'When Heaven and Nature sang': A Christmas poem

We enjoyed a wonderful double Christmas carol service yesterday at Redeemer Church London, welcoming hundreds of you through the doors to celebrate the birth of Jesus together.

The services began with a new poem from church member STEVE PAGE who took one of the lines from ‘Joy to the World’, the events in Bethlehem and then a reflection of the Oasis band reunion. You can read his words in full below.

We hope to see you at one of our two Christmas family services this Sunday (December 21) at 9.30am and 11.30am at the University of West London.

Merry Christmas from everyone at Redeemer!

‘WHEN HEAVEN AND NATURE SANG’

The reunion had been planned for ages. They hadn’t sung together for… Well, it was difficult to remember the last time.

They had once been a successful duo, if not the most successful. So many hits.

The brothers had sung together from their earliest days. Always in harmony. Their songs would bring tears to your eyes.

They did their own compositions, which were A-MA-ZING, and they did covers, which is where you might have come across them – old angelic classics, like ‘Hosanna In The Highest!’. Or maybe you’ll remember their version of: ‘Hallelujah! For the Lord God Almighty Reigns!’ Gives me chills just thinking about it.

Well, after their big falling out, things hadn’t been quite the same. You might still see them together occasionally but never singing. Those days seemed to have gone.

They had slowly drifted apart, and we weren’t 100% sure this reunion concert was going to go well. The younger brother was a little temperamental you see. I think he felt upstaged by his big brother. You might remember reports of his more rebellious days.

But when the King of Angels, the first born of Creation - when Jesus asked them to sing… When he said how much it would mean to him, how could they refuse?

And so, on the night the opening act was of course the Angels – not just one choir – but the biggest gathering of the citizens of Heaven since creation – all the choirs of Angels singing in exaltation, filling the sky.

And they were loud I tell you – “Glory to God in the highest! Peace on Earth!” Their voices filled the heavens. You could feel it right down to your bones.

How could anyone top that?

And as their last note faded, that’s when we saw them - Heaven and Nature walked on stage – they embraced as we were cheering. I couldn’t believe they were together once again.

I thought I was ready but man, that sound? When Heaven and Nature sang, I mean! When Heaven and Nature sang, it resonated through all creation – the fields, the hills couldn’t help but repeat the resounding joy.

It was everything we could have hoped for – the glory of God’s righteousness, the wonders of His love! They sang their hearts out and we sang along, knowing every word. Everyone coming together to let Jesus know just how much He is adored.

You know, it was like Heaven and Earth had never been apart.

And by the end of their set the applause was deafening. They of course did an encore – it had to be: ‘Joy to the World’. Brilliant!

All the way home we kept the song going – glorifying and praising God for all we had seen and heard. The Messiah – bridging the gap, heralding peace between God and humankind.

“The wonders of His love! The wonders of His love!”

I can’t wait for when Heaven and Nature worship Jesus together again for a permanent reunion.

I recommend reserving your seats early.

Meanwhile – we have the set list. And we can sing.

My Faith

We are in the midst of a preaching series based on Hebrews 11, focusing on faith, and our resident poet - Steve Page - has written a poem to go alongside the series. We hope that it blesses you and stirs your faith today.

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My faith is the certainty that gives me clarity to see
that there’s a path just beneath the current uncertainty.

My faith is a step, a one step at a time
not much of a leap, but me taking his hand with mine.
My faith is a day-by-day holding,
a minute-by-minute treading
of my boot in his footmarks left for me as a blessing.

My faith is choice that needs repeated repeating,
a daily seating at his feet,
it's not a fleeting feeling,
it’s a morning and evening both-knees kneeing.

My faith is a decision and decisions were made
to be made,
so pray,
take him at his word and take the next step,
but don’t be surprised if it involves you getting both feet wet.
Cos that is where you’ll find Jesus
at the point you find yourself out of your depth.

My faith is the certainty that gives me clarity to see
that whatever my path,
my God has gone before me.

Run and Fight

On Sundays at the moment you'll find us working our way through Paul's letter to the Corinthian church.  It's like reading a neighbour's post, but legal.  There's plenty from their life lessons for us to learn from.   1 Corinthians 9 uses the analogies of the runner and the boxer and the pictures they conjure prompted me to write an amplified version of sorts, with follows, after which is written the biblical original.

