up of dots and dashes and again, a dot missed out or in the wrong place can mean a completely different letter.  Even the spaces between letters and words are measured in dots.  If the dot was missed out the 'i' would be an 'e', making 'sit' 'set'.  I'm sure many others examples could be found.


Morse Code

Putting a decimal point in the wrong place can make a big difference.  The problems of division and multiplication involving decimal points and where to put it in the answer!  And what would dice or dominoes be like without the dots?   Braille is also based on the dot system and makes a huge difference to the quality of life of someone with limited or no vision.   

Apart from the dot there are other small things that make a difference.  Miss out the pinch of salt or a spoonful of sugar and the taste of food is quite different.  Remember the old saying 'Look after the pennies and the pounds will look after themselves'.  Or, as in the case of my online friend, a spoken word at the right time and circumstance can make a difference to others.  

As someone who is vertically challenged, I am encouraged to think that small is important and can make a difference.

The Mystery Is Solved

Since moving into this house 21 months ago, I have been aware that we have a regular nocturnal visitor.  Down the side the house is open access so getting into the garden is easy but what puzzled me was the appearance of holes in the ground to get access past the rear fence to the adjacent garden of the next street.



back to back

                           

I had considered mischevious children but surely not most nights throughout the year whatever the weather!  Then I thought it must be the neighbourhood feline population.  I tried blocking up the gaps, nailing extra wood to the fence and blocking with large stones, only to find the next morning that my hard efforts had been dismantled.  I realised that this was not the work of a household pet.  So I ruled out the cats.

My next suspect was an urban fox.  Again, I kept blocking up the gaps and the same thing happened.  It seemed that nothing worked.  I few days ago, I tried again, sure that this time nothing could shift my efforts.  BUT ... you guessed it - another gap was apparent and this time the fence was so bent it almost broke.  What could have such strength?  Whatever it was, it wouldn't be deterred, so I gave in and left a big gap accepting that it was better than having to mend the fence all the time.



What strength to remove part of the fence!


Over the past few days, I have noticed holes dug in other parts of the garden.  The mystery deepened.  What is going on?  I looked through a book we have about animals and looked in the section of wild animals that have recently become urbanised.  I read it, looking for clues.

Last night I awoke, looked at the clock and it said 3:01.  I then saw the rear security light go on - my bedroom window faces out onto the back garden.  I went to the window and there it was.  With my own eyes I saw the culprit.  It was a 2'-3' long badger just going round the shed to the edge near the fence that was hidden from my view.  This morning when I went to have a look, this is what I saw.  Gotcha!  Mystery solved.

The Badger Effect 1



The Badger Effect 2


I know we share the planet with a variety of creatures.  We share our garden with a number of birds (and yes, the blackcap now visits every day - see The Unexpected posted Feb 1st 2011) and the neighbourhood cats but I must admit I didn't expect to have to share it with a badger!

Check ups

This morning my sister drove me over 20 miles to a neighbouring town's hospital.  I had been referred from our local hospital's eye clinic.  This all started a few years ago through a regular eye test.  It was considered that the pressure behind the eyes was a bit high and so I'd better see a specialist.  They have been monitoring the situation now for a few years and in December decided that they wanted to have a closer look behind the eye but our hospital wasn't able to take the necessary pictures - hence my visit to the neighbouring town.

The above is a copy of the pictures of what is behind my eyes.  Hmmm.  Not that I'm any the wiser!  But I'm sure it will make more sense to the specialist.

After some lunch I phoned my local GP's surgery to make an appointment to see the phlebotomist next week to have some blood taken for a check on my cholesterol level.  Sounds like I'm falling apart, doesn't it. 

But the point is that all these hiccups of increasing years were really not noticeable - by me at any rate.   I feel fine.  But the deeper scans and tests say otherwise and so remedies need to be found.  I thank God that there are those who feel that their purpose in life is to medically help to deal with health problems so that I can go on having a relatively healthy and good lifestyle.  

God, investigate my life; get all the facts firsthand.  I'm an open book to you; even from a distance you know what I am thinking. ... ... Investigate my life, O God, find out everything about me; cross-examine and test me, get a clear picture of what I am about; see for yourself whether I've done anything wrong - then guide me on the road to eternal life.

Psalm 139:1,23&24 The Message

I might think I'm fine but am I as happy for God to scrutinise and investigate me to see if I need help in order to be able to have true life in Him?  Like life, there are ups and downs but He is always ready to check me over and put things right - the GP - Great Physician. 

It's a jungle out there.

I have just been watching another episode of Human Planet.  This time it was about people who live in the jungles of the world.

One tribe in Papua New Guinea make their houses in the trees high above the forest floor.  It was amazing to see how they carried everything up the trees and built their homes right near the top.  The cameraman made a very interesting comparison between how he used ropes and pulleys and a lot of safety gear to get him and his camera up to the house while they just seemed to be able to climb up without much difficulty.  They had learnt to be at home in and with the nature around them and have great respect for their surroundings.

In Asia men were using elephants in order to move great logs and so saving their habitat by not forging great roads into the forest and using big machinery and trucks to devastate the land.

A tribe in the Amazon jungle hunted monkeys as one of their food sources but then took any orphaned young of those they had killed and fed them, raised them and loved them as pets.  Their philosophy was that you take out of the jungle but you also have to put something back.  Others have gone into the Amazon and devastated it, chopping down great areas of forest in order to clear the land, destroying everything in their path.  The sad thing is that many believe they are bringing civilisation to the remote tribes.

