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#fridayfootprints – Friday 15th April 2022

There is a beat impregnated into the African soil and a rhythm that flows in the shimmering heat seen in waves off sun-baked hills, boulder-strewn on God’s playground rink.

There is a song of the soul in the singing sands of the Kalahari that echoes in the footsteps, traced from the beginning of man.

In a journey out of Eden, each year we return to the desert of our sins. A lifelong Lenten review of our role in humanity and our fellowship with the Lord. Here, we endeavour to reconnect with our soul sounds through His whispers played out in the haunting chords stroked by creation’s orchestra under the baton of the Holy Spirit as they line the road of our journey up the hill to the final sacrifice of our ego in accordance with our faith.

The sounds of creation are immersed in our view of love and the soft, comforting heartbeats of this emotion. And yet love belies the unspeakable pain, suffering and heartache that accompanies it wherever it goes. The greater the love, the deeper the pain that mirrors its existence. And the beat that we hear becomes the sound of the hammer blows of love driving in nails on the wooden cross of the Son of Man as a crucifixion of our sin.

Lord may the echoes of your cry reverberate through the hallways of our communion that leads us to selflessness as we live out our lives as written for us on the pages of your Word.

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#fridayfootprints – Friday 8th April 2022

Every Lenten Road has its Jerusalem entry.

A time of preparation to face the sacrifice of selflessness that we are all called to as Christians and a chance to place ourselves under the spotlight of Christ’s example.

From the desert floor to the upper rooms within our souls we reflect on the birth pains we experience individually and collectively, knowing that with each lent that passes we should be another step closer to the fulfilment of our relationship with the Trinity.

The sense of resigned calm that His Grace causes to descend on us, is the soul’s serenity that we require to complete our journey of Lenten faith.

The rustle of palm leaves is His whisper of strength and resolve for us to see it through to the end so that all nations will hear His Word and feel His Peace.

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#fridayfootprints – Friday 25th March 2022

The waters of our baptism are the echoes of the cross of our salvation.

Our Lenten wilderness is a journey towards a Triunal Fellowship. The purity of His presence in our daily tussle between temptation and sacrifice plays an overriding role wherever we walk along the desert floor.

Whenever we delve deeper than the surface of ourselves, He is there.

The commitments made at baptism elicit a response in self-sacrifice. The two go hand-in-hand, albeit as the droplets evaporate over time and the sacrifice becomes clouded with worldly affairs. Through meditation, we seek to open our souls to the finest nuances of His whispers. It is then, in our soul-silence that His peace descends upon us filling us with an indescribable joy capable of dispelling any doubts as to where our sacrifice should begin!

We strive for holiness, Lord. Be patient with your children. Amen.

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#fridayfootprints – Friday 11th March 2022

We each have our own wilderness.

These are our own footsteps that stumble over the rock-strewn floor of our belief, and we all feel the blast of the desert sands that erodes away at the fabric of our faith.

Each pitfall is just another cubicle of sin in the vessel of our lives that needs to be exposed and laid bare. Such is the purpose of Lent!

When our silent hidden thoughts are louder than the hymns sung by choirs of angels, we should assess the scale of our own sacrifice and what is expected of us. Prompted by the Holy Spirit, we dwell on the sins of the world that entangle our psyche into a war within ourselves – a battle for the salvation of the cross to triumph over our earthly existence.

Our desert temptation is a lifelong struggle where we get a chance to review the depth of the Lenten sacrifice and the whispers of His Word lend strength to our frail heart, yellowed in trepidation!

We beseech you, Lord; braven our hearts and bring us safely through our wilderness with a deeper understanding of a life lived for You. Amen!

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#fridayfootprints – Friday 4th March 2022

And so, we begin our journey through the wilderness of our existence. Footsteps over the terrain of our faith and belief system and what it asks of us!

Our Lenten path is soaked in the blood of the ultimate sacrifice. The stepping stones of our carefully trodden steps cannot avoid traversing the blood He shed for us if we are indeed to be His followers.

The question we must ask is: What is the colour of our blood?

What is the ultimate sacrifice we are prepared to make?

This goes way beyond chocolates!

We are asked to give up ‘ourselves’. Our ego! As ultimately it is our ego that is the ‘riches’ we must sacrifice. Every whisper, every answered prayer comes down to this truth. We must live for Him, with Him in us and through us.

Each Lent should be one footstep closer in this direction, one more element of what we are prepared to sacrifice to let The Living Christ shine through us.

“It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me” (Gal 2:20) becomes the clarion call of Lent.

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#fridayfootprints – Friday 2nd April 2021

On this day in our Christian calendar, one sacrifice requires another – the death to self.  The most difficult sacrifice that I (we) face daily.

What more can we say as we listen to His whispers in the wilderness that sound out as a cry to our father in Heaven?

“Into your hands I commit my Spirit ..”  – my life, my work, my passion, my all.

Be with me Lord in the days of my lifetime ahead because this is the hardest thing to do!

Into your hands, where I can feel you as I am cherished in the palms of creation. Into your hands where I can feel your Peace engulf me. Into your hands I place my complete trust that our relationship is bound in an everlasting union, on earth as it will be in heaven.

Lord. let your whispers pierce me that I may walk with your guiding hand on a journey through eternity.

Into your hands!

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