Monthly Letter – April 2019

Dear Friends

Growth is integral to what we’re about. Numerical growth; and spiritual growth.

We’re up for growth. And down on our knees for growth as well: we’re with our friend Jabez, who was down on his knees, beseeching the God of Israel – “Oh that You would bless me and enlarge my territory!” (1 Chron.4.10).

We’re given every encouragement in the Bible to harbour such aspirations, to be eager for this sort of growth. Right from the start, after all, the early church knew some astonishing growth (numerical and spiritual); and they seemed to take it all entirely in their stride.

They experienced it. They expected it. They exhorted it. And they explained it all by reference simply to God.

Growth – even the sort of phenomenal growth which the early church knew – growth like that was not some random fluke, some chance and timely concurrence of a range of significant influences.

Growth, they could see – growth was bound up with who God is and what He does.

God makes things grow. The first disciples had seen such growth, seen God at work, first-hand. They’d watched how Jesus grew food for the thousands from a young lad’s simple packed lunch. They’d seen how Jesus, in the first of His ‘signs’, had grown wine by the gallon out of that which had started as water. They’d seen, that is – they’d seen first hand both numerical growth in the feeding of the 5,000, and ‘spiritual’ growth in the stunning transformation of water into wine. Growth in the sense of multiplication, and growth in the sense of transformation. Both effected by the Lord.

God makes things grow. Not in any merely ‘occasional’ way, in the sense that if there does just happen to be some growth, then we’re to give the Lord the credit. But rather in a much more ‘intentional’ or even ‘essential’ way – as in, that’s just who He is and what He always does: He makes things grow.

And just try stopping Him! It’s there from the start of the Bible in the account of God’s creation. An ‘expanding universe’ is, therefore, no more than what you’d have come to expect once you sussed out who God is and what He does and how the very essence of His great creative genius is – He makes things grow.

Growth is never a fluke: but it isn’t magic either. There isn’t any secret, snap-your-fingers, ‘abracadabra’ formula whereby you pray the right prayer and .. boom! .. growth is magically pulled like a rabbit from your ecclesiastical headware. Growth involves hard work. Careful planning, faithful pastoring, anointed preaching.

As a body of leaders we’ve been working at this. We recognize that good leadership will mean, and issue in, real growth. We understand the challenge of that.

We understand that that’s what leaders are there for in God’s church. Their role is to ‘present everyone fully mature in Christ’ (Col.1.28): growth is what they work for in the life of the church of God – that ‘transformation’ growth whereby we each are growing in maturity: and, in many ways as a result of that, ‘multiplication’ growth as well.

Such growth, as I say, is neither a fluke nor the wave of a magic wand. It’s something we have to work at, a skill we have to develop. The skill of a ‘shepherd leader’. For that is the commonest term the Bible has used to describe the sort of leadership required in securing this growth in Christ’s church. Shepherd.

And as often as not it’s a verb. It’s a task which the leaders fulfill, not a title they choose to adopt. They are to shepherd the flock of God: feeding, shielding, guiding, restoring. And it is with this pastoral leadership (recognizing, of course, that it is always God Himself who makes things grow) – it is with this pastoral leadership that the true health, and thereby the real growth, of the people of God always begins.

It’s this, therefore, at which we’ve been working. We aspire in all things to excellence; and this significant area of our fellowship’s life is no exception. We aim, by God’s grace and for God’s glory, to afford the very highest calibre of pastoral leadership. And that involves both organizing our leadership aright and exercising this ministry well.

Our starting point, in terms of the first of these concerns at least, has been to work from a set of what we deem to be basic, self-evident truths.

We will build on all that’s good. There’s much that is pastorally good in our congregation’s life: and we have no desire or intention to ditch the lot and start from scratch. Rather we’re glad to recognize those features in the ‘structures’ of the church which serve us well, and use them as the basis for development.

So there are, for instance, many long-standing pastoral relationships which elders here have formed across the years with individuals: we want to build on, rather than to bury, such relationships, since in all such pastoral relationships the groundwork has already all been done.

Similarly, we’re very aware of the hugely important ministry of pastoral care which day by day is exercised throughout our congregation’s life. Some have long since been involved in this in a ‘formal’ sort of way, assisting as designated ‘Carers’ the elders in the various ‘pastoral care groups’ there have been: and many another, more informally, but no less significantly, are involved in affording such pastoral care to a range of different people in the life of the fellowship here. Again, far from dispensing with such a fruitful ministry, we want rather to build it into the fabric of the whole broad pastoral ministry exercised here.

Over the past three or four years as well the Community Groups have provided an important pastoral context where those involved have found support, encouragement and help as they’ve sought to learn together from God’s Word. Here, too, we see so much that is good, and are keen, thus, that these groups should be an integral part of our overall pastoral work.

Every Christian needs to be pastored. Including those who are pastors. The sheep and shepherd imagery runs right the way through the Scriptures: and that for a whole load of reasons, not the least of which is that we, like sheep, have a singular tendency to stray from the path, to lose our first love, to drift from our early commitment, to flee in the face of life’s trials, and to fall for the wiles of the devil.

We all of us need to be pastored. We all of us need the good Shepherd; and the One who is the Shepherd of the multitude too numerous to number appoints in every fellowship a group of pastoral leaders who are called by Him to shepherd well His flock.

We all of us have need of this demanding pastoral ministry, through whom we’ll be encouraged, challenged, comforted, restored; through whom we will be helped in all the ups and downs of life to grow to that maturity of faith of which I spoke, and to grow into the ministry of Christ whereby the lost are found, the blind begin to see, and countless men and women find the freedom and the fullness which they’ve sought, in Jesus Christ.

We take it as a given, therefore, that every member of the body of Christ’s local church (however loosely a person’s being a ‘member’ is defined) needs and will benefit from a designated pastor.

Every elder is a pastor. It may seem strange to make such an obvious point, but it’s a point which requires to be made. There is no other sort of elder which the Bible ever speaks about. Sometimes referred to as ‘elders’ (in terms of their spiritual maturity), and sometimes referred to as ‘overseers’ (in terms of their pastoral ministry), the calling of the local pastoral leadership is always and emphatically to ‘shepherd’, or pastor, the flock of God.

