Wednesday, May 13, 2026

“If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget how to play the harp.” (Psalm 137:5, New Living Translation)

            “On the count of three; we will forget all about this. One. Two. Three.”

This is how the flock of sheep in the marvellous, poignant movie, The Sheep Detectives, deal with calamity, with those things that are unpleasant, hurtful and troubling. They have the ability simply to wipe it all out of their minds and continue to live in their supposedly idyllic world under the care of their good shepherd, George They have forgotten all about pain, suffering and death.  Their world is simply and wonderfully confined to their green pastures and the tender loving care of the shepherd. Even when their shepherd is murdered, their first inclination is to count to three and forget all about him and his death. But the lead ram stops them and reminds them how important it is to remember always the one who had thoughtfully named each one of them and had constantly cared and tended for them.  George shouldn’t be forgotten even though he was gone. He had a place in their hearts.

But it is tempting to envy the sheep’s ability to forget pain and death. We have never been able to explain adequately why there is suffering in our lives or why God allows bad things it happen to us. We do know that we go through fire, wind and storm. We are grieved by and suffer through the loss of loved ones. We suffer setbacks and losses. We make terrible choices and mistakes. We know sickness and disease. We look at the world and shudder at its state of affairs. Wouldn’t it be pleasant, sometimes, to count to three and forget all about the past?

There is one sheep in the movie who can’t ever forget like the others. He remembers everything, both the good and the bad. When the heroine sheep, Lily, realizes this, she asks him how he can possibly bear it. He replies that it is all the good things that he remembers which helps him, like remembering his mother’s face.  He held onto these memories in gratitude and love. The memories didn’t change the world one bit but it sustained him. They helped him survive and thrive.

Do we really want to forget those whom we have loved and have been part of our lives? Do we really want to forget those times when we life made us happy, joyful, content? Do we really want to forget those deeply satisfying times in our lives when life was full and abundant? Because if we forget all about the bad times, we will forget all about the good times with the people who mattered the most.

Like Jesus said, we have sadness in this world but our tears will turn to joy. “So you have sorrow now, but I will see you again; then you will rejoice, and no one can rob you of that joy.” (John  16:22) Memories are a powerful source of love, joy, hope, energy, strength and nurture.  They remind us of what is important and who matters. Our memories lead us into  a future that may never be perfect (on this world anyway) but a world made better because of the people we loved and who loved us.

The Sheep Detectives has Psalm 23 written all over it, although I doubt that was the inspiration for the movie. “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.”  These words remind us of the continuous loving presence of God for each of us. Even when they murdered our Good Shepherd, we were not abandoned. “Even when I walk through the darkest valley, I will not be afraid, for you are close beside me. Your rod and your staff protect and comfort me.” These are words which I never want to forget. Thankfully God remembers us in our afflictions, trials and hurts. “He made us, and we are his. We are his people, the sheep of his pasture.” (Psalm 100; 3)

The Psalmist, King David himself perhaps, says that forgetting the wonders of God’s Presence would be like cutting off the music. He’d rather not be ale to play the harp than forget the beauty and grace that God gives.  Let us continually remember and not forget the ongoing, ever-present Love of God. Let us never forget those who have shared that love with us. Yes, it hurts sometimes, but the joy far surpasses the sorrow we experience.

Now, on the count of three. One. Two, Three.  Remember!

 

Prayer:

Ou Loving Shepherd, may we never forget the Love that you have for each and every one of us. May we cherish the memories of the people who have shared and enriched our lives. Grant that we will always recall all the beauty, grace, joy, wonder, generosity that have filled our lives each and every day. Help us when sorrows, struggles and pain try to overwhelm us. Help us to trust in your Compassion and Love, now and forever. In Jesus’ name. Ame

Wednesday, May 6, 2026

“We were filled with laughter, and we sang for joy. And the other nations said, “What amazing things the Lord has done for them.” (Psalm  126:2, New Living Translation)

                I will confess that I did not listen to the podcast but the title intrigued me: “We need to add laughter to our to-do lists.” That was enough to send me scurrying through the Bible to find references to “laughter”. Admittedly, there are not many but the writer of Ecclesiastes affirms that there is both a time to cry and a time to laugh. (Ecclesiastes 3: 4) There is mockery, even by God of the unrighteous; there is taunting by Jesus’ critics; there is scoffing; but the sheer joy and glee of a healthy laughter, with only a few notable exceptions, are seldom found. Perhaps, the Bible takes the broken world so seriously that the sound of gracious laughter is infrequently heard.

