New Years

Awake
I
Awaken in me dear Lord
A new hope in the New year
Give me a peace a midst change
Your constant peace so dear

Help me to chart a way
Which You are the One to light
As You speak through Holy Word
We thankful are made bright

Each day awake with You
A new day regard the true Amen
II
Sixteen years have come and gone
Since I first sang this song
My millennium project give up smoking
A success no joking

I offer Jesus my suffering
Now my Saviour is buffering
Pain from guilt here set free
Penitent ransomed daily me

God of mercy Your tenderness surrounds
Peaceful bliss is todays sound

3 praise notes from last 3 Adoration hrs. in Chapel

1
Sing Ye Heavens - Angelic
Voices proclaim God has
visited his People; Praise His Holy
Name, God is with us, his Glory
profess. Confess Him Lord of our
life. He is always the same: Saves
us in weakness, Speaks to our
distress, Offer Him fame. He's
given us peace. Rules from
Heaven, the manger, the cross,
Ruler of all, guide of the lost.
Find us salvation. We come to
do Your will. Strengthen
our Doors; Your mercy
renew. Give to the King all
that is due. Tribute, everything,
holiness render. Our best,
our hearts, our thinking is
our Triune's!
2
Great God of Peace Lord from a
stable of Bethlehem: On a
night so peaceful and calm;
In the still of my heart clean
from it all the noise the World
has. Make a place worthy of
so noble a birth. Create new
life in the void of my earthly
craving. Thanks be to Jesus
for such a wonderful gift.
Thank You Father for
sending Your only begotten
Son. In thankful praise to the
Spirit that proceeds from Them
both may we tenderly worship
so awesome a Triune and
take onward thanksgiving and joy.
3
Once upon a tree on Calvary
Hung a man of lowly birth
Hailed King of the Jews
But really King of the Earth
Right from his humble beginnings
Kings from the East worshipped him.
He was the King of Heaven come down.
A King Herod with terror drove
The holy family from that town
To Egypt, where God called this King;
The King Herod II dismissed our King
For the fate of Easter morn:
Rose from the dead, forgave
Our sin, ascended back above,
King Immanuel conquered evil!
King for eternity is to return
To take the flock from death
To life ever more. Shepherds too
Worshipped their King born. Angels sang
Peace on Earth, God will - the score.

The Fire

You are a strange God
but like a close friend!
You are a fearful God
however merciful as a true love.
You consume all foreign desire
or seek us out, estranged away.
You spark us, Whom we've sought
and reignite the passion for you.
The manifold idols sacrifice given;
all Baal prophet's could not put to flame.
We are Elias, who feel the warmth
in Your still small voice shining through.
Like a forest fire takes all in the wake,
no obstacle stands, people are swept up
now, the heat is intense, people feel it.
The love of God cares for me.
Grant us pardon and peace in the stillness,
in the calm sweet Communion brings.
You are here as a faithful furnace
To drive far from us the Fall chill.
As God Who renews the tired bones.
The other gods: hollow hope of phonies.

New day, new week, early Oct.

Daytime Prayer

At the start of a new day, as I was during my beginnings, Lord, don’t let thoughts of my own grandeur ruin the love you have for me, the love you have for all humanity, dear Jesus.

As the day goes to a zenith, oh Christ, like mine had a day, don’t allow my indifference to dampen my love for you, or the passion you wish me to have for souls.

When evening comes to earth, which is where I am right now in life, don’t permit me to rest on my laurels, but give glory and praise, honour and worship, to you, with God, the Father, and the Holy Spirit.

So when nighttime returns, when too, I must fade, and one day decay, we will have oscillated round you, our light, without a diminished life, with a share in you brilliance and blaze, your glowing warmth.

At the peak of our zeal, and during the low moments of life, make us burn with care for others, as you care for us. May we, O Triune God, lift up our prayer, not loves’ opposite, but, cherish our Communion. Amen.

I love to tell the story; the rest of the story.

I love to tell the rest of the story!

Paul Harvey and Paul Harvey jr. have the knack of telling the rest of the story. In the song are the words I love to tell the story. When I was a boy I learned the story of Jesus, who is God and man, died for my sins 2000 yrs. ago, but forgave me, rose again from the dead or loves me enough to do all this for me as my friend. I was a WASP and belligerent. But I tried to live as a Christian Free Methodist. They are a strict Evangelical church which was nicknamed Holy Rollers. I had an issue with self-love, started smoking, drinking and having other addictive behaviour. I became an agnostic and had psychiatric issues too. I tried to seek the Father again but made slow progress. I was still a hypocrite by the time I was 50. But the story does not end there.

Through the Roman Catholic Faith I discovered our attempts to seek the Holy Spirit is nothing compared to how we are sought by God. I was Baptised into new life, really born again, Confirmed and sealed with the Holy Spirit. The Father welcomed the prodigal son home. It was not the day I was born again that made the difference but frequently availing the Sacrament of Conversion does. Christ’s body was not just symbolised by bread at communion but Jesus: Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity is present in the Sacrament of the Eucharist. It was no longer just me and Jesus for it but Christ and us in union with the Church. The history we were taught was not the truth I know now. King Henry VIII was not fit to be head of the church, the Pope is. Calvin was not justified, St. John of the Cross was. Martin Luther didn’t improve the church, St. Teresa of Avila did. The Wesleys were not heroes of the faith, St. Alphonsus Liguori and St. Junipero Serra are. My spiritual heritage did not come from Bs. Fairburn and Bs. Roberts but comes from St. John Henry Newman and St. Therese di Lisieux.

               I’m afraid my Protestant brothers and sisters don’t know the rest of the story. We both love to tell the story, but I love to tell the rest of the story.

Sept. '15, 6th

To Be Perfectly Politically Correct
   People are paranoid about sin: it is common: all do it, except Jesus and Mary, even Joseph, though we don't know what, did it at some point of his life. Its commonality in no way makes it attractive however, that is one of its lures. People that are hooked or just now attracted to the bait here leave the ideas of the phobic behind. Christ did not condemn the sinner is the message we want you to hear then. There is forgiveness and Conversion - our only reaction to sin need be our rejection of it.  All fear and hate is gone. Once you are convinced it is wrong, remember you did it, forget about it, forgive people, forgive. Our Lord saves. He wants us to catch sinners too. Love is His net. I am caught so I am free from sin. Salvation comes from Him. We need not be afraid. That our Maker and our Judge has no memory of our sin - those people who dwell on it are wrong. " so have no fear of them; for nothing is covered up ... fear him who can destroy both soul and body. Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? ... but whoever denies me before others, I will also deny before my Father in heaven. " Matt. 10:26-33 - the words of the Master NRSV

Vector from Hector

You don't want to wake-up
In a sink hole
Where you thought you were
Driving you aren't going
The Devil had other plans
Where were you coming from
Just now the Lord has
Better plans for you
God lifts you from miry clay
The Son is a solid rock
If you build on shifty sand
The Spirit's reno saves your house
All we have we'll flip for a home
In paradise one day
Are you headed for the pits
Or join us with God's grace
Sure founded in the direct Way
Abba not to way lay us