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Bible Apps, VUCA, and a Table [Part 2]

March 20, 2017

In part one of this blog post I reflected on some of the world’s most searched for verses in 2016 on the Bible app YouVersion.  One of the threads in the blog post was the need for hope in complex times.  The post finishes in the words of David, the writer of much of the book of Psalms.  I had finished in the words of Psalm 23v5: “You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You anoint my head with oil; My cup runs over.”

 

A few years ago I wrote this poem as a reflection on these words.  I wasn’t particularly feeling like the psalmist but I find the imagery in there fascinating and wanted to dig into it a bit deeper.

 

I Sat Down With Love

 

Could have been dawn’s whispered tendrils or the moon’s watchful stare
Either way the figure, silhouetted, scaling the ridge was undeniably Love
His blackened shape, the same head and shoulders and form as any other
Yet something different, the presence of hope shone in greater focus
He descended, like He was always meant to do, into the night
My soul feeling sudden warmth in the midst of all that made it so cold
And He carried on, His slow march direct and purposeful
The dark cloaking His face, but His eyes, I knew, were fixed on me
With goblins and witches and demons writhing to their pounding drums
Their choruses echoing around and around, screwing their way into my core
Words and claws, wrapping around my throat, gouging, choking, robbing
Oblivious to the presence of Love as He walked through their throngs and arrived
His destination found in my torn and battered frame
The songs of death surrounding me drawn to silence as His eyes met mine
His gaze strong, Screaming hope, shouting peace, into my chaos
While those who would gift me harm continued their frenzies
Love set a table
Pulled back two chairs
Sat down
And asked me to join Him
So I sat down with Love and we talked, and each word He spoke lifted me
Every sentence of His dragging me closer to breath, to expanding lungs
Every sentence of mine lifted weights off shoulders so in need of flight
And as His words mingled with mine, the depths of night felt the kiss of day
And as richest of horrors tried to terrify, their attacks felt impoverished
Love acknowledged with a smiled nod, as I asked Him if this was peace
Picking up a flask of water He filled my cup to soaked table cloth
And pushing the cup through the drenched folds, summoned me to drink
To drink deep, to let this water birth an answer to my thirst
Love’s voice, softly singing to my soul, could not be ignored
Allowing my bloodied hand to take the cup from His bloodied hand
I drank deep, Love’s presence flowing inward, reaching, restoring
Waters resonating with places pierced with pain, with wells left empty
Filling these caverns with life, ebbing skyward to the tips of lips
That could now breath again, that could let the winds of change enter in
And these torrents of life cascaded outward, upward and into song
I sat with Love and our songs mingled, wafting into the night’s crisp shell

 

 

This blog post was brought to you by....Oli Higham

Oli Higham is part of the leadership team at the Rock Community Church. He finds it hard to sum himself up in a few sentences. However he loves Jesus and is also rather fond of his family, films, coffee, rugby, Arsenal FC, poetry, spray paint, beards, cooking and laughing.

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