Centre Spiritualist Church

Reflections ~ 2004

December 2004

My Christmas Wish For You

In the rush of the morning
When the sun shines through the gray
And the whole wide world is waiting
For the beauty of the day.

The reverence of the season
Brings precious thoughts of you
My faithful friends who stand with me
Steadfast just as you do.

Christmas is a special time
To try and stay in touch
With those who have supported me
I thank you very much.

I wish you a Merry Christmas
Of love through and through
A New Year of prosperity
And may all your dreams come true.

Ginny Bryant ~ December 2004

November 2004

"As you travel through life's voyage,
remember to pause occasionally to
witness the beauty of God's creation."

October 2004

"On Even Keel"

Lord, teach me to walk that narrow path
And be on an even keel.
Some days, I'm up and other days down;
Just like a yo-yo is how I feel.

Pull my strings and, with You,
I'll be riding on high.
Moon beams, rainbows, and
Sparkling stars will light up the sky.

Never let me fluctuate or go astray,
Be deeply pitted in my heart, come what may.
Grant me wisdom to do my very best.
Let me go to the head of the class
And pass every crucial test.

When dark clouds come storming in,
Throw me an anchor and let me swim.
Give me the strength to witness
And tell people about salvation ...

That leads to a better life,
That includes only You.
Let them smell rose's
And taste the morning dew.

Guide me down that narrow path
And let me be on even keel.
I'm on that mountain top and,
Jesus, that's how You make me feel.

© 2004 ~ Nancy Hoback


September 2004

Imagine

Imagine the battle going on all around
And we have found an indention in the ground.

We take out our testaments, read the good words,
And know, in our hearts, HE HEARD EVERY WORD!

Imagine the battle, when we're so refreshed!
Imagine the soldiers we can infect!

Imagine HIM coming, to lay by our side;
Our paraclete, faithful, our Eternal guide!!

© 2004 ~ Joan Clifton Costner

August 2004

Sleepless

As I sit by my window in the quiet of the night
The moon shining up above, a wide circle of light.
The depths of my thoughts suddenly become crystal clear
Don't worry I say, be very still there is noting at all to fear.

The muddle of confusion overwhelming even to me
Suddenly blinded by far away thoughts, that others cannot see.
Ascending from my box of fear, I huddle in dark and gloom
I'm startled and suddenly aware of the glow in my lonely room.

It isn't just me that is all alone hiding in the night;
This sudden depression I feel, I know that I alone must fight.
I feel the nearness oh so close of a spiritual hue
Love floods my heart as I sat there, knowing not what to do.

I'll sit here for a short while, meditate and pray
For a better safe tomorrow and a brighter happier new day.
I'll pray for the answer that I desperately need to hear
My thought's once again tell me, there is nothing I should fear.

© Ginny Bryant ~ 24 May 2004

July 2004

Letting Go

To let go doesn't mean to stop caring,
it means I can't do it for someone else.
To let go is not to cut myself off, it's
 the realization that I can't control another.

To let go is not to enable, but to allow learning
from natural consequences.
To let go is to admit powerlessness, which
means the outcome is not in my hands.
To let go is not to try to change or blame
 another, I can only change myself.

To let go is not to care for, but to care about.
To let go is not to fix, but to be supportive.
To let go is not to judge, but to allow
another to be a human being.
To let go is not to be in the middle
arranging all the outcome, but to allow
others to effect their own outcomes.

To let go is not to be protective, it is to permit
another to face reality.
To let go is not to deny, but to accept.
To let go is not to nag, scold, or argue,
but to search out my own shortcomings
and to correct them.

To let go is not to adjust everything to
my desires, but to take each day as it comes,
and to cherish the moment.
To let go is not to criticize or regulate anyone,
but to try to become whatever dream I can be.
To let go is not to regret the past,
but to grow and live for the future.
To let go is to fear less and to love more.

June 2004

FRIENDSHIPS 

What do we want from the friendships we make?
Someone to care, to be genuine, not fake.
To listen when need be, to help if they can.
To be trusting, sincere, to hold out their hand.

This kind of commitment is hard to find.
But when it happens they are one of a kind.
You look to your friend for support every day.
Your troubles are shared as you go on your way.

You give and you take each others views.
Enjoy a good gossip, but not unkind news.
There’s time to be happy and times to be sad.
Friendships grow strong, the best you have had.

 Then in our hearts another friend will appear.
His love, compassion, truth is very clear.
He is our Father in Heaven, our best friend.
And His friendship will be for always till the end.

Friendships are made, friendships are broken.
A true friend of God has His love well spoken.
It’s up to you to be a good friend.
To care and share, be there to mend.

Offer your hand in friendship to others in need.
Such rewards are yours from doing good deeds.
Wonderful moments, friends plenty or few.
Only you can make your friendships true.

 ©1997 ~ Eunice E Powe.
All Rights Reserved.

TODAY

Today is for the living
Why sit around and stew
How can you be so bored with life
When there’s so much to do. 

Outside a new day’s dawning
It’s full of victory
Must you be so tired of life
With such a world to see. 

Yesterday’s trials are in the past
For them you’ve paid the sum
So go ahead and live today
Tomorrow may not come.

   © Marilyn Ferguson ~ July 03,1990

    THE CRUCIFIXION

They placed the cross upon his back
Yet no one seemed to care
The weight across his shoulders
Seemed more then he could bear.

 The spikes were driven in his hands
And pounded through his feet
The ones who had convicted him
Were cheering in the street.

 The crown of thorns placed on his head
Brought blood upon his brow
The day of prophecy had come
He had to face it now. 

 The sins of man were laid to rest
He bore a heavy loss
The agony he must of felt
As he hung there on the cross. 

The innocent blood of Jesus Christ
Was shed for all to see
The son of God was crucified
And died for you and me.

© Marilyn Ferguson ~ January 04, 2001

Attitude Determines Attitude

I woke up early today, excited over all I get to do before the clock
strikes midnight. I have responsibilities to fulfill today.
I am important.
My job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have.

Today I can complain because the weather is rainy
or I can be thankful that the grass
is getting watered for free.

Today I can feel sad that I don't have more money
or I can be glad that my finances
encourage me to plan my purchases
wisely and guide me away from waste.

Today I can grumble about my health
or I can rejoice that I am alive.

Today I can lament over all that my parents
didn't give me when I was growing up or
I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.

Today I can cry because roses have thorns
or I can celebrate that thorns have roses.

Today I can mourn my lack of friends
or I can excitedly embark upon a quest to
discover new relationships.

Today I can whine because I have to go to work
or I can shout for joy because I have a job
to do. I can complain because I have to go
to school or eagerly open my mind and fill
it with rich new tidbits of knowledge.

Today I can murmur dejectedly because I have to do
housework or I can feel honoured because
the Lord has provided shelter for my mind,
body and soul.

Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped.
And here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the
shaping. What today will be like is up to me.
I get to choose what kind of day I will have!

Author unknown
 

February 2004

A Heavenly Home

A world beyond this earthly home
There dwells another place
A point beyond the moon and stars
And somewhere lost in space.

A place where heavenly angels sing
With flowing robes of white
A place amongst the rainbows
And radiant beams of light.

A place where peace and love is found
Before the throne of God
A place where splendid streets are paved
And saintly prophets trod.

A place where darkness never comes
Where everything is new
A place that glows with holy light
And shines the whole day through.

A place that has no tears to dry
There is no hurt or pain
A place for us to praise our Lord
And never die again.

A place that boasts of mansions high
Mine eyes will soon behold
A place where Jesus calls to me
And waits on streets of gold.

 © Marilyn Ferguson ~ January 08, 2001

January 2004