                But if there ever was a time for some laughter, we could use it these days. The world is in rough enough  shape to make us cry. We mourn for the lack of civility, peace, compassion, tolerance, mercy and justice.  Statesmen-style leadership is in tatters. Wars wage. Hunger strikes. Poverty prevails. Do I need to go on? What is there to laugh about? “Let there be tears for what you have done. Let there be sorrow and deep grief. Let there be sadness instead of laughter, and gloom instead of joy.” (James 4:9)

                But, perhaps, we need to consider that laughter is a wonderful remedy for the condition of this world of ours. “Pick out a pleasant outlook; Stick out that noble chin; Wipe off that "full of doubt" look Slap on a happy grin!” Sounds Pollyannish, doesn’t it?  Holy laughter doesn’t pretend the world is always a happy place. But sacred laughter does lift our spirits towards God’s goodness so that we take delight in his provisions and grace.  Laughter takes us beyond the world’s miseries and reminds us that God is always at work in our world even if and when we doubt it. Joy and laughter are intrinsically linked together. “The joy of the Lord is your strength!” (Nehemiah 8:10)

                I cannot help but think of the Biblical story of Abraham and Sarah for whom God promised a son even though they are both very, very old.  Both of them laughed out loud at the mere thought of such a  thing. “How could a worn-out woman like me enjoy such pleasure, especially when my master—my husband—is also so old?” (Genesis 18:12) But God had the last laugh. They did have a son, Isaac, the forbear of the Israelite nation. Sarah joins in God’s “joke”: “God has brought me laughter. All who hear about this will laugh with me.” (Genesis 21:6)

                And there it is really. We need to embrace the holy laughter of God. We need to allow ourselves the freedom to revel in his good Creation, his Love, his satisfaction when we do well by God.  We need to smile in the little joys of life. We need to appreciate the serendipitous, the whimsical, the silliness, the often ridiculous, even the nonsensical, the surprising, the exceptional, the  preposterous  because God can speak and act through these things and lift our spirits and bring us into his Holy Presence with thanksgiving and joy: “Taste and see that the Lord is good. Oh, the joys of those who take refuge in him!” (Psalm 34:8)

                Our sacred laughter is a sign that we haven’t given up on God, each other, ourselves or the world in which we live. We know the “punchline.”  God will have the last Great Laugh as he puts the world back in order. “So you have sorrow now, but I will see you again; then you will rejoice, and no one can rob you of that joy. At that time you won’t need to ask me for anything. I tell you the truth, you will ask the Father directly, and he will grant your request because you use my name. You haven’t done this before. Ask, using my name, and you will receive, and you will have abundant joy.” (John 16: 22 -24)

                Our sacred laughter doesn’t mean that we don’t take things seriously. But it helps us to keep the world in perspective. It offers us a healthier alternative to despair, fear and the chaos around us. It leads us to free ourselves from the captivity of the powers and principalities that would enslave us in their humourless, dreadful, morose reality. Sacred laughter encourages us to see the world in the Light of Jesus Christ, to enjoy the true and authentic things of God, and to let the Holy Spirit engage us with the mind of both God and Jesus.

                Perhaps, this is a lot of stuffy theology out of just a title of a podcast to add laughter to our to-do lists.  But simply put, find a reason to smile to today.  Have a chuckle or two. Enjoy the day or someone you are with.  Laugh at what is absurd. (Heaven knows you’ll find enough of it.) Give some  much-needed space for some joy to seep into your life. Pass it on. “Yes, you should rejoice, and I will share your joy.” (Philippians 2:18)

 Prayer.

