Pilgrim

A couple of years ago I wrote a contemporary version of Psalm 23 when I was helping at a youth Alpha day; it went something like this. The Lord is my saviour, I shall not hide he saves me from my nightmares, my self doubt, my anxiety. From demons in the night, from destruction of anger, mistrust and fear. He is the restorer of my soul He guides me through the darkness of my mind. Even though I still get scared, even though I sometimes find it hard to pray. He provides me with all I need. He sends Angels to walk by my side and fills me with his Spirit. I fear no evil when God is with me, holding me in his arms, surrounding me with his love. Surely I will rest in the wings of the Lord, my saviour all the days of my life. Whilst it is OK, one of the main failings as far as I can tell is that it is very “me” focused”.   And that says a lot about my criticism of a lot of Christian teaching and worship today.   We are often told that Jesus died on the cross ...

LIGHT A light shines deep within me. You cannot see it, I wish you could. Silently amidst the roar It comforts and consoles; Convicts and corrects. A bright light surrounds me You cannot see it, I wish you could. Guiding me on the path Seeking, sanctifying; Protecting, projecting. What is this light? You cannot see it, I wish you would. A morning star, bright new dawn! A spirit of resurrection. You know who! This is the light. The light in the life of all. The whisperer of God Comforter, Paraclete; The Holy Spirit of God Let me take you back 2000 years to the upper room, the same room that only a few days before the friends has shared a supper.   Imagine you are one of the followers in the room and listen to the voice of one of these. I’m Myriam; I come from a town you will know as Magdala.   You’ll know me as Mary Magdalene.   I’m one of the Rabbi’s followers, and I can’t begin to tell you about how much emotion...