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Daily Reflections

Victory in Europe day-  75 Years On.

6/5/2020

 

Back in those days, of  1940s, with limited fixed line phones and no television, world news was brought to Kiwi families via the heavy, clunky radio.  We listened eagerly to news reports and children’s story hour.  Mother planned her chores to be in the vicinity of the radio to listen to the 15 minute serial for housewives, her only ‘escape’ from her heavy workload and demanding family.
I remember on some cold nights my father shaking us awake, and insisting we come down to listen to the wireless.  Bundled into our dressing gowns and slippers we would plod sleepily downstairs and sit cross-legged around the wireless, listening for Big Ben’s solemn chimes and the distant, clipped received pronunciation of the BBC World Service news reader. This was how we reluctantly listened to the funeral of King George 6th, our own Edmond Hilary conquering Everest, the Coronation of Queen Elizabeth and other major events. I used to wonder why those people in Britain did all the exciting things in the middle of the night!
This was the way New Zealand heard the good news when Victory of Europe  (VE) was confirmed.  As New Zealanders concentrated on the thready crackling sound from their radios, the theme tune of Lili Bolero played while listeners fine-tuned their frequency. It was   May9, 1945, at 1am in New Zealand.  Our Government announced the good news the following day, which is when we still acknowledge VE Day.  It was the relief and cause of great celebrations across Europe, Israel, America.  It was the formal acceptance by the Allies of World War 11  of Nazi Germany’s unconditional surrender of its armed forces. Adolf Hitler the Nazi leader had committed suicide a week earlier, during the battle of Berlin, and Germany’s surrender was authorized by his successor Karl Donitz.
Upon the defeat of Germany, the western world erupted in relief.  In UK, more than a million people celebrated in the streets throughout the UK to mark the end of the European part of the war.  In London, crowds massed in Trafalgar Square and up the Mall to Buckingham Palace.  There, King George V1 and Queen Elizabeth, accompanied by Prime Minister Winston Churchill, appeared on the balcony of the palace waving to the cheering crowds. ( Our current Queen, and her sister Margaret were given a rare time of freedom to wander incognito among the crowd and take part in the street parties and celebrations).
Winston Churchill was also chanted by crowds until he appeared on the Whitehall Ministry of Health balcony wearing his crowd-pleasing boiler suit – plus his signature black top hat!  Crowds began singing and a military band then accompanied a hearty singing of Land of Hope and Glory which Winston joined in.
VE day in the united states coincided with President Harry Truman’s 61st birthday.  He dedicated the victory to the memory of his predecessor Franklin D. Roosvelt, who had died less than a month earlier.  Flags remained at half staff for the remainder of the 30 day mourning period.  This was strange custom of national grief during  a time of national celebration and relief at War’s end.
In the Southern Hemisphere, Australia and New Zealand considered the job was only half done.  While we celebrated to see Britain’s safety, our people were still fighting the Japanese in the Pacific.  Both Churchill and Truman acknowledged this. In his radio broadcast on May 8, 1945, Churchill told the world “We may allow ourselves a brief period of rejoicing (as Japan) remains unsubdued.”  In America, Truman said VE was “a victory only half won”
In Christchurch the local commercial radio station 3ZB had a great newscaster Jack Maybrey.  His reportage on VE celebrations described high-spirited, war- weary Cantabrians who swarmed to Cathedral Square to release their pent-up anxieties and find comfort in their relief at the’ beginning of the end’ of World War Tragedies.  He described the trouble police were having with crowd control as Cantabrians surged together, drinking and dancing.  Airforce lads (including my father) had decorated their pushbikes with bunting and they were weaving through the crowds,  Some even had red, white and blue bunting ‘skirts’ wrapped over their uniforms!  There were lots of pet dogs, bunting and flags.  After this one night of letting off steam, order resumed and the ‘mopping up of the Pacific and South East Asia became top of the agenda. It provided  a new spirit of hope to motivate the final ‘push’ to end our Pacific war too.
It was another 3 months before VJ Day marked the Japanese Surrender in Singapore.  Every family in New Zealand was affected by grievous losses from this War; rationing and restrictions continued for years.   We who are old enough to remember the fear and horror pray that our world will learn to live at peace.  Many people have “REST IN PEACE carved on their gravestones.  Why can’t we carve on our hearts  LIVE IN PEACE?
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“Let there be peace on earth, and let it begin with me.”
 