Our Loving God, forgive us our gloomy outlook at the state of your world. We have lost our perspective that you are graciously at work even despite all that is broken and lost. Grant us an increased faith that will rediscover   the joy of your Creative Love. Help us to enjoy the important things that truly matter in our lives. Lift our spirits into the sacred realm of your laughter and joy. In Jesus’ name, amen.

Wednesday, April 29, 2026

“And while he was still a long way off, his father saw him coming. Filled with love and compassion, he ran to his son, embraced him, and kissed him.” (Luke 15:20, New Living Translation)

                “Can you think of a positive, caring person in your life who might help you out?”

                This question is leading a youth shelter in St. Catharines to help homeless and/or addicted youth, often with mental health issues as well, to do more than just hunker down at the shelter. It is opening doors (almost literally) so that these lost youth break the cycle of their life-shattering difficulties.

The article illustrates what happened with one youth. The case manager asked this young man if there was a caring, positive person in his life who might help him out. It turns out that he thought of his father and gave the case worker permission to get in touch with him. The father said he didn’t know whether his son was dead or alive. “But I want him home.” The young man, with promises that he would take and stay on his medication, went to live with his father that very day. The story reports that now, a few years later, the son is still living at home and doing well.

This has the Parable of the Prodigal Son written all over it.  The Prodigal’s story is very contemporary in many ways. A young man leaves home and falls into a harmful, wasteful life-style. He is broke, homeless, hungry, far away from home, living poorly off the streets, snatching food where he can even if it is only fit for pigs.

Then a remarkable thing began to take place. He came to his senses. There was a rare moment of clarity and self-awareness, that his life was a living hell. That is when he thought of home and more importantly, he remembered his father, a positive, caring person in his life who might just help him out. In hopeful  contrition and humility, he seeks to return home, unsure what his father would say or do. But we learn that the father has been watching the road all the while, waiting, hoping, longing, “But I want him home,” we might hear him saying to people who are asking him why bother, why waste his time.  The father sees his son and picking up the hem of his robe so he could ruin more easily, sandals flapping on the dirt road, the father rushes up to his son and embraces him and welcomes him home gladly and throws a party to celebrate his return, “for this son of mine was dead and has now returned to life. He was lost, but now he is found.” (15: 24)

It is this story which reverberates through the youth shelter’s story.

Both stories remind us how critical it is to have someone in our corner, someone who loves us unconditionally, someone who has our well-being at heart, someone who forgives and forgets. Robert Frost said it well: “Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.” But it is more than an obligation, a duty or a burden. It is the free, gracious, unreserved response of someone who sees through the pig slop and throws their arms around us.

The parable invites us to see God in that way, as our heavenly Father, Abba,  who is eager to welcome us back into his loving arms, no matter what. God forgives, pardons, saves and is eager to bless our reunions with him. “Praise the Lord; praise God our savior! For each day he carries us in his arms.” (Psalm 68:19) God does not forget us, nor abandon us to our messes, nor shun us when we go bad, nor give up hope for us, “for the Lord God, my God, is with you. He will not fail you or forsake you.” (1 Chronicles 28:20)

Both stories also remind us that there may be people in our lives who seem lost to us, friends or family, ones who have fallen by the wayside of our influence and love. Are we prepared to be patient with them, welcoming them back, forgiving them, being open-armed, open-hearted and unfalteringly be a beacon of hope and light for them?

Both stories also remind us that if we are the ones who ever need love, care, and a positive influence, we who are on the outside looking hungrily around for acceptance and inclusion, that we look for those positive influences who see beyond our faults, weaknesses, and mistakes and help us return to family, fellowship and community.

            Come home, come home
            You who are weary, come home
            Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling
            Calling, O sinner, come home.

 Prayer:

Ou loving heavenly Father, help us to seek your Presence no matter how far we ourselves have lost our way. We pray for those who have fallen and can’t get up that you bring them to their senses so that they will run back into your ever-open arms. Help us to be as forgiving and open-hearted with others as you are with us.  Thank you for a Love that has our welfare and well-being at the very core of y9our Grace. In Jesus’ name, amen.