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Runners Run.
One stride at a time
One push at a time
One lap at a time

And when the climb is steep
when you feel like
you're losing ground,
then every stride,
every push, every lap
that leaves you in the race
takes you to your prize

And every time you stumble
only to regain your feet
that is a victory that is worthy
of your team captain
our captain, Jesus.

Boxers Fight.
One step at a time
One blow at a time
One round at a time

And when life throws
all it has at you,
all at one time,
then every step
every blow, every round
that leaves you in the fight
takes you to your prize

And every time you hit the canvas
only to beat the count
that is a victory that is worthy
of your champion,
our champion, Jesus.

And we will not be disqualified
from the prize.

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1 Cor 9 :24 - 27

24. Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. 25. Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last, but we do it to get a crown that will last forever. 26. Therefore I do not run like someone running aimlessly; I do not fight like a boxer beating the air. 27. No, I strike a blow to my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize. 

We're All Levites Now

At the end of January we celebrated all those that serve at Redeemer, and encouraged everyone in the family to get involved in one of our Sunday serving teams. Steve Page, our deacon for logistics, reflects on serving in his latest blog below.

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Levites in Frocks

As a young Christian, when I heard or read bible passages featuring the Priesthood or Levites serving in the temple, I immediately conjured up the image of guys in frocks, waving incense; not exactly heavy lifters or people you’d invite to a party. As a bloke in SE London it wasn’t much to aspire to.

When I learned of the ‘priesthood of all believers’ (1 Peter 2:9) and understood that all those who have joined God’s family get direct access to him and that we don’t need to rely on any human go-between, such as a priest, because of Jesus’ sacrifice, it became a core truth of the gospel for me: the temple curtain torn in two, no hidden backroom just for the elite priesthood; an “Access All Areas” salvation.

But the image of frocks and incense persisted.

The Complete Picture

That has all changed now. I know that the Levites, the tribe that Yahweh put aside to run the Tabernacle and from which priests were selected, weren’t just guys in frocks. Reading passages in Exodus, Numbers and Nehemiah, I see that the Levites were given jobs such as taking care of the Tabernacle frame and equipment (Num 3:36); they were foremen (Neh 11:16); record keepers/ accountants (Ex 38:21); musicians and singers (Neh 11:22 & 12:8); tithe collectors (Neh 10:37); security guards (Num 1:50,51); and teachers (Neh 8:7,8). The whole tribe got involved, not just those with a talent for ‘bells and smells’.

We’re All Levites Now

And so it struck me, if under the New Covenant made possible by Christ we’re all priests, here to serve God and one another and all part of one body with all a part to play, then surely it follows that we’re all Levites now. We’ve all got a role to play to ensure Sunday worship comes off without a hitch – some with a flair for taking care of equipment and some for teaching (and perhaps some for both), and all with a calling to serve one another.

We’re all Levites now, but in the 21st Century the roles have changed a little: greeters, sound desk operators, coffee servers, teachers, toddler minders, un-packers, singers & musicians, money counters, administrators, and more: bringing God’s word for one-another, praying for each other and encouraging each other.
And none of these are mutually exclusive. All priests, serving one-another; all Levites, serving in God’s house. No false humility, just a willingness to do our part.

We're the New Levites:
the early risers, the cable layers,
the coffee makers, the sound checkers.
the purple greeters with a ‘good to see-yers’,
the smiling pray-ers, the red kids’ workers.
We’re all priests, cos we’re all believers
and I’ve got news for you – we’re all Levites too
We qualify by turning up,
with willing hands and open hearts.

We're the New Levites
and the rota's open.

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Find out more about serving at Redeemer at redeemerlondon.org/serving

Love is Not Nice

On Sunday the 23rd Pete challenged us from the words in 1 John to take loving one another seriously.

Here's my paraphrase:

Love is not nice.

‘Nice’ is soft and inoffensive.
‘Nice’ is careful and non-assertive.
‘Nice’ is easy and effects no change.
She’s cotton wool trying to soften the pain,
but not stuffed tight, just resting on the surface,
ready to be blown away
or be pressed under a muddy boot of disinterest.

‘Nice’ is a damp whisper.
A mouse cowering in the corner,
hoping you will blink and miss her,
lest she attract your notice,
lest she presume too much
and cause a whisker of offence.

Love is not like that –

Love pushes in, quick and nimble:
A hero with no mask, unasked,
unexpected, dodging the turmoil,
leaving nothing unsaid and little undone
in her pursuit of creating a counter-disruption.

