Remember me ….

Remember me ….

In the past few days people have received calls from Donald Trump, inviting them to Trump Towers and they went in the expectation of receiving an appointment to his administration.  He’s now in “power” and will gather around him people who seek power.  He’s no different to many others in similar situations.  For more than two years he has sought power, as did those who campaigned against him, for there is something in power that attracts people.  That’s the way it’s always been and is certain to continue.

On the last Sunday of the Church’s Year we are given the image of Christ The King.  There is little that speaks more to power than “KING” – from our childhood days we heard stories of Kings and Queens, Princes and Princesses and their lifestyle.  We imagined their castles, thrones, kingdoms and rejoiced with the good ones who did well by their people and hissed disapproval at the evil and warped ones who sought to make life difficult for others “Look out, he’s behind you”, was the pantomime roar.  “Oh no he’s not” – “Oh yes, he is”!

Christ the King is found neither in castle or on throne.  He’s crucified between two thieves.  He’s mocked, jeered, spat at and offered vinegar to drink.  A sign says he is “king of the Jews” but those gathered around have no regard for him or his “kingship”.  It’s total humiliation.  It’s awful.  He is at his lowest moment and begins to doubt even the Father’s love “why have you abandoned me?”.

In the midst of all this awfulness there is a moment of light.  “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom”.  How those words must have lifted his fallen spirit.  In the absence of pomp and ceremony, robes and crown, someone was still able to grasp the truth.  “There’s more going on here deeper than meets the eye”. What was it that sparked that moment of recognition in the “good thief”?  Where did he find those words? Where did he unwrap that gift of faith that allowed him see beneath the lashes and bruising, the nails and the blood to the one beneath and above it all?  Somehow he managed it!  Hands tied and in undoubted pain, he realised the man beside him was more than man.  He was KING!  Some kings had the name of being merciful and surely he’d be numbered among them – “Jesus”, he said, “remember me when you come into your kingdom”.

His words, far from falling on deaf ears, gave hope to a dying man and helped him realise his words had not fallen unheeded to the ground.  In the midst of all this hostility and hatred, there was sill hope – still faith and a desire for something better.

“Indeed”, replied the King “this day you will be with me in Paradise”.

Trump Towers or Calvary?  Power is at its best in fragility and weakness for it is from these it can draw and transform people.  Power, when recognised where you’d least expect it, is a special and life-altering gift.

Remember!


Later today we will have a Remembrance Service in our parish for all who died in the past year.  The words of Christie Hennessy’s “Remember Me” come to mind yet again and maybe they have a place in your day too.

“Remember me whenever you are blue, remember me when there’s no one holding you, anytime you feel like you can’t make it through, remember me and I will be with you.”

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Daily Lenten Thought March 9th

Daily Lenten Thought March 9th

“Let sleeping dogs lie”

This is a photo of Alpha – my dog and “good friend”!  I’m not sure about him being my best friend but we get on fairly well most of the time.  The little caption isn’t really as much to do with the photograph as maybe a bit of advice for the day – sometimes we might do well to let sleeping dogs lie.  Digging up, rooting out, dwelling on bad memories or feelings may serve only to hurt us and others in the long run.  The sleeping dog has his place.

A second thought around dogs …. It’s not original but heard a man speak once about the Religious Examiner visiting a school.  The teacher relied heavily on three girls in the class to answer any questions of a religious nature and knew that any of them would be well able to meet, head on, any issues the priest might care to surface.  She wasn’t ready for the priest’s selection though and he turned to a young lad in the class called Tony and asked him to stand up.  The teacher feared the worst and remembered Tony, on another occasion, finding “four” Gods in the Trinity.  Just as the priest began to speak, Tony made reference to the dog he could see on the front seat of the priest’s car.  The story goes that the priest left aside his text book, looked at Tony and asked “Did Jesus have a dog Tony”.  “No”, came the reply “because if he had it would have been with him on Calvary”.

We’re told the boy went home with the prize for the best answer.  The three girls went home feeling there was “no justice in religion”.

Tony was on the button – the “friend” in the dog would have brought him to Calvary.

The thought for today – how far will we travel for our friends?

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