Wednesday, April 26, 2023

Catching Fish, Catching Men

 

In the days after Jesus rose from the dead, he appeared to his disciples at various times. But the time that strikes me most is when he appears at the lake.

The disciples been out all night fishing (John 21), because they didn’t know what else to do. What was going through their minds? Had Jesus really risen? Who broke the bread at their meal days afterward and then disappeared? It seemed unbelievable. They’d just go back to doing what they knew.

They had seen Jesus heal others. They had known him to feed thousands with just a small boy’s lunch, had made the lunch go so far and hadn’t really understood how it happened. And now there was this man on the beach building a fire. 

When they came out of the water onto the beach, tired and frustrated, this man had offered them food. He knew they’d be hungry. Then he told them to go out in their boats and throw the nets out one more time.

Now the fishermen might grumble because they’d been out all night and hadn’t caught a thing. They might have thought, We won’t catch any. What does he know?  But in this story, we’re not given that kind of detail, only that they indeed go out again and cast the net on the right side of the boat as they are told.

And you know what happened. They caught so many fish they couldn’t haul in the nets.

It seems their eyes were opened suddenly and they recognized this man as Jesus, their friend. The one who had called them “fishers of men” those years ago when they left their nets to follow him. So much had happened since then. What were they to make of all this?

Peter jumped in the water and went to Jesus. It might seem he had a new understanding about himself and what Jesus’ call meant. And he still had questions.

What does that mean for us?

 

 

Carolyn Wilker

https://www.carolynwilker.ca/

 

 

 

Sunday, April 09, 2023

Happy Easter: More than just Chocolate

 

By the Rev. Dr. Ed Hird

Once every year, billions of people around the world pause to remember the mystery of Easter. Most people love Easter: bunnies, chocolate, eggs, bonnets, lilies, flower crosses, and joyful singing. In the air, you can sense victory and resurrection and new life. No wonder that churches have many visitors on Easter Sunday.

I have always enjoyed Easter, especially for the chocolate.  Just like Christmas, Easter has its food connection and its spiritual connection.  Most people love to eat.  Easter family gatherings invariably involve lots of delicious food, especially those wonderful hot cross buns.

Good Friday is a traditional fast day where many choose not to eat in order to remember Jesus’ death on the cross for our sins.  Easter Sunday is a traditional feast day where families celebrate with delicious feasts.   Without Good Friday, Easter Sunday makes no sense.  Without Easter Sunday, Good Friday is just a terrible tragedy.  Good Friday shows that God can turn everything that is against us to our advantage. God transformed Good Friday (the most evil day in history) into Easter Sunday (the most beautiful day in history).

Many of us steer clear of Good Friday because it reminds us of death, of pain, and of our own personal mortality. Sometimes we may question: what on earth is Good about Good Friday? What’s so good about someone going through the worst suffering and most excruciating death ever imagined?  Good Friday seems too morbid, too deadly, too bloody.

Modern medical science is wonderful in the way that it can prolong life that would often otherwise be over.  But medicine can only postpone the inevitable facing all of us.  We are mortals here on earth.  In my mid-teen period, I lost sight of the power of Easter, and concluded that there was no life after death. Death was final, and that was the end of it.  Nothing was waiting for me but the grave.  What was it all about, I wondered?  Was life really worth the effort? I began to fear the power of death and the meaninglessness and emptiness of life. I even secretly wondered if life itself was worth living.

In the midst of my teenage self-doubt,  I still loved Easter, but I didn’t get it.  The flowers, the food, the fun and even Easter worship were enjoyable, but somehow I missed the message.  It is funny how you can celebrate something that you grow up with, and yet the real meaning can be missed.  When the penny finally dropped, when the light came on, it was like waking up from the dead.  I finally understood that Jesus solved the unsolvable death problem, and that by faith in him, the future is bright and unstoppable.

My prayer for those of you who love the Easter season is that you may realize that at the end of the day, love is stronger than death, and love has the final word.

The Rev. Dr. Ed Hird, BSW, MDiv, DMin

-an article published in the Deep Cove Crier/North Shore News

www.edhird.com  

Tuesday, March 14, 2023

Empty Tomb

 

Imagine yourself at the tomb in early dawn just as the sun peeks over the horizon. There’s a coolness in the air and you’ve come with spices, as tradition demands, to cover the smell of death and honour the dead at the same time. But you stop, seeing that the enormous rock has been rolled away from the mouth of the tomb. This is not what you expected to see while you’re numb with grief.

Graveclothes are folded neatly inside. There are two men standing nearby in dazzling clothes who ask, “Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here, but has risen!” (Luke 24:5)

And then do you remember what Jesus had said earlier? That he would rise again.

Your first instinct might be to run back and tell your friends. What do you say?

This pivotal moment marks a new beginning. Jesus is freed from the grave and bears the marks of his crucifixion. Jesus appears to his disciples at various times and to the women who have carried spices to his grave. He says more than once, “Peace be with you.” And he tells them “As the Father has sent me, so I send you.” (John 20: 21)

 

Empty Tomb

In the gray dawn

I say goodbye to one

whose hands brought life from death

whose words confounded kings and priests

 

The cave is shadowed and dark

a boulder rests unneeded, but not unheeded

rising light exposes

folded cloth in an empty cave

confounding

compounding yesterday’s drama

 

footsteps

 

i turn      

in a voice as soft as morning

 

He calls my name

 

Carolyn Wilker   --Published 2007 Esprit

 https://www.carolynwilker.ca/

 


 

 

 

 

Thursday, March 09, 2023

Robert Louis Stevenson’s Global Kingdom Impact

 


By Rev Dr Ed & Janice Hird

-an article for the Light Magazine



Many of us as children read Robert Louis Stevenson’s best-selling books like Treasure Island, Kidnapped, and a Children’s Garden of Verses. He was a popular celebrity in his own time. Arthur Conan Doyle, of Sherlock Holmes fame, wrote to Stevenson speaking of “all the pleasure you have given me during my lifetime–more than any other living man has done.” Rudyard Kipling called him ‘his idol’.  GK Chesterton said that Stevenson "seemed to pick the right word up on the point of his pen, like a man playing pick-up-sticks."  Recently, Stevenson was ranked, just after Charles Dickens, as the twenty-sixth most-widely-translated author in the world.