 

Wednesday, April 22, 2026

“Or imagine a woman who has ten coins and loses one. Won’t she light a lamp and scour the house, looking in every nook and cranny until she finds it? And when she finds it you can be sure she’ll call her friends and neighbors: ‘Celebrate with me! I found my lost coin!’ Count on it—that’s the kind of party God’s angels throw every time one lost soul turns to God.” (Luke 15: 8 – 10, The Message Bible)

              Yesterday, I had one fleeting moment of panic and distress.  I thought I had lost the last piece of my 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle. I had all the other 999, but the last piece was missing. The picture would be forever incomplete if I couldn’t find that one, missing piece. I had spent hours and hours in putting together this very difficult and challenging puzzle. But it would feel almost meaningless if I couldn’t find that last piece. I was willing to scour every corner in the apartment to find it, looking in every nook and cranny. But fortunately, I looked behind my chair and there it was on the floor. The lost had been found. Now, I didn’t have a party and invite everyone in our building, but it was cause to have a small, personal celebration. At the very least, it saved Susan from listening to my complaints and unhappiness. The angels may have been amused… or not.

                The woman in Jesus’ parable lost one of her ten coins.  We can speculate why that one coin was so precious, even though it is not really germane to the story. It may imply that woman was poor and needed every dime she had to eke out a living for herself and maybe a family. Every penny counts when it comes to buying groceries, paying the rent, paying bills, keeping  the children clothed, etc.  Or perhaps, ten coins were the exact price she needed to pay for something essential. What if she needed a doctor or medicine or a new loom for her  rug weaving business?  Nine coins wasn’t going to be enough. It simply had to be ten. Nothing less would do.

                The woman’s reasons could be anything, but the real point of the parable is in the woman’s determination, perseverance and thoroughness in looking for that lost coin. Nothing was going to deter her from finding it. She turned her house inside-out and upside-down in her quest to find that one coin. When she finally found it, underneath the stove or tucked under a carpet or hiding under the sleeping dog, she was overjoyed. I am not sure what she may have spent on the subsequent party, but presumably it didn’t take much of those ten coins. Maybe, she didn’t really need all ten coins at all but she was so unhappy with her loss that she was fiercely determined to find the coin in order to have a full purse.

                God is like that woman!

                Yes, God has all he needs in and through his Creation. We could argue that God lacks for nothing. So what if members of humankind get lost? Is God supposed to account for every man, woman and child in the world? Life happens. People make mistakes, sin, fall by the wayside, act irresponsibly, give up, are broken, make bad decisions, live lies, are selfish, have abandoned God, spent all their time, talents and treasures on self-centred choices.  There are lost and lots of good people in the world; maybe far more than the bad ones. So what are  a few losses here and there for God?

                Yet, God is like that woman!

                God wants his world to be complete, to be whole, to be thriving, to be rich in love and abundant living. So, God will not be satisfied until he reconciles the lost portion of humankind back with the rest of his Creation. “The Lord is not slow about his promise, as some think of slowness, but is patient with you, not wanting any to perish but all to come to repentance.” (2 Peter 3:9, New Revised Standard Version) God perseveres in finding us, no matter where we are hiding or where we have wandered off to or whenever we're feeling lost and forsaken. God practices the kind of Love which Paul wrote about: “Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.” (1 Corinthians 13: 7, New Living Translation)

God never gives up on any of us, no matter what! He will look through whatever scrap heap, mess and chaos to find any and all of his beloved sons of Adam and daughters of Eve.  Maybe that’s you or was you or is someone you know and love.  Just believe this, the angels are baking a cake topped with sparklers, have set out the party platters of food, turned up the music, cleared the floor for dancing and invited all of heaven to celebrate when God’s finally finds one of us nd brings us back into his care. Now isn’t that a wang-dang-doodle!

 Prayer:

Our Loving God, thank you for never giving up on us, especially if and when we give up on ourselves. Forgive us when we make it so difficult for you to find us. Keep looking because we really need to be found so as to be made whole. May we rejoice with the angels when your Love finds us, heals our wounds, makes us included and welcome and set your banquet table out for us. In praise and thanksgiving, Amen.

