Bride of Christ, Family of God

If our debate about the way we relate to each other as the body/family of Christ does not first stem from our understanding of our need, and the nature of our relationship with our God through His Son, by His Spirit, then the debate will go on. And our relationships will be dysfunctional.

For example:

If those who are the children of God through a right relationship with His Son, Jesus, confirmed by the presence of His Spirit within their own spirit, are called the bride of Christ then would not all have to relate to Christ as husband…including men, singles, divorcees, widows/widowers, children, teens, and wives? If each understood, believed, valued and lived in light of Christ as husband, comforter, provider, leader, lover, ‘head’, forgiver, restorer, friend, saviour, would we not better understand ourselves and our own roles in that light?

Just wondering.

My Mum

Janette Marie

Precious, gentle mother

Prayerful, kind of heart

Welcomer of persons

Young, or old, from near or far

 

Garden always blooming

Flowers all arranged

Cleanliness within

For tasty treats you’re famed

 

Kitchen is abuzz

Confiding, cuppas, fun

Eating, talking, cooking

You, or yours, or everyone

 

Children, children, children

One or two, or twenty-four

Painting paper, bricks or pavement

Lego, Barbie, cars and more

 

Drive you to the hospital

To church or Boy’s Brigade

Deliver pamphlets, meals and love

In birth or death or just g’day

 

Singing nursery rhymes or hymns

Any tune or note or pitch

Burn the veges or the sausages

Roasts go off without a hitch

 

Boil the kettle, hang the washing

Iron and vacuum, mop the floor

Change the sheets before the next lot

Comes a-knocking on the door

 

One moves out, and one moves in

Army, neighbourhood and youth

Follow moving van to homes

Old ones gone, new friends en-group

 

Laughing, crying, sorry

Cuddle, comfort, pray

Petticoat and lipstick

Barefoot, loving God all day

 

6/11/2014

Merilyn

Been away. Saying farewell from this world to my step-mum. Loved. Missed. Always remembered.

 

In gentleness you spoke and thought

In quietness you moved

In otherness of focus

Was the path you oft did choose

 

In jest, your laughter hearty

In grief your focus set

In cheeky shifts of humour

Work with diligence was met

 

In children, love rejoicing

In grandies, care and pride

In family, time well-spent

Love with husband from on high

 

You saw beauty all around you

Brilliant colour from the rose

Form of mankind in all seasons

Adorning cakes and walls along your road

 

Determined, gentle battler

Crown of persistence on your brow

Hopeful, enduring constancy

Now complete and wholly sound

I love you

 

28/10/2014