We have some 28 elders here now: and each, by definition, is a pastor. That is their calling. That should be their gifting. And that will be their primary, Christ-embodying ministry. Some may be out of the country: some may be now quite infirm. But the rest … well, they are pastors, those who at the last must give account to God for the careful cultivation of that growth which is God’s alone to give.

On the back of these three foundational premises we’re proposing that our pastoral leadership here will be exercised now in this way.

Each elder will have a number of designated individuals, for whom he’ll have that pastoral responsibility under God. Wherever a pastoral tie already exists we will aim, as I say, to retain it. And whereas in a bygone generation the allocation to an elder was done on a primarily geographical basis, our intent now is that the primary factor involved should be essentially relational.

Each member of our fellowship will also, thus, have a designated elder. We believe it’s important that each of us knows who our pastoral elder is (and that we’re each of us comfortable, too, with the pastoral elder suggested: we have given some careful thought in each case as to who that elder should be, but there’ll certainly be the chance to share any reservations you may have about the elder we suggest and to find someone more appropriate). And it’s just as important, of course, that each and every elder knows the individuals entrusted to his charge.

We envisage, of course, an inherent flexibility, recognizing that a given individual may well often gravitate to a number of different elders, and may choose, indeed, to confide in and seek out the help and support of those who are not elders as such themselves.

But the calling and thus the concern of such pastoral leadership is always to strive and ‘strenuously contend’ (Col.1.29) in the strength of the Lord to the end that we present each and every person ‘fully mature in Christ’. This sort of pattern, we’re persuaded, is how such an end’s best secured. Each elder with a designated group of individuals and the charge to “go, shepherd the flock of God”: and each individual with a designated pastor whose solemn charge under God is to “keep watch over you as those who must give an account” (Heb.13.17).

God makes things grow. We therefore both anticipate such growth and seek as best we know how to facilitate such growth. And all the while we’re crying out to God like Jabez of old, “Oh that You would bless us and enlarge our territory!”

Yours in the service of the Chief Shepherd Himself,

Jeremy Middleton

Monthly Letter – March 2019

Dear Friends

You’ll not have heard of the lady, but poor Danielle Monaghan got a bit of a fright the other day. Out on a family day trip to Belfast zoo, what did she find but a real live chimpanzee parading down the path in front of her.

Indeed the footage of this startling event which was then posted on social media showed a little girl clearly risking upping the ante a bit when she shouted out, “Don’t escape, you bad little gorilla!” Like a gorilla, chimp or even an orang-utang is going to pay much heed to a little child like that and immediately say “Oh, I’m so sorry”!

We can well excuse a girl her size for thinking a chimpanzee is as good as a wanna-be gorilla: she certainly grasped that it’s a bad and worrying sign when beasts whose home is the jungle escape from their safe enclosures and start prowling around our streets.

Nor, it would seem, was this an isolated incident. A few weeks prior to the little chimp’s scary jailbreak, a runaway red panda cub had also breached its confinement and made itself quite at home in a local garden.

These things happen. I know. Nothing to worry about at all, we’re assured. As the zoo-keeper quickly explained – “They … know they’re not supposed to be out of their enclosure, so got back in themselves.” Like the good little boys and girls they are. Of course.

But it did leave me wondering if this was not somehow a sign to our society, a gentle, timely warning of the dangers which await us if we keep on treading down the path on which we’re set.

Are we perhaps under God not meant to be seeing that the jungle drums are beating and the ‘beasts of the jungle’ are somehow now being mobilized? Because I heard of poor Danielle’s adventure, and I saw the video footage of the incident, on the back of our reading together one Sunday night that sobering little episode on the outskirts of the ancient town of Bethel when Elisha invoked the curse of God on the town’s collected yobbos: and out from the woods came two big bears and mauled no less than 42 of these brash and disdainful young lads.

That sort of story simply doesn’t go down all that well today, does it? What a nasty little man the prophet must surely have been, our politically correct contemporaries are bound to retort. They’d have had the prophet cuffed and put in prison in a trice today.

But the man knew his business. And his Bible. Including the book of Leviticus. And a good job too that he hadn’t succumbed to temptation and skipped this part of God’s Scriptures. He knew the score. He knew what the Lord had flagged up for His people in advance, for precisely such times as he lived in.

“If you remain hostile towards me and refuse to listen to me,” the Lord had said, “I will multiply your afflictions seven times over, as your sins deserve. I will send wild animals against you, and they will rob you of your children, destroy your cattle and make you so few in number that your roads will be deserted… “ (Lev.26.21f)

Tough love. The Bible isn’t kidology: God means what He says. This sort of provision, however uncomfortable some today may feel it to be – this sort of provision was actually a covenant mercy. Really.

Shocking, says society: absolutely shocking!

Well, yes. Exactly that, a deliberate shock to the system: in much the same way as that high-pitched screech of your smoke alarm (which is often so hard to switch off!) is meant to grab your attention and shock you out of any tired complacency, and recognize the danger that you’re in.

The Bethel bears, trundling out of the woods at the prophet’s behest (and there were only two, remember: what a genuine mercy it was that there weren’t any more!) – these Bethel bears were a shocking sort of smoke alarm designed to wake a wayward nation up and help them see how dangerous was their arrogant defiance of the living God, their radical dispensing with their biblical roots.

It was graphic stuff. For them: and for us. For the Bethel bears are maybe not all that different from the Belfast beasts – we’re back to the chimp and the red panda cub breaking free from their wooded confinement in Belfast zoo and running amok on the road.

A ‘sign’, a dramatic and graphic visual aid. If you won’t have Jesus’ law, then it’s the law and the life of the jungle you’ve chosen to have. That’s always the bottom-line choice. It’s Jesus’ law, or jungle law.

And to that people back then in the northern kingdom of Israel who’d so disdainfully torn up His script, dispensed with His Word, and removed those solid foundations He had graciously given – well, it’s like the Lord was politely saying to that people – ‘Have a taste then, now, of the life of the jungle, and see what the law of the jungle is like: you really want that?’

Because that’s what always happens. Remove those biblical roots which tie a people’s living to the safety of the Word of God, and you remove as well the restraints which keep the ‘beasts of the jungle’ at bay: there’s a frightening sort of ‘gravitational pull’ in the spiritual realm, which rapidly sees us spiraling back to the darkness, void and chaos which God’s great creative genius first addressed.

There’s the bizarre and bewildering chaos of the increasingly a-moral quagmire which our restless, rootless culture has created as the playground for its self-indulgent life.

