Did you know?

Did you know that giraffes can’t cough
and bluebirds can’t see blue
Did you know that a cow’s only sweat glands’ in its nose,
maybe, that’s why they moo!
Did you know that butterflies taste with their feet,
and insects shiver when they’re cold
Did you know that lobsters have blue blood,
and rats can’t vomit, so I’m told!


Did you know an average iceberg weighs 20 million tons
and only male fireflies can fly,
Did you know astronauts can’t burp in space,
neither can they cry.
The earth’s seas are about 2 miles deep,
and the Atlantic is saltier than the Pacific
Only 1 out of 10 parrots learn to talk,
now that’s a nifty trick.


Who created the house fly that hums in middle F,
or slugs that have 4 noses?
Who created the seas and then parted them,
for the people of Israel led by Moses?
Who created the catfish that are the only animal-
to have an odd number of whiskers?
Who created you and me, with our noses-
that can identify 10 thousand different odours?

Back in November, my Mum asked me to plan "Scout's Own" for a Cub Badge Camp at very short notice. Scout's Own is the Sunday worship/ reflective thing on a Cub or Scout camp- It can a bit like an assembly!

The conversation went something like this:

Me: [answers phone] Hi Mum! you alright?!
Mum: ...[hellos, how are yous, I'm fine, yaa-da-yahdee-yah...]
         I've been asked to lead Scout's Own this weekend.
        Can you* do it?
*[could I plan something simple for her lead?!]
Me: Oh! I'm fairly busy this week, but er.. yeah?!
        When do you need it for?
Mum: Thursday morning- we're going early!
[It was already Tuesday...
and Wednesday is the day I work til really late!!]
Me: Crumbs! Have you got any ideas?
Mum: No, Whatever you like!!
        I just need to be able to follow and lead it.
Me: [yelp!] Erm, okay?!!!

Maybe I should have said no,

Perhaps I should have insisted on a few ideas or direction,

But as a result of this, I came up with a few ideas and finally decided to focus on a verse in Acts (14: 13) which says, "God made the heaven, the earth, the sea and everything in it".

While gathering up some very cool facts from an app on my phone, I tried to work out how to bring it all together in a fun and engaging way, I never intended to write a poem, but on the Thursday morning, as I was trying to piece the different facts and ideas together, rhythm and rhyme started to flow and connect, so at the very last minute, I somehow had a poem, a quiz, some more facts and bible verses, a song (with actions) and a prayer!

This is the story of how this poem came about.

As a final thought,

Did you know, that a completely blind chameleon will still  take on the colours of it's environment!

Totally amazing! Surely proof of a Maker!

A Spoon of Grace

A child with a spoon, standing on the beach

A bit of water we’re trying to reach.

The tide comes in, the water is vast,

Come splash and enjoy, it’s here to last.

God’s love, joy and grace are never ending.

The tides may change but he never stops sending

them rolling up and down the shores.

His mercy he continually pours.

He made you to sparkle with life to the full,

to know His goodness and that He’s faithful.

He created you, He created it all

Elements and matter, waves and shore.

The story and vision goes that St. Augustine was at the sea-side, and there was a child trying to spoon the ocean into a pit in the sand he had dug out with a spoon and it is said that it was easier to spoon the ocean into the hole than it was to explain the mystery of the trinity.

Quite few years ago, I heard someone talk of a similar analogy, from a picture that I’ve tried looking for without success... again it was a child going to the ocean with a spoon. But he described it as a picture of grace, a child coming to the water with a spoon to try and collect the ocean. Grace is so much more than we deserve or could hope for ‘His grace is sufficient’; ‘His grace is enough’- not because it is rationed or we make do with what we’ve got but because it is poured out and plentiful. There is an abundance of grace, A spoon of grace is an oxymoron, paradoxical, contradictory. So don’t just try to collect a token of water, live in the fullness of it, because God is not stingy with grace.

In response to what I know of St. Augustine’s vision, theology should not be about using a spoon to fill the hole with water or take a sample in a glass jar to analyse because although you could do tests and analyse its composition, apart from the ocean it lacks life and power. Maybe it’s about delighting in him, and letting the tide roll over the hole, fill, submerge and cause it to overflow.

I wrote this at the end of August 2011, it is adapted from part of a poem I wrote for a friend, and loosely inspired by Boticelli's picture,
"the Vision of St. Augustine."