Love defies convention.

Love carefully aims her weapons of choice
and advances relentless and regardless
of any and all obstacles in her way.
Love perseveres all the love-long day

Love doesn’t delay.

Love is gleeful for the chance of invasion,
ready to disarm with expert compassion
with her regiments of patience,
armed to the teeth with gracious,
placing tanks of good faith on all fronts.

Love confronts.

Courage is her currency, kindness her language.
Trust and hope are her passports to lands long unexplored,
happily wearing all-weather clothing
for any and all unexpected storms

Love transforms.

Love weakens all defences
and challenges all camouflaged pretences.
Love pours itself out to fill unhealed wounds
and on shrapnel-seeded battlefields
she - blooms.

Love perfumes.

Love is not 'nice'.
Love isn’t in this for the likes.
Love bites.
She’s a take-on-all-comers, undefeated delight
Love never bails from the fight,
never fails, never takes flight.

Love is nothing casual,
nothing incidental.
This love is elemental.
She is Avengers-Assemble,
End-Game-level, monumental.

Love is not 'nice'.
Love keeps on loving at any price.

Go to 1 John, chapters 1-5 for the original.

Steve is Redeemer’s resident poet, and has been instrumental in encouraging and motivating other creative individuals at Redeemer to pursue the gifting God has placed in them! You can read his poetry HERE, or find his anthologies on Amazon.

Maranatha

On the final day of Advent - Christmas Eve, Timali has written a poem about the one whose arrival we celebrate tomorrow, and every day!

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Maranatha

He came once

but in a quiet unintrusive way

hidden in the womb of a young unassuming girl.

How he shed his resplendent glory and vacated his abode of magnanimous dominion - I know not.

But this I know, he came.

Came to the malaised Earth, 

its fractured world of broken humanity,

there he silently stole into the almost-wedded lives of an earnest and devout couple - unexpected, uninvited.

How he relinquished his power, majesty and 

incorruptible divinity - I know not.

But this I know, he did. 

Did subject himself to the trappings 

of the frail and fragile human form - the same clay vessels

that he had lovingly created and fashioned.

How he willingly diminished his status and stature to

become a vulnerable babe,  child,  man - I know not.

But this I know, he did.

Did mysteriously manifest in this earthly realm

via scandal and suspicion, the bearer of peace yet causing contention.

His humble birth bringing awe and wonder to the low and the wise,

but revealing also the sin-sick darkness in the heart of man

How he surrendered his authority and rule to become the

object of envy and ridicule - I know not.

But this I know, he did.

Did breathe our air, tread our sod and experience 

the limitations and temptations of mankind.

Yet he remained pure,

untainted

by the ravaging wages of sin.

A perfect sacrifice

a saviour born to die

the true messiah

Messiah then, messiah now, messiah yet to come

Come again to make all things new

with trumpets sounding and angelic hosts at his command.

No longer a newborn baby

but King of kings and Lord of Lords!

How he will establish righteousness and truth, administer justice 

and usher in his kingdom reign - I know not

But this I know, he will.

Then the seventh angel sounded [his trumpet]; and there were loud voices in heaven, saying,

“The kingdom (dominion, rule) of the world has become the kingdom of our Lord and of His Christ; and He will reign forever and ever.”
Revelation 11:15 (AMP)

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Timali Ebanks is a follower of Jesus, cherished wife and mother of a beloved motley crew. When she is not enthusiastically expounding on the joys of delving into literature and engaging students in copious amounts of reading and analysis, she enjoys bouts of writing and adventures of all sorts.

Poet's Corner - Psalm 139

Psalm 139 - A personal prayer

Sometimes it is helpful to take a well-known scripture and meditate on it in a very personal way. Here is Psalm 139 written in such a way:

O Lord, 

Please search me and know me.

I give you permission to know my sitting down and my standing up;

To understand my thoughts from far away.

Please understand the path of my life,

My lying down –

Indeed, all of my ways.

Lord, please purify the words on my tongue…

Before…

I speak them.

Put your hedge around me,

Lay your hand upon me.

May you overwhelm me with your wonders.

Help me understand my place in the world.

Let there be no escape for me from Your Spirit.

Don’t let me ever be out of Your Presence.

If I ascend into heaven or

Pitch into hell –

Please still be there.

Even in the early morning and at the seaside,

May your hand hold me wherever I go.

