I'm still stuck on the couch at the moment...
But I will get moving soon and write something else interesting and hopefully usful to both man and beast.
Okay, I have been thinking and although this may not be much use to beasts it may be of some value to human beings.
Last night I turned up at “Breath” without a guitar - I’d forgotten that I’d been asked to lead a few worship songs. But as I arrived Ada, who had a guitar there, asked me to tune it, so I actually walked in the room with a guitar in my hand. I led a few songs with Ada's guitar and I think I got away with it, although Cath (one of the leaders) did look at me very suspiciously. Tonight I’ve been asked to sing at a local “Live Lounge,” I’ll make sure the guitar’s in the car.
Martin and Cath thought I had a laid-back and calm approach, I suggested it may be the duck-on-water-syndrome: looking calm on the surface but paddling furiously under the water-line. Martin disagreed and thought it was calmness given by God.
We all get rocked and rolled on life’s sea, and the sea occasionally gets stormy to the point where we shout out, as the disciples did, “Don't you care if we drown?"
Is God asleep and oblivious to our plight? Jesus was asleep when his disciples cried out, but he soon woke up and rebuked the wind and said to the sea, “Peace, be still.” He then rebuked his disciples: "Why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?"
I guess that’s the long and short of it, if we only have faith in God when life’s sea is calm and without waves, then what value does that faith hold? But if we make God our refuge, he is a shelter in the season of storms and the time of tranquillity.
He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord watches over you—
the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night.
The Lord will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
the Lord will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore. (Psalm 121:3-8)
There is an annual 10k road race held on the outskirts of the West Midlands. Up to 900 runners inhale and exhale huge amounts of country air in an attempt to beat their PB. At least that's the line runners tell each other: "I am only running against myself". But that is only partly true of course. When the race begins and you see someone you know a mere 20 metres in front of you our demeanour changes to one of predator catching prey.
When I run the race I know there will be four or five other runners from a nearby church. We greet each other most cordially before the race, we have known each other for years. But I want to beat all five of them; the fact that I attend another church makes the race so much more enticing. I usually manage to beat three or four of them, and humorously accuse those who beat me of taking performance enhancing drugs.
The spirit of true sportsmanship demands that I'm glad we had the race and that it actually is the 'taking part' that counts. A friend of mine named Mick had one of his legs amputated, he told me that one of the things he regretted was getting so angry with himself that he never managed to run a marathon under three hours. "That was stupid," he said, and straight away I could see Mick's point. The sheer joy of running is a marvellous opportunity to celebrate life.
We recently saw the news that Usain Bolt had been beaten in his last 100m final by Justin Gatlin, who has served two bans (2001 and 2006) from the sport for taking drugs. In a spirit of forgiveness an arbitration panel gave Gatlin the opportunity to compete again. Gatlin quickly became a rogue of modern athletics and has been greeted by boos and jeers in some of his races. Usain Bolt's final 100m solo sprint should have been a fairy tale ending but the pantomime villain secured his own place in athletics' history and Bolt finished in third place with Gatlin's fellow American Christian Coleman coming second.
Time and age may have taken their toll on Usain Bolt, we have seen him run better and faster, and after all, he has now reached the grand old age of 30. However, Justin Gatlin is 35 and managed to stay focused and trained hard to win his gold medal. Gatlin did not let the jeers of the London crowd move him at all, saying "I tuned it out through the rounds and stayed the course. I did what I had to do."
There are times when we all face opposition of different sorts, and most people, when all is said and done, find a place in their hearts to admire a person who can stay focused and not let the "nay saying" crowd alter their course.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
(Rudyard Kipling "If")
Down on the track after the race there was no ill-feeling from the two men at the centre of attention. Justin remarked on Usain's honesty and sportsmanship, "The first thing he did was congratulate me and say that I didn't deserve the boos. He's an inspiration."
Last Sunday morning at my church I met with a few friends and we spoke about that race. One lady mentioned that Gatlin's win reminded her that the Pharisees and religious teachers were not at all happy with Jesus and 'They growled, "He takes in sinners and eats meals with them, treating them like old friends."' (Luke 15:3) So Jesus addressed their complaint by telling three stories about a lost sheep, a lost coin and a lost son, all of whom were found.
Some people, including Lord Coe, thought that Justin Gatlin should not have been allowed back onto the athletics' stage, and they may have a point, but from another perspective the World Championships 100m final 2017 gives us all hope.
Back in the noughties I wrote a song called 'Too Many Things To Worry About'. We are now heading towards the end of the following decade (for which no nickname was successfully found), so I thought about updating the song and calling it 'Far Too Many Things To Worry About'.
A friend of mine, who I consider level headed enough to hold a responsible position in the UK judicial system, recently messaged me telling me of her worries about North Korea and America. Kim Jong Un, the North Korean leader, said the US is "within the range of our nuclear strike and a nuclear button is always on the desk of my office" - US president Donald Trump responded with a tweet, "Will someone from his depleted and food starved regime please inform him that I too have a Nuclear Button, but it is a much bigger & more powerful one than his, and my Button works!".
I understood my friend's worries - The Battle of the Buttons does seem to bring the danger of a nuclear holocaust closer to each one of us who happen to be living on planet earth in 2018. And more worryingly the "My dad's bigger than your dad" approach certainly informs us that we are in a new age in the way some world leaders communicate.
But there are other things to concern us too: The World Health Organization state that "Antibiotic resistance is one of the biggest threats to global health, food security, and development today." That's quite scary and making the matter a little bit scarier they add, "A growing number of infections - such as pneumonia, tuberculosis, gonorrhoea, and salmonellosis - are becoming harder to treat as the antibiotics used to treat them become less effective." We can help ourselves by only using antibiotics when prescribed by a doctor and by not demanding antibiotics if the doctor says we don't need them.
Nastiness is another current worrying problem. I've noticed that some of my fellow musicians don't like reading the comment section of a piece of their work. I understand that actors are the same; I heard one actor say, "Of course, you can't read the comments" as if it was common knowledge that anyone involved in the creative arts should not and would not read the "comments". I did a Google search starting with "Why are YouTube comments.", the sentence was autocompleted for me with phrases such as "so bad", "so racist", and "so toxic". There are a lot of voices out there vying for attention, some we need and ought to listen to, but many of the other alarmist, malicious and spiteful voices can be totally disregarded.
I noticed that in her Christmas address Queen Elizabeth brought us some other worrying facts of modern life: "This Christmas, I think of London and Manchester, whose powerful identities shone through over the past 12 months in the face of appalling attacks. In Manchester, those targeted included children who had gone to see their favourite singer." The Queen also offered some helpful and hopeful advice to anyone willing to listen, "We remember the birth of Jesus Christ whose only sanctuary was a stable in Bethlehem. He knew rejection, hardship and persecution; and yet it is Jesus Christ's generous love and example which has inspired me through good times and bad."
We have efficient communication networks that circumnavigate the globe enabling us to hear worrying news pretty fast. Interestingly, according to Jesus there is another network available, He said, "John's baptism-was it from heaven, or of human origin? Tell me!" (Mark 11:30) Two networks available! Heaven's or Earth's. The Queen found help listening into one of them, I also have to admit that I am fortified and strengthened when I consider the voice that is worth listening to