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Date: 25 March 2009 15:39:31
The monthly Contemplative Worship day was held today and the theme was The Circus. A strange choice, perhaps (it was dictated by a themed open day in the church a few days previously) but an effective one. I took advantage of the quiet, the sun streaming in through the stained glass windows (a geometric pattern of coloured glass rather than pictures), gentle music in the background, to write a letter to my son using the glittery gel pens on offer. I managed to work my way through three of them, so he'll be getting a rather glittery multi-coloured letter. Hope the censor is wearing sunglasses :D
I don't think God minded me taking time out in a contemplative worship day to write to my son. I hope not, anyway. The theme meant a lot to me in my relationship with God, so I took time out to write some of that down too.
It takes such concentration, Lord.
These juggling balls - I daren't take my eyes off them for a minute.
For one brief moment I find myself free as I launch them into the air,
but as soon as I do, another needs catching and tossing up high again.
I master three, and a fourth comes unexpectedly to join them.
I master four, and suddenly there's a fifth.
Round and round they go - job, children, church, commitments.
A moment's hesitation and they'll all come tumbling down.
There's only me - must keep my eyes on the balls.
...
Look at me, my child.
Look at me.
I am here - trust me.
You can let them fall. I will catch them.
Look at me.
...
It takes such concentration, Lord.
This unicycle ride - I sway from one direction to the next.
Forward. Backward. I think I have gained my balance, then I'm teetering again.
Simply have to keep pedalling, just keep pedalling.
Perpetual motion is the only way to get any sensation of security.
Hither, thither, no way to steer, just keep moving, that's the thing.
A moment's hesitation and I'll find myself hurtling down with a bump.
It's all too uncertain - just keep pedalling.
...
Look at me, my child.
Be still, and know that I am God.
I am here - trust me.
Mine are the strong arms, waiting to support you;
to guide you; to catch you; to hold you on solid ground.
Look at me, my child.
Be still, and know that I am God.