FROM THE PULPIT (on the sunny garden step)
I
am reminded that all around us there are signs that spring is here; there
are more blue skies, more glimpses of the sun, more birds song in the
morning, lighter nights and many more smiles on the faces of the people
who have wandered out of their homes and into the communal parks and
spaces. I can hear the children of the estate playing out in the gardens, and
dogs barking with the joy of life.
How long O Lord goes the plea of the psalmist whist he waits for God to take
some kind of action, and How Long O Lord was my plea as I experienced my
first Glasgow winter.
It seemed an interminable age between bouts of dryness. Even my clothes
got heavier with my spirit as I piled more and more on to keep the wet out.
There is a saying that;
‘there is no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothes’.
The author obviously did not live in Glasgow!!
As usual with a patient demeanour or if like me a hurry up Lord!! The winter
has given way to its successor spring, and I am glad of it!
As I sit here on my sunny step surrounded by the light of the sun, I think of a
poem I first read whist at university:
Our Deepest Fear
By Marianne Williamson
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness
That most frightens us.
We ask ourselves
Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small
Does not serve the world.
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking
So that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine,
As children do.
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