Wednesday, April 15, 2026

“By this we know that we are in him: whoever says, “I abide in him,” ought to walk in the same way as he walked.” (1 John 2: 4 -6, New Revised Standard Version)

            I am up for the challenge.

My daughter, Katie, has offered to take me to a Toronto Blue Jays’ game in late May. But - isn’t there always a “but”? -  she has challenged me that I have to be ambulatory enough to do all the necessary walking that it will take to get to the ballpark, roam around the stadium to see the memorabilia of 50 years in the big leagues, and get back. That is a lot of walking under the best of circumstances. But I have not been too limber or agile lately, mostly due to my arthritis, but I also just don’t get much physical exercise, period. So, I am now “in training.” I am walking down our block with cane in hand to the near-by park, each and every day, weather permitting. Coincidentally, Katie’s house is on the far side of the same park. My goal is to increase the number of steps I take, each and every day. By game time, who knows – maybe I will come close to walking around the whole park which is of considerable size. Don’t bet on it, though! But here’s hoping.

It boggles the mind to think how much Jesus walked in his three years of ministry. There were no taxis, buses, cars, planes or trains.  Unless there were Uber camels or Lyft donkeys, he had to walk everywhere he wanted to go and he wanted to go to a lot of places throughout Judea, Samaria, Galilee, etc. He and his disciples walked mile after mile, kilometer after kilometer, in order to spread the Gospel and meet the people, to heal, to preach, to interact with the world around him, to make himself available to one and all. Although it is believed Capernaum was his home base, he was never home much. Thus, he said of himself “Foxes have dens to live in, and birds have nests, but the Son of Man[a] has no place even to lay his head.” (Matthew 8:20) His sandals must have ben worn thin.

It seems appropriate then that early Christianity was known as “The Way.” (Acts 9:22) Disciples and others were called to come and follow Jesus. “My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me.” (John 10:27) The way of faith was not an easy road to take: “If any of you wants to be my follower, you must give up your own way, take up your cross, and follow me.” (Mark 8:34) The apostle Paul wrote about “following the truth of the gospel message” (Galatians 2:14) or “following the whole will of God.” (Colossians 4:12). Peter picked up the theme, too “He is your example, and you must follow in his steps.” (1 Peter 2:21) It leads us to understand that practicing our faith is an exercise in walking in trust, in belief, in doing good works, in move forward into the world with Christ’s love, compassion, forgiveness, and his likeness. Christianity is not a passive belief system; it is a movement. We can’t just sit back and become idle. Our faith demands practice, effort, intention, as we seek to follow Jesus Christ.

                Not only  just “follow”, but that invitation often was accompanied by the challenge “to go.” Jesus was sending his followers into the world to be light or salt. “God authorized and commanded me to commission you: Go out and train everyone you meet, far and near, in this way of life, marking them by baptism in the threefold name: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Then instruct them in the practice of all I have commanded you. I’ll be with you as you do this, day after day after day, right up to the end of the age.” (Matthew 28: 19-20, The Message Bible) That’s right - we are all called to be missionaries of a sort; maybe not to the far corners of the world but he sends us into the near-by-corners of our neighbourhoods and communities. “Just as you sent me into the world, I am sending them into the world.” (John 17:18)

                So put on your most comfortable walking shoes or best running shoes, spiritually speaking. There is a lot of ground to cover.  The life of faith is not generally a short race; it is a marathon. So limber up. Don’t just be a spectator. “And let us run with endurance the race God has set before us.” (Hebrews 12:1)

                Are you up for the challenge?

Prayer:

                Our Creator God, grant us a renewed strength and vitality to sustain our walk with Jesus. Help us when we falter or stumble. May we always be in step with Jesus, following in his footsteps so that we are meeting the challenges of doing his good works in the world about us. Help us to walk aright, so that others will see the Way though each of us and be led to follow, too.  In Christ’s name, Amen.