Even in the darkest night:

May your light shine on me.

Thank you that you’ve formed my inward parts,

Put me together in my mother’s womb.

Thank you.

I marvel how you put me together secretly.

Before I was born you already knew every day of my life.

Your thoughts are so precious to me, Lord!

You are so big! So wonderful!

I can’t even begin to count or explain your thoughts.

How could I ever really understand what’s on your mind?

Every morning I wake up – 

You are still with me!

Oh Lord, please get rid of wicked, evil people who don’t acknowledge You.

Please get them away from me.

They are so anti- God, so hate-filled.

They take your Name in vain.

I hate those who hate you, Lord.

I loathe them.

I hate them with perfect hatred.

Your enemies are my enemies too.

(Now back to the NKJV for the last two verses)

23 Search me, O God, and know my heart;
Try me, and know my anxieties;
24 And see if there is any wicked way in me,
And lead me in the way everlasting.

Today’s Poet’s Corner was written by Mandy Hudson, and is arranged each month by our resident poet, Steve Page.

A Disciple’s Prayer

I’m been thinking a lot about prayer recently.  This is partly prompted by the Sermon on the Mount series on Sundays [Matthew 6 contains The Disciple’s Prayer, taught by Jesus] and partly by Frank Skinner’s book - A Comedian’s Prayer Book - which explores his own imperfect conversations with God.

Saint Paul admonishes us:  “…in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God…” [Philippians 4:6] and tells us that whilst “we do not know what we ought to pray for, the Sprit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans.” [Romans 8:26]

My daughter asked for the Book of Common Prayer for Christmas, which pleased me; I have a copy and I love the poetry and depth of phrase it contains.  I also value the more off the cuff conversations I have with God – especially alongside siblings in Christ.

So what form does prayer take?  What is it really about?

Is it two life-long friends side by side in silence, walking through life?

Is it the laughter and noise of family around a dinner table?

Is it a hug held in silence, punctuated with sighs and tears?

Is it an appeal for forgiveness and reconciliation?

Is it a song sung in harmony, full of the pleasure of sound and resonance?

Is it a hand instinctively reaching out and another hand taking hold?

Is it an intense Q&A, bible open, seeking truth?

Is it a plea for clarity in an argument of confusion?

Is it a pre-prepared line, borrowed from someone more versed in articulating the unsayable?

Is it a brief and to the point message, with two ticks to show receipt and a wait for a response?

Is it all of these?

And so, I start: “Our Father…” And I repeat as often as I can.

A Muslim colleague at work asked me, how often do you pray each day?  I understood what he was asking – how devoted are you and how disciplined are you in your devotion?  The answer is complicated, as all relationships are.  I said, “sometimes only once, but often it takes all day”.  

I’m still learning about prayer, as I’m still learning to recognise my Father’s voice and to listen to what he’d saying.  And I expect that it’s a conversation that will last a lifetime.

‘Father, whether we are still learning how to voice our first words to you, or whether we have enjoyed a life-long walk with you, please teach us the language of prayer.’

Poet's Corner - L'chaim

L’chaim - To Life!

The wonderful thing about spring is that is invites us to take delight in the simplest of things: shoots of green grass, budding plants, chirping birds, bluer skies and glorious sunlight.

For some strange reason it evokes a childhood memory of singing loudly in assemblies - the hymn, ‘All things bright and beautiful’- a song of praise about everything God has created. But how often, I wonder, do we stop to consider that we, not the heavens or the plants or the animals are the masterpiece of God’s creation? In the midst of this spectacularly breathtaking universe, he has chosen to reflect his image and likeness in us mortals. In Psalm 8 David exclaims:

When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers,
The moon and the stars, which You have ordained,
4 What is man that You are mindful of him,
And the son of man that You visit him?
5 For You have made him a little lower than the angels,
And You have crowned him with glory and honor.
6 You have made him to have dominion over the works of Your hands;
You have put all things under his feet,
7 All sheep and oxen—
Even the beasts of the field,
8 The birds of the air,
And the fish of the sea
That pass through the paths of the seas.
9 O Lord, our Lord,
How excellent is Your name in all the earth!

This seems all the more miraculous when we reflect on the fact that God formed, fashioned and breathed life into us. Then again when we cut ourselves off from that life, that he himself restored it through Christ’s atonement so that our spirits could be born again! Yet he didn’t stop there, again he sent his Spirit to reside in us and we are now able to be continually filled with his Spirit! 