“The Lord will give strength to his people; the Lord will bless His people with peace.”   (Psalm 29 v 11)

And let the peace of God rule in your hearts….and be you thankful”  ( Colossians 3 v 15)

“Peace I leave with you.  My peace I give you.  Not as the world gives …
Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.” ( John 14 v 27.)

  Let’s be peacemakers this day.

Blessings,

Rose Francis.

The Cracked Pot

5/5/2020

 




The child in me enjoys simple parables; stories with a hidden message within; a profound truth. Age and life experience brings suspicious thoughts, deep analyse, questioning of logic, and unbelief in some simple messages. Jesus was the master of telling stories. He shared His truth through parables, using elements familiar to his audience, the ocean, fish, coins, sheep harvest, seeds crops, local tribal tensions and people. He acknowledged that his message would be silly to some who had no understanding, their hearts could not comprehend the message.
I would like to retell an old Indian parable.
A water-carrier in India had two large pots each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his scrawny neck. One pot was cracked, while the other was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. After each long trip from the stream back to his house, the cracked pot was only half full.
For several years the water bearer had only one and a half pots of water to use. The perfect pot was proud of his accomplishment, and would brag about its perfection. This made the poor cracked pot feel sad about its own imperfection and miserable that it was only able to accomplish half of what it was made to do.
One day, after years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, the cracked pot spoke to the water bearer. “I’m ashamed and want to apologise to you. I have been able to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house. Because of my flaws you have to do all this work without getting full value from your efforts,” the pot whispered.
The wise old water bearer replied, “Did you not notice that there are flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I have always known about your flaw, and so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path. Every day when we walk back from the river, you’ve watered my garden. All this time I have enjoyed the flowers you’ve watered. Without you being just the way you are, the world would be deprived of the beauty you’ve enabled.”
We may identify with that cracked pot; I certainly do. We each have our own unique flaws, but God makes no mistakes. We are exactly what He wants us to be. Let’s find our place in the jigsaw puzzle of society. When we find it, we will fit perfectly, and He will enable us to fulfil His purpose for our lives.
“Nothing you (or I) do for the Lord is ever useless” (1 Cor 15 v 58b)
“For I am the least…I am not worthy…But whatever I am now, it is all because God poured out his special favour on me – and not without results…Yet it was not I, but God who was working through me by His grace.” (I Cor 15 v9-10)
From one ‘cracked pot’ to another,
Rose Francis.

May 04th, 2020

4/5/2020

 
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Queen promotes Captain Tom Moore in heart-warming honour as the £33m NHS fundraising hero turns 100
 
Captain Tom Moore will celebrate his 100th birthday today with a letter from the Queen and a promotion.
 
This was banner across many British newspapers looking for positive news in a country drowning in Covid stress and grief.
We first met Tom several weeks ago when he was walking lengths of his large garden, uniform on, medals swinging heavily from his chest.  With a walking stick on the handlebars, hunched over his walking frame, Tom was determined to reach 100 laps by his hundredth birthday.  Then, as money rolled in to support the cause he was determined to help, Tom's kept walking.
 
The World War II veteran will be made the first Honorary Colonel of the Army Foundation College, Harrogate.  There are also be two flypasts to mark the day - by Army Air Corps helicopters and a Spitfire and a Hurricane.  The latter are significant planes for Tom. 75 years ago, the skies over Britain were busy with Spitfires and Hurricanes raiding, dropping bombs and destroying British towns.
 
This week, (while schools are closed with Covid Isolation measures enforced,) hundreds of thousands of birthday cards have been sent to Bedford School, near the World War II veteran's home.  People from around the world have recognised Tom's outstanding fund-raising efforts.  He is walking to provide necessary equipment, support and comfort for the heroic medical staff who are front-line and at serious risk. Britain is again at war.  This time their country is battling the horrifying disaster which Covid is causing.
Tom was just another War hero before the 'Walk for NHS' started.  Now he has become an international star after raising more than £34 million for the NHS in battle against Covid-19.   He is also featured singing on a chart-topping number.  He was invited by Michael Ball to sing along with the Charities Choir.  Their lovely rendition of 'You'll Never Walk Alone' can be heard if you Google Tom Moore.  He was also been made an honorary member of the British Cricket Federation.  We may never experience such worldly recognition as Tom for the 'good deeds' which we quietly perform.  But we don't do them for accolades and 'brownie points'.  We are simply living lives pleasing to God.  We are obeying the Golden Rule, "Do unto others as you would have others do unto you."  And we know that, when we "do all to the glory of God’', He will see our secret actions, and reward us in His own good time and way.
 
