Some stuff I learned about God’s guidance

RECENTLY I attended a Bible week in sunny (and, yes, it was) Wales. The venue was a Pontin's holiday camp, which was decent enough – arguably somewhat down-market from rivals Butlin's but distinctly more up-market than a tent. Anyhoo, among the topics was that of God's providence – defined by as God's “guardianship and care for His creatures and creation.” The same article goes on to say:

Providence means that God has not abandoned the world that he created, but rather works within that creation to manage all things according to the “immutable counsel of His own will” (Westminster Confession of Faith, V, i). By contrast, the world at large, even if it will on occasion acknowledge God to have been the world’s Creator, is at least certain that he does not now intervene in human affairs.

So here's a few points I picked up in those talks. They were given by Melvin Tinker, an Anglican vicar with a gift for explaining things clearly.

How do we distinguish between “ordinary” decisions and “important” ones? What if I miss God's will? We mustn't undermine the authority & sufficiency of scripture. Within God's sovereign and moral will, we have an area of freedom. Within that, we can't get it wrong! That's why we read phrases in the New Testament like: I think, we thought, it seems advisable, I planned, I hope…

Need to recognise different decision types:

  • “Right / wrong”. There really is a godly choice to be made.
  • “Wise / unwise.” Could be lesser of two evils / greater of two goods. We should make Christ-centred decisions, not self-centred. But even when we make a bad decision there's a way back if we repent. Ps. 25:3.
  • “Who cares?” decisions. For those, there's no wrong answer. They don't warrant hours of prayer or seeking advice :-)
  • While God does have a will for us individually, we don't always need to know what it is! God gives “special” or supernatural guidance sometimes – but not normally. (Gideon & the fleece: He'd already had instruction from an angel and asked for more signs. It's not there to act as an example.)
  • Our partnership with God through prayer and obedience is about accomplishing his purpose for my life, not me determining the course of my life. My task is to get on with being a Christian where God has put me. Nothing can mess up God's sovereign will!

Another talk focused on the thorny topic of God's providence and evil – possibly one of the hardest aspects of life for anyone to deal with. If God guides me to, I may post about that one later. (Did you see what I did there?)


W H Smith to the rescue in kitchen calendar drama

RANDOMNESS ALERT: This post is one of those random jottings / miscellaneous musings / domestic minutiae-type stories with no obvious economic / practical / scientific / spiritual value. But don’t let that put you off. It might just make your day. Or make you grateful that you have better things to do than those written about herein…

Back in December 2012 I waxed lyrical about the joy of a physical diary, sending letters through the physical mail and putting photos in a physical album, which activities I rather cleverly grouped under the banner of The Joy of the Physical. Fourteen months later, and I have to report not one but two deeply troubling issues in my world of physical, paper-based equipment. Both, happily, now resolved.

I still write a diary. On paper. With a pen. I had spates of doing this in the 70′s, 80′s and 90′s, but then the PC came along and it all migrated to the word processor (as we used to call it). In 2005 I felt the call of the old-fashioned way and requested a big diary for Christmas. And every year since there’s been one; some A4, some A5, some week-to-page and some day-to-page. In the closing days of 2012 I lamented the lack of writing space for the weekend days in my 2012 volume and announced with satisfaction that for 2013 it was back to a page for each day. Sadly, at the start of this year I chose my own diary and again bought a compact week-to-page (or, more accurately week-to-double-page-spread). It again offered tiny space for Saturday and even tinier for Sunday.

Are you feeling my pain yet?

After two months I decided enough was enough (or, rather, not enough was not enough). I wanted more space to write. Because, based on previous years’ volumes, I suspected that the more space I had the more I tended to write. And then I had A Revelation.