Sacrum Vitae

Blessed be your never-ending fount
that springs eternal.
The source of all life 
that breathes
and pours
and floods
thrice given and thrice received
from Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
Yahweh, El Elyon, Almighty God
what have we done that you love us so
and grant with such bountiful liberty your very essence
again and 
again
and again,
so that this life you give
eclipses all we can imagine, 
or sense or see.
We, being only finite earthen vessels
found worthy of bearing your resplendent glory!
Divinity in perpetuity imprinted on
the souls of men
Wellspring of life
bubbling, 
gushing
flowing
source of everlasting regeneration.
Blessed be your never- ending fount
 that springs eternal.

Dear friends, the joyous truth is that we do not need to wait for the season of Spring every year for life anew to spring forth, for there is yet a well of life within that never runs dry!

Today’s Poet’s Corner was written by Timali Ebanks, and is arranged each month by our resident poet, Steve Page.

Poet's Corner - A New Song

There are times when I feel like, and find myself, singing. But less so in lockdown in my household of one (unless I have the radio on).

One of the highlights of the past few months was sitting at home, on Zoom, in a meet up walking through Ephesians together with friends. We were invited to come with songs and hymns and songs from the Spirit, reflecting Paul's encouragement:

"... be filled with the Spirit, speaking to one another with psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit. Sing and make music from your heart to the Lord, always giving thanks to God the Father for everything, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ."
Ephesians 5:18-20

What followed was the joy of joined voices giving thanks, using songs we knew from our past walk with Christ. I sang those songs well after the Zoom call closed.

Songs for New Seasons

I find that new experiences also spark new songs, and I love the new songs we hear on a Sunday and through YouTube links we've been sent. God does something new in us during every new season, and this season is no different.

Some of these songs have tunes, some do not. Some are upbeat, some are not. However each song is true, because it's born from a true experience in God's presence.

I encourage you to sing spirit-penned songs, both old and new. Some will only be heard by you and the Lord in your shower, while some can be shared with family and friends. But we're all called to sing.

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A New Song

Oh Lord, grant me a new song.
A start-again-afresh-with-no-regrets song.
One with a bridge to new accord,
a song with which I can get on board.
Something that strikes a stronger chord
with those, who like me,
long to be fully factory restored.

A song with a fresher melody
(and I definitely need a different harmony),
something that's part of a wider symphony
maybe with an occasional solo part
for me.

A song that I get to sing with gusto,
maybe to a slightly quicker tempo,
a step up from my imposed Adagio,
closer to a brisker Allegretto.

Oh Lord, you see me.
You see that I long to sing.

Lord, please wipe me clean
and write a new song in me.

Amen.

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Poet’s Corner is arranged each month by our resident poet, Steve Page. In addition to being a poet, Steve is a deacon at Redeemer, a true friend, a trusted advisor, and a giver of great hugs. You can find more of his poetry at hellopoetry.com and follow him on Instagram.

#RedeemerRecommends - Faith Locked Down

Over the course of lockdown there has been a wealth of content produced by the incredible creative individuals here at Redeemer (though the blog took a bit of a summer break!) As we look forward to returning to physical services again, we thought we would restart the blog with a home grown edition of #RedeemerRecommends, and point you towards some of the inspiring and challenging pieces of writing produced by the Redeemer Creatives over the past six months.

These Psalms, Prayers, Poems, Posts and Portraits tell the story of how some of our closest friends and family have processed the events of 2020 so far through the written word, I hope that as you read them you are inspired, challenged and comforted, but most of all I hope your faith is stirred, and your eyes are drawn not towards the mountains you may face, but to the one who can move them.

Some of the co-authors of the book have recorded audio versions of their written pieces, you can find them on the Redeemer Youtube channel, or by following the link below.

I’ll leave the final word to our senior pastor, Pete Cornford…

“During these difficult and uncertain times these believers have fought for faith and we get to walk the path behind them. Raw, honest and real; let their encounters ignite and fan your faith!”

The true vine and the true fruit

I started writing a poem about the fruit of the spirit and it ended up being more about wine.  So, this a kind of bridge between two series of Sunday morning messages.  We’ve just concluded the series looking at the ‘I am’ saying of Jesus captured in the gospel of John, culminating with ‘I am the true vine’ and we’re about to spend some time with the Fruit of the Spirit listed in Galatians 5.