There’s the ‘emptiness’ which so many experience today in lives devoid of meaning, purpose and point – an emptiness which they try to fill with any number of things which invariably all evaporate and leave them feeling emptier now than ever.

There’s the darkness, too, which has come upon our land: the dark and suffocating smoke from the braziers into which, with contemptuous defiance, the truths of God’s Word have been thrown: the dark, depressing clouds of fear and of foreboding, spewing out from the chimneys of the factories of secular thought, as the social, political, and even the environmental, fabric of society seems to be now falling apart at the seams.

Remove the biblical roots on which our society’s long since been built … and (perhaps unwittingly) we remove the restraints as well. A society gets sucked back very quickly to the Genesis 1.2 state, where our only hope is found at the end of that verse – “and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.”

This land in which we live has been singularly blessed by God in His grace over countless generations. Perhaps few if any countries in the world have known such grace, so often, over such a long period of time.

Think back to those days, far back across the centuries, when first Ninian, then more remarkably still Columba, brought the message of the gospel to our land, and you’ll get some sense of just how extensive, in a temporal sense, has been God’s gracious dealings with our land.

Consider the spiritual ‘giants’ whom again and again the Lord has  been pleased in His mercy to raise up – men and women whose love for the Lord, focused as it always was emphatically on God’s Son and rooted as it ever was so confidently in God’s Word – consider the lengthy catalogue of spiritual giants who bestrode this land across the passing generations and see the lasting impact of their Spirit-powered zeal for Jesus Christ, as every single facet of our nation’s life was forged and shaped in the truths of holy Scripture: law and education; family life and politics – all the major institutions of our national life were deliberately and thoroughly rooted in the Word of God.

Little wonder that, across so many centuries (really from the time of Columba and his missionaries onwards), the influence for good upon the nations of the world in virtually every sphere of life – the influence of this small and sparsely populated nation at the far-out western fringes of the continent has been entirely out of all proportion to its size.

Our roots went deep, far down in the rich, nutritious soil of Scriptural truth.

Our history has been checkered, that’s for sure: and there are, without a doubt, all sorts of flaws in the psyche of our nation’s life. But notwithstanding that, those roots always served as a gracious restraint, preventing the erosion which would leave our land a barren, desert wasteland in the purposes of God.

The architects of Babel, though, have marched into our nation’s life: avant-garde and arrogant, with axes in their hands, they’ve stormed the country’s citadels of power and brought their diggers in to hack away, and do away with, all those ancient roots, and build instead across our land a replica of Babel once again.

Jesus’ law is ousted. The jungle law of Judges takes its place. “Everyone did as they saw fit.”

And the bears of Bethel come out of the wood. The chimps and the pandas start roaming the street. And the Lord starts asking the question thereby – ’Here’s a little taster for you all: is it really the jungle you want?’

Welcome to Scotland 2019! Dark, chaotic and empty.

Is it too much to hope, is it too late to hope, that, in the riches of His mercy, the Spirit of God may still be thus ‘hovering over the waters’? For if He is, then surely what crying need there is in these days for the people of God, above all else, to be urgent and earnest in prayer – and yes, a crying need, crying out for the mercy of God to be shown once again in a fresh and mighty moving of His Spirit, and for the gracious, saving power of His Word to be released once more in re-creative grace.

Yours in the service of Christ our Lord and Saviour,

Jeremy Middleton

Monthly Letter – February 2019

Dear Friends

It’s not for nothing that the ‘logo’ for Alpha is simply a question mark.

People have questions: questions which they want to ask and air, even if they are not always quite so keen on the answers. We’re inquisitive creatures by nature – we were made with a hunger for knowledge, made with a drive to explore, discover and expand the horizons of our finite and limited understanding.

So we ask questions, ponder questions, like to hear questions being answered. We enjoy questions. Think of the drawing power of PMQs in Parliament every week: or the lasting appeal of the BBC’s ‘Question Time’ (on the go since 1979, as the TV version of the radio’s longer-running ‘Any Questions’, whose roots go back to 1948).

Questions are a kind of ‘telescope’ of truth, a means by which we seek both to explore and also thereby then the better to get an insight into all the wonders of God’s universe. And as such – not least in the culture of today’s ‘post-modern’ world, where everything and nothing is ‘the truth’ – as such, questions are a fruitful and important means of our engaging for the gospel with the people whom we meet.

Not a ‘Spanish Inquisition’ style of questioning, which only serves to pin the one thus questioned right against the metaphorical wall. That’s interrogation, a style of using questions which involves some verbal force and puts the person questioned into full defensive mode – hackles understandably up; position resolutely entrenched; mind inevitably closed.

That sort of question gets nowhere, in terms of our easing a person away from the view they have previously always adopted.

Gentler, subtler, far more ‘teasing’ questions are the sort I have in mind. Questions which will put the other person at their ease. Questions which convey no sense of arrogance, and carry not a hint of any finger-pointing tone. Questions which will open up discussion and facilitate reflection in an open-minded way.

There’s a short but important book we might all do well to read, which picks up on precisely this: written by Randy Newman, it’s called ‘Questioning Evangelism’.

(Don’t be confused by the title – the writer isn’t calling in question the value or significance of evangelism, so much as highlighting the role which questions can have in sharing the gospel with others!)

There’s a pastoral skill involved in our learning to ask telling questions. And the Lord Himself is the Master – as, of course, we’d expect!

Such questions began in the garden of Eden, in the wake of the truth being exchanged for a lie and the cancer of sin slipping into the world God had made. And it’s here that the first gospel message is clearly proclaimed: here that evangelistic ministry begins. Sin-stained, doomed-to-death humanity in need now of a message of deliverance and grace.

The man and the woman, however, have sneaked off into hiding – a forlorn sort of hope in the face of an all-knowing God, but the fools they’ve become (and the rebels they have shown themselves now both to be) they presume upon their out-manoeuvring God.

Camouflaged and hidden thus the two of them are in what is emphatically defensive mode. When people have adopted such entrenched, defensive postures (which as sinful, senseless rebels we invariably will do), a full-on, all-guns-blazing sort of censure only tends to strengthen such resistance and defiance on their part.