Why, I asked myself, did I have to write in a diary at all? After all, diaries are primarily about forward-planning (like calendars, of which more anon). My scribbles, by contrast, are about retrospectively recording what is past (with, admittedly, some thoughts on things to come, but not from the point of view of scheduling or organising). What I write is a journal. Why attempt to predefine the maximum space for a day? Why, in fact, not simply write said journal in a notebook? Oh. My. Word. Why hasn’t anyone thought of this before? Oh, wait…

And so my first problem is solved. Hurray. But the tale, as they say, doesn’t end there. Because in December 2013 I was distraught to discover that W H Smith were out of stock of our usual style of calendar for the kitchen. Specifically: month-to-view with tear-off weeks so that as the month progresses you get to see the first half of the next month as well. Having used this style for many years I was loath to change but decided it really shouldn’t be that big a deal. It’s only a calendar, for goodness’ sake. Off to the market, then, and a 50p month-to-view calendar. “It’ll do,” thinks I. “Although the fact that it’s an inch longer than the usual style does mean it’ll have to be tucked behind the tea bag box. That’s fine. Fine. I don’t mind. It’ll do.”

So on the wall it goes. For those same two months, we made do. Didn’t like the fact that as January advanced we couldn’t see February. Didn’t like the fact that as January ran out, the calendar disappeared behind the tea bags. Didn’t like the repeat performance in February. Decided that, no, it won’t do. It really won’t. Back to W H Smith goes I, finds the correct style in stock at £1 off. That’ll do. This too is now in service and calendar-related well-being is restored.

What a relief.

Automatic Wipers on the VW Golf: No better than the Focus C-Max

Some while ago I waxed lyrical (and irritated) about the inadequacies of the automatic wipers on my 2005 Ford Focus C-Max (a 2 litre petrol Ghia for those who like to know). If by some slim chance you don't recall that exciting post, click over to it here then come back.

Nice car, shame about the rain-sensitive automatic wipers

In recent weeks I've been driving a relative's 2007 VW Golf (a 1.6 litre petrol in silver – one of my least favourite colours for a car, as it happens, but rest assured that hasn't prejudiced me against it in regards to what follows). And I've made a discovery: the automatic wipers are equally inadequate. Like the Ford, you have four settings: Single Wipe, Normal Speed, High Speed – and Automatic. Like the Ford, Automatic mode includes a variable “sensitivity” control. And like the Ford, it sometimes fails to respond appropriately to the rain conditions, refusing to wipe when you need it unless you switch it up a notch and back down again. Or, of course, give up and resort to a series of manual Single Wipes.

This isn't about reliability. We all know VW are renowned for reliability; indeed, they focused on it in their famous 1980's advertising campaign. No, for the highly-reliable VW and the statistically-less-reliable-but-pretty-good-in-my-experience Ford, it seems to be much more about a limitation of the technology. It's just not quite there. The sensor, the algorithm, the colour of the paint; who knows? Whatever the reason, neither model's automatic wipers can hack it in light rain, fog or snow. So there.

And why, you may be wondering, have I bothered to tell you? Well, (he said, thinking on his feet) I'm keenly aware that the two examples of this defective tech both date from the last decade. Even the newer model is seven years old. My question, to you, therefore, is this: Do you drive a car younger than seven years? If so, does it have rain-sensitive automatic windscreen wipers? If so, how do they cope in light rain, snow or fog? Please tell me they've got better. Or, if you can't honestly do that, tell me I'm entitled to my dissatisfaction and not, as a nagging doubt keeps suggesting to me, making a motoring fuss about nothing.

I look forward to your wiper-related feedback.


“I am Christ’s!”: Encouragement from Spurgeon

Be thou ever one of those whose manners are Christian, whose speech is like the Nazarene, whose conduct and conversation are so redolent of heaven, that all who see you may know that you are the Saviour's, recognizing in you his features of love and his countenance of holiness. “I am a Roman!” was of old a reason for integrity; far more, then, let it be your argument for holiness, “I am Christ's!”