Jesus said 

‘I am the true vine and my Father is the gardener. … I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing…”

Paul writes in his letter to the Galatians that the fruit of the Spirit of God is 

“… love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.”

That list captures the character of Jesus – which makes sense as it’s the Spirit of God (Jesus) that we’re talking about here. So here’s a foretaste (see what I did there?) of the next few weeks in Galatians and a reflection on Jesus as the vine.  

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True Fruit

Fruit goes off.It gets mushy and smelly, losing its colour and beauty - losing its taste,
eventually drying out,losing all resemblance of what it once was,only good for waste.
But fruit nurtured by a master grower,a seasoned gardener,fruit watched, pruned and watered til ripe and at its peak,this fruit is harvested, fermented,blended til building to a fuller physique,brought to full maturity til ready for the tableand for the banquet where no one's poorand no-one is able to maintain a semblance of meek.
The gardener and the wine maker,sitting at the top seats both smile their blessing.And the table branches out
giving room enough for the whole family gathering.

And the feast to end all feasts begins.

Steve Page

I Do

This Sunday we celebrated marriages in the church and heard a fantastic testimony from Chris and Tricia, a couple at Redeemer who have been married for over 50 years! We were also blessed by a visit from our resident poet Steve Page, whose poem - I Do - is below.

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Rather than offer my own advice to my son and his bride on their wedding day, I asked various Christian couples who have a few years of marriage behind them to offer their thoughts on the ingredients of a successful marriage.  And I then sought to weave them together.  So this poem is the fruit of around 250 years of marriage.

It’s called – “I Do”

Ignore the lyrics:

You can't pursue love.
You don't find love.
Love's not a thing to be kept or had;

it's a doing word that you both have to work at.

Love is a language expressed in deeds
and so clear expression of your love best succeeds when you
both discover what the other most dearly needs.

So spend time planting daily deeds of love, every one of them a fragile seed.

Continue to listen day and night
and learn what each other prefers and what you both like.
And then, when you get it right
you'll be answered by a unmistakable light in their wide
glistening eyes.

Do it on a date.
Do it with your mates.
Do it when you're tired and it's heavy eyed late.
Do it in the everyday mundane way
you pair your own socks
and clear away last night's takeaway.

Laugh often and have fun
especially when you feel life has you on the run
and be sure to surprise each other both regularly and often
Maybe even invest in a pair of water guns.

Share the fragile thoughts
you find at the forefront of your mind.
Reveal your vulnerability,
the hurt you feel when life's been unkind.

And in response to that revealed insecurity, ensure you tread carefully 
until you see the healing that comes from interlacing lovingly.

Speak your love every day.
Articulate it come what may.
And that way you'll ensure that it stays
at the forefront of each of your todays,
on the tip of your tongues
so when you inevitably take a step wrong
you'll both recall why you're together
and why it's worth the endeavour
that it takes to push through that unexpected foul weather.

Love one another through that gale
and sail on to meet the adventure
that's yours to discover:
Through the miles of your wherevers,
for the duration of your whenevers,
strong enough for your whatevers,
standing together,
forever relentlessly loving each other.

So may the Lord of your tomorrows bless you together.
May the Lord keep you smiling whatever.
May his face shine on you in all kinds of weather.
And may He give you peace
that will never cease
to give you pause to thank Him for his grace
forever.

And all the assembled people said

AMEN.

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We also heard about some other great resources on Sunday, which we hope will bless you if you as a married person during this time.

The first is Tim & Kathy Keller’s book - The Meaning of Marriage.
”In The Meaning of Marriage, Timothy Keller, along with Kathy, his wife of thirty-six years, draws a profound portrait of marriage from the pages of Scripture that neither idealizes nor rejects the institution but points us back to the relationship between God and man. The result is a vision for marriage that is refreshingly frank and unsentimental, yet hopeful and beautiful. This book is for anyone from singles, to couples considering marriage, to those who have been married recently or for a long time.”

The second is an app - available for Apple and Android devices - Toucan is designed for couples, and includes various tools to help you to build your relationship.

The third thing we recommend is the HTB marriage course. Designed and run by Holy Trinity Brompton (A church here in London), The Marriage Course is a series of seven sessions, designed to help couples invest in their relationship and build a strong marriage.