The Lord is a whole load wiser than that! There isn’t from Him a tirade of accusatory words: He doesn’t ‘throw the book’ at them (though He’d have had every good reason to do so); He doesn’t choose to hit them with deserved denunciation – “You’re a pair of good-for-nothing, hell-deserving scoundrels, who have messed up My whole universe and forfeited for ever what you might have both enjoyed.” Though He’d have been quite within His rights forthwith to do so.

Instead, there is a calculated question. “Where are you?”  He says.

He’s teasing them into some talk. ‘You tell me.’ He’s encouraging them to speak: to talk it through, to think it through, to see for themselves what they’ve done, where they’re at. To get back to being on talking terms with the God Who loves to speak. To tell them of the promise He has made: the promise which alone is their salvation.

But they’re not going to hear while hidden away in the bushes, hunkered down in defensive mode, out of earshot of the gracious, promising God. They need to be helped to come out of their enclave, to come down from their perch of pretentious self-justification. They need to be helped to see what a grave situation (in every sense) they are in, and to see what great grace is extended to them by the Lord.

It’s a question which paves the way to that prospect. “Where are you?”

Three short, tantalizing words, addressed to these two hardened hearts with a view to one important ‘gospel conversation’.

The Lord, as I say, is the Master at this art.

And it is art. It’s a part of His great creative genius, His ability to take that which is empty, chaotic and dark, that which is tainted and twisted and torn – to take such unpromising ‘rebel’ material and create out of that something new and ennobled, resplendent and sparkling with life.

It’s an art which you see Him applying Himself to in all sorts of ways in the Scriptures. See how He deals with a stubborn and moody, resentful and petulant prophet – Jonah. It’s questions He’s tossing in Jonah’s direction, again and again. “is it right for you to be angry? … Is it right for you to be angry? … Should I not be concerned..?”

Questions, questions, questions.

See how He speaks with His battered and bruised servant Job, when at last the Lord Himself pitches into the conversation Job’s been having with his so-called friends. It’s questions again. Question after question after question. Read Job 38-41 in a single sitting, and see for yourself what I mean – it’s a barrage of questions, designed as much for the ears of those Pharisaical friends (they’re still sitting in on the whole on-going discussion), who needed to hear the gospel as much as any irreligious rotter of the day.

This is ‘questioning evangelism’ through and through: questions, questions, questions as the swing-doors to a gospel proclamation, and the summons to repentance and what Paul will later call the ‘obedience of faith’. And it worked! These men all then heed that gospel message and the Lord, we’re told, won’t deal with them according to their folly (Job 42.8f). That’s surely gospel grace!

Read the gospel records and you’ll see how very often that it’s questions Jesus addresses to the folk He’s with. Remember the way He tackled the so-called ‘expert in the law’ who hadn’t got the gospel, and who was wondering what he had to do to gain eternal life (Luke 10.25ff).

See how Jesus engages with him. A question. Then a story. Then another telling question. “Which of these three do you think was a neighbour to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?” Teasing out good gospel truth.

Or think of Philip and the way that he engages with a stranger on the desert road: a sort of random conversation it would seem (not that there are ever any random conversations in the providence of God!) at an out-in-the-sticks type of café on a remote stretch of road heading south.

Philip’s a man who loves the Lord Jesus, and his heart is attuned to the promptings the Spirit is giving: he goes up to this total stranger, and triggers a gospel conversation with a simple, one-line question. “Do you understand what you’re reading?” he asks. Boom! All of a sudden this desert road has turned into a ‘highway to Zion’!

Questioning evangelism. An art which we’ll all do well to be learning.

But the ‘art’ (if it’s genuinely that) lies not just in our asking telling questions which then open up these gospel conversations, but also in our living lives so altogether different and attractive that they prompt the people round us to begin themselves to ask some searching questions.

‘What makes you tick?’ ‘How come you’re not losing the rag?’ ‘Why on earth do you choose to do that?’ ‘Where on earth do you get all your strength?’

The way we live, the words we use; the attitudes adopted and the choices made; the warmth in our relationships, the depth of our resilience. They all trigger questions in people whose paths we will cross.

Because we now live in a culture whose roots in the Bible have long since been lost, a manner of living that’s shaped by the gospel of grace always prompts such baffled questions – which become the basic platform for our sharing Jesus Christ.

It’s that we’re now going to be studying here in our Sunday morning worship. Learning to live in the love of the Lord in a way that leaves others intrigued! You can try and shut God’s people up … but you can’t stop people firing out their questions!

Yours very warmly in the service of the Lord,

Jeremy Middleton

Monthly Letter – January 2019

Dear Friends

“The word Irish is seldom coupled with the word civilization.”

With such a thoroughly politically incorrect statement, thus begins Thomas Cahill in his wonderfully titled book, ‘How the Irish saved Civilisation.’  It’s never going to be a classic, but from that opening sentence it’s a stimulating, engaging and sometimes provocative book, whose thesis may well have pertinent lessons for the Christian church in these present times.

For it’s a troubled world which meets us as we take our first tentative steps into another new year: and although it’s often with a superficial, manufactured hopefulness that we greet the calendar change, there are clouds all along the horizon which suggest there may be serious storms ahead.

The wind has got up and there’s turbulence now all around. No wonder it’s with real foreboding that many are viewing the future here in this land on the fringes of the continent. The world as we’ve known it for centuries is falling apart at the seams.

Politically there’s certainly a mess. Brexit has seen to that. It’s created, indeed, the potential not simply for growing confusion but for increasingly widespread chaos.

Morally, too, there’s a similar mess. The ‘trans’ debate and the street-wise advocates of ‘Queer Theory’ thinking have seen to that. It’s created not freedom so much as anarchy, and has birthed now a culture as mixed up, confused and self-contradicting as any our history has known.

And socially, too, there are rumblings we’re starting to register, ‘tremors’ in the fabric of our western world which are suggestive of the turmoil and trouble to come, harbingers of chaos and confusion.

There are today great ‘people movements’, not seen or known on such a scale for (quite literally) simply ages. Some of these ‘people movements’ are physical and geographical; huge waves of people surging powerfully westwards and northwards, like some great human tsunami, persuaded that there must be something better than the life they’re presently living.

War and conflict, oppression and corruption, poverty and disease, famine and hunger: rising water, lack of water … all these things and more have triggered these great waves of human movement whose impact may well prove to be as hugely devastating in effect as those terrifying tsunamis which an unseen, underwater earthquake sets in train.

