Tag: Calvary

More Easter poetry

More Easter poetry

Gazing at the wonder of the Cross

Abundant grace

Golden light on dew-kissed roses

Heralding the break of day

Cooing doves, at morn’s awakening

Dusty hooves of foals at play

Wheat fields, like a tawny ocean

Rippling in the wind’s caress

Dancing streams, their spray asparkle

Pensive pools in quiet rest

Air perfumed with scent of jasmine

Wind charm’s soft melodious ring

Dappled earth through filtered sunlight

Gamboling lambs at start of spring

Miracle of baby’s birthing

Brand new breath, a lusty cry

Old man resting, children’s chatter

Puff balls in a dreamy sky

Cells and segments of an orange

Neatly packed with tasty bliss

Warm embrace of two young lovers

Tenderness of mother’s kiss

These and countless other blessings

Are bestowed on us each day

Pointing us to God’s compassion

Showing us His love-filled way

He surrounds us with His beauty

Fills our souls with untold wealth

Lifting them from deep depression

Into happiness and health

Yet His greatest gift of goodness

Starts its journey steeped in death

Wounded Saviour hanging, dripping

Blood for us with His last breath

Cursed that he might buy our healing

‘Tombed to fight for all our souls

Breaking forth in glorious victory

Empty grave, and men made whole.

What a song our hearts are singing

Let the church bells toll and toll

Jesus is our Lord and Saviour

‘Tis indeed well with my soul.

Easter Poetry

Easter Poetry

Gazing at the wonder of the Cross

As we approach the most glorious time in the Christian’s calendar, I’ll post some poems I have written on the subject. The first is in response to the Word that tells us Jesus still bears the wounds in His body (He showed them to the disciples when He appeared to them). The second is because we are told He is constantly interceding for us. I hope you enjoy it.

HOLY WOUNDS

Oh, to think that I, with all my stains of darkness

Could stand before a God of white-hot holiness

And not be burned.

What holy wounds that gain for me

An entrance to the King!

For Christ in all his glory, stays injured still for me

His hands and feet, though brilliant bright

Stay pierced and raw through all my sin

And plead each day my cause.

For as I sin, and blot my soul, and then repentant come

His Father from His awesome throne

Looks down and sees his Son.

He sees His Son take on my guilt and then it’s penalty

He looks at me through holy wounds

And says, “My son, you’re free.”

I’m free indeed and yet not free.

I’m tethered by a bond so strong

That holds me ever in his arms.

For how could I ignore a love so great

And go my selfish way?

Those holy wounds produce in me

The prayer spoke in Gethsemane

“Let not my will, but Thine be done.”

Come, live through me, beloved Son.

Depression, ECT and Forgiveness

Depression, ECT and Forgiveness

One of my duties as an anaesthetist was to give anaesthetics to patients undergoing shock therapy (electroconvulsive therapy, or ECT). In this treatment for severe depression, electrodes are placed on both temples and an electric current is passed between them. This causes the patient to have an epileptic fit. I know it sounds barbaric, but it is effective for intractable depression. It was my job to modify the physical manifestations of the fit by temporarily paralysing the patient so that he/she did not suffer the severe muscular contractions. I gave a short acting anaesthetic and then an equally short acting paralysing drug. I then breathed for the patient, forcing oxygen into the lungs until the ECT was over and the paralysing drug had worn off.

While we were waiting for this to happen, I chatted to the psychiatrist.

“What is the most common cause of depression in your opinion? I asked one day.

His response was prompt. “Without a doubt, it’s to do with forgiveness. Either the person cannot forgive someone else, or a person will not forgive them, or they cannot forgive themselves.”

“And how do you treat that?”

The psychiatrist was vague. “We give them affirming exercises to do. They look in the mirror and tell themselves how valuable they are; we tell them their true worth. That sort of thing.”

“But what if they truly have done something despicable, or have had something horrific done against them? What’s the basis for their experiencing or extending forgiveness?”

He shrugged his shoulders as I continued. “There has to be more than merely looking in the mirror and saying, “I’m okay” when you know deep down that you’re not. Surely Jesus is the only answer. They’re okay because Jesus showed their worth by the price He paid, and they can forgive because they have been forgiven.”

He could only answer lamely, “Well, what we do does help.” But the line of patients waiting for their ECT showed its ineffectiveness to many.

At this point the paralysing drug had worn off, the patient started breathing on her own and the conversation was over.

How valuable it would be to tell these people about Jesus and to offer to pray with them. We all have done things we are ashamed of, and been hurt by others. We all need a relationship with Jesus, and an appreciation of the wonder of Calvary, but when unforgiveness cripples your life, there is an urgency to know the God of Grace and Love. He is the Way, the Truth and the Life.

Witnessing for Jesus in hospital and out
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