Just as He Said

This Easter Sunday was different to many past Easter Sunday’s at Redeemer, but we did still get the blessing of hearing something from our resident poet - Steve Page. In case you missed it, or if you just want to read and enjoy the powerful truth again, it’s below.

P.S. I know it’s Tuesday now, but he’s still risen. Isn’t it great?!

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"Didn't He tell you
Wasn't it clear
Did you not realise
Did you not hear?
He is now risen
He is not here
He's gone on ahead
Please hold back your tears.
We won't need your spices
Don't look so amazed
Go tell everybody
His body's been raised."
So shocked and bewildered
They left the cold tomb
And ran to the others
Who hid in a room,
"Jesus has risen
He's body's not there
Let's go now and meet him
In Galilee where
He'll explain it all to us
Make clear what He said
Please don't look so worried
No need to be scared.
Jesus has risen
I tell you it's true
Let's go now and meet Him
Let's start life renewed."

Written by Steve Page

A Bruised Reed Walking

As you will no doubt be aware, the recent covid-19 outbreak has changed everyone’s lives to a greater and a lesser extent. As a church we know that many members of our family will be self-isolating, working from home, or practicing social distancing over the coming weeks. We are hoping that through a series of blogs we can encourage you, and others who might be reading these blogs, to fix your eyes on Jesus, and respond to the crisis in a way which honours his will for our lives.

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Father, I need a break -
I step outside to clear my head.
the cold wind grips me, and I shiver
quickening my step, I feel it push back
it is a spring evening, normally streets are busy, but there is not a car in sight
few busses pass by, fewer passengers inside
people rush in and out of a 7/11 shop
I hear arguing in houses and on streets
the atmosphere is tense
our neighbourhood still has empty newbuilds
but it's in the middle of two estates,
I love this part of town, its people, its flavours, normally teaming with life
I walk past an elderly lady, carefully measuring her steps
a man hurries past, face covered deep under a hoodie
together we fight an invisible enemy
we help each other by keeping a distance

Lord, how is life going to continue?
Rumours spreading on social media
Fear creeping into feeds
Fact and fiction mingling, people keep sharing
Worries fill my mind

Then I turn a corner, what I see takes my breath away
out of nothing, a beautiful evening sky appears
orange, pink and purple light on fluffy clouds
it is marvellous, "I made heaven and earth" a voice pops into my consciousness
Thank you, God

I cross the road and notice sounds are softer near the canal
Instead of barking dogs and arguments, birds sing their eve songs
Cherry blossoms, strangely bright in this light
"Peace, I give you" the still little voice continues
I breathe in deeply, the wind tastes fresh
Warmth is spreading through my body as my muscles move
A tree boasts tender shoots on every branch
"I promise, there will be better days"
As nature holds its breath during winter, we too hold our breath
This spring seems to be delaying its relief
But we are invited to breathe freely, keep a clear head.
"Am I not in charge?" God's voice asks quietly
Crises come and go, people seem to forget
"Nothing new under the sun"
"Be courageous and strong. Do not be afraid"

These are exceptional times, but people tend to be the same
The ones who take more than they need, have always done so
Affluence and greed, another more subtle pandemic
Others serve their communities, and have always done so,

A less appreciated contagion
On a daily televised government status update, the Chancellor said, "We will remember how we took care of each other"
Coronavirus is a chance
What is my priority, my personal comfort or the public good?
"What you have done to the least of these, you did to me"
Jesus cares about our behaviour towards those in need, 
he identifies with them, he IS them.

As the sky loses its evening spectacle glow,
I head back home with a clearer vision for our community.
Covid 19 or not, “A bruised reed he will not break,
and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out.
In faithfulness he will bring forth justice” 
Isaiah 42:3

A Greater Lent

A week ago Shrove Tuesday marked the beginning of lent, and as we look forward to Easter here at Redeemer we’ll be publishing a series of blogs produced by Redeemer Creatives, the first of which comes courtesy of our resident poet, Steve Page.

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A Greater Lent

Lord, save me from empty lent abstinence 
Protect me from light hearted choco-resistance 
And stir in me a longer lasting adherence 
A dig down deeper resonance 
That falls in step with your insistence 
to follow a path of greater resilience.

Lord, save me from a temporary temperance 
And lend me your eternal Spirit of endurance 
That I might take this lent as a growth accelerant 
And so come to stand a little closer
to your post-Easter presence.

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us,  fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.

