A Certain Ruler (Mustard Seeds 10)

A Certain Ruler

Luke 18:18-30. Oct. 27th, 2022

Verbatim fragments

 

This certain ruler must have been

quite excited when Jesus said,

"There is still one thing lacking."

Only one thing! After a life

of disciplined obedience

the ruler might be able

to work himself into eternal life?

 

Just that little bit of faith

is all we need? Really?

We can't manufacture even

that little bit of faith ourselves.

It’s gift, impossible for mortals

but possible for God.

The God of the impossible.

 

Jesus is rejected and killed.

Raised. It is all grace.

It is resurrection all the way through.

God doesn't meet

the little bit we have done

(the mustard seed, the one thing)

and top it up.

It's grace through and through.

More Than a Prophet (Mustard Seeds 9)

Ann Nadge, a poet I know, has distilled some of the posts from this blog into poetry. She has used my words verbatim, captured the essence of the post, and moulded it into a poet's vision. 

This poem consists of verbatim fragments from an original post on 5 December, 2020.

  

More than a Prophet

Prophets: those they come to save

are on the other side of the dividing line,

those who are condemned

have to make it

to the prophet’s side of the river.

A nice, easy division between

those in, those out, the good and the bad,

the blessed and the damned.

 

More than a prophet, Jesus stands apart-

His willingness to identify

with those he came to save;

Jesus’ death on the cross

to the point of godforsakenness;

His good news of the kingdom

more than dividing sheep and goats

was full of grace and truth.

 

We all have a bit of black and white

condemnation in us.

God is with us in our human failure,

not as a prophet, more than a prophet.

We are not those who have fallen

into despair or cynicism,

we live by hope

because it is God’s kingdom.

 

Grace is alive and well in the world.

Jesus is risen.

The Day of Resurrection (Mustard Seeds 8)

 Ann Nadge, a poet I know, has distilled some of the posts from this blog into poetry. She has used my words verbatim, captured the essence of the post, and moulded it into a poet's vision. 

This poem consists of verbatim fragments from an original post on 19 April, 2025.

 

The Day of Resurrection

The death and resurrection

of Jesus together changed everything.

Jesus died an outcast,

rejected by all, judged a sinner

and worthy of execution.

Without the resurrection,

lost to history - just one more failure,

one more criminal, one more statistic,

lost amongst the dead of history.

 

The resurrection changed this -

If the 'Jesus thing' is only

about the resurrection,

why does the risen Jesus have nail holes?

The cross and its meaning cannot

be divorced from the resurrection -

God's "Yes!“ against human sin,

the nail holes in the body of Jesus,

part of the Christian revolution,

forgiveness through repentance.

 

Jesus died out of love for us,

death initiated, ended in love.

Human failure is judged -

It is love that judges, love that saves us.

The constancy of love demands

nothing more, or less than love,

disciples of that constancy.

Reflection on Forgiveness (Mustard Seeds 7)

Ann Nadge, a poet I know, has distilled some of the posts from this blog into poetry. She has used my words verbatim, captured the essence of the post, and moulded it into a poet's vision. 

This poem consists of verbatim fragments from an original post on 13 February, 2021.

Reflection on Forgiveness.

 

As we head to forgiveness

and grow into the full stature of Christ….

Where am I in all of this?

Am I ready to 'die' to whatever

has brought me to be so offended?

Not a call to attack oneself, rather,

an invitation to self-understanding.

 

Sometimes there is a remainder -

no simple forgetting, no easy

moving on as though it 'doesn't matter'.

When understanding, empathy,

do not cover the sin, we have

entered the realm of forgiveness,

its asymmetry, not deserved,

not earned, not a reciprocal

coming down off our high horses

and meeting somewhere in the middle.

It is full of grace. 

 

Forgiveness costs us-

reconciliation where there is

human alienation, is neither easy nor cheap.

Grace is always costly. We should not

separate the two, cross and resurrection.

The forgiving victim of sin

offers forgiveness and sends disciples

to proclaim repentance, forgiveness of sins.

This is God and God's way:

complete embrace of what is not divine,

bringing reconciliation.

On God’s Love, Spiritual Discipline and the Freedom of Patience (Mustard Seeds 6)

Ann Nadge, a poet I know, has distilled some of the posts from this blog into poetry. She has used my words verbatim, captured the essence of the post, and moulded it into a poet's vision. 

This poem consists of verbatim fragments from an original post on 2 September, 2021.

On God’s Love, Spiritual Discipline  and the Freedom of Patience

There is nothing God is withholding,

waiting for us to earn.

Everything is given – what more

can there be than the love that is God?

What God has done in Jesus

and given in the Spirit

is working its way through our lives

and the whole of creation. 

 

To live into what has been bestowed

requires new habits of thought and feeling,

practising the spiritual disciplines, the sense

of the presence of God to blossom -

new habits of awareness and gratitude,

not always intense discipline,

but a freedom and patience

that waits for God in our lives,

the presence of God unveiled

now and in our past. After all,

joy can’t be manufactured

it is a gift.

