Saturday 29 April 2023

HAMISH


Belts and buckles, four-wheel

drive utes, Ringers shirts, Ariat

cowboy boots. There is a saying

that clothes maketh the man,

but you're not interested in

conforming to sham. No

drunken brawls or getting

delirious - life for you is much

more serious.

For your eyes are set on

that city above, filled with

His light, His life, His love;

head held up, looking into

His face, determined to walk

only in grace, your spirit

sweet, an offering to Him. So,

I don't care the colour of

your hair or skin, I don't care

where your found on

the spectrum, for I love

your heart and I am sure

we will stand together in

the New Jerusalem praising

Him forever.



MDC 

April 2023

 

Saturday 15 April 2023

Words


I began with a word

And I’ll end with a word

And every thing that happens to me in between

will be by His word

His words written of me in His book

Those mysterious words, which the human tongue

cannot articulate, but are true nonetheless

His word of space and time

His word of design

His word forming me in my mother’s womb

His word of crawling, walking and running

His word of lying down and rising up

Words to be taught by

Words to be obedient to

Words to ponder

Words to speak

Words to hold back

Words that traverse the way of righteousness

The word that reveals the path that no bird

of prey can see 

The word that no act of parliament can abolish

The word no scientific discovery can refute

The word that time cannot erase

Words that fill my life until all that matters is

His word

The word that judges me

The word that washes me

The word that upholds me

The word that strengthens me

The word that joins me to His word

The word that is my life



MDC

2023


Saturday 2 July 2022

I wear this ring

(On the occasion of our 40th wedding anniversary)


I wear this ring with pride.

Pride in what we have attained; Pride in where we

are going. Pride in the witness that we are becoming

as examples of what God can do in a broken couple

willing to turn to Him.


I wear this ring with humility.

It is my seventh. The first lasting barely a week,

our honeymoon longer than it's short, sorry life.

The others in between lost in similar ignominy.

None of them lost with intention, all lost with regret,

but the climbing count of losses indication of

something damaged, if not broken.


I wear this ring in mourning.

Mourning for the many we have lost along the way

and repentant of the behaviours that contributed to

their leaving, at peace that the Lord's hand is strong

enough to recover what we lost.


I wear this ring with the resilience of faith;

knowing that my vows are real, not taking a back seat

in my priorities nor being placed on some platitudinous

mantle.


I wear this ring with determination.

Forty years is no mean feat. Nothing worth keeping

comes easy. While it pales to insignificance when

measured by our forebears, we may yet be afforded

the opportunity to match their persistence. 


I wear this ring with hope.

I believe there is still a good chance that the marriage

we desire is still attainable. What do we desire?

Strong foundations, which we are learning to build, and

the gift of a large portion of His eternal spirit to enrich

our love and lives together.


I wear this ring in love.

Because despite all that has gone before, all the hurt,

shame, and anger, my love for you is still strong, still

enduring, (and I know now,) has been poured into my

heart by Him who is love personified. I know my love

for you will continue to grow until the day we are briefly

parted by death.


I wear this ring with joy.

It is a wonderful thing to be married to you.

It brings me comfort,

it brings me enjoyment,

it fills my life with meaning and intent.


MDC

March 20



Saturday 18 June 2022

Ina

 

Child of the rails with bed upon the platform

You learnt to sleep through the rocking vibration of trains 

passing in the night.


Raised by a widowed mother forced to work 

like a man, and like a man learnt fortitude and courage

to raise her three.


You met a man failing in weakness, seeing in him faith even he knew not of

Married with joy, easily faithful, giving him eight children, never voicing your 

fears for them all


You learnt well, slaving over a hot stove to see your family eat amply

A big ask with ten mouths to feed. You became Queen of the aroma of 

vanilla blancmange.


Never time to do things for yourself, barely time to do things for others

You always made time to pray, establishing a culture that has passed down

To great grand-children.


Your steadfast faith and enduring kindness is known by all

And your days ending on this earth will usher in an eternity

Of holy glory.


MDC

May 2021- June 2022


Saturday 22 January 2022

Prisoner of Rome

 

From: Praefectus Castrorum, Roma Carcerem


To: Legatus Legionis, under whom I humbly and gratefully serve


Subject: Mensis Fama (Monthly Report)


My dear and kind Legatus,


This month has continued to unfold like the previous few wherein I believe we have reached the station of the best-run jail in all the empire. The usual bureaucratic fumbles occur, though less frequently, and the general behaviour of the prison population remains as calm as last month. You, yourself, will know and understand the difficulty of my position in maintaining a secure jail. Daily fights, weekly riots, angry arguments, morose men consumed by their circumstances - all part and parcel of running an overcrowded jail. The opportunity to find, or even make, escape is as endless as the thoughts of the inmates, many of whom I am convinced give no thought to anything else other than the gaining of freedom. Having said this, looking back, I see that these melees and altercations have been gradually diminishing in both intensity and frequency. The number of inmates requiring medical treatment has reduced considerably and no guard required hospitalization at all this month.


