October message
Many of the parables which are recorded in the Gospel incorporate things that were easily found and – in many cases – still are encountered. We know only too well what it is like to lose something dear to us and turn the house upside down until it is found. Equally, we know how there are moments of considerable distress – perhaps a burden greater than we have ever know before – then along comes a Good Samaritan whose understanding can only be described as "Heaven sent". One parable which Jesus told was about a tiny mustard seed. When the seed was planted it grew into a huge bush and was so strong that birds could rest in its branches. Those crowds who heard Jesus telling the story only had to look around them and they would see similar bushes. It was not hard for them to transfer their thoughts to the way God’s Kingdom started small yet would one day be a place so strong and welcoming that many would benefit from it. There is a similar thought about conkers growing into magnificent trees. You only have to look around our town to see some splendid specimens. The finest of horse chestnut trees I know stands on the little bit of Stray in front of Trinity Methodist Church. Whatever time of year I see it, the tree always impresses me but I must add that it looks especially majestic now in Autumn when leaves turn to gold. Ask yourself this. If a small conker can produce something of enormous and beautiful proportions at which people marvel, how much more do you, a member of God’s Kingdom, bring a sense of awe and wonder into the lives of others as you lead your Christian life? I would hazard a guess and suggest you probably never know but – for goodness sake – keep on! Love and prayers, John
At this time of year I get a great deal of pleasure from collecting conkers. You may think I must have better things to do – indeed, I probably have lots of things to occupy my time and all of which are highly important – but collecting conkers holds a special place in my list of "Annual Jobs". Opening up the outer shell to see what lies inside is a simple pleasure. As the pieces of husk are pulled apart, one of Nature’s beauties is revealed. A lovingly polished antique mahogany table does not have such a finely finished patina as a conker. For a few minutes the conker glistens, its deep lustre entrancing the eye. |
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