May the following Reflection and Prayer by the Revd Canon Graham Thompson, President of the Methodist Conference, 2022-2023, and published on the internet, be a channel of God’s Grace to all who read it. To God be the glory. ✝️
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“…More than anything, I was (and am still) moved by the playing of a lament on the bagpipes at the end of the service. It confirmed that the Queen has left us. Also that, one day, we will do the same, for not even those of royal estate can escape an earthly death. But, like the Queen, we are invited to receive the gift of eternal life if we will put our trust in Jesus our Saviour. This is what our sister Elizabeth did. We should do the same.”
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“Loving God, we thank you for the life, faith and example of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II. We thank you that she put her faith in you through Jesus who lived, died and rose again for love of us all. As we remember and give thanks, grant each of us the gift of faith that we too might know the joy of resurrection hope. We ask this in Name of Jesus our Saviour. Amen.”
This reflection and prayer was written by the Revd Canon Graham Thompson. The reflection in this post is part of a longer reflection. We are deeply indebted to the Revd Thompson for his inspiring message.
Quotations printed with the permission of the Revd Canon Graham Thompson. Thank you.
Do we trust God and at the same time have many unanswered questions about Him and how He works? Leslie Weatherhead offers us some very sensible advice: Leave those questions in a box marked: “Awaiting Further Light.”
Sensible advice indeed, for “now we see through a glass darkly….” (1 Cor. 13,12)
The late Leslie D Weatherhead C.B.E. M. A. PhD. D. Litt. D. D. was Minister at the City Temple, London. He was President of the Methodist Conference and Hon. Chaplain to Her late Majesty’s Forces .He is the author of many books including “The Christian Agnostic”, where the above advise is recorded.
St. Patrick’s Estate is high on a hill overlooking Manly in Australia. On the Estate is a small green field and some buildings overlooked by a statue of the Holy Mother. You stand there. You are reduced to silence. And so you should be for the buildings are “Bear Cottage”, a children’s Hospice. The only one is New South Wales and only one of three in Australia.
Kiera is inviting you to go down what for you may be a “road less travelled”. Below the picture is a poem from Kiera. Below the poem is a link to the amazing story about Kiera’s journey from Romania to love and bonding in East Sussex, England. Please scroll down. Thank you.
Kiera speaks again…….
Wait! As my soul absorbs, Echoes of times past… The traces of paws Of those now dead Who have trod This place, this bed….. Their ashes are scattered Tears were shed Each one mattered But now lives on In Nature……. The birds and earth-bound trees The brackens and rustling breeze, The whirling of streams Curling and twirling Ever dashing and splashing There is no end But hearts can mend LOVE is here, it has been As I sit, I have seen………
Thank you to Anna Wilkinson for passing on Kiera’s poem to me
This beautiful and moving prayer was given by Kiera to her owner Anna. When you thoughtfully read the prayer you will realise that Kiera is very special as is the relationship between Kiera and Anna. Prayerfully read the prayer and then click here to read Anna’s account of how she and Kiera came together. Their story has received more views than any other post on this blog. Read the story and you will know why. But, read Kiera’s prayer first. Please scroll down.
I lie in stillness needing peace And beg my mind to please release For thoughts of anguish and of pain Transfer to me from dear Ukraine. I feel them, sense them, hear their cries Winged by clouds across the skies…. And screams from wounds keep me awake How to deal with this heartbreak? Blessed Angels hear my plea (Even though a dog I be) Wrap Ukraine in wings of love Ask for forces from above. I’ll shout, I’ll whine and bark out loud For this country now so proud…. Till this fight is put to bed Man nor beast can rest his head Make haste dear Angels, show you care Will you hear a doggy ‘s prayer?
There is a sacred path deep in the forests of Southern Africa. It leads to an ancient river. The path is sacred because if you are privileged to walk along it and pause a while you sense there is a reality way beyond what your limited senses can even remotely imagine. Suddenly you ask: Where else have I felt like this? The memories come flooding in: The ancient granite Matobo Hills in Zimbabwe; a deserted cove in Corfu; the Redwoods in California; the grove at the top of Alta Plaza in San Francisco. Connections. Connections. Connections. Connections to the great beyond. Please scroll down.
Below is a small song with words that I have written as a tribute to the Sacred Path. I have also played it for you.
The Path to the Sacred
The path to the sacred
Is calling me home
The path to the sacred
Where worlds become one
I answer the call
A door opens wide
My friends are there waiting
There's no more divide
John Bartels - December 2021
The sheet music is on page 2
Sheet Music for "The Sacred Path"