Sunday, May 1, 2011

Two copper coins

Over Easter weekend I found myself reading a lot of beautifully written Christian blogs, reflecting on different aspects of Good Friday and Easter.  One or two of them were meaningful and inspiring posts reflecting deeply on profound passages of scripture, but were so beautifully written that I came away feeling more discouraged than encouraged by them.  I could never achieve that level of closeness to God, or depth of spirituality. 

I know I’m not being fair on these writers.  I have no doubts about the sincerity of their faith.  They probably just don’t write about the less spiritual parts of their lives.

I wrote last year about trying to find a deeper faith.  But reality falls far short of that goal. 

I awake in the morning with the best of intentions, and on Good Days I even fit in a prayer time between my shower and breakfast.  (The Not-So-Good Days seem to be the majority.) I go through each day mostly just thinking about the task in front of me – family, work, household chores.  I get to the end of the day, bundle the children into bed and crash onto the sofa with my laptop and relax by surfing online until the screen starts to get hazy.  If I’m not too tired, and it’s a Good Day I might even write a bit in my journal before turning out the light.  On the whole, I don’t feel very spiritual most of the time.

As I’ve been thinking about this, I’ve realised I need to stop comparing my faith with others. 

 20 Peter turned and saw that the disciple whom Jesus loved was following them. … 21 When Peter saw him, he asked, “Lord, what about him?”

 22 Jesus answered, “If I want him to remain alive until I return, what is that to you? You must follow me.” (John 21:20-22, New International Version, ©2011)

All I can be responsible for is me, and my own response to God.  I can only write about the journey as I find it. 

The reality is this: on the Good Days when I do make the time to pray, it is worth the effort.  I’m not saying anything miraculous happens.  I don’t “sense the presence of God” in any way, or “hear His voice” or even “receive a revelation from scripture”.  But it makes a difference to me that I’ve stilled myself down to reflect and listen.

I’ve been looking back to where I was at a few days after the earthquake, the prayer I prayed then was:

Here I am, Lord. 
I am wounded and broken, my spirit is raw and bleeding. 
My hands and heart are empty, I have nothing to offer, nothing to give. 
But I am here.CopperCoin 015a

The wounded and broken feelings are healing, but I still feel like I have  nothing to offer.  I offer who I am, and it doesn’t seem very much.  It’s like I’ve only got two copper coins, compared to the many rich gifts of others.

But I am here.  And this is my offering.


  1. This is a lovely post. I think you got it right in your reading of John 21, "don't compare."

    Running a blog with a job and three children must be really, really challenging. I find it hard to keep up with only very part-time work on our family's business, and 2 independent girls, 12 today and 16.

    I have long wanted to reach the state in which prayer is instinctive, and I can pray through my day--but getting better at this is only a very slow, very gradual process.


  2. Thank you for your feedback and encouragement Anita. It's one thing to know what I'm aspiring to, it's another to know how to get there.

    I've been enjoying your posts, too.

  3. I can totally relate to this post!
    Thanks for being my latest follower...and right back atcha! nice to meet you through cyberspace.
    I just cant even imagine what you must be going through down there in Christchurch! :( Hugs!

  4. Thank you for your hugs and thoughts and prayers Jacksta. They are appreciated more than you can realise.

  5. Bundles of thanks for sharing such awesome coins thanks for sharing and just keep up the good work.

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  7. I think you've missed my point, Emma. The coins are metaphorical.