Few have realized the deep Christian message that he wove into his many novels.  There are hundreds of biblical references in his over thirty books. In Treasure Island, a pirate brings a curse on himself by using a ripped-out page of the Bible to give Long John Silver a ‘black spot’ of death. The bible verse was Revelation 22:15: “Without are dogs and murderers.” Greed for false treasure leads to nothing but violence and death.  The true treasure brings peace and life. Treasure Island is a spiritual application of Jesus’ parable in Matthew 13 44

The kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field. When a man found it, he hid it again, and then in his joy went and sold all he had and bought that field.

In Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde, Stevenson gives one of the most profound analyses of Romans Chapter 7 in its struggle between good and evil.  In Kidnapped, the hero David Balfour is urged to be constant in his prayers and reading of the Bible.  The missionary Henderland

inquired (of David Balfour’s) state of mind towards God…he had not spoken long before he brought the tears into my eyes. There are two things that men should never weary of, goodness and humility; we get none too much of them in this rough world among cold, proud people;...he soon had me on my knees beside a simple, poor old man, and both proud and glad to be there.

In the days before film, TV, and the internet, Stevenson had a remarkable ability to take you on a journey, giving you eyes to see a part of the world that most people had never visited.  In bringing you by imagination to foreign lands, he also took you on a safari for your own soul. 

Born in 1850 in Edinburgh, Scotland, Stevenson battled bronchial health issues for most of his short life, but never let it stop his writing. A key spiritual influence on his life was his nurse Alison Cunningham (known as Cummy).  She read him stories from John Bunyan and told him stories of the Covenanters revivalists who brought spiritual renewal to Scotland. Robert’s favorite game as a child was to make-believe that he was a clergyman and to preach from an improvised pulpit.  As a child, Robert commented, “I would lie awake to weep for Jesus, but I would fear to trust myself to slumber lest I was not accepted and should slip, ere I awoke, into eternal ruin.” Self-condemnation and fear of hell crippled his young spiritual life.

During his Edinburgh University years, Stevenson got involved in drunkenness and visiting prostitutes.  Rebelling against his father’s strict religiosity, he briefly identified himself as a ‘red-hot socialist’ and an atheist. He formed a club with the motto “ignore everything that our parents taught us.” When his father learned of this motto, he said to his son, “You have rendered my whole life a failure.’  In a letter to a friend, Robert mocked his father’s prayers as nothing better than praying to the chandelier.

By age 26, he regretted his foolishness. Stevenson wrote to his father, stating that:

Christianity is among other things, a very wise, noble and strange doctrine of life ... You see, I speak of it as a doctrine of life, and as a wisdom for this world ... I have a good heart, and believe in myself and my fellow-men and the God who made us all ... There is a fine text in the Bible, I don't know where, to the effect that all things work together for good for those who love the Lord. Strange as it may seem to you, everything has been, in one way or the other, bringing me nearer to what I think you would like me to be. 'Tis a strange world, indeed, but there is a manifest God for those who care to look for him.

When he married his wife Fanny in 1880 at age 29, he described himself as “a mere complication of cough and bones, much fitter for an emblem of mortality than a bridegroom.” Being addicted to cocaine and opium did not help his frail health.

In 1890, he and his wife Fanny settled with their children in Samoa in the South Sea islands where he taught Sunday School. The Samoans called him Tusitala (the Storyteller), building a ‘loving heart’ road right up to his house. Many missionaries in Samoa deeply impressed him:

Those who have a taste for hearing missions, Protestant or Catholic, decried, must seek their pleasure somewhere else than in my pages. Whether Catholic or Protestant...with all their deficiency...the missionaries are the best and the most useful whites in the Pacific.

Robert described the missionary James Chalmers as “a man that took me fairly by storm for the most attractive, simple, brave and interesting man in the whole Pacific.” He also deeply admired the missionary Rev. W.E. Clarke who later took his funeral: “…a man I esteem and like to the soles of his boots; I prefer him to any one in Samoa, and to most people in the world.” S.J. Whitmee, Stevenson’s missionary interpreter, had many conversations with him, saying that ““He was nearly all the time I knew him, reading the Old Testament prophetic Scriptures.”

Robert Louis Stevenson died tragically of a stroke in his island home in 1894 at age 44. Ten years after his death, his wife printed Vailima Prayers, a small book of Robert’s prayers:

Lord, Give us courage and gaiety and the quiet mind.
Spare to us our friends, soften to us our enemies.
Bless us, if it may be, in all our innocent endeavours.
If it may not, give us the strength to encounter that which is to come, that we be brave in peril, constant in tribulation, temperate in wrath, and in all changes of fortune, and, down to the gates of death, loyal and loving one to another.
As the clay to the potter,
as the windmill to the wind,
as children of their sire,
we beseech of Thee this help and mercy
for Christ’s sake. Amen

May Robert Louis Stevenson’s example inspire many Christian writers to be Christ-centered authors of God’s Kingdom.

Rev. Dr. Ed & Janice Hird

Co-authors, God’s Firestarters



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