But there are other ‘people movements’, too, today: movements more of ideology and thought, movements spawned in cyberspace, and growing with what sometimes seems a monster-like rapidity in the modern-day ‘laboratories’ of so-called ‘social media’ accessible to all. These movements, too, form weighty and subversive waves of thought, which sweep, tsunami-like, across the landscape of society, with little thought or care (or so it seems) for what the reconfigured landscape will be like.

Tsunamis occasion great mess. Always.

They’re not a sort of large-scale ‘irrigation project’, well-planned, controlled and monitored, resulting in improvement, growth and genuine prosperity. They have the opposite effect: the great rolling waves may look both impressive and ordered – but when they make landfall it’s chaos they always create.

There was just such a surging tsunami of people at the time of, and maybe, indeed, you might argue, as the cause of, the end of the great Roman Empire. The Huns and the Goths and the Visigoths and .. well, you’ll remember it well from your schooldays perhaps. Wave after great wave of people movements surging across the contours of this continent and sweeping aside the cultured institutions of a one-time mighty empire.

Result – chaos. What history labels the ‘dark ages’.

Which is where the Irish come in. Thomas Cahill put it like this – “.. as the Roman Empire fell, as all through Europe matted, unwashed barbarians descended on the Roman cities, looting artifacts and burning books, the Irish, who were just learning to read and write, took up the great labour of copying all of western literature – everything they could lay their hands on. These scribes then served as conduits through which the Greco-Roman and Judeo-Christian cultures were transmitted to the tribes of Europe, newly settled amid the rubble and ruined vineyards of the civilization they had over-whelmed. ..”

Some fifteen hundred years and more far down the line from then, we too now live at the end of a different empire; and we, too, are faced by the same sort of challenge today. It’s ‘rubble’ and chaos, confusion and mess, which increasingly now we, too, may be starting to see.

And if that is the case, then it’s Babel we’re seeing again (Gen.11.1-9).

Confusion is the consequence of sinful pride, that spirit of self-confidence intent upon creating a society in which the Lord will have no place at all, nor any part to play.

A new, much more sophisticated breed of ‘matted, unwashed barbarians’ have descended on the cities and the citadels of this, our much-loved land, overturning and uprooting in a calculated, and yet wholly indiscriminate way the Bible-based foundations of our life.

So here is the challenge with which we now find ourselves faced – “’When the foundations are being destroyed, what can the righteous do?’” [Psalm 11.3].

The whole of the psalm addresses this one vital theme. What do we do when tsunamis bear down on our land and their waves wreak their havoc across all of our cultural contours and all our societal landscape?

Do we simply give up, and resort to a ‘ghetto’ existence? Do we do as the psalmist had heard some suggest, and ‘flee like a bird to our mountain’? That’s to say, do we just retreat to our bunker, keep our heads right down and wait ‘til the whole thing’s blown over?

Anything but, declared David. His opening gambit is simple and short – “In the LORD I take refuge.” And how you respond when the faith-fuelled foundations are being deliberately, systematically and comprehensively destroyed is determined by that stated bedrock of faith.

We trust the LORD. Period. No matter what may be happening around us. No matter how great the turmoil.

We don’t need to hide – because He is our refuge and we hide ourselves in Him. And we refuse to lose hope – because He, the LORD, is still in charge, He sees all that’s going on, and He will sort it out.

The ‘retreat-to-your-bunker’ perspective is often the default approach which Christians are tempted to take: that ‘shrug-of-the-shoulders’, ‘some-you-win-some-you-lose’ attitude is an easier, more comfortable option, for sure.

Such was certainly the easy, ‘laissez-faire’ attitude and stance adopted by many back at the end of the 5th century, when the foundations of that ancient world were so suddenly and emphatically being destroyed: it seemed to many, as Cahill puts it, that “.. the end was no longer in doubt: their world was finished. One could do nothing but, like Ausonius, retire to one’s villa [the Roman equivalent of ‘fleeing like a bird to your mountain’], write poetry, and await the inevitable.”

And then there is this wonderful sentence from Cahill. “It never occurred to them that the building blocks of their world would be saved by outlandish oddities from a land so marginal that the Romans had not bothered to conquer it, by men so strange they lived in huts on rocky outcrops and shaved half their heads and tortured themselves with fasts and chills and nettle baths.”

He goes on to quote the respected historian Kenneth Clark – “for quite a long time .. western Christianity survived by clinging to places like Skellig Michael, a pinnacle of rock eighteen miles [I think it’s actually less than that] from the Irish coast, rising seven hundred feet out of the sea.”

Perhaps it’s our calling today in Christ to be such ‘outlandish oddities’ ourselves: men and women seeming strange and weird to the world around, who dare to buck the trend, who choose to stand on that great pinnacle of Rock we know the Lord Jesus Christ to be, risen and rising high above all seas of change, and who thereby save, for future generations, ‘til He comes again, those ‘building blocks’ of the city of God wherein that life in all its fullness is aye known.

Are you up for the adventure?

Yours very warmly in the service of the King,

Jeremy Middleton

Monthly Letter – December 2018

Dear Friends

So far as Brexit’s concerned, we’ve been there, done that and got the metaphorical T-shirt.

At least an ecclesiastical version of the thing, as, some five and more years ago now, we toiled long and hard to extricate ourselves from what was I suppose our denominational equivalent of the European Union.

(Breathe easy, this letter is not about Brexit at all!)

Negotiating any ‘exit’ deal is a hugely difficult task involving much hard work and painstaking care over long, demanding months: we know that as well as any. But that step of negotiating the exit is only a first step: and challenging as it undoubtedly was, in some ways it’s a whole load easier than the next important step we’ve been having to take – that of hammering out the call we have under God as a local, and now essentially an independent, church, and discerning how what we’re about and how we engage in our ministry here will tie in with the wider work of gospel churches here in Aberdeen.

We’re no longer a parish church, with a part to play and a patch to work (notionally anyway) within the framework of the ‘national’ church: it may well, as I say, have been not much more than a notional thing, but it was nonetheless the context of our ministry, that which ensured a distinctive definition to our life.

That ‘framework’, of course, is no more. We’re a stand-alone and independent congregation now; and as such we’re obliged under God to re-think from the start the calling we have in His work, and (by the help of the Spirit of God) to figure out the present-day parameters which serve to shape the pattern of our future life and ministry.

