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In common with Jonah

Imagine God told YOU to hop on a plane and head for Mosul (where ISIS is wreaking havoc) tomorrow morning. Imagine He said to you to go, be a single solitary lone voice there. To stand in the streets and preach repentance or doom at the hand of God. Would you go? Would you run the opposite direction? I do often feel poor old Jonah has been harshly judged by us folks who’d have been equally terrified.

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To speak or not to speak

29 March 2014 · The worst thing about being hopping mad at a time when you can’t do anything about it – is that you can’t do anything about it. The best thing about being hopping mad at a time when you can’t do anything about it – is that you can’t do anything about it.

29 March 2014 · So today as I’ve spent time mulling over the thing I was hopping mad about I’ve exhausted my need to hop and am calm tho quietly frustrated and sad – and glad of the forced time to think and be prayerful. There’s a quote picture thingy floating around on these pages that asks:

Is it true? Is it kind? Is it necessary? – as a rule of thumb for posting on FB. I do like it but have needed more questions today as I’ve thought on things. These are:

If I don’t speak up will anything bad happen? (Possibly… In a connect the dots kind of a way)

In the overall scheme of things, how much damage has been done? (Minimal)

Is there a principle involved? (Most assuredly – and herein lies my trap of the past).

So will I speak up? Well first I discuss with my less fuzzy other half… And then we will see. But at least I’m in a better head space.

Some years ago I had a picture of myself trapped stationary under a mighty hand of love. A strange one for sure, but then I read “You hem me in, You are behind me and before me” and I eventually ceased the struggle to free myself of that Hand.

How and what do you do to regulate yourself when hopping mad?

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To judge or not to judge?

It’s not such a simple question!

A number of years ago I did a book display at a super ‘conservative’ Christian rally.  I’d recently spent a number of years prior to that in a Pentecostal church but I’d attended the same rallies by the same conservative group as a small child with my parents.  I stood there awash in The Fathers love and a sense of His presence and joy with the memory of being a toddler in that very auditorium and I knew the same joy I felt in the Pentecostal style worship was because it was the same Holy Spirit who was in each place.  Neither set of beliefs governing style had everything right, but the Holy Spirit, by God’s grace, was present in both.  He was there when I was a toddler in that auditorium, He was there in the Pentecostal church and He was there again that night.

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