Today’s Sermon: Springs of Living Water

I had the opportunity to preach in my church a few weeks ago, and again in our satellite church today (I expanded and improved it a little in the meantime) This is the final version:

First there was message for children before they went to Sunday School, just after a song about letting the living water flow:

John 4: 13-14:

13 Jesus answered, “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, 14 but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”

What is the spring of living water that Jesus is talking about? There’s a clue in the song we just sang. Yes, that’s right, the Holy Spirit. Do you know what it looks like when water starts to flow somewhere it hasn’t flowed for a long time?

As you can see, the sticks blocking the pipe don’t look too bad to start with, but as the blockage is pulled out, there are more and more tangled roots, as if they will never end, but as the lady starts to pull out more of it, you can see water starts to flow. Eventually the whole blockage is cleared, but the water that is flowing out is foul and filthy. It takes quite a long time for all that disgusting water to be washed through and the flowing water to turn completely clear, but eventually it does.

Now, that initial blockage is like the sin in our hearts that God wants to forgive and remove if we will let Him. It may not look like much from the outside, but it usually goes very deep and can be unpleasant for us when it gets removed and take a long time to really get it all out of us, and once it is removed, a lot of nasty things that were hidden deep inside of you can come out, bitterness, rage, guilt, lies we tell ourselves, it can seem like things are getting worse than when you started, but it is all part of the process of cleaning you.

What if the blockage was removed, but there was no clean water ready to flow through the channel? Then all the nasty stuff in the channel would stay there, slowly getting fouler, and other nasty things might crawl up the pipe to live in there and make things worse. This is why when you get forgiven of your sins, you also need to invite the Holy Spirit into your heart, to flow into and through you, washing and refreshing you, so you can be a source of blessing to others.

Luke 10: 1-12; 16-20:

Imagine being part of that group of seventy two: You’re healing the sick, driving out demons, preaching the good news, the Kingdom of God is finally breaking out in a way never seen before, evil is on the run, what a time to be alive! It must have been amazing, such an exciting and joyful reunion to hear all the stories from the others, we’re taking on the whole world and winning! Jesus even confirms that Satan has fallen from heaven, and we are protected from all harm! Nothing can stop us now.

We can pray for such times to come for us, as long as we are ready for the intense spiritual battle that will accompany them, but in the midst of their celebration Jesus says something unexpected.

Don’t rejoice that the spirits submit to you? How can that not be a cause for rejoicing? It’s everything they ever wished for. Then he gives an even greater reason to be joyful, an eternal reason. Your names are written in heaven. You have an eternal joyful secure future, no matter what happens to you on earth. The message is clear, do not expect an endless string of victories, your source of joy is in something much deeper and more reliable, your status before the faithful promise-keeping God of the Universe.

This may be a relatively easy shift in perspective to make in principle, especially when things are going well, but it only truly tested and is much more difficult and more important to do when everything seems to be falling apart, all you can see is your own failures and the damage you’ve done, there is tension at work or at home. Your current temporary situation is far less important than your eternal destiny. There is always a reason for gratitude, there is always a reason to rejoice.

Your name is written in heaven. If you’re anything like me, or stuck in a negative spiral of thoughts, you might ask, “God, why would you let me into heaven? I would just ruin it.” This might seem like a very pessimistic question, but there is a deep truth behind it. As you are right now, you would ruin it. But the good news is, that God is changing you, cleansing you like the channel in the video, if you will only let God’s Holy Spirit do its work. Some days or weeks or months, it may seem like you’re making no progress, or even getting worse and falling back into old bad habits that you thought you’d beaten. Especially if you lose something that you’ve depended on for a long time, it can feel like you now have one leg shorter than the other and can no longer stand up straight, or have suffered a stroke and need to relearn the most basic things, like walking, talking and using your hands.

Progress in life is never a straight line, it comes in waves, when you are training intelligently and gainfully you have periods of loading, of stress, interspersed with periods of rest and recovery.

Sometimes training methods can seem nonsensical. The classical example I would give would be in the remake of The Karate Kid:

The student gets more and more frustrated and angry with the seemingly nonsensical instructions, thinking he is learning a stupid, simple lesson that he already knows, until he confronts his sensei, who shows him that he’s been drilling into muscle memory a series of defensive and counterattacking moves. It is not just a lesson in self-defense, but in humility and trust.

God’s ways with us can seem just as confusing at times. There are things in this life that we will never understand this side of eternity. The questions you need to ask is, “Do I trust my trainer? Does he know what he is doing? Does he have my best interests at heart?”

At different stages of our lives, God takes away one set of our training wheels and asks us to step up and scale the same types of obstacles in new ways, to stand more stably and properly on the true foundation of life, which is Christ. He is looking at the long-term gains of our temporary sufferings. The long term perspective is eternity, which far outweighs any suffering we can endure in this life.