 

Wednesday, April 8, 2026

Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
    you formed me in my mother’s womb.
I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking!
    Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
    I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
    you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
    how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
    all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
    before I’d even lived one day. (Psalm 139: 13 -16, The Message Bible)

               I just know that you are all dying to know how my jigsaw puzzle is going – the one I mentioned a few weeks ago. You may recall that it is a 1000-thousand-piece puzzle featuring 350 or so of just the faces of Lego characters, all with different expressions and facial features, all in various colours of yellow, brown and black. It’s been a challenge but that is what I like when I am doing jigsaws.  

                I am getting close to being done. But I am down to a very hard, difficult stage. The majority of the faces are basically done. Now I am down to trying to find very little pieces of the faces to complete the puzzle. It is a little piece of an eye-brow here, a part of an eye there, maybe a tiny little corner of a mouth, a little stubble of a beard, a freckle or two. This is going to take some patience and perseverance to finish. But I won’t give up or stop until I am done.

                I wonder if God sometimes finds us, who are created in his own image, like a puzzle. It was originally a good and beautiful world.  “Then God looked over all he had made, and he saw that it was very good!” (Genesis 1:31) But does God look at the world made for humankind and see it like a jigsaw puzzle just coming out of the box – a jumble of pieces, some upside down, unconnected, a hodge podge that has no form or coherency, that needs sorting and organizing, that needs patience and endurance to put back together?  Does God look at our broken world right now and wonder, in frustration, whether he can put the pieces all back together again, to make it like he pictured it at the beginning, i.e. like on the lid of a puzzle box, so to speak.? When and how did the world fall to pieces?

                Our Psalm outlines the meticulous care which God gives to his world, especially the lives of humankind.  The Psalm affirms God’s intimate knowledge of each and every one of us. Like my faces in my puzzle, God knows even the little details of who we are and why we are and who we need to be. He knows us inside and out.  God knows where we belong. God knows when a piece is missing from our stories and he looks to find it for us. He understands our brokenness and fragmentation. He understands when we are trying to fit in, feeling upside down, trying to find our right places, to connect with others around us. No part of our lives is tool small, too insignificant, too unimportant, that God does not give us a helping hand to help us put it together. Like the hymn celebrates, “He walks with me, he talks with me, and He tells me that I am his own.”

                Back in the day, it was popular, for a while, to say “God doesn’t make junk.”  There is truth in that although I dare say that I wonder if there are times when God is exasperated, frustrated and might wish to put the “puzzle” that we are back in the box and back on a shelf somewhere. But that is not how God so loves the world. God has committed his own son to enable us to get our lives all together and just maybe then, we can help God put the world back to right, “thy will be done in earth as it is heaven.” God made man and woman to be pieces of his Creation, to be stewards of the world he created. He made us to work in partnership and collaboration to nurture love, peace, joy and justice between us, despite our differences and diversity. He has placed each one of us in his Creative masterpiece as a piece of the puzzle.

               “For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago.” (Ephesians 2:10)

 Prayer:

Our loving Creator, we confess we sometimes fail to understand just how good and kind you are towards us.  We complain about our lives or how broken the world is. Help us to remember that you are still very close to us and have our ultimate welfare in your hands. Grant us the courage and the wisdom to be a part of your good will, that we, too, may become participants in helping you to build your Kingdom. In Jesus’ name. Amen.

Wednesday, April 1, 2026 – Holy Week

“Let us go right into the presence of God with sincere hearts fully trusting him. For our guilty consciences have been sprinkled with Christ’s blood to make us clean, and our bodies have been washed with pure water.” (Hebrews 10:22, New Living Translation)

                 At Jesus’ religious trial, the High Priest, Caiaphas, accused Jesus of the ultimate blasphemy, of declaring himself to be the Messiah. “Blasphemy! Why do we need other witnesses? You have all heard his blasphemy. What is your verdict?” (Matthew 25: 65-66) And so the Council decreed, “’Guilty!’ they shouted. ‘He deserves to die!’”

                Guilty - that is a terrible judgment to lay on anyone shoulders, least of all Jesus. Our faith asserts that Jesus was innocent, without sin, yet the world in which he lived in judged him, condemned him and punished him severely for his “guilt”.  It could be said that all Jesus was guilty about was telling the truth, showing compassion to one and all and revealing the pomposity of these same religious hypocrites who were now judging him. Who was really guilty here?

