Rant & Reason

The word ‘go’ has an enchantment to it. When Jesus said, “Go”, he fully meant that we must simply just GO. He didn’t say wait till you have the means. In Luke 10, when he asks the 72 to, “Go”, he didn’t give them a ministry name, get a few sponsors, tell them who to call so that they get to sleep eat well enough and get people to get the places of meeting ready and inform the people to attend the event. They simply went, of course replete with instructions. This is in much contrast to nowadays where ministry is as less simply ‘Go’ as much as it is branded. It must have a name and must read X Ministries. I shall, of course, withhold my biased opinion of the different words that replace ‘X’ in quite many cases. If we can take the name of the elements of holiness that are used, we must surely be very sure that we are given the mandate to use those names and the grace, means and strength to live up to them. One dimension of how we have ‘gone’ wrong is when we seek to ensure a comforta

I knocked clear and hard, a distinct rap that you heard You let me in, with myself in full, a notion that seemed very clear I seemed welcome enough to at least sit myself down and feel perfectly at home I later realised that there must have been something, something much more The welcome-in seemed perfectly clear, sans the warnings on the wall You, as well, seemed fine as well with my feet on the table, long and tall If there was a sign of discomfort at the length of my arms when I stretched them It was laughed off with what I recognise now a sense of absurd mystic humour When the strange feelings came along, I was wondering if I should keep singing my songs But then there was no clear opposition to my rants and my suppositions It very clearly seemed that we were just one big happy bunch of folk Who really ought to do a regular weekly lunch of sorts because we rock as much But now you land me this eviction notice, one that I was supposed to see coming I wonder now who was supposed to b