All too often we don’t see it that way, and the stresses of life overwhelm us, driving us to despair, bitterness or near insanity. When those negative emotions seem to be spiralling out of control and overwhelming you, visualise that foul flow pouring out of your heart onto the ground, gradually being washed out by that flow of pure living water until it is completely clear. You can trust Him, He knows what He is doing and He has your best interests at heart.

Philippians 1: 3-6:

3 I thank my God every time I remember you. 4 In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy 5 because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now, 6 being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.

Your name is written in heaven, and He is inviting you to grow into a worthy addition to that holy community, so that you will be a true blessing to it.

Drowning

I barely have the strength to keep my head above the waves,
My face bombarded by a roar of driving rain and spray;
The broken hull of my old ship is sinking out of sight,
Flashes from the thick, black clouds illuminate the sky.

I’m losing vital body heat,my limbs are growing numb,
Cries of rage and anguish pour from my embittered tongue.
I’m sure the sharks are circling below me in the deep;
As soon as one dares venture up, I’m nothing but fresh meat.

I let my head go under, the storm is muffled, faint;
My struggle to survive seems somehow unimportant, quaint;
I am so very tired now, why not just let go
And let my body drift down where the mighty currents flow?

Off to my right approaches a patch of light and calm,
Could it be the peaceful eye within this awful storm?
A chance to feel the sun upon my face one last sweet time,
Float a while, forgive the world, then join the glorified.

I spot a pair of sandals on the surface over me;
The one who lost them overboard evokes my sympathy,
But then a strong hand reaches down from between the two,
Grabs and pulls me up into the clear and crystal blue,

It is the Lord of Life, he came walking on the waves
Through this brutal hurricane my puny soul to save!
He rebukes the mighty storm, the sea becomes as glass;
Every cloud evaporates, the sky is blue and vast.

“Take a breath, get back your strength, be healed and be restored
To the role and purpose you were created for;
There’s still so much for you to do before I call you home:
Many tasks and challenges, and skills you need to hone.”

And so he walks me to the shore,
Where life awaits and so much more,
Invigorated, full of joy and hope enough to share.

From this day I start afresh,
Battling my mortal flesh,
Beginning every morning in grateful, reverent prayer.

When we talk at length,
It gives my soul new strength,
To carry out each worthy work for which I am prepared.

Promises

Promises are easy to believe when things are going well,
When every ear wants to hear the truths you’re offering to tell,
When the crowds are cheering, and coming near from far and wide,
Miracles abound and life comes back to those who died;

But when the mob turns violent and screams in rage at Christ your Lord,
Mighty Rome is on their side and stands with endless gleaming swords,
The one you thought would save you is scourged and beaten half to death,
Those promises can easily seem like an empty shibboleth.

When He hangs there, maimed and spent, His lifeblood flowing from each tear,
The jeering, leering audience fills your heart with more despair.
Last week’s words of hope and life are lost amidst the awful sight,
All thoughts have turned to how to hide and survive the coming night…

Promises are easy to believe when things are going well,
Not when your world’s transforming into a seething, living hell;
Amidst the chaos, turmoil and the terrifying noise,
Remember what he promised in his calm and loving voice.

Perception

Perception

You might think you’re just a tiny speck within a raging storm,
A thousand different voices screaming at you to conform,
To give up hope, blaspheme your God, and join the vicious mob;
Or stand aside, at least, and let them do their hatchet job.

Defeat is unavoidable, what difference can you make?
What kind of fool would stand there when the dam’s about to break?
Then time itself stands still and you are swept before the Throne,
And He reveals you are in fact a vital cornerstone

To peoples you have yet to meet, besides the ones you know,
Your influence, for good or bad, eternity will show.
A thoughtful act can redirect a life that’s gone astray,
Bring broken souls back from the brink, unfounded fears allay,

Give strength to those so weary from fighting the good fight,
Grant the lame the grace to dance, give back the blind their sight,
As they perceive the holy war that’s waging for their hearts,
Step out from the audience and dare to play their part

In the thrilling drama that decides so many fates,
And takes them in directions they cannot anticipate,
Drawing others heavenwards with every step they take
Along the narrow path, leaving blessings in their wake.

Winter Musing

I wrote most of this this while on a walk yesterday:

Winter Musing

When snowy fields at sunset have turned the world to gold,
Remember truths you must pass on before your heart grows cold:
An empty soul cannot be filled with momentary joys;
A broken heart cannot be fixed with parties, tricks and shiny toys.

Don’t entertain yourselves to death, but reach for higher things,
You do not need to be struck blind or hear an angel’s wings
To witness glory all around in little acts of love,
Appreciate a kindness shown when push has come to shove,

Let the lonely child know there’s a place where he belongs,
Offer words of hope to those whose faith is not as strong:
When darkness overwhelms you and your path is all but gone,
The shadow’s but a passing thing, and you are not alone.

The one who knows your heart and pain,
Who knows your will to rise again,
Who calls the storm cloud and the rain,
Is closer than you know.

So lift your head up strong and proud,
And when before the madding crowd,
Be not afraid to shout aloud,
“In His steps I will go!”

