Remember the little things #8
I have been reflecting greatly upon the first miracle of Our Lord which took place in Cana of Galilee, when, as a guest at a wedding, He changed water into wine. (John 2:1-11) The sheer grace and magnitude of this sign left me reflecting on how we work miracles and show hospitality in lockdown mode?
Yesterday I had a knock on the door and there outside were two parishioners kindly and most generously bringing me some household items. As they stepped back two metres, it gave me the opportunity to offer them some incense, charcoal, floats, wicks and candles for their worship at home. We exchanged some kind and encouraging words through the “Chapel “window and they left.
I know others from our God blessed Community who also go to the help of the poor, shop for the housebound and enrich the lives of others by their invitation to join them with online fellowship.
However, I must tell you I show hospitality to some winged secret” guests .” Angels maybe in the Divine services, but I am talking about feeding the birds. Each day I leave some morsels of bread or nuts on my garden wall but whilst my back is turned they swoop down and take that which is given! So no photos!
We too can change bitter waters into sweet wine if we show compassion, kindness and meekness.
The poem which follows is dedicated to my dearly departed spiritual father who showed me great kindness and hospitality and whose meekness was beyond compare.
The Wedding Banquet
John2:2 “Now both Jesus and His disciples were invited to the wedding.”
In South Cambridge Newnham terraces*, a place of late Victorian Mews
Where once the Deans of Cambridge held romantic rendezvous;
There is greater love in West View, which is from the east and old
That issues forth from Cana where living streams bear gold.
Where once the Saviour graced a marriage and turned water into wine
His disciples now shelter others in the branches of His Vine.
Here dwells a confluence of Christian souls of hearts and constant minds
Since “Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.”
Such living streams of wisdom meander to a calm Bethesda pool
“Love never ends,” it is eternal for “Love is not time’s fool.”
“Love bears all things, believes all things hopes and endures all things”
Transcending any human love and in hands of angels brings
The indwelling of the Holy Guest with an invitation to the poor
To glimpse the wedding feast of the Father’s House through a simple terraced door.
“Oh, what great happiness and bliss, what exaltation it is to
address oneself to the Eternal Father. Always, without fail, value
this joy which has been accorded to you by God’s infinite grace
and do not forget it during your prayers; God, the angels and
God’s holy men listen to you.”
St. John of Kronstadt
*This poem refers to the home of my spiritual father and his Khouriya in Cambridge, England, and their enduring love.
My love and prayers,