You will be aware of my history as warden of the prison at Philippi, and of the incident where a man known as Saul of Tarsus, and an accomplice, were given the opportunity of escape from the jail after an earthquake destroyed much of the building, but gave no effect to that opportunity. You will remember that this man had an equally opposite effect upon my whole family and also my subsequent demotion due to my perceived dereliction of duty. I know you share my view that my judgement was politically motivated to cover the embarrassment of others. I am most grateful to you, for your consistent support over the years has brought me to the position I now hold as The Praefectus Castrorum of the jail of Roma. I hold this position by the grace of God, your loyal patronage of me, and with humility.


You will recall that I mentioned this man in a previous report some months ago when he first arrived in the Claustrum. After consistent reports from the Primus Pilus of every cohort for over six months, I have interviewed this Saul of Tarsus myself and felt it would be beneficial for you to be informed of the nature and conduct of this man.


Since his first arrival to the prison this man’s obedience to every request has been prompt and willing. He has made no complaint, disagreed with no command, and has been an exemplary prisoner in every way. Even when some of my men overstepped their position and treated him roughly, his response was one of understanding and meekness. Consequently, my men find it agreeable to be with this man in their dealings with him. All centurions within this prefecture are aware of the good standing this prisoner maintains amongst us all. 


Not only has this man Saul made no attempt to escape, it has been reported to me by numerous centurions that he has actively encouraged prisoners to remain confined to their present situation. His calming influence on the inmate population has been so effective as to reduce the necessity of beatings by half and to bring the general demeanour of the convicts to, dare I say, a gentler place. I have witnessed acts of kindness by internees to guards that initially raised a suspicious response within me, fearing another plan to escape was under way. However, this has not been the case and relations between guards and inmates are generally relaxed and cordial. In their off-duty hours it is not uncommon to see guards and prisoners conversing or playing sports together.


Saul is kind towards jail staff and fellow prisoners alike, showing care for the health and wellbeing of everyone he comes in contact with. When asked to comment on personal matters, whether by guard or inmate, this man displays a concern that is genuine. Furthermore, his advice is invariably astute and unexpected, possessing an understanding that is both deep and rare. Regardless of the nature of the burden brought to him, Saul provides answers with empathy and gentleness. Indeed, he shows himself willing to spend many hours in prayer to his God on behalf of others in order to find assistance for them.  His wisdom is insightful and, at times, breath-taking. The simplicity of his replies is often bewildering, but he is patient to explain the reason for his answer. When some man comes with a particularly intense point of view and wishes to remonstrate with him Saul does not become combative towards the fellow, nor does he make disparaging remarks about this protagonist's logic or perceptions, yet neither does he demur to the other’s point of view. When debating men on any topic, he is open to listening to what is being said by the other, and this seems to be his way in that by Saul asking questions the supplicant arrives at an agreeable solution himself by answering those questions. At this point Saul's logic becomes irrefutable while maintaining the dignity of the one who came confused but is now resolved. 


It has become common practice, particularly if the weather is not inclement, after all required works and housekeeping tasks have been completed, for prisoners and guards to gather each day in the larger courtyard to listen to Saul teach, by way of the Hebrew scriptures but also by way of self-evident truths, the result being that there is much discussion over the evening meal between fellow prisoners, and even guards, about the things that Saul has been teaching. The amazing outcome is that I have witnessed with my own eyes inmates serving guards, guards assisting the crippled with their meals, and all enjoying the company and humour of each other together. I have to tell you that, as a penal administrator, I discarded the notion of successful rehabilitation as a theoretical dream by some Greek scholar who had no experience with  criminals. No wonder we Romans easily overcame them when it came time to take charge. Now I begin to glimpse that there is a way for true changes in a man’s heart to be real and known.


I questioned this man over his behaviour and asked him to explain his motivations. His reply, like so many other answers he gives, was to explain that he has an enduring love for his Lord’s people, and because for the hope of Israel he is bound with these chains. To be honest, I do not think he was referring to the nation of Israel that we presently rule over. I confess I do not fully understand, but my distinct impression is that he considers there to be another, more inclusive grouping of peoples, that any man is free to join, for whom he deems it worthy enough to remain in chains.