These are days of considerable and major upheaval – spiritually not least, but also constitutionally, politically and culturally as well: the contours of the landscape of our national life are changing with unprecedented speed. And while that should neither surprise us nor alarm us, it should make us alive to the need in these days for continual, prayerful re-assessment of our life as a local church.

In many ways this season of the Christian year, when once again the narrative of the birth of God’s own Son is rehearsed before us all – in many ways this season is itself so helpfully instructive as we think these matters through. For the birth of Jesus was highly disruptive: it occasioned a widespread upheaval, and prompted significant ‘movement’ on the part of one and all.

Joseph and Mary have their lives turned upside down, and their plans for a low-key and comfortable life as a non-descript couple up north on the quiet outer fringes of their nation’s life – well those plans are blown out of the window! They’re on the move, no matter that such movement is the height of inconvenience for a hugely pregnant, teenage Mum-to-be.

And although this couple are centre-stage in the drama of that narrative, they’re far from being the only ones whose lives are being disrupted and who find themselves obliged to change their slippers for a pair of walking boots and move outside their comfort zones.

The shepherds out there, in the fields surrounding Bethlehem, have the quietness of their night shift rudely interrupted and .. well, this one particular night shift sees them shifted down or up the hills and into town.

The well-to-do, Patrick-Moore-esque wise men of the east, gazing on the night-time sky and poring over text books through each day – they’re on the move as well. Hundreds of miles they’re constrained to be travelling together. A far-sighted, daring resolve: a lengthy and dangerous journey: and they don’t even know just exactly where their final destination is to be. Their friends must have thought they were crazy! But they’re on the move.

Even the angels of heaven get in on the action, and there they are too on the move!

When God comes into history, the whole earth shakes. Everyone feels the tremors. It’s a time of great upheaval. Scary, but significant. It’s a moving experience for all. For all who are believers, anyway. Their future (or at least the future as they previously had figured it would be) – their future is now, overnight, being overhauled and rightly redefined.

Little wonder, then, that in these days of challenging upheaval for us all, we too are re-assessing what God’s future for this fellowship entails, and how that will tie in with what He’s doing in this city and our land.

So here, as a starter for prayerful discussion and thought – here are a few first broad brush strokes to paint in the picture a bit, each of them drawn from the palette which the birth-of-Jesus narrative provides.

The message isn’t compromised at all. That’s the first thing. The upheaval which came with the birth of His Son was not on account of some panicky change of direction in the corridors of heaven: there was never a hint of the Lord somehow ditching Plan A and switching instead to a hastily drafted Plan B. What’s been promised all along by God is now being delivered at last.

It’s no different for ourselves. Our starting point in fashioning out God’s future for us here remains the same. Reliant in prayer on the gracious enabling of God, the four great core components of our calling stay the same.

ACTS. Attracting people to Jesus. Consolidating the faith of believers through clear Bible teaching. Training our members for fruitful lives of ministry. Sending out our people in the cause of gospel growth.

What happened that first Christmas, though, throws a tantalizing spotlight onto something which I think may be important in our grasping what the Lord Himself is up to in these days among us here. For there was first a significant centripetal factor in all that was then taking place. A convergence of people. A coming together. A moving towards the centre.

It’s strange how that land of God’s promise is, as a matter of geographical fact, so very much the centre of the world: a bridge between the east and west, a cross-over point between north and south. And within that land, itself so central, there’s a place which had become in time the centre-piece of so much Bible prophecy – the town in which the greatest king of Israel had his roots, and the town from which great David’s greater Son was prophesied to come. Bethlehem.

And it is to this central, significant point, in the land that is in some ways both the centre of the cartographical world and the central land of history – it’s to this central point that the movement of people is drawing them all.  Joseph and Mary coming down from the north, along with thousands and thousands of others from all the four corners of Israel: shepherds coming down off the hills: star-gazing scholars coming hundreds and hundreds of miles from the far away climes of the east: angels coming down from the heights of God’s heaven itself.

All of them strangely converging on this one central point. Bethlehem’s not just a notable town whose credentials are all from the past: the future is being fashioned now by God within her streets. Believers of all sizes, shapes and backgrounds are converging on the place. It’s significantly central.

Ponder that phenomenon. For I’m standing back and noticing something strikingly similar here!

I’m noticing first that the Lord, in His very sovereignly (very sovereignly!) giving us this building, has located us here in the centre of town, the last church standing whose doors still front on to the main street of our city. He’s always wholly intentional in all that he does: and He’s placed us here, in His wise and sovereign providence, in a strategically central location.

I’m noticing, too, that over these past many months, without our lifting a finger to bring it about, we’ve found this building being used, month on month, as a venue, right in the heart of the town, for a range of gospel events: always because we’re so central.

Powerpoint, the vibrant, SU-sponsored youth event, happening here at Gilcomston a few months back in September, and at other times on through the year: Tearfund, with their ‘Cakes, Bakes & Faith’ event hosted here in October, a pack-out occasion with crowds from all over the city, and far beyond, converging on our building for a Jesus-centred evening of worship-laden fun: the Stuart Townend concert on his ‘Courage Tour’, held here just a week or two ago, again a sell-out event drawing into our building believers and friends from the city and shire and beyond, to celebrate Jesus in testimony, music and song: the Christian Unions’ Carol service the following week, with hundreds of students packed into the building again to sound out the praises of Jesus: and then there’s the African Children’s Choir coming up in a few days’ time, whose simple and worshipful singing brings together a whole crowd of people from far and wide for a feast of warm festive praise.

All of them choosing to hold their event here at Gilc, because … well, because it’s so very central. Great crowds of people converging on us here, just as they did at Bethlehem so very long ago. Young and old. Rich and poor. Scholars, saints and sinners.

Then as well we’ve the CU group from RGU now holding their meetings each week in our halls: their request for the use of our halls coming in just because we’re so perfectly central. And now (this is hot off the press!) the monthly meeting of evangelical leaders from the city and the shire – from the start of the year that meeting will be hosted here as well: precisely because we are central. And those who’ve been the drivers of this monthly get-together mean not only that we’re central in a geographical sense, but ‘central’ too on the spectrum of evangelical churches – a safely central meeting place where those from all the compass points of evangelical life can eagerly and easily converge.