Charles Spurgeon


That Community Moment when your neighbour asks you to pick up a Sunday paper

It's been a beautiful sunny winter day so far. (Aside for the grammar aficionados: according to this site, the names of seasons are only written with a capital letter when the season has been in some way personified, as in I was captivated by Winter's stark beauty / Summer's shimmering heat / Spring's unfolding beauty (dang it, already used “beauty”; never mind) / Autumn's something-or-other-something: you get the idea. Sorry, rather a long aside so soon in the story.) That being so, and being still in holiday mode, and, what's more, being in need of a replenished stock of old newspapers for various purposes domestic, I decided, unusually, to stroll down to the village shop for a Sunday paper. (For anyone confused by the “old newspaper” allusion, I should explain that the said domestic purposes range from shoe polishing (not that I polish shoes with newspaper; rather, the newspaper acts as a base on which to conduct the polishing and to collect the inevitable bits of polish, mud and other detritus) to mopping up water that accidentally leaks through the back door when not properly closed. It is a fundamental necessity of domestic life that one must have a stock of old newspapers to call on. One cannot, by definition, have old newspapers if one never acquires, at some point, new newspapers. And since we do not, as a matter of course, read a newspaper then our stock, last supplemented in about 2011, inexorably shrank until the point of disappearance. Sorry. Another long aside.)

Let me add that I genuinely wished to read the paper; the domestic stock replenishment would be merely a happy side-effect.

Anyhoooo, as I walked the few hundred yards to the shop, be-hatted, be-scarved and be-gloved (grammar aficionados make of those constructs what you will), I passed our friend's house. Theirs being an old property that sits right on the pavement, I easily spotted my friend in the kitchen and she waved. They are the neighbours we know best and have quite a close friendship with. Days before, she had called round and left us a fabulous Christmas gift (pictured), so I seized the opportunity to trot across the road to thank her for the gift.

Our Christmas gift

I explained the mission I was on and she asked me if I could do her a favour and buy her a copy of The Sunday Times, should one be available. As it turned out, there were none (I too had intended to buy a copy of TST but settled for The Independent on Sunday), so I duly returned her cash.

As I made my way home in the sunshine, I was struck in some admittedly vague, fuzzy way by the uplifting combination of the weather, the wave across the road, the request to buy the paper, the friendship we have with our neighbours, and the fact that she bought us the picture (which is full of Bible truths) although not (yet) believing herself.

So what's my point? Nothing profound – just a tiny occasion, a confluence of circumstances that I wanted to remember and thank God for. And to ask Him to bring about more of these Community Moments at home, at work and in church.


Things You Didn’t Know About Jesus: The universe would collapse without Him

It being the fourth day of Christmas I guess what I ought to be doing is figuring out where I can buy four calling birds to give to my true love. On the other hand, I can’t help feeling she’s not over-enamoured with the French hens and the turtle doves flapping about in the utility room (the feathers and…other stuff get everywhere) and the pear tree in the lounge is just not working…

What I’m actually doing is sitting in my dressing gown and a Santa hat (yes I know that sounds weird but it keeps one warm when sitting under a draughty ventilator – another story for another time – and it’s the only time of year one can get away with it, OK?) having just read, and been greatly enamoured by, Colossians 1:15-24.

At Christmas there tends to be an understandable focus on baby Jesus. ‘Tis important, the incarnation of the divine Son of God, an’ all – but what’s also mind-blowing is to be reminded of just who this child is / was / will be. And one of the things He’s always been and always will be, to the proverbial end of time, is the sustainer of the entire universe (need to resist the temptation to add an evil laugh at that point – y’know, lots of echo and “mwah-ha-ha-haaaaa!” – as that would be completely inappropriate). So, yeah, without Jesus Christ your world, and mine, would collapse, implode, cease to be, end in a cataclysm of literally Earth-shattering proportions, dwarfing the best of Dr Who, Star Trek or {insert favourite sci-fi here}.

How do I know? ‘Cos it says so here:

Colossians 1:16-17

for through him God created everything

in the heavenly realms and on earth.

He made the things we can see

and the things we can’t see—

such as thrones, kingdoms, rulers, and authorities in the unseen world.

Everything was created through him and for him.

He existed before anything else,

and he holds all creation together.

There you go. When it comes to universe-sustaining, Jesus Christ is, as they say, the man. (And, in this unique case, the God.)