In addition to keeping you informed of the management of the prison, I have a proposal that I wish to submit for your consideration. If it was solely within the province of my command to find in favour of this proposal I would do so without a moment’s hesitation, but as we both learned in Philippi, it is prudent to consider the view of others when making decisions that may not be understood by those not involved in the circumstances. Should my plan not be to your liking, or should you consider the risk, to either yourself or to me, to be too high, then I will immediately give it no further thought.  I can not think of any other measure, whether by design, implementation, or administrative process that has improved the running of my prison and the health and safety of both staff and inmates as much as this man has.


Therefore, my proposal is this:

Firstly, to provide Saul of Tarsus with clothing and furniture from prison resources in order to make his life more comfortable. He is involved in debate, instruction and pastoral discussions for many hours every day. In fact, it is not an exaggeration to say the man works harder than I do!

Secondly, to give this man the run of the prison population and to provide a cell without a door. I realise this request may seem extraordinary, to the point of foolhardy risk, but I truly consider there to be absolutely no prospect of peril for anyone at all.  There have been rumours for many months that if a meeting Saul is attending goes past the time of the change of guard, the incoming shift is quite at rest for the outgoing shift to leave Saul where he is and not require him to return to his cell. In fact, apparently there have been numerous times when Saul has returned himself to his cell and locked the door himself so the guard will not be charged with dereliction of his duties at Saul’s account. As you can see, I hold this man in the highest regard and trust him implicitly.

Any concern over jealousy by inmates, of what may be perceived as special treatment, can be dismissed as these requests originated from within the centurions and prisoners alike; some from the most unlikely characters.


Whether you agree to my request, or deem it imprudent, I wish to humbly ask that you withdraw your submission for my promotion to Tribunus Laticlavius. As you know, a position of such authority would, at least temporarily, necessitate my relocation to another province. I feel I have much to learn as the Praefectus Castrorum of Roma’s Carcerem, not the least how to include, if possible, the mode and knowledge of Saul’s teachings into the manual on prisoner rehabilitation. It may seem clear to you that my desire is a selfish request, and indeed it is, but I do hope that I have found favour in your sight and that you will approve this small petition.


I look forward to your annual inspection which is a short few months away, when I hope to introduce you to the most extraordinary occupant of a roman prison you will ever meet.


I remain, 

You humble servant,


Duticus Maximus

Praefectus Castrorum

Roma Carcerem



MDC December 2020


Saturday 15 January 2022

A New Year, but same old life


The old year’s last nocturnal passage ends with 

the same exhaustion as the revelers'

and the New Year’s first dawn arrives 

almost completely unwitnessed. Half the planet is

living in the other half’s future yet receive

no insight that provides them with advantage.

For day after day and night after night, man 

learns nothing that can save him from himself.

Caught up in tangential concerns about past events

and preoccupied with the distractions of climate

change, nuclear annihilation, and alien life, mankind

employs all effort to erase the image and likeness

he was created in.


MDC

December 2021


Saturday 8 January 2022

Add to your faith

2 Peter 1:5-7


So let me receive faith right now,

And let me use that faith to take a step 

toward virtue. And though 

my feet might feel like stones, let 

me take another step towards knowledge.

And though my adversary 

abuse me, give me strength to 

take another towards self-control. 

And another toward perseverance.

And though my way

may feel leaden and slow, let me step 

toward godliness. Though a loved-one 

may step on my toes, may I step 

towards brotherly kindness. May every step 

be forward. And as I go, may I find joy 

in the stepping, grace in the edging 

toward change.  


But if there is little joy, let me step anyway.

Then take another step. 

And another. 

And another.


Until I truly, truly know how to love.



MDC 

January 2021


Saturday 1 January 2022

Grandparenting


She was large, soft and warm

which protected us from her no-nonsense

obedience-is-not-optional style of living.


He was stern, gruff, taciturn, but couldn't

always hide a slim smile when we said or

did something that amused him. He was

tall, angular, hard-boned - nothing to shield

us from his stern, hard-boned exterior.


She loved us by feeding us with the food

of the gods in never ceasing supplies that

were divinely created from a humble gas

stove, chipped crockery and beaten utensils.


He was always busy in the shed, garage or

yard, never happy with playing children

interrupting important things that he liked to

get right the first time. He had no patience

to repair damaged plants, trees, toys,

fence palings and gates that had worked

properly beforehand.


