Handing on the Baton

relay batonNone of us is immortal. Leaving aside the question of what happens when we die; the fact is that we will all leave this life someday. We have opportunities to build something in our lifetime. It may be a family, a business, a church, a ministry or a charity. When we arrive towards the end of our current existence we may well feel that there is unfinished business but sooner or later we have the opportunity to pass responsibility onto the next generation.

  • How tragic it would be if for instance a businessman wishing to pass an inheritance on to his children held the running of the business so closely to himself that upon his death nobody could pick up the reins and the inheritance was worthless.
  • The workings of a charity could be so dependent on one person, probably the founder, that when he was no longer able to work for the cause, the charity collapsed.
  • Similarly, a church could be built on the gifts of a single charismatic individual so that upon his demise people drifted away leaving only a shadow behind. Continue reading “Handing on the Baton”

Empathy and Compassion

Heart to heart
Heart to heart communication

Most of my blog postings have been about passing on information. Communication is mainly mind-to-mind. I have used words, figures and pictures. But I do not just wish to supply information, I want you to capture something of my heart, and through that, the heart of God.

I need a form of communication which is heart-to-heart rather than just mind-to-mind.

  • If I was a poet, I could use poetry.
  • If I was an artist I could use paintings or photographs.
  • If I was a musician I could use music.

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For the beauty of the earth …

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What a wonderful world we live in! God could have made us to see in black and white. We could still function but what a difference colour makes.

And what about music – how it enriches our lives!

And how could we live without love. Love from our families, love from our neighbours and love from God who wants the best for us. And we can love back!

Together we can Change our World

Change our worldWhen I was young, Jim Reeves used to sing a song with the words:

“This world is not my home, I’m just a-passin’ through
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue
The angels beckon me from heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore”

Now, I understand what the songwriter was trying to say, but I can’t say that I agree with him. This world IS our home and we have the opportunity of making it a better place for future generations.

Continue reading “Together we can Change our World”

Changing the world one person at a time

Beach village in Sri Lanka devastated by the Tsunami
Beach village in Sri Lanka devastated by the Tsunami

I want to change the world! I have a vision of a world without extreme poverty; a world where everyone has the same opportunities that I have had. But I realise that I cannot do that on my own, and in any case, as an aim, changing the world is a bit vague. The world consists of people: we can only change the world, one person at a time.

So, this article is about one young lady whose life has been radically changed through a family in England who cared enough to sponsor her through Karuna Action, and a partner organisation in Sri Lanka. Buddika was brought up in a small hut built on the beach in Sri Lanka. Why build a house on the sand? Homes are built on the beach because poor people cannot afford to build anywhere else!

Without help, Buddika’s life would have been very different. Continue reading “Changing the world one person at a time”

It came upon a midnight clear

Sunset in Devon by George Dowdell

When I was in my teens, several things influenced and shaped my life. This carol was one of them. The angels were announcing the beginning of a new era which would affect every man, woman and child. The world would never be the same again!

It came upon a midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth,
To touch their harps of gold:
“Peace on the earth, goodwill to men
From heaven’s all-gracious King.”
The world in solemn stillness lay,
To hear the angels sing.

The language is somewhat poetic but speaks of an event so significant that the angels just had to announce the birth of Jesus, the son of God. But the priests in the temple didn’t hear the angels. Herod in his palace didn’t hear them.  Only some simple shepherds heard the news, and heard the angels praising God that this event would have such a momentous effect which would eventually result in a peaceful world. Continue reading “It came upon a midnight clear”

Patriotism, Curse or Blessing?

Mo (Mohamed) Farah
Mo (Mohamed) Farah

In the Olympic Games that have just finished we saw an outpouring of patriotism hopefully channelled in the right direction. In the United Kingdom, we cheered as our athletes achieved success and won medals of gold, silver and bronze. Because I have always held a worldview, I thought that I was not particularly patriotic, but I found myself screaming at the television set when Mo won the 5000 metre race after having already been awarded a gold medal for the 10,000 metre race.

But patriotism can have a negative effect. It divides people into “us and them”. It can cause us to consider other people as less important, or even inferior, to us. In crying out, “British Jobs First”, what seems like patriotism looks more like selfishness and racism. Continue reading “Patriotism, Curse or Blessing?”

What a Wonderful World

Earth from Space
Our Wonderful World from space

I am very aware that we live in a world full of suffering, hardship and poverty. Yet there is hope, there is room for optimism. We live in a truly wonderful world. I have a passion to eliminate poverty and so there is a tendency to be pessimistic about a world with almost insurmountable problems. And yet when I look at God’s creation and understand that He has a plan for this world, hope and optimism bubble up. I declare myself an optimist with dreams of a better future, but with my feet realistically standing in the present.  Continue reading “What a Wonderful World”