That is reward enough for me.  I eagerly await God's welcome, and hope He will say "Well done, good and faithful servant. Enter into the presence of your Lord."
 
May we all spread His light and love this week.
 
Blessings,
 
Rose Francis
 

O to be a Fruitful Tree

3/5/2020

 
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In my garden plant a tree,
The Tree of LOVE, O let it be
For Love is kind and good and free
I want to love more, Lord, help me.


In my garden plant a tree
The Tree of JOY, O let it be
Joy’s love singing, humming with glee,
I need more joy, please Lord, help me.


In my garden plant a tree
The Tree of PEACE, O let it be
Peace is love resting quietly-
I need your peace, please Lord, help me


In my garden plant a tree
The Tree of PATIENCE O let it be
Patience- enduring lovingly,
I need more patience, Lord, help me.


In my garden plant a tree
The Tree of GOODNESS O let it be
Goodness, loves’ mark of harmony
I need your goodness, Lord, help me.


In my garden plant a tree
The Tree of FAITHFULNESS  let it be,
Loyal, devotion, true constancy,
I need more faithfulness, Lord help me


In my garden plant a tree
The Tree of HUMILITY  let it be
Meekness Love's acting unselfishly-
I need more meekness, Lord, help me.


In my garden plant a tree
The Tree of CONTROLLING SELF let it be
Temperance holding Love’s reigns firmly,
I need more control of self, Lord help me.


Lord Jesus, please, my gardener be
Prune and water, keep me weed-free
May I be rooted and grounded in Thee
So that my life may more fruitful be.


By Rose Francis


 “The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness and temperance against such things there is no law”. Galatians 5:22

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Wishful Thinking ‘Shopping Spree.’

2/5/2020

 


