It seems three words forever I must be bound to speak;
There’s not a day that passes but they’re said.
They greet each new-born morning, and bid farewell to night,
When gratefully I rest my weary head – thank You Lord.
Sometimes in tears of sorrow, amid some fiery trial
These words are whispered haltingly and faint.
Oft’ times they’re almost shouted in vibrant tones of joy
Without the slightest effort or restraint – thank You Lord.read more
Political correctness in all we do and say
And anti-discrimination, are the order of our day.
Now Christmas is being stripped of every spiritual connotation
Lest someone should be offended to think of us as a Christian nation.
If we take the Christ from Christmas what is left to make us glad?
If all we have is MAS it is meaningless and sad!
The sinless Babe who was born in Bethlehem’s manger was God’s own Son. Just stop and think what we would have missed if Jesus had not come –read more
The flowers of God’s creation
Live out their little day.
They bless us with their beauty
And quickly fade away,
And from their seeds or cuttings
New blossoms soon unfold,
And in their sweet renewal
A deeper truth is told.
The fairest Flower of heaven
Was planted on this earth.
He blessed us with His goodness
From the moment of His birth.
We took Him and we crushed Him.
His sinless blood we shed.
We turned our backs and scorned Him
And gave Him up as dead.read more
How do we keep Christmas holy In our world of violence and scorn?
Commemorate the manger Where God in flesh was born. Meditate on Calvary’s cross Where His sinless flesh was torn. Celebrate the empty tomb And resurrection morn!read more
Dear child, this time of darkness and trial
Through which you are passing
Is the valley of loss.
I keep your tears. I treasure your trust
As you pour out your grief
At the foot of the cross.
There is One who has trodden this valley before you,
Relinquishing all
As He suffered and died
Becoming a living way of redemption
For all His beloved.
He walks by your side.read more
The old lamp-lighter
In the dusk of days gone by
Would trudge the streets
His taper held aloft,
And as he touched each waiting lamp
Through the gloom there appeared
Little moons of gaslight
Warm and soft.
At night, as those in peril
Upon the darkened streets
Would grope their way
Through shadows thick and deep,
They surely breathed a silent ‘thanks’
For the lighter of the lamps
And the faithful nightly vigil
He would keep.
In our darkened sinful world
Where wretchedness abounds,
Where souls are lost
And perilous their plight,
The Spirit of God in faithfulness
His ministry performs,
Touching hearts
With the taper of truth and light.
Jesus – Light of the world
So let us all be thankful
As Christmas comes again,
To God, who stooped and gave
Through humble birth
A Light to lead all nations,
A Lamp to guide the way
Of every living soul
Upon the earth.
(c) Nesta F Sutherland
“Then Jesus spoke … saying ‘I am the Light of the world’.”
John 8:12
Do we have cause for hope and peace,
For love and Christmas cheer
In a world gone mad it seems,
With senseless acts of terror and fear?
Birth of our Savior
Only as we look to Bethlehem,
And the cross of CalvaryWhere Jesus Christ God’s SonLay down His life to set us free –Free from the power and the penaltyOf life-destroying sin,Free to trust the living GodAnd to know His peace within,To receive His gift of eternal lifeWhich cannot be snatched awayBy any act of mortal manTo threaten, come what may.Hope and peace and love may be foundAfresh, this Christmas DayThrough simple faith in Jesus ChristGod’s true and living way.(c) Nesta F Sutherland 2014
“Looking for the blessed hope and glorious appearing of our great God and Savior, Jesus Christ, who gave Himself for us, that He might redeem us …”
Titus 2:13&14
To give a cup of water In the name of Christ our Lord Is a simple, selfless action, But worthy of reward. There is, plainly, not a person Who, along life’s winding way Cannot perform the ministry Of kindness, day by day.read more
It seems three words forever I must be bound to speak;
Political correctness in all we do and say
The flowers of God’s creation
Dear child, this time of darkness and trial
