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Tuesday, 22 November 2011

Tuesday 22 November


Ezekiel 41:1-42:20
I just skim read that.  It was slightly boring.
1 Peter 1:1-2:3
I suspect that all Peter’s life he kept coming back to that moment on the beach, broiled fish in his belly, when Jesus told him to feed His sheep (John 21:17).  This letter shows us what Peter did with that; for Peter, feeding sheep meant telling people how small they are... and how big God is.  On some days I know I am puny (particularly on bin-day - ooh my arms ache after having to drag those heavy bins to the pavement).  On some days I see the transience of my life.  But I spend a lot of the time avoiding that particular topic of thought.  Peter, however, rams it back in my face - I am like grass (1:24), I wither, I am a child (1:14) and I am like a newborn baby (2:2).  I need my ego bashed.  I need to know none of this could possibly depend on me.  I need to know that moving a recycling bin is just about my limit.  That is food to my soul, as perverse as it may sound.  And then I need to know that God is the Father, that he foreknew us all and he keeps things in heaven.  He is rich in mercy, He is holy, He is the impartial judge, He is the one who raised Jesus from the dead.  In short, He is very very big.  His little finger stretches further in every direction than the arm-span of all of humanity standing side by side.  I could stretch my mind back in time to the very dawn of the Age... and He would have been sat there, enjoying the view.  I could gather every person together of every different culture and time... and He would have watched every one of us grow and learn and been the Father of us all.  And we could gather up every fragment of gold and every diamond and every treasure of every nation... and it would just seem like a piece of belly-button fluff alongside His riches.  God is so big.  And He has chosen us.  He is shielding us with his power.  He is sanctifying us with his spirit.  He is showing us that he is good.  Oh what an amazing meal this is.  Oh what a miraculous catch of fish Peter is serving up for us.  I am so deeply grateful to him.  But I’m so much more grateful to Jesus.
Psalm 131:1-3
“I have stilled and quietened my soul like a weaned child with its mother”.  Is this a joke?  Is he being ironic?
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  1. raelene22 November 2011 at 08:36

    You were not the only one who skimmed read Ezekiel... There was a lot of measuring, I noticed ;-)

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