I got up quite early on Saturday, had a shower, got dressed and had eaten breakfast by 7.15. Before I went downstairs though after getting dressed I decided my bedroom windows needed cleaning. The early morning sunshine really shows up the dirt on the windows that normally would only seem a little dusky. As we can open the windows inward cleaning them isn’t difficult. The day was promising to be very warm and sunny and although I had ideas of working in the garden I thought the better of it and decided not to. I would get very little done in the heat of the day and what I had in mind to do can be done any time. So I sat outside on the patio with a cup of coffee and a magazine to read. Every quarter I receive a copy, in fact two copies of ‘Prophetic Vision’. It is produced by the ministry of David Hathaway a well-known evangelist in Christian circles who spreads the word of God throughout Europe, Russia, Israel and other places. In his latest publication he talks about the responsibility of every Christian to spread the Gospel message of hope and eternal salvation through the only means possible, through Jesus Christ. It is a subject dear to my heart and has been ever since I became ‘born again’. Although we have this responsibility we have to rely on The Holy Spirit to work through us, we cannot do it in our own strength but we can expect much rejection of the message too.
It isn’t about saving people or pointing out their sins either, that is God’s responsibility. Our responsibility is to deliver the message, it is a question of giving people the choice, the opportunity to hear and respond. It says in Scripture, how can people hear the message unless someone tells them (paraphrased)? It is an obligation and a duty I take seriously so I pray for opportunities to be involved. I wasn’t going to talk about this subject in this post today but as reading the message in the magazine was a part of my day I included it. It was around ten o’clock when I decided to go for a walk, stopping off in the village to make a bank deposit first of all and then continuing as my feet directed me. On arriving in the village I found the main road over the level crossing had been temporarily closed there and also a couple of hundred metres beyond to allow a local open street market to set up for the day. This is the first time I have seen this happen specifically in our village but we often have such things in the town centre. I wasn’t there to browse the stalls and in any case most were still under construction at that hour. After leaving the bank I took the back streets into town stopping along the way to look at the parking facilities near to a job I was to do very early on Monday morning. I learned later when I phoned the person I would be working for that she had seen me there and wondered who it was. She couldn’t call out to me for she was engaged on the phone. I slowly continued on my way into the busiest part of town but I wanted to bypass the area and head down to the beach. There were many people in town, too many for me, I like things to be a little quieter and I get that on the part of the beach I generally visit, which is nearer to home. I ended up sitting on top of the sand dunes eating wild blackberries and looking out to sea. The tide was out as is often the case in Southport and when it is out the sea can be well over a mile away. Still it is peaceful down there. I sat there for more than an hour before returning home around one o’clock. E was still at home but soon was to eat lunch and then go out for the rest of the day. She had been baking some sausage rolls to take to a party of sorts at her mom’s house for it was her mom’s birthday on Saturday. It would have been my mom’s birthday today, the eleventh as you read this, sadly she died back in 1997. I didn’t see E again until the evening. I prepared my own lunch later in the afternoon as I hadn’t been hungry earlier. I then spent more time out in the garden disrupting the activity of the thousands of ants emerging from their nests to fly off and invade new places, probably in my own garden too! I hate the little blighters. Come next season I shall be ready with the poison and I’ll need lots of it. When I returned indoors later, I did spend time relaxing on the patio by the way, I noticed a lone wood-pigeon eating its evening meal on the lawn. Ants were on the menu it seemed.