The Storm

The storm is brewing;
Brewing in the teacup
Brewing on a lake
A storm that scares you
that something will break

A storm in our lives
A storm that shakes
The winds are howling
The waves are high
Some tease and taunt,
Others full of electric-
Intensify!

Some linger a while,
Others quickly pass by.
They can question life,
Throw everything up in the sky
A whirlwind of uncertainty,
Swirling, crushing hopelessness,
Seemingly drowning,
Amid a torrent of anxiety

Just like a tale in ages past,
Which many join the cry and ask
Jesus- what on earth shall we do?
How can you sleep, will we make it through
The night when the fiercest windstorm blew

Waves surrounding,
Gaining uncontrollable height
As the might of the gales
Raging within my soul
Blurs everything else from sight
Except the lightning flash!
In a sky as black as a ream of coal

But Jesus awoke and rebuked the storm
The storm in a teacup
The storm on a lake
Storms that scare
And storms that shake

The winds instantly died down,
The waves levelled low
From a raging tempest,
To deep calm, blissful slow
With instant and utter authority
He teaches waves how to behave.
He commands the wind, the rain and the snow.

And more than that,
The same Jesus, the Jesus I know
Is with me, and in me, and NEVER goes.
My soul no longer in distress
My soul in him alone, finds rest.
The peace of all peace
The hope of all hope.

Some years later, another storm arose,
This time a shipwreck- certainly posed
But Paul was inside and he knew the Lord
He called everyone together,
 everyone on board.

They ate a meal and together broke bread,
They gave thanks and prayed. Calm instead
Of calamity, like the feast in Psalm 23
A table of refuge laid out
In the middle of the enemy.
That night, every person was saved
Only the boat was lost the waves.

The Peace of all Peace,
The Hope of all Hope
The rock that is solid,
Not thrown off to the left or the right
Though wind and waves
may obscure your sight.
Nothing can ensnare you,
Because Christ is there
and he stands for you

He is the Prince of Peace,
The Bringer of Hope,
Trust in the Lord and you will cope
Not because there won’t be any storms,
Nor because you are strong
Or can ‘keep calm and carry on’

But because we build our house on the Rock
He is our Foundation that withstands
And can command storms to stop.
No matter, the tempest-
He’ll bring us safely back,
Into the haven of the dock

I wrote this poem last month a few days before I even knew anything about Hurricane Sandy. Although, if you've been affected by the storms, I pray you'd know God's closeness and peace as he walks with you through the inevitable steps of cleaning up, rebuilding and restoring.

At the beginning, the tone sets the storm brewing and building up, tapping into the frightening reality of storms in our lives and how things happening around us can deeply impact and resonate within us as well. that brew in our lives, without ignoring and belittling the devastating effects, but acknowledges them in two stories;

The first from Luke chapter 8, where Jesus and his disciples are in a boat, Jesus falls asleep and they are caught in a fierce windstorm and the disciples (some of which are experienced fishermen) are petrified, in panic, thinking they are going to die. Until Jesus stood up and spoke to the storm and it stopped! Just like that!

The second story takes a different route, Paul was held as a prisoner, being transported across the sea to stand trial, when the shipwreck hit, Paul already knew God's peace and didn't lose faith like the disciples and again everyone survived (In fact Paul survived 3 shipwrecks) but the storm and the shipwreck was not stilled.

Sometimes storms build and then instantly changes; breakthrough, peace... and we praise God,
but other times God does not take away the storms, but he holds us, carries us, leads us through. Sometimes it may feel lonely and you feel like you are facing the storm head on, but God promises never to leave us and its then he's at our back, helping us push through.

In Psalm 77, there is a verse that talks about God's path going through the mighty waters, So in these times, even though we'd rather avoid difficult circumstances altogether, we need to praise God and trust in his ways, finding refuge in God's peace, that is not dependant on circumstance, but that He, the Prince of Peace gives us freely.

June Project, A Poem by Emily Pringle

Our church has just had our Sixth June Project in Durham, and last year, a friend of mine; Emily Pringle wrote the report in the form of a poem.

With her permission I have the privilege of sharing it with you. :-)

Juby and his crew put the final plans in place,
for gardens, flyers, painting and the King’s Art Space.
United by God and his good news for all,
120 delegates filled St Oswald’s hall.
Nerves, excitement and expectation spread,
for what God had in store for the next few days ahead.
Everyone in teams, we jumped to our feet,
to work with young and old, play sport and worship on the street.
Prayer for healing, digging gardens, painting fences, serving tea,
through our actions God was working for any and all to see.
Residents joined in too with many a cell event,
to Newton Hall, Gilesgate and Neville’s Cross we went.
Our hearts were being moulded and our city being changed,
with many lives transformed and priorities rearranged.
Just the eager few got up soon after light,
to serve coffees at the station and then again at night!
Evenings saw youth events, Ceilidhs and such things,
with many having fun and others learning how to swing.
Chat to a delegate to find out lots more,
for much has God been doing and more has He in store.
Though June Project came and went in less than a week,
we know that God is still at work and His Kingdom we still seek.


Poem written by Emily Pringle, June 2011.

I hope you enjoyed her creative report, I think it beautifully captures the variety and essence of the project combined with the importance of seeing what God's heart for us and the community is.


Check out the internlog to find out more about this year's June project http://www.kcd.org.uk/internship/log/

Free

This is a story

A story of me

This is no fairytale

but of truth that sets free

I’d been plodding for Jesus

But with the weight of a bus

Dragging behind me

While it started to rust.

“I’ve got big shoulders”

I always said

But the weight of the world

was more than lead

Life’s race- a spiritual battle

Been pushing onwards

But with a yoke like cattle

I was worn out and starting to rattle

But this is NOT how it’s suppose to be

It is for freedom that Christ set us free

The weight of the world, he took on the cross

He paid the price, to rescue the lost.

The bricks we carry,

He says- “Let me!”

Throw them into the water,

That makes fresh even the sea.

Shake off the ties,

The things that bind

Enjoy ALL his freedom

Seek first and you’ll find

The peace and the healing,

Come enjoy, taste and eat,

Lightness- so freeing,

His freedom complete.

I’m running for Jesus,

Pushing on for the prize,

He took it all on the cross

And put to death all the lies.

The Spirit of God wells up inside

The sowing of tears,

At last- Put aside!

In laughter and joy, it’s time to abide.

His precious daughter, no condemnation

I am a new creation,

His grace is enough for me

His love redeems and carries me.

“Not your shoulders, but mine instead!”

Because the weight of the word*

Was more than lead

He paid in full, then rose from the dead!

This is a story

A story of God and me

This is no fairytale

But of truth that sets free.

*Thought you found a typo? I'm afraid 'word' rather than 'world' has been left in on purpose, but can be interchanged. 

As part of the freedom that took place over the summer that inspired this poem, it had been words, a kind of 'promise' to God (well meaning but powerful and binding words)- many years ago that had 'tied me up' and made me vulnerable to being weighed down by more burden that wasn't mine to carry. However powerful words are, God's grace is enough and the new covenant takes away the requirement of legalism. It's taken close to a decade for this freedom to break in and break me out of this which had disguised itself as a God promise, I just needed to renounce those words and come to a place of repentance and God did the rest- amazing freedom and joy and life in multicolour.

Following Jesus, had involved the 'spiritual art' of plodding and slogging, i.e. keeping going despite spiritual opposition and pushing onwards, but it's a bit like in Hebrews 12, after God broke through, and we threw off all the stuff weighing me down and getting entangled around my feet I feel able to run (physically and spiritually) in a free way!