Like Mary that first Christmas, we, too, perhaps do well to be now treasuring up these things and pondering them in our hearts. In these days of considerable upheaval, there’s something of real significance taking place: the Lord is shaping the future! It’s for us to discern step by step just how we ourselves now fit in to that ongoing purpose of God in these days.

It’s not without good reason that He’s set us here in the centre!  And a part of that is undoubtedly tied to our being as a church a point of important ‘convergence’, a gathering point, perhaps it may be in some sort of sense a rallying point for the progress of the gospel in these days.

Not that the Christmas story ever ended there! The crowds who converged on that ‘little town of Bethlehem’ all went back and went out – and we must too: but that must be the story for another day!

It remains a great pleasure, a joy beyond words, to be sharing this life and adventure in Christ together with all of you here in these days. May you each and every one know the grace and the comfort of Christ Himself in the midst of all the season’s celebrations.

Yours very warmly in the service of the King,

Jeremy Middleton

Monthly Letter – November 2018

Dear Friends

I want to think with you about boldness this month.

Indeed, I’m guessing the Lord Himself means us to be addressing this theme and learning somehow to cultivate this boldness in our hearts.

We have Stuart Townend in concert here this coming month (Friday November 23rd): and the series of concerts he’s holding around the country from 20th November to 3rd December (inclusive) is entitled simply his ‘Courage Tour’. It’s a repeat tour, coming fast on the back of a similar series of concerts he held, up and down the country, a month or two back: the concerts themselves seemed to strike such a chord with so many that these additional dates in November were soon being fixed.

Courage. Another word for boldness.

I was struck by the fact that this was a word picked up as well in the Tearfund night we hosted here last month. Both Will Torrent and Martha Collison spoke of the call of God to boldness.

They’re really just two very ordinary individuals (that’s not in any sense a put-down, just the way they chose to describe themselves) – two very ordinary individuals who, through the gifts they’ve been given by God, now happen to be right in the limelight. In the unforgiving world of social media, there isn’t such a thing for them any more as an essentially private life. They’re ‘followed’ by fans (and others as well no doubt!) who watch their every movement and who pick up on their every briefest pronouncement. Their ‘tweets’ and ‘blogs’, for those who prefer the contemporary parlance.

They understand the inescapable need they have for boldness, as they live out their faith under the relentless glare of the social media spotlights. Their own particular situation – stuck out there as they are, in full, very public view – their own particular situation only serves to bring into sharper relief what is true today for all who will follow Jesus. The need to be bold and courageous.

‘Be bold.’ We need to take those two little words and migrate their truth from the song that we sing right out and onto the streets of our daily living.

There’s a boldness required in our choosing to follow the Lord, to give our lives to Jesus and to live for Him, to speak for Him, to serve Him. There always has been. There always is.

But to make that choice and place your trust in Jesus is today an openly counter-cultural step, exposing you to ridicule, rejection, and to scorn.

Society today has reached its ‘teenage’ years; it pushes at the boundaries, asserts its independence and presumes to know it all. It therefore has to treat with real disdain that step of faith whereby we humbly choose to own complete dependence on a God we cannot see, and to bow to an authority beyond ourselves.

The ‘closed shop’ philosophy of contemporary culture prides itself always on human self-sufficiency: it doesn’t want to give the time of day to any sort of deity beyond such ‘gods’ which we ourselves control. To such a perspective your trust in the Lord Jesus Christ feels like a wholesale betrayal. You’ve let the side down: you’re no better than a traitor – and your faith will be an ugly social stigma which exposes you to vitriol, derision and attack. (I don’t want to put you off, any more than Jesus did! But as He Himself insisted, you’re as well to know from the outset what you’re in for).

It takes courage to take such a step. It takes courage to say where you stand. It takes courage to speak about Jesus. Every such step of that faith, every such stance for the truth of God’s Word, every such word which you speak in the cause of the gospel – they all alike expose you to the likelihood of scorn and only serve to stir the glowing embers of hostility to God into base and sometimes bitter opposition to yourself.

Society’s ceased to be ‘neutral’ in the way it maybe used to be a few decades ago. The gloves are off. ‘Tolerance’ only goes so far today: refuse to toe the line our culture has decided to adopt, that line of secular correctness – and ‘tolerance’ no longer applies.

Jesus is off script. The carnival of Christian faith is over, so far as our society’s concerned. Jesus isn’t welcome at the party.

Not, at least, the Jesus of the Bible.

A ‘chameleon’ Christ, who conforms to the moods and the morals our culture dictates – well perhaps there is room for that sort of Christ … but, please, no, not the Jesus of Scripture.

A puppet Prince perhaps, who’ll dance to the tunes which the pimps of post-modern philosophy play all the time: but, please, not the King whom the Bible declares with the claims that He makes to be Lord over all of our lives.

Jesus may well be your Rock, our society says. But He rocks the boat way too much with His radical claims, and He isn’t now welcome on board. And (increasingly) neither are you, if you choose to sail with Him. So it takes a fair boldness to rise to His summons to follow – to learn from Him, to live for Him, to love like Him.

There’s boldness required of us, too, though, in a different but related way: the courage to own and acknowledge our weaknesses, struggles and failures.

The gospel insists that “it’s OK not to be OK”. We are saved by grace: which means that God does for us what He does in Jesus when we’re anything but OK. Relationally we were enemies of God when Christ died for us – hardly OK. Morally we were simply a mess (‘sinners’ is how the apostle Paul puts it) when Christ died for us – nothing like OK. Spiritually we were dead as dodos (‘powerless’ is the term Paul used) when Christ died for us – as OK as the final, fatal KO we’ll experience when we end up as a corpse.

Grace means our welfare and security in Christ is not at all dependent on our being OK. It’s OK not to be OK. But it’s one thing to embrace that as a doctrine: an altogether different thing to live that out in practice, exposed to expectations all around us which may well be way off beam.

Pride kicks in, because we want to be OK – or at least we would like it to seem that we’re really OK: relationally, morally, spiritually: physically, mentally, emotionally. OK every way. So that simple, little, easy-to-say and quick reply, “I’m fine”, becomes our stock-in-trade, the verbal wall we subtly build around our lives to keep an often rather voyeuristic public out; and to keep up an appearance that we’re actually doing better than we are. That’s pride. And it takes courage to bury our pride.