                  Guilt is not a particularly fashionable word in our modern culture, sort of like the word ‘sin’. Outside of our country’s courtrooms and its legal verdicts, words like sin and guilt make us feel very uncomfortable and unpleasant.  They are words that bite and take chunks out of our souls, so best left alone. Nobody is perfect, we get that.  But most prefer to avoid feeling guilty. Back in the day, it was popular to note that the Greek word for sin literally meant “to miss the mark.” That is a much softer landing spot for acknowledging our mistakes and blunders of behaviour, words and deeds. So we goofed, we’ll do better next time. Sorry about that.  Forget about it. Bad things happen. Let’s move on, shall we? To err is human; to forgive is divine.  Nobody, myself included, wants to feel guilty. It’s like a death verdict on our psyches.

                Psychologist, Chris Moore, argues that “guilt is not simply an unpleasant emotional burden – it can be a powerful force that helps repair our relationships.” (Gayle MacDonald, Globe and Mail) He points out that guilt is comprised of three things. “There’s fear or anxiety about the damage that might have been done to a relationship. There’s compassion for the person who has been hurt. And there’s self- directed anger about what you did.” This sounds to me all too neat and tidy, very clinical. Even he still back-pedals on the power of guilt, “If you feel guilt, it doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. It usually means you care about other people.” Not sure what world he lives in, because the world that I live in largely feels no guilt about much of anything, even the most egregious behaviour, and feels no spirit of remorse or any desire for reconciliation.  But I do resonate with his theory that “The most powerful antidote to guilt is forgiveness.” But that is not an easy road to travel.

                I am the last person on earth who should be counselling about guilt. If I, reluctantly, stop to think about my own life, I have plenty to be guilty about. Relationships have been broken. People have left my churches because of my leadership. I have failed at times in parenting. The list goes on. You can stop me any time. In the midst of a lot of good and many blessings, I feel badly and guilty about my failures. “My guilt overwhelms me— it is a burden too heavy to bear.” (Psalm 38:4)

                The one thing that the good psychologist does not bring up is that we never bear our guilt alone. If we are willing to confess and open up to our failures, then, at least,  God is on our side. “Finally, I confessed all my sins to you and stopped trying to hide my guilt. I said to myself, “I will confess my rebellion to the Lord.’ And you forgave me! All my guilt is gone.” (Psalm 32:5) It is rightly said that confession is good for the soul.  Confession is about total honesty and truth about ourselves; no pussy-footing around, no excuses, no alibis, no avoidance of the ugly truth. We begin by confessing to God, then mustering up the courage to fess up to the people we have hurt, ignored or harmed. I am still working on that last part. “Yes, what joy for those whose record the Lord has cleared of guilt, whose lives are lived in complete honesty!” (Psalm 32:2)

                Our text from Hebrews reminds us that we can bring our guilty consciences into the presence of God. It affirms that Jesus’ Crucifixion was the remedy for our guilt and sin, “but God’s free gift leads to our being made right with God, even though we are guilty of many sins. but God’s free gift leads to our being made right with God, even though we are guilty of many sins.” (Romans 5:16) This ultimate act of forgiveness by the way of the Cross is once and for all.  Our guilt has been removed. Our shame has been erased.  We are given a New Life.  Let’s make the best and the most of it, to forgive as we have been forgiven, to love as we have been loved, to be reconcilers as we have been reconciled.

                “Dear children, let’s not merely say that we love each other; let us show the truth by our actions. Our actions will show that we belong to the truth, so we will be confident when we stand before God. Even if we feel guilty, God is greater than our feelings, and he knows everything.” (`1 John 18 -20)      

 Prayer:

                Our loving and forgiving God,  it is hard to confess all the mistakes and blunders that have tripped us up in our lives. But we very grateful that you pick us up with forgiveness in Jesus Christ. He paid such a horrific price to lead us back into your Presence and Love.  In his death, we have had our sins and guilt washed away and we have been made clean.  May we abide in your generous Love and show that Love to others. In Jesus’ name. Amen.