It’s just me

This week I am alone in the field. Lauralea is off to Winnipeg to hang out with our daughter and her twin sons, so I am holding down the fort.

And it’s good.

It’s me out here and it’s the Lord. Other people may come and go but this week it’s just the two of us. And I’m enjoying it. 

We hang out we share life together. I tell him things and he shows me things. And it’s quite lovely.

I’ve taken the last couple of days for fasting. And when I do that, I always am closer to him, and his voice gets clearer, without interruption. And so we walk and we talk first thing in the morning, maybe a bit in the afternoon, and then in the evening before bed. He and I just walk and talk.

I will usually fit a nap or two in throughout the day, because when I’m not eating, I get tired quickly. 

This week is busy already, and I will be glad for the time I had with him at the beginning. There are many needs out there, people looking for a way forward. My point is always that they can have a life, with God, and it’s all the life they could ever handle or want to handle. And as Jesus did we respect their pain and the fact that we are all just humans struggling towards eternity. But yes, there will be plenty of opportunity to do that this week.

The farmers look like they’re just about all done with harvest, amazingly. And just as if it was perfectly timed, some rain starts to fall tonight. It hasn’t rained in over a month, and it’s taken a good month of beautiful days to get the harvest off.  As I say, it’s amazing how that works. 

Anyway, tonight I might treat myself to Sunday Night Football.

You take care of one another out there.

Thoughts on Nine Eleven

Today I watched, or more truthfully, I listened to the talk that Billy Graham gave just three days after 911 happened.  It was in the service in Washington, which America have been called to prayer by the serving president, George Bush. 

His words reminded me of how people had responded to the tragedy back in that day.

People were going to church, to pray, and to look for comfort. People were asking real legitimate questions. 

(I have friends who worked in those buildings on that day, but the tragedy made them think twice about how they were living their lives. One friend of mine redirected her life completely, and is now involved in good ministry.)

The church attendance was noticeably up, and I remember that many of us as pastors were asking "Is this the turnaround that the world needed?"

We were deeply saddened, but it was a flicker of hope there, people returning back to God.  At least for a time.  

Billy's words reminded me of the feelings of that season of my life. Hopeful that God would be able to get through to peoples hearts. That people might actually finally be open to listening. 

While it may have affected some people, certainly those with friends and family involved. Yet the rest of the world seemed to move on. And the attendance blip in our churches went back to a flat line again.  

I honestly don't know what it takes to get through to this world these days. 

But some days I do fear that we are going to find out.  

Some thoughts on a beautiful day

It’s a beautiful day today for a funeral. Or more specifically for a memorial service.

One of our elderly ladies who has been a part of Malmo for 60, 70 or 80 years, passed away in June. And today is the day we will gather to lay her physical remains to rest. That which we saw with our eyes, heard with our ears, and touched with our hands.

She, her essence her spirit has gone on to be with God in His glory. That was his promise to her and his promise to each of his children.


It has been interesting to observe the traditions around death and burial over my past 40 years plus of ministry.

It used to be when the loved one passed away, that a service would be structured and carried out within 5 to 7 days of their passing. That would mean that some of their plans were limited. That maybe not all the family could be there for the funeral.

It also meant that the service would be much simpler than it has become. The food afterwards, a simple affair.

But it has become much more about convenience. When the loved one dies, they are cremated, which then opens things up widely for a service date anytime in the calendar.

There’s time to plan a very ornate service, with high production values. With music and videos, and wonderful facilities and full meals.

And the family and friends can then gather whenever they like for that event.

I understand some of that. But what it’s done is begun to put pressure on simpler funeral services. There’s now an expectation of quality, in music and leadership. There’s an expectation of live streaming the service around the world. There’s an expectation of catering the meal with quality foods because, the loved one deserves the best. And on and on it goes.

The complexity of it increases dramatically, and then of course the expectation does too. So that today, people with financial restraints, sometimes will feel guilty about what they can and cannot provide for their loved one.

I prefer the simple services, that focus on gratitude and worship of God for his work in the life and through the life of his loved one. A simple but heartfelt service, and simple refreshments.

Things are always in flux as time goes on. And it will probably self correct as money and resources become more scarce.

Anyway, this is my work for today.

Blessings all.