Should they choose to run you through
For staying faithful, pure and true,
Then heaven’s door will be in view,
And joy will overflow.

People Filled with Fear

This is a song that I wrote in April in a doctor’s waiting room, and one that I hope will soon become very dated. It is sung approximately to the tune of ‘When Daddy Let me Drive’ by Alan Jackson.

People Filled With Fear

Sitting in a room of people filled with fear
Don’t want to let their masks slip or get too near.
Everyone so closed off, it’s no way to live;
Welling up inside me, I want to reach out and give

A little gleam of hope, a little glimpse of truth,
There’s more to life than dying once you lose your youth.
You were made to love, you were made to thrive,
I’m determined to be joyful every day that I’m alive,
There’s no need to despair now, the Father is in charge.

So when the news is scolding us that we’re all doomed,
Remember that our Saviour didn’t stay in his tomb.
Whatever life may throw at us, we have at our side
The mighty Lamb of God who chose us as his bride;

We are filled with hope, we all know the Truth,
We’ve found a secret greater than the fountain of youth.
There’s no need to run, there’s no need to hide,
We have founts of living water welling up inside,
So be bold and courageous, with the Spirit as our guide.

When the Shadows Ruled the Day

When the shadows ruled the day,
Their triumph plain to see,
Good men sat shaken with dismay
At crushing Calvary.

Despair was now their daily bread
And bitter tears their drink
The one they followed is now dead,
What were they supposed to think,

That this was part of a great plan?
No lord would choose that death!
Forgive his killers to a man
With ragged, fading breaths?

“No, we were fools to trust his words
And now all hope is lost;
We’ll go back to our shoals and herds
And start to count the cost

Of standing up to Rome’s great might
And the Sanhedrin’s scorn;
Hide from the harsh revealing light
Of the coming dawn…

When truth is viewed as treachery

When truth is viewed as treachery,
Integrity as vice,
And beauty as debauchery,
That’s when a nation dies.

When mercy is a hateful thing,
And power is all they crave,
The paradise they hope to bring
Is but an open grave.

And so we strive in our small works
To furnish, among other perks,
Young minds with beauty, wit and charm,
The faithful in this way to arm

Against the waves of hellish thoughts
Proclaimed in foul corrupted courts
That seek to undermine all hope
And glamourize the hangman’s rope.

So strengthened, they will dare to stand
And build great things upon the land,
Inspire others to the cause
That’s guided by such higher laws.

Thus day by day and heart by heart
We all must play our little part
In the greatest of all symphonies,
Most glorious of mysteries,

Whose notes are holy purity,
Resounding to eternity;
Uplift, inspire, make whole and strong,
And join in the Creator’s song.

I have known…

Listening to music can be therapeutic, soothing, invigorating, inspiring, heartbreaking, or depressing, much like reading or listening to a story. In fact Hans Zimmer once said that in all the music he composes his primary purpose is to tell a story, despite using no words. Listening to one of his most famous pieces (that accompanies one of the great movie endings of all time) inspired this little effort of mine below. In Zimmer’s piece, and the film, the hero is faced with a situation where all seems lost. He did everything he could, but all he has worked for has crumbled to dust before his eyes. He sees the situation for what it is, absorbs this devastating news, and yet he still finds the strength to keep going, even to sacrifice himself and his reputation to save people he will never meet, who will almost certainly never even know, let alone appreciate, what he did for them. He is able to do it quickly this time, because he’s done it before. In these respects, these few minutes are a microcosm of his entire heroic journey.

As the piece played I was struck by the ways in which it mirrored some of my own experiences (except it took me far longer to gather up the strength to keep going, and my behaviour has been far less heroic). It encourages me to keep going, to do better, to come closer to the good example set.

This is the power of story, of archetypes, of strong heroic characters, of good examples. Let us make more of them.

My piece set to Zimmer’s music can be found here, with the lyrics below that

I have known…

I have known despair, and I will not promote it.
I have known pain, and I will not glorify it.
I have known false hope, and I will not encourage it.
I have known cowardice, and I will understand, but not praise it.
I have known self-loathing, and I will not romanticize it.
I have known brokenness, defeat, lostness, and yet emerged on the other side, not unscathed, but grown.
I have known failure, and I will learn from it.
I will defend the truth.
I will not abandon my allies.
I will keep learning, and admit when I am wrong.
I will advocate for genuine hope.
I will praise and strive to create beauty.
I will call for courage in matters great and small.
I will seek to repair the damage I have caused.
I will seek to restore friendships.
I will console those who suffer.
I will encourage those who feel they can’t go on, for I have walked that path.

A Confession and a Motivation

As promised, I would like to expand on something I glossed over in my interview on Catholic Geek Radio, but now that I look back on it, played a much larger part in my motivations as a writer than I realized. It concerns how I moved from one university to another. It is not something I am proud of – instead it is something I am grateful for, since reminding myself of it is an effective defence against pride. This post will involve some painful memories, so please bear with me. Continue reading