I am not against modern living with all its technology (otherwise I wouldn't be writing a blog on the Internet!) but there is much to be said for putting something back when we have taken something.  It's a bit like a bank account - you can draw out when you want/need to but if you just keep taking and taking, there comes a time when there is nothing left to take.  And who are we to impose our way of living on other tribes who have lived happily for hundred of years without all that goes into making our modern lifestyle?  When you watch news bulletins you can't help but wonder just who are the more civilised?

It reminded me of a song that Queen used to sing:

        Just think of all those hungry mouths we have to feed
        Take a look at all the suffering we breed
        So many lonely faces scattered all around
        Searching for what they need.

        Is this the world we created?  What did we do it for?
        Is this the world we invaded against the law?
        So it seems in the end
        Is this what we're all living for today,
        The world that we created?

        You know that every day a helpless child is born
        Who needs some loving care inside a happy home
        Somewhere a wealthy man is sitting on his throne
        Waiting for life to go by.

        Is this the world we created?  We made it on our own.
        Is this the world we devastated right to the bone?
        If there's a God in the sky looking down,
        What can He think of what we've done
        To the world that He created?

Paradox

According to the dictionary, a paradox is 'a seemingly absurd or contradictory statement'.  Today I received an email with a number of paradoxes.  So I thought I would share some with you here on my blog.  They speak for themselves so all I'll say is read them, meditate on them and see where that takes you.

The heart has reasons that reason doesn't have.

The essential things in life are invisible to the eyes.  You can only see them with your heart.

There was a man who was so, so poor, the only thing he had was money.

Technology brings near those who are furthest away but

can distance us from those who are near.

While objectively we are better off than ever,

subjectively we find ourselves profoundly unsatisfied.

He who knows much, listens while he who knows little, talks. 

He who knows much, asks questions while he who knows little, makes sentences.

Man looks for answers and finds questions.

He is not the richest who has more but he who needs less.

The more love you give, the more love fills you.

We suffer too much for the little that we lack and celebrate little the much that we have. 

The unexpected

                                                      Happy

  Christmas      

No, I haven't gone mad!  Today, I received an email from a nephew in Argentina to say that he has just received a Christmas card from my eldest son, who sent it well before Christmas and with plenty of time to get there for the festive season.  I guess he was surprised to receive it now, almost 2 months after it was sent.  Maybe the postman swam there - even by boat it doesn't take that long!  Ah!. living with the unexpected!

I had another surprise at the weekend.  I was taking part in the RSPB's annual Big Garden Bird Watch.  This is something I am happy to be part of as it is necessary to have some idea of how the numbers may be changing and what effect the change of habitat and environment may have on our wildlife.  This is part of the garden space we have set out for feeding the birds.

During my watch on Sunday, I was counting the usual birds that come into our garden to feed when I noticed a bird I hadn't seen before.  I got the books out, looking for a picture of it and discovered that it was a Blackcap, rightly named for the black cap of feathers it has on  its head.  This is a bird that is usually a summer visitor to Britain but in recent years it has been noticed that a few stay in the southwest over the winter time - another indication of the changing climate tendencies.  So I was really happy that this infrequent visitor had decided to feed in our garden.  I have looked for him and seen him often since then so hopefully he will become a regular visitor here.  I wasn't able to get a live photo of it - it was too quick for me!   But I took this one from a book.

Life is full of surprises, some pleasant, some not so pleasant and some just bizarre.  In life I think the only thing we should expect is the unexpected.  At least that way we are not disappointed because our expectations haven't been realised.

The Walls of Tradition and Culture

Yesterday was a day of catching up with things that had been recorded.  First I watched a programme called Human Planet about how people survive in the most extreme circumstances.  This week's episode was about those who live within the Arctic Circle.  It showed how the Inuits hunted for food.  It had never occurred to me before but they have no fruit of vegetables as they cannot grow any produce on a land that is covered with ice and snow most of the year.  My thought was 'What about your 5 a day?'  We are told rightly that we should eat plenty of fruit and vegetables to have a balanced diet but I had never thought about people who cannot do this.  Then there is the issue of hunting and killing rare sharks that live only in the Arctic waters and hundreds of birds.  But can it be wrong if it is in order to survive? 

The second catch up was a podcast on Martin Scott's blog of a recent visit to Sacramento.  He and his wife are currently living in Majorca and learning the language.  He spoke of their neighbour whom they could often hear with raised voice to her partner and said how he had learnt some Spanish words that he couldn't find in the dictionary!  But on the other hand he was so provoked by this same lady who would go out looking for people who needed help and doing what she could to help them. 

It is so easy to judge others according to what we consider to be right and proper.  What may be wrong for me may not be wrong for someone else.  If we can look past the outer veneer of our own culture and way of doing things, we will find that God is at work in some of the most unlikely places.  We don't always see this because we have built a wall around ourselves and consider that those who follow Christ must join us within the walls and fit in to our ways, habits and way of living.  One very important lesson I learned from living in another country is that some of the things that I had accepted as right and proper were not necessarily biblical but more English tradition and culture.  'Lord, help me to see others not as better or worse but simply different.  Help me to see past the customs and traditions to see as You see.  Man sees on the outside but You see the inside.' 

Who knows where I'll see God today?  Probably outside of the walls I have constructed in my life.