Hello, God!
It’s been 5 weeks since I ventured forth to the shops before being confined in a solo bubble. I wanted to use this time to cook up a loving gift for those needy people who are on my conscience. But when I flung open the doors of my heart, I found my spiritual larder is rather poorly stocked, so I’d like to pass you my request for on-line shopping (which I’ve never managed to figure out before.) Please Lord, help me to find ample supplies of the following fine, fresh, healthy ingredients.
Generosity. I’m all out of this special stuff. I observe that during this pandemic it’s in short supply around here. Could you please order in a large bale each of Goodness and Kindness while you’re at it?
I picked up some pride, self righteousness and greed before lock-down. The packaging was so tempting and the aroma was delightful; but ‘all that glitters is not gold.’ I want to use that exchange card you offered me, and swap those ingredients for a large parcel of humility and a bag of self control. They’re much harder-wearing, and easier on the conscience than pride.
(If it’s not too much trouble, Lord, I’d also like a refund on the jealousy and envy which were impulse-purchases recently. They’re so ugly on, and I’m sure their colour clashes with the ‘real me’ You are trying to develop.)
And would You please ring around Your suppliers and try to locate a regular supply of Tolerance? I’m always running out of this, just when I need it most. I never seem to have enough, and I’ve learnt that it makes a great substitute for Patience which is also in short supply these days.
(By the way, Lord, I noticed some interesting samples of Kindness on display in Your shop window, and I’d like to examine them more closely. Do You have a pattern book for life that I could browse through, or perhaps borrow, so that I can copy the recipe and whip some up for myself?)
We’re right out of Patience too. A friend of mine was exhibiting it at Church during Harvest Festival (that seems so long ago, but it was just before Covid struck our shores.) Anyway, the garment of Patience was very becoming. I hope it’s not too expensive. Even if it is, I’m willing to pay for some, because it’s such a staple in the Christian’s store- room.
Now, where on earth would I go for a large heap of Peace? It must be imported, like oil, and it’s not readily available since planes and shipping have been halted by Covid. Could you please find a source for me, as it’s necessary for mental well-being and physical health? It’s not a luxury, but more of a necessity, that wondrous fragile Peace.
Now… what else is running low? Ah yes! Gentleness. I ran out of Gentleness weeks ago. Stressful neighbours and isolated grandchildren who seem to have no need of grandma’s Gentleness through this pandemic. Of course my fur buddies and feathered friends lap up the affection we share, but I’ll need to restock this fine quality item.
Then there’s the dry cleaning to collect. Thank you for offering to wash my sin-stained clothes? Oh, You couldn’t get the stains out? What can I do to cover up the ugliness?
Wow! Will You really give me a pure white robe of righteousness? (It’s not even my birthday, and I don’t really deserve it. I am so sorry for having hurt You.) You’re sure that your robe will camouflage my filthy rags? Thank You, Lord; I’ll really appreciate being clean and fresh again before public gatherings when this wretched. Corona virus is beaten.
Also, I’d like You to recommend where I can get my sense of humour repaired. I’ve really missed it during the added stresses of this Covid crisis. I can’t see the funny side of life with my blurred vision. You know I used to be the joker, the class clown, the funny one. Somehow that cheerfulness became buried under the drama and daily disasters of this strange year- and we’re only up to May Day!
When life resumes to a ‘new normal, post Covid, I intend going to town, to drop off a load of unwanted clobber at the charity store. ‘One person’s trash is another person’s treasure,’ and new owners will appreciate some good things that I no longer require. I’m seeking to live a more simple life, where people are valued more than mere things. It’s the old lesson Lord, where you’re encouraging me to re-order my priorities. We don’t need the burden of excessive baggage. You have always told us that we’re meant to be pilgrims on the journey through this earthly life. Somehow, my roots got stuck and I hoarded and collected, until my heavy load become burdensome, and I struggled to keep in step with You, Lord. Please help me to lighten my load, and thank you for offering to help me sort and carry it.
When I eventually get to the charity shop, please remind me to put up a ‘Wanted’ notice on the board, as I want to track down extra supplies of Perseverance and Hope.
Oh yes – I’ll also need to stop at the hardware store and pick up a Spirit level, weighing scales and a steel ruler. I want to check whether I measure up to Your requirements yet. You know, (and I know, Lord,) what I’ve hidden from others behind a mask of fear and grief. My life has been rather out of kilter in recent difficult years.
I’ll save the fun part to the end of that eagerly anticipated shopping spree, and hope to strike it lucky. I’ll be searching for some cheerful boxes of optimism, love and joy on special offer (buy two and get the third item free….) I crave generous amounts of fun and fellowship. It was unwise not to keep liberal amounts of these staples, but, like so many others, I didn’t manage to replenish my provisions before the suppliers all locked their doors and disappeared. (I also missed out on hand sanitizer and toilet rolls, Dettol, flour and dog treats.) It wasn’t really negligence, more a matter of disbelief that Kiwis would literally overnight, give up their cherished freedom for total surrender of their independence for the greater good.)
Meanwhile, in lock- down, I’ll work on increasing my Faith and Prayer deposits in Your Heavenly Bank Account; so when freedom returns and shops open, I can withdraw enough to pay for this huge shopping excursion. I’ve not been making regular deposits, and my credit-limit is hovering on the edge of red. I’m so grateful that my Fatherly Shopkeeper has a rich store-house well stocked with the quality goods I so desperately need to replenish. And Your opening hours offer round-the -clock service too. Once the world returns to something like normal, Lord, please arrange for regular deliveries of all these goodies. Perhaps we can organize a direct-debit? I ‘m certain that I never again want to be caught short of the Fruits of Your Spirit, Lord.
Thank you for listening, Lord. I appreciate your patience in processing my order, and I look forward to receiving it. When my larder and cupboards are re-stocked, I will endeavour to use those goods to make a difference for those around me. I hope you will be pleased to see the results.
Your loving daughter,

Rose Francis

Food for thought

2/5/2020

 