His cure for a splinter was to sit you on

the back steps and wedge you between

the stern, hard brick wall of the house and

his stern, hard-boned body, clamp the

offended hand under his arm, and with a

large needle in his large hand, penetrate

your flesh beside the splinter and rip it out

with vigour and determination. Worked first

time every time, even if healing took a week

or two. There was an unspoken policy that

enforced the notion that whinging belonged

to wimps and women


Each to his own, they say.

And while we gravitated more towards the

soft, warm, comforts, in later years my

brothers and I discussed the merits of his

approach and found a new appreciation for

his silent, efficient, always effective actions

that produced the desired result with minimal

fuss.


MDC

October 2021


Saturday 25 December 2021

Drawn from many waters

 (2 Samuel 22:7, 17)


Hark! Is there a rising from the tumult of hell? 

A sweet silence overcoming the howl of offence

Bursting open the gates that guard that broad entrance

A strong calm pushing thru the clamour of rancour and strife

Reaping the peaceful fruit of eternal life.


Listen! Do you hear? 

Drawn from mankind's foul waters dark with filth and fear, 

silencing the mockers, the fruit of that piercing spear


Behold! Who's this emerging thru the black darkness of arrogance?

Clothed in white robes, glorious extravagance!

Is it not He! Striding forth in strength

His love having conquered the height, breadth and length


Amazing! Who is this coming with Him? Lord, help me believe

Behold! It is Adam!, and is that Eve?!

And who is this multitude steadfastly behind? 

A cloud of many witnesses glorified, refined

 

The holy hand of the Father, forever faithful and strong, 

reaching down and raising this washed, firstborn-throng.

Who will stand praising forever with their brethren

The courts of Jerusalem resounding with holy amen


MDC 2019


Saturday 18 December 2021

Lamentations 3:22 - 23


The hiss of the gas hot-water system firing up outside my bedroom window tells me my 86-year old father is up. His daily rituals are as certain as the dawn.


The thump of a kitchen drawer tells me that my mother is up; her movements around the house as precise as the pendulum clock on the living room wall.


Old age has ushered in many variations but the habits of a lifetime will not be denied. Even the certitude of memory is not convinced by evidence that things are not in their normal place.


They look forward to each day, the new mercies that come with each rising sun all the proof they need that God looks down on them and smiles.


Simple pleasures like the matins of birds and their antics in the bird bath bring a delight that is eagerly anticipated and shared; flowers appearing in or out of season still a rewarding sight.


The difficulties of old age have become a secondary consideration. When their time has come they will not remember the hardships, for the humble joys of righteousness remain forever.




MDC

April 2021


Saturday 11 December 2021

Troubling Favour

(Luke 1:30)


Under the taut swell of her belly He moved.

She knew He was eager. 

She felt alone although He had two fathers.

She knew she would never fully understand.

The enormity of the decision was a weight that grew with each dawn.

The gold, frankincense and myrrh were acknowledgement of what she knew to be true

but they did nothing to diminish her concerns.

The first and only one in her position, only Elizabeth could give scant counsel

She also knew that what was given was holy and, though darkness raged at her door, she would be obedient.


MDC

March 2021


Saturday 4 December 2021

The Natural, The Spiritual


Tree

A tree is a silent sentinel, privy to secrets forever held

Providing respite from the sun, fruit in season. Hewn down, 

fed to the flames, turned into furniture and scented boxes, 

asking for nothing in return but a little rain and adequate 

soil. Passes on its knowledge to little birds.


Snake

A snake is a wild creation, moving with mystery upon a rock

Moving on ribbons of light, tasting the morning and evening air

Separating itself from its own shadow, seeing the darkness in things

Unable to be tamed, never able to be known

Its forked tongue as safe as Satan’s promises


Wind

The wind blows from who knows where, rushing to who knows 

where. Bringing clouds, rain, storm and tempest. Smoke, fire, 

hail and snow. Blows insect hordes and destruction in; chaff, 

topsoil, homes and lives out. Only the anointed of God 

can ride upon its wings. Grasping for it is vanity.


Bird

Insignificant creature, teller of secrets, easily ensnared

No raven knows the path of the just. The hawk screams 

its woeful message. They are all given into man’s hand 

yet a man wandering from his place is like a bird that’s 

wandered from its nest.


Fire

A fire is an enfolding entity. It has its own gravity.

Like a small sun, it draws people into its embrace

Holding them close, thinking they can leave 

whenever they like but the flame demands its dues

be paid in reluctance and regret


Man

Man thinks he is a supreme being, due to intelligence and 

self-awareness - a higher order above all other animals. But 

arrogantly ignores the self-evident truth that love and humility 

provide the only path back home to a loving Father thus forming 

the most ancient dilemma known


MDC

March 2021