Thanks be to God

Good evening.
I thought I was going to have to wait and come back after rush hour, so I thought I would be back very late as it is a long journey. Thus I thought I wouldn't be able to blog today.

Today has been a helpful experience, I am sure. I am very very tired now. And tomorrow is another big day.

Today I will share a Battered Sheep article that reminds me of the hymn that was posted on Bob's blog a while back.  http://www.batteredsheep.com/fishermen.html
Personally I do not see anything wrong with theological training as long as Ministry is done based on Christ's teaching and looking to the Bible for guidance. And is not used for greed, perversions, untruths, abuse of power, and other abuses and wrongs.
After all, the disciples were taught, by Jesus.

I will also share the hymn.
It is all a good reminder of what it is all about.


1.
Inspired by love and anger,
disturbed by endless pain,
informed of God's own bias,
we ask him once again:
'How long must some folk suffer?
How long can few folk mind?
How long dare vain self interest
turn prayer and pity blind?'

2 From those forever victims
of heartless human greed,
their cruel plight composes
a litany of need:
'Where are the fruits of justice?
Where are the signs of peace?
When is the day when prisoners
and dreams find their release?'

3 From those forever shackled
to what their wealth can buy,
the fear of lost advantage
provokes the bitter cry,
'Don't query our position!
Don't criticise our wealth!
Don't mention those exploited
by politics and stealth!

4 To God, who through the prophets
proclaimed a different age,
we offer earth's indifference,
its agony and rage:
'When will the wrong be righted?
When will the kingdom come?
When will the world be generous
to all instead of some?'

5 God asks, 'Who will go for me?
Who will extend my reach?
And who, when few will listen,
will prophesy and preach?
And who, when few bid welcome
will offer all they know?
And who, when few dare follow,
will walk the road I show?'

6 Amused in someone's kitchen,
asleep in someone's boat,
attuned to what the ancients
exposed, proclaimed and wrote,
a saviour without safety,
a tradesman without tools
has come to tip the balance
with fishermen and fools.