What is it with fast food?
With the lifting from Level Four restrictions to Level Three, eager reporters are looking for interviewees. They are scanning the regions to find out the cravings and longings of locals who have suffered ‘withdrawal symptoms’ after five weeks in lock-down. Invariably, their answer involves ‘junk’ food; KFC, McDonald burgers, pizzas, and ‘real’ coffee fixes. I misjudged the local mood, hoping that weeks of wholesome home cooking would have whetted appetites for nourishing, balanced food. And the family togetherness around the dining table would be a good bonus from this enforced isolation we continue to observe. I would be delighted to have family share my solo bubble, to have their companionship over mealtimes. However, as widow, I have to settle for furry friends looking on longingly, hoping some morsels may drop from the table for them to do their duty and clean up.
There’s no harm in having a weekly treat of fast food, provided the balance of food consumed is not full fat, sugar or salt-laden.
Like most parts of life, we have choices for good and bad. So we each have the same amount of time every 24 hours to work through our tasks, nourish ourselves, exercise and relax. Balance is the thing we need for a successful life. We don’t have unlimited options, most of us have constraints on our budgets, time and energy, so it is a matter of prioritising.
I used to lug props into my classes, and one very effective lesson involved a huge old- fashioned clear glass sweet container. Into its wide mouth, I would put enough golf balls to reach the rim. Every student watched, and told me when it was full. Then I added sand which seeped into spaces between the balls, to the astonishment of the observers. It was a large amount of sand. “Is the jar full now?” I’d enquire, and the response was clear. That jar was full to the brim. Then came the stunner. I would lift a large pitcher of water from under my desk and slowly empty it into the jar. Balls and sand were soaked, and the ‘full’ jar’s contents absorbed it all!
Now came the unforgettable lesson. “The golf balls represent the important things in your life. God, your family, and your duties, are your top priority. Deal with them first. The sand represents your friends, social life, and sports which can fill the spaces around the ‘balls.’ If you crammed the sand in before the golf balls, they would deny space required for the really important things. Finally, the water that soaked into the ‘full’ jar represents the optional extras, which we enjoy.”
How are your ‘life- jars’ coping with Covid’s life-changing challenges? The demands of home schooling, living in isolation, and managing to live God-honouring lives? Like every other events we face, the Bible gives us directions to cope.
“Seek ye first the Kingdom of God, and His righteousness.s Then ALL these things will be added unto you.”
Do you recall the much loved Christian chorus, sung to the tune of ‘Jingle bells?’
J.O.Y, J.O.Y,
this is what it means.
Jesus first, Yourself last,
and Others in between’
That is my particular challenge for today, putting my own needs (and greeds) before those of others.
Be encouraged, readers We can use this enforced ‘ home-time’ to get consider our priorities, and to get to know God better.
May His blessings help you to thrive.
Rosemary Francis.

Rev 22:7 “Behold, I am coming soon!”

2/5/2020

 
When catastrophe strikes, such as the current Corona Virus Pandemic, it is easy to welcome the thought that maybe our liberator is at hand. Maybe today He will come and take us out of our earth-bound turmoil and gather us up with all the believers on earth, past and present, and remove us from this climate of woe. With so many uncertainties that lie ahead, there will be few who are not feeling the weight of anxiety as the fall-out from the lockdown proceeds. How appealing is the thought that we might skip the next page of history.

Whatever our circumstances prove to be in the coming weeks, one thing is certain. Our faith will be tested. Can God be relied upon to secure our earthly needs when our livelihoods have been brought to a crunching halt? Will earthly mechanisms have enough in storage for the whole world, all at once, and just how far can the combined human budget be spread?

This current crisis is set against a very different back-drop from those like it in the past. Whereas once we relied on the community to pool its resources, this may no longer be the case, as the plug has been well and truly pulled from the sink of human unity. In recent years, all the trends have been to isolate rather than to gather. People feel less need to make human contact now that everything can be organised and provided for on-line, and less concerned by how their actions impact others. We have discovered that we hardly have to leave our homes at all, and if it weren’t for the few strong friendships we have maintained, for the most part we could look no further than ourselves and the internet to survive.

Jesus popped a telling question about his return: “When the Son of Man comes, will He find faith on Earth?”(Luke 18:8).

Will we join those who disappoint him, or will we now especially, hold on to Him more firmly than ever? Never has our witness mattered more.