Time to check out H. Samuel for five gold rings…

No Such Thing as Ordinary: let God be over everything

Earlier in the year I wrote about discovering that we're meant to “work for the Lord” in everything. That's about removing the distinction between “spiritual” work and “secular” stuff. It's about business life, domestic life, family life and whatever other life you can think of – not just what we might brand “Church” life.

As if to underline the point, today's sermon at church, based around Joshua chapters 6 to 10, sought to remove the distinction between God working through the “miraculous” and Him working through the “ordinary”. For example:

  • Chapter 6 is the story of the distinctly miraculous fall of Jericho. Most battle campaigns don't feature the breaching of defences by sheer power of music and marching (oh, and shouting).
  • Chapter 8 features a much more “conventional” military victory, planned and executed successfully. To the onlooker, there wasn't anything miraculous or supernatural to be seen. Read the chapter, however, and you'll see that God was right in the middle of prompting and endorsing the strategy. (Not only that, but the first time they'd tried to take this particular place they'd been over-confident and completely scuppered by one of their number disobeying God. They got a sound thrashing on the battlefield.)
  • Chapter 10 is back to the spectacular stuff, with the sun obligingly standing still for a day while the next battle was fought. Only God can do that, by the way.

So I believe in a God who can do miracles – but I also learn that most of the time He doesn't work like that and that I'm supposed to have Him in the middle of “ordinary” things; that I should bring my ideas and plans to Him; and that when I think I know what I'm doing, that I've done it all before, and that I've got it sussed, that's just the time to make sure I'm bringing it all to God, asking Him to be in it, asking Him to use it, and so on, and so on.

Not sure this is coming across clearly, but the combination of what I wrote before and what I heard today tells me again that God simply wants all my life, every day, every step, to be lived by the power of the Holy Spirit. That doesn't mean I have no part to play; He's given me a brain, He's given me tasks, responsibilities, work and relationships. He expects obedience and holiness. But what I don't need to do is ask questions like:

  • Is this spiritual or secular?
  • Is this for church or not for church?
  • Is this for God or is it just getting on with life?
  • Is God interested in this or not?
  • Do I need to ask God to be in this?

(And the chances are that if I don't want to ask God to be in it then it's something I shouldn't be doing :-))

So. When Monday comes and I'm working with computers, talking to colleagues, washing dishes or catching up with Atlantis on the TV, it'll all be spiritual, all with God – if I live as He intends. When I visit the chiropractor later in the week, when I pray for people to give their lives to Christ, when I go to a church business meeting, when I put out the recycling, when I write Christmas cards – you get the idea.

Our church leader put it like this:

He sanctifies the ordinary.

I just need to let Him.


Learning to Obey What Jesus Tells Me

We're always keen to point out that being a Christian isn't about a set of rules, regulations, do's and dont's, etcetera. It's a relationship with God though faith in Christ. Yes, yes. It's about the Holy Spirit changing us and enabling us to serve God – not about religious observance or legalism. Indeed.

However, the expectation that a Christian will obey God is plain in scripture. Logically, I can't obey someone if they haven't instructed me to do something. (Or to not do something, as the case may be.) Parents instruct their kids all the time, and not for fun; they expect the child to obey. It doesn't mean the child's standing in the family, or the parent's love for the child, are conditional on obedience. It just means the parent knows best and wants to show the child what's expected of them and how to live and look after themselves and how to live with other people, and all the rest. In other words, commandments and obedience are a part of love, even on a human level. So too with our relationship with God.

Our church has had teaching on holiness for many months. It's foundational, fundamental and very much includes doing what you're told. No, I can't get saved by obedience. No, God doesn't love me according to how obedient I am. Yes, I'm talking about a Spirit-filled, born-again believer saved by faith in Jesus Christ. But doing what God tells us is nevertheless a key facet of living life as God intends. Freedom in Christ means freedom not to do wrong and freedom to do what He wants.

Point made.

