Bha làn thìd agam smuaineachadh air, ach ‘ se seo a chiad uair a-riamh a sgrìobh mi blog ann an Gàidhlig! Bu chaomh leum tòrr mòr a bharrachd sgrìobhadh Gàidhlig a dheanamh, ach mar is tric, chan eil càil gam ghluasad gu leòr airson fiu’s feuchainn air.
Thòisich mi a’ sgrìobhadh leabhar chloinne ann an Gàidhlig nuair a bha mi ag obaor ann an Uig, ach cha deach mi faisg air airson bliadhna neo dhà. Tha làn thìd agam tilleadh thuige. Leugh mi troimhe an latha eile agus chòrd e rium, agus chòrd e ri daoine eile ris an do sheall mi e cuideachd. Na smuaineachainn air dòigh airson crìoch a chuir air an donas rud, ‘s dòch’ gun gabhainn orm a thogail an àrd air ais.
Tha cus agam ri dhèanamh an drasd, ‘s mi gus a dhol as mo chiall le deanamh deiseil airson a’ Mhòd ionadail. Agus mar as àbhaist, tha mi seachd searbh sgith dha na h-òrain a chaidh a thaghadh, gu sonraichte ‘Griog Shuil’. Luiginn sgal a thoirt dha. Cò a riamh a tha a’ taghadh na h-òrain a tha sin? Chan iad a dh’fhèumas èisteachd riutha a h-uile latha airson còrr air trì miosan…
For those who don’t know, Alan Johnston is a highly respected and talented journalist for the BBC. He has been the Gaza correspondent for the last 3 years and has reported fairly and even-handedly on the myriad tense situations he has encountered.
His abandoned car was found in Gaza on the 12th of March and there have been no confirmed sightings, although some previously unknown activists claimed to have killed him, before other sources claimed he was still alive. He has certainly been abducted, although nobody knows who by, or for what purpose. His kidnapping has been universally condemned (ironically, even by Iran!).
63 days later, we still don’t know where he is or if he’s alive or dead. It’s tragic that someone who was so dedicated to speaking out and trying to draw attention to the plight of the impoverished and disaffected in Gaza would be taken and held by the very people he has been aiming to help for these last few years.
Alan is much missed and we pray for him and his family, that they will be reunited soon and none the worse for their ordeal.
My wife is a hidden poet. She writes, and some of it deserves a wider audience. I thought you might like to read this one. It spoke to me and I think it might speak to you too…
Silence is interrupted by the sound of the rain falling
Yet, O Lord I hear you calling.
You called me from the depths of darkness
Called me back to you.
“Hush now, my child. Hear the rain!
Now I’ve opened your ears
Like raindrops falling from the leaves
The sadness in your heart will catch the sun
Making colours of the rainbow.
Remember my promise.
In this, learn your tears are turned to glorious colours
For the world to see.
Now I have opened your eyes.
When the wind blows
The leaves are scattered.
Man gathers those leaves
Yet they are dead
But the seeds in the fruit will grow
And manifest themselves in your heart.
My fruitful child,
Now I have opened your heart.
Listen to the birds’ song
They sing always; pleasing to your ears.
Look what I have done for you.
I have given you a voice.
Sing my praises
As heaven rejoices with you.
Speak my Name on your lips.
I am the Truth.
My child, you are my daughter.
I see your heart.
(How beautiful you have become!)
When you walk with me
You shine, you love, you see
And your heart sings!
Look what I have done for you!
With my hand in yours
You are no longer in the wrong direction.
You’re coming closer to me.
Walk with me forever
And you shall live.
See my face,
Your Father xxx”
“The true children of God are those who let God’s Spirit lead them…” Romans 8 v14
Ratiocinate: go through logical processes, reason, esp. using syllogisms.
Now watch closely, children, as I ratiocinate…
All penguins can swim.
Some people can swim; therefore some people are penguins.
I thank you. Please ratiocinate at will in the comments box provided. Just clean up after yourself, OK?
I’ve just finished reading “Surprised by Joy” by C.S. Lewis, in which Lewis gives an account of his drifting away from and subsequent return to Christianity. Out of the whole book, the one part that most jumps out at me is this incredible picture he paints for us. Let me give some background…
Lewis had drifted from Christianity to atheism over a long period of time where he ‘learned’ God out of existence, so to speak. In encountering a range of people and writers over the next few years of his life, he gradually and painfully came back to theism, but refused to believe in the relational God of christianity, preferring to call God “Absolute” – a sort of over-arching creative force, but not a person you could meet or relate to. To be able to relate to God in a personal way was to Lewis like saying that Shakespeare and Hamlet could meet. Impossible.
And here’s where the beauty steps in. Lewis realises over time that Shakespeare and Hamlet could meet. But only if Shakespeare wrote himself into the story, and he would have to take the initiative himself, because Hamlet can’t do it. And by writing himself into OUR story through the incarnation, God shows his desire to relate to us.
Isn’t that just freaking beautiful?