Hebrews 12:1-3

#RedeemerRecommends - Not Too Poetry

If you’re a regular reader of the Redeemer Blog, or you are part of the Redeemer family that meet together on a Sunday, then you will no doubt be aware of the talents of our resident poet - Steve Page!

It is with great excitement that I get to present to you this week’s #RedeemerRecommends, which features Steve’s second published poetry anthology!

Following on from his first book, ‘Not Too Big to Weep’, Steve’s second book is entitled ‘Not Too Old to Dance’.

Steve’s poems speak about and draw inspiration from his faith, his life in London, and his vast imagination. The book is split into sections, each described as having a slightly different ‘mood’, whether that be observing, writing, or dancing! Some of the poems will be familiar to readers of this blog, but I would encourage you (as Pete Cornford does in the foreword) to grab a coffee, dive in, and discover the joy, laughter, sorrow, excitement, and many more emotions hidden within the pages of this book.

Steve, you are such a blessing, and we thank you for sharing your gifting with us!

Redeemer Live!!

Here at Redeemer we love music, and we are blessed to have many talented musicians, songwriters and poets amongst us! This Thursday there is a chance to see some of these gifted individuals in action, at Redeemer Live!

Redeemer Live is a live music and poetry event which is taking place at The Grange Pub in Ealing, at 7:30 this Thursday the 26th of September. The whole evening is a launch event for our next Alpha course, which will be running this term on Wednesday evenings at Osteria del Portico, and starts on the 2nd of October.

This is a fantastic opportunity to invite friends who might be interested in the Christian faith, who have questions about what Christians believe, or simply enjoy live music! There will be an opportunity on Thursday evening to sign up for the course, and to chat to those who will be leading it this term. 

We would love to see you on Thursday evening, bring your friends, have fun, and enjoy some great music and poetry.

And when you B.L.E.S.S....

Last week Steve Page shared a poem with us which reflected on how we read scripture, and he has followed that up with another encouragement, inspired by Pete’s message last Sunday ‘Disciples of Jesus BLESS’.

We hope you are inspired and challenged. How can you step out and bless someone this week?

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And when you BLESS
Be prayerful,
careful to be mindful
that God's presence is vital
if actions are to be blessful.

And when you bless
Listen,
just stopping and sitting
signals that you're willing
to be hearing
while your tongue stays stilling.

And when you bless
Eat,
yes feast over several courses,
invest is slower morsels,
be someone who pauses
to hear other people's stories.

And when you bless
Serve,
and not just in church,
but with imaginative verve
serve all of your neighbours
even those who are homeless.

And when you bless
Share,
yes dare to bare
a little of your story,
more of the messy history
that brought you here.

And, less you think
that you might have impressed,
be mindful that
we all put on our pants
one leg at a time
when we're each getting dressed, yes
we all equally need
God's ever forgiving kiss
so with no eye on who's looking
- just BLESS.

And when you read....

Last Sunday we heard from Ted Sinn, the driving force behind the CBR Journal, about the value and the importance of reading scripture. This was as part of our current preaching series - ‘Follow Me’ which looks at how we live our lives as disciples of Jesus.

Our resident poet, Steve Page, wrote a poem back in 2018 which focuses on the same subject…

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And when you read
Don't rush -
Theres no need to read
with undue speed.

And when you read
Start with a suckle -
Work up to a nibble -
Until you can gnaw without a dribble.
I encourage you
Get down to the marrow
Like there's no tomorrow.
Savour each word
As food for your soul
And live as a model
As to how to live whole.

And when you read
Apply your mind daily,
Apply each word liberally
(especially to those out of the way
hard to reach places).

And when you read
Study
Sometimes with a buddy
But, study.
This is no hobby,
You can't afford to get sloppy.
It's as crucial for the soul
As five a day for the body
So study.

And when you read
Treat each word
Like a tutor;
It can teach you
How to live shrewder.

And when you read
Sustain it like a seed,
Ensure you pay heed
Cos it will never mislead.

And when you read
Do it to a plan,
Always with intent
And be sure
To finish as you began.

And when you read
Commit to it daily,
Commit it to memory
To avoid thinking lazily.

And when you read
Do it while a commuter
Do it on a computer
Do it with a kindle
Do it with audio
Do it with a paperback
Do it with a hard back
Do it from front to back.
However you develop the knack
Don't let yourself slack;
This Word is no throw back,
It will keep you on track.
So just read.

All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness,

2 Timothy 3:16