Barry Struthers

My adventure today

30/4/2020

 

Today I broke free from imposed solitary confinement today! After five weeks in lock-down, I had my first glimpse of Level three restrictions.
Traffic was light, and my first stop was the vetinery clinic. A dozen cars were lined up in the car park, with ’No Entry’ and ‘Do Not Enter’ notices around, and tape straddling the door. A vet went from car to car, checking on barking dogs and cowering kittens. Owners stood behind their cars, fiddling with cell phones, enjoying the balmy autumn sun. I struck up a conversation with the van alongside me. It was a police dog squad van, with a copper young enough to be my grandson. He and his lovely Alsation were weary following a 3 hour hill chase to catch a ‘bad guy.’ Thanks to the tracking talent of the dog, the trouble maker is in gaol.
Eventually it was my turn. My dogs’ medicine was prepared and carried out, unbagged. We had two efforts to use the eftpos machine, with no luck. Like other customers I witnessed, we have to return or pay by some other means.

My next errand took me to Mitre 10 , to pick up a couple of large, tough bins. With my many rescued birds, I have a lot of birdseed to protect. Uninvited mice have been ‘crashing the party,’ and nibbled holes in several sturdy plastic bins, polluting and stealing bird seed. (Although my dogs and cat are great mousers, they can’t neutralize the entire crop moving in from the vineyard next door, to find new warm homes over winter.)
I would have been grateful to look around Mitre 10, and take a toilet break; but no such luck! Pallets packed high with potting mix and compost blocked much of the car park. Two unadorned tables outside the entrance was the goal to aim for, but to reach service one had to join the line, keep 2 metres apart and wait. I finally got to the front of my line, only to find that that queue was for already on-line- paid goods. Back to square one for me, and start again. The queues were decorated with orange road cones, measuring the space between patrons. One moved forward by one cone each time a customer was dealt with. What fun! It was like playground games from primary school, as we joked and moved closer to the table. My big bins were brought out and it was time to pay. But there was no Eftpos machine outside. I had to surrender my card to the shop assistant who grabbed it with a mechanical ‘hand’ to keep his distance. That wasn’t all. The young man also required my SECRET Eftpos digits! For the first time ever, I had to share that in order topay for my bins.

Next stop was my publisher’s office. I know she returned to work yesterday, on a very limited scale. No entry to her office though, we transacted our business on the footpath. I handed over my illusrations for the latest book, and beat a hasty retreat. We’ll do our continuing discussions by phone, which is more intimate that talking across the pavement.
On to the pharmacy, where yet another queue was outdoors, and the new ‘Covid jig’ began with one person going in as another came out. And a sturdy security guard watching our dexterous moves. With my lotions and potions collected, I faced my final challenge of today’s adventure. I joined the pavement line-dancing outside the supermarket. While chatting cheerfully to the dancers fore and aft, we moved along ever so slowly. I was number 15 in the queue, and I felt quite miffed when one
lady toddled from her car, came up behind the security traffic warden, snatched her trolley and entered without queueing. That’s not cricket, lady! And that was poor policing, traffic guy!

“Lord, give me patience! I need it right now!” I muttered. With my cap pulled down, glasses on, mask in place and rubber gloves firmly enclosing my itchy fingers, I trundled through the aisles with my list. Being a friendly person, utterly deprived of human contact for 5 weeks, I smiled at everyone, and wondered why no one seemed to respond. I felt invisible, until I realized that behind all that protective gear no one would have known I was smiling at them!

Those gloves are fiddly things. I’ve appreciated staff packing groceries until the Covid outbreak. I muddle along, trying not to drop things, packing like with like, dog and cat food separate from people food, chilled away from hot, etc. Meanwhile the check-out queue gets impatient waiting.
Last detour was to the petrol station. (They used to be called service stations, and they did serve. Oil would be checked, tyres pumped, windscreen washed, all for the cost of your fuel.) I shouted myself a treat; a copy of The Press, Christchurch’s morning paper which has been part of my life for three quarters of a century. I also collect old newspapers here to line the many cages and aviaries in which I care for rescued birds. At this stage I’ve got two with broken wings, a thrush with crippled legs, doves, cockatiels and a budgie who SPCA asked me to adopt when its owner went into care.
Sadly, no cheery chat with the cashier today. He’s been imprisoned behind locked doors, operating a bank-like secure money drop -box beneath a security screen.