Here's just one verse about obedience:

“If you love me, obey my commandments.” John 14:15

This came up in Day 1 of my Bible app's reading plan on the theme of – you guessed it – obedience. I stopped and asked myself the natural question: Just what are Jesus' commandments? I could think of one or two, but my Bible app obliged with a list of fifty:

I clicked through to the first one. It talks about letting my light shine before people so that they'll see the good stuff I do and praise my Father in heaven. Well that one's got me thinking and praying because I'm pretty sure most of the time people see me they may think I'm a decent chap but I'm not so sure it leads to them praising God. Any thoughts?

After I've got that one sussed there's just another 49 to go. Then I'll be perfect :-)


The Tyranny of the To-Do List

I love my lists. With lists, I am organised. I keep track of stuff. I get reminders to follow stuff up. With lists, I prioritise, categorise, annotate and schedule. I also remember what to buy when I go shopping.

I have electronic lists in Microsoft Outlook, Microsoft Project and an iPad app called Errands. I have paper lists on the fridge and on the rather nifty notice board made from wine corks just underneath the spice rack.

Lists are good.

On the other hand, lists are bad.

On weekday (more specifically, workday) evenings, my list calls to me softly: “You have things to doooooooo…”. Frequently, however, on said evenings I have little inclination to do much of anything at all; I’ve always been that way and can’t blame my age. My list contains a variety of things domestic, church things, worthy things, ncessary things and even things trivial. Yet no matter how high I set the priority or how noble the task may be, there are (many) times when I simply cannot face doing a job or undertaking a task.

And so I fret. I compare myself to others who, it seems, have an immense amount of energy and a baffling capacity for working all the hours God sends and being constantly, annoyingly, productive. This, dear reader, is not me. And I need to get over it and throw off the tyranny of the to-do list, jettison the guilt, do what I can in the capacity God gives me and just quit fussin’ over what don’t get done.

Sure, there’s no excuse for laziness, and I do need to remember that I’m serving Christ in a lost world and that helping bring His kingdom in and serving His purposes is rather important. But if I spend the time whittling and not actually being fruitful I may as well not be fruitful and enjoy it and relax instead. Tomorrow is a new day and I will, no doubt, work for my employer then return home and see what the evening brings. What it should not bring, however, is mental anguish over how much I’m doing or what’s still not ticked off on “the list”.

In the Bible Jesus says that the burden he wants his followers to carry is “light”. I don’t for a moment think that means every day will be a bundle of laughs and that no hard work is required. He did say, though, that what He asks of me is in stark contrast to being “weary and heavy laden”. So when I’m both heavy laden and weary it’s time to get on my knees, tell Him all about my list and see what He tells me to do – if anything.

iPad Battery Dying: May have found the culprit(s)


I’ve always been impressed by my iPad’s battery life (~10 hours of use) but a few weeks back had repeated recurrences of it going flat overnight. So flat, in fact, that it refused to wake up until I connected the charger.

My first thought was that some rogue application (or “app” as we young trendies call them) was doing something in the background I wasn’t aware of. A search revealed a list of “top 10 battery killers” (which I would gladly have provided a link to but can no longer find!). #1 was Google Earth. This made some sense to me as I’ve rarely used it but certainly had done the weekend I started having problems.

After that I made a point of closing Google Earth if I used it. Unfortunately my Dead Battery Syndrome persisted.

Back to the Internet, where there’s no shortage of battery-saving tips, most of which I thought I’d already taken care of. As it turned out, there were two settings that had changed and which I believe may have been the cause:

  • Auto-Lock was set to Never instead of every x minutes. That means that if something happened to illuminate the screen, it might never go off again. I’d changed the setting when somebody else borrowed the iPad and I didn’t want to tell them what the lock code was. Once they’d finished I should have set it back.
  • Email was set to Push. My messages aren’t that vital that I have to have them immediately, so I’d always set email to collect on a schedule. I suspect it got set back to Push when I removed & re-added an account.

I reverted those two settings and followed another piece of advice to give the battery a long charge – they suggested up to 48 hours but I stopped at close to 24 hours.

Since that I’ve not had a Dead Battery for almost a week.


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