The Triple Revelation of the Cross (Mustard Seeds Poetry 5)

 Poetry by Ann Nadge, inspired by the post (April 17, 2025), The Cross of Jesus: A Reflection on Love, Judgement and Obedience (Part 2).

 

“Behold humanity!". This is what 

we do to each other, and this is what 

we have made ourselves into. Our fall is revealed in the flesh 

of one of us, Jesus Christ. 

 

This is a double revelation: 

God so loved the world 

that he sent his only Son. 

In Christ God suffers and dies 

at the hands of sinners 

to show us who and what we are. 

There is a third revelation: 

In the crucified Jesus, who dies for love, 

we see our true humanity, 

distorted humanity in his wounds. 

His wounds (the price of love) 

reveal to us the love that is 

our true calling. We are invited 

to look at the cross, the revelation 

of love and our need of God's healing love, 

to be set on the path of faith. 

 

 Look and live. We see what we are 

in the broken body of Jesus; 

we see on the cross the true 

humanity to which we are called - 

A faithful humanity, obedient 

to the loving will of God 

for the sake of others.

The Resurrection of Jesus (Mustard Seeds Poetry 4)

 Ann Nadge, a poet I know, has distilled some of the posts from this blog into poetry. She has used my words verbatim, captured the essence of the post, and moulded it into a poet's vision. This is the fourth of more to be published over the course of the year.

This poem consists of verbatim fragments from an original post on 27 April, 2008.

 

 

The Resurrection of Jesus

 

The resurrection of Jesus 

is a unique event, 

without precedent in history. 

The resurrection of Jesus 

is not to be justified 

by historical precedent, 

as though to be ordered to the past 

to gain credibility. 

 

It is the other way round – 

In the Christian scheme of things 

History is ordered to the resurrected Jesus. 

The resurrection of Jesus 

is the future come to meet us. 

The resurrection of Jesus 

is God's action in breaking us out 

of the cul-de-sac of history, 

why faith in the resurrected Christ 

is liberating.

The Death of Jesus (Mustard Seeds Poetry 3)

 Ann Nadge, a poet I know, has distilled some of the posts from this blog into poetry. She has used my words verbatim, captured the essence of the post, and moulded it into a poet's vision. This is the third of more to be published over the course of the year.

This poem consists of verbatim fragments from an original post on 31 March 2021.

 

 The Death of Jesus

At the last supper Jesus gives 

a portion of bread to his betrayer- 

Is this an act of forgiveness, 

an offering of his body? 

One can't help feel the poignancy 

the moment, Jesus' world collapsing 

and he offers the bread to Judas, 

makes his way to Gethsemane. 

 

He needs his friends as his world darkens. 

They fall asleep. 

 

"Take this cup from me ..." 

The God who has been responsive, silent. 

 

Where will this end? 

On the cross, with loud crying, lament, 

"My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" 

I feel our common humanity- 

know something of anguish, suffering.

Deeper Into Sin to be Freed (Mustard Seeds Poetry 2)

 

Ann Nadge, a poet I know, has distilled some of the posts from this blog into poetry. She has used my words verbatim, captured the essence of the post, and moulded it into a poet's vision. This is the second of more to be published over the course of the year.

This poem consists of verbatim fragments from an original post on 8 April, 2022.

 

Deeper Into Sin to be Freed

During Easter we are invited 

to 'walk' the path of the saviour- 

we read the story from Gethsemane 

to tomb in dramatic form; we take 

parts other than the role of Jesus. 

We walk the road from Gethsemane 

not out of guilt, an excuse 

to self-recriminate…. 

Nor do we grovel as we walk 

a religious version of a show-trial. 

Nor is the journey chastisement 

catharsis, some kind of pagan festival. 

 

Christians walk the Via Dolorosa 

as sinners in need of a saviour, 

to get off the see-saw, 

self-recrimination, criticism of others. 

Walking the way of the cross with the saviour 

brings with it freedom, 

because we are loved, 

that's the point of the Jesus thing – 

we don't have to hide from our sin. 

We don't have to be in the centre- 

we can let God be the centre 

and receive God's love and forgiveness, 

renewal and freedom.

Lazarus (Mustard Seeds Poetry 1)

Ann Nadge, a poet I know, has distilled some of the posts from this blog into poetry. She has used my words verbatim, captured the essence of the post, and moulded it into a poet's vision. This is the first of more to be published over the course of the year.

This poem is from an original post on 28th March 2020 that was written at the beginning of COVID-19.

 Lazarus, a figure of conversion 

life of discipleship, moves 

from life to death to a life given back. 

So too, we move deeper 

into God’s love - movement 

from life to death to a life renewed 

in daily dying and rising with Christ. 

We die to the false self, in Christ 

receive a renewed sense of self. 

Imagine Lazarus smelling the roses 

after he was raised, living the gift 

of life despite the dark times. 

We too are called to smell the roses 

for we have gained our lives, 

not lost them. 

 

Whatever cross you bear 

there is a flower on your path 

just waiting to be noticed. 

Live the gift of life given back, 

live it as the gift it is.