Business transacted, money paid, change given through a two-way drawer. Now, having checked off my list of completed errands, I headed home; appreciating the loneliness of lepers and patients with contagious diseases. It is possible to feel utterly alone even with people nearby. Back home, I secured my gate and let my personal security buddies come out to play. What a joyful, waggy welcome home they gave me! I wish I was as good as my hounds think I am!  They think I’m the most amazing ‘top dog’ of our pack, and the champion hunter-gatherer. I go out for a few hours and returned with enough food for a fortnight!  And my reward is their slobbering, affectionate loyal protection.

We’re living through unprecedented times, with no end in sight. We are expected to adjust and adapt our personal comfort for the greater good. I am proud of being a Kiwi, and we are doing so well in protecting the vulnerable, obeying the heavy and sudden restrictions imposed. We like freedom, which our ‘grandcestors’ fought for, and which we are currently denied. While Covid may lurk around for many months more, our country is doing remarkably well to squash it every time it rears its deadly head. Let us pray about our response, exercise those character traits that God would have us live by. Those ‘fruits of the Spirit we talked about yesterday; found in His love letter, in Galatians 5. This is a time to mature these attitudes; patience, kindness, self control and perseverance.
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As Marlborough’s many vineyards turn golden with crinkly grapevine leaves, let’s think about the harvest of good fruit we are working on for our Master.

Rose Francis

One day at a time

29/4/2020

 

​We're only human
But we are women
Help us believe
In all we can be
And all we can do

School work and mountains
Of washing to climb
Help us today
To take every day
One day at a time

One day at a time, sweet Jesus
That's all that we're asking of you
We're taking deep breaths
But ignoring the mess
We simply can't do

Yesterday's gone, sweet Jesus
And tomorrow is more of the same
Help us today
To not go insane
One day at a time

Do you remember
When you walked among us
Well, Jesus, you know
If you look down below
It's worse now than then

Locked down in bubbles
It's groundhog day
So for our sake
Help us to take
One day at a time

One day at a time, sweet Jesus
That's all that we're asking of you
We're taking deep breaths
But ignoring the mess
We simply can't do

Yesterday's gone, sweet Jesus
And tomorrow is more of the same
Help us today
To not go insane
One day at a time 
Lord for our sake
Help us to take
One day at a time  

Lyrics written by Stephanie Ham

A Picture Paints a Thousand Words

28/4/2020

 

Clear, concise, accurate. These are the words I use while teaching writing skills to various classes. We have thousands of words to use, but selecting the correct ones to reflect anything is a skill. To poets, every word counts, it must be stripped back to its basic essence. The right word will conjure up a vivid picture, because it involves the reader or listener using their imagination and memory to 'fill the gap's between the lines.
I love the many brilliant words in our Bible, and the mind pictures they paint. Think of the Fruits of the Spirit. ponder each word and what it represents.
love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, gentleness, perseverence, self control.
Beautiful fruit indeed, fragrant in our lives, and pleasing to God. A tree is judged by the fruit it bears, not by the fruit it talks about. Growing fruit takes time, energy and patience. The grower needs vision and faith to protect and supply the tree's basic needs.


The following single words sum up their accompanying picture. They sum up each picture with clarity, describing briefly the content of the picture. The right word in the right place at the right time makes all the difference to recipients of words.
I hope you enjoy viewing them, and thinking about the power of words. They can bless or destroy, they can comfort or grieve, they can cause laughter or tears. They are tricky little weapons that need to be handled and used with care.
May our words today be sweet to the taste, gentle to the ear, and honouring to God.
Remember, it's easier to bit your tongue than to swallow your words.
May God bless your positive words today.
Rosemary Francis
May the words of our mouths and the meditations of our heart be acceptable unto Thee, O Lord.
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Hope
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Love
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Excitement!
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Adventure
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Security
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Contentment
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Curiosity
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Heroism
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Honour
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Accomplishment
Picture
Perserverance
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Companionship
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Beauty
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Caring
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Relating
Picture
Fruitful
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Awe
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Loneliness
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Tradition
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Tenacity
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