Fear, too, is involved. Our grip on the gospel of grace proves often to be weaker than we think: our ‘hands on’ involvement in modern day life leaves our palms smeared with the grease of a world which knows little of grace and whose pundits preach only performance. We fear that acknowledging weakness may leave us stuck out on the margins, consigned to a social oblivion reserved for the countless, nameless ‘also-rans’ who just don’t make the grade.

We forget that it’s grace, not grades, which is the coinage of the kingdom of our God. And even if we haven’t forgotten ourselves, we’re afraid that those around us as the followers of Christ – we’re afraid that maybe they’ve long since forgotten and may silently be grading us according to the measures of this world, and viewing us with a sniffy, stand-offish disdain.

It takes courage to take down the shutters and confess that you’re struggling, and light years from being OK. It takes the courage that’s born of clear gospel convictions to let others know that you’ve not got it all held together, that you’re not coping well with the sorrows, diseases or dramas you’ve had thrown in your path, that you’re not in the best of conditions – physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, or whatever.

It’s that sort of courage (just as much a genuine gospel courage as the boldness involved in our choosing to trust in, and live for, and speak of the Lord Jesus Christ) – it’s that sort of courage, as much as any other I think, which undergirds the Stuart Townend tour.

He’s a man acknowledging struggles. The struggles which he and his family have had in the wake of his own brother’s death: the struggles which he and his family have known in the face of mental illness. The courage, as his daughter, Emma, poignantly says in the moving introduction to a song she sings with her Dad – the courage to accept “that I am broken; that I am not ‘fixed’; but that I am still ‘enough’ to stand here..”: the courage “to face my past .. to look at my future .. sometimes just to wake up; get up .. to live each day .. to say that I am Emma with mental health problems, not mental health problems called Emma ..”: the courage it takes to listen “to the quiet voice in the mayhem that says, ‘I am here for you.’”

Illness, weakness, sorrow, failure, pain. None of them are easy. Life will often be a struggle. And while in theory we know that it’s OK not to be OK, in practice it’s tough to admit it. Which is where such courage comes in.

Courage: boldness. Call it what you will, we need it. All of us!

And the title of the song which Emma and her father, Stuart Townend, wrote together gives a pointer to the source of all such courage in our lives. “I am here for you” is the theme as well as the title of the song: and while it picks up on the part which both the friendship and companionship of others always plays in all such times of struggle and of trial, it also points beyond mere human friendship to the loving care and presence of our risen Lord.

“There’s a greater Love than mine, that is closer than a brother .. He has walked this desperate road before and He’s walking here beside you .. He is here for you.”

He is here for you.

The call from the Lord to be bold and courageous (as often as not stated, too, in its negative form, ‘Do not be afraid’) is invariably set alongside the promise that He will be with us.

“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go” (Josh.1.9). And the 23rd psalm sees a man putting that into practice. Boldness in the dark and bruising battles of this life – “… for You are with me.”

Courage is born from conviction: and conviction is formed from the truth of God’s word, and the covenant love He declares. May we so learn to rest in that covenant love and in all of the promise it brings, that our living’s abounding in boldness.

Yours in Christ’s glad service,

Jeremy Middleton

Monthly Letter – October 2018

Dear Friends

There’s a chapter in the Bible all about holidays. The official guide to the why, what, when and where of all our annual holidays: a manual from our Maker on the rhythms of our living which His people are to learn.

We’re not always all that familiar with this healthy little handbook on our holidays. Partly because it’s tucked away in the ‘troublesome’ book of Leviticus (‘troublesome’ since there are not a few bits which we struggle to get our heads around): and partly, too, because we don’t equate the ‘holy days’ this chapter speaks about with what we call our ‘holidays’.

Which is a pity, because the chapter’s full of guidance as to how our annual living’s both enriched and kept refreshed by these great rhythms of our work and rest which ‘holy days’ define.

Leviticus 23 is a sort of “Holidays for dummies” which God’s people of a former age were given as a handbook by their Lord. And the last of the three great festive ‘get-togethers’ which the manual specifies, the last and in some ways, too, the climactic one, was a great big ‘thank you’ celebration.

And it always took place at this time of year – a timing related, of course, to the ingathered harvest, so vital for a people who were rural more than urban and for whom the crops which had been harvested were the culminating evidence of God’s good hand upon their daily, sweat-stained labour through the previous months.

They were thanking the Lord for the wonder of the harvest which the land had once again produced – the annual, slowed-down version of the feeding of the multitudes whose ‘speedied-up’ expression would become the stunning, ‘trademark’ miracle of Jesus’ 3 year ministry.

And the way in which they offered up their thanks each year afforded them as well an annual, fun reminder of the Lord’s sustained provision for His people’s needs through forty years of wandering in the wilderness.

They were being helped by the Lord in this way to see their world through the wondering eyes of a child, for whom the whole thing appeared to be some sort of wonderful magic. The land, from a scattering (and indeed from what seemed like no more than a smattering) of seed, somehow turning such minimal ‘fuel’ into fields which were waving and weighted with grain. And the Lord, with a myriad mouths needing food, in a wilderness barren and stark, somehow feeding them all for the best part of four long decades with a daily supply of good food which appeared overnight on the ground.

Wow! How does it happen? A child can see and feel the sheer, bewildering wonder of it all.

And the Lord would have His children learn again the great infectious laughter of such wondering eyes. And would have them, too, be thankful.

That’s what this final great holyday gathering was all about. Giving thanks to the Lord. And more than that, their once again having God quietly grow in their hearts (as some sort of spiritual harvest in their souls) a spirit of enduring joy and gratitude.

God’s handbook on how life’s best lived is simply shot full of this constant exhortation to us all to be, above all, thankful: the ‘attitude of gratitude’, as it’s sometimes put by those who like a catchy turn of phrase.

“Give thanks in all circumstances,” instructed the apostle, summing up the thrust of a constant refrain which runs right the way through all the Bible. “For this,” added Paul, “this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” And His will, of course, is good and pleasing and perfect.

In other words, this is not something culled from odd-ball-land. This is mainstream, measured living, the way life’s meant to be lived. This is how lives filled with the Spirit of God will look, a primary characteristic of the Holy Spirit’s sovereign, gracious work within the human heart. “Be filled with the Spirit .. always giving thanks to God the Father for everything.”

Always giving thanks. Not in a way which makes us either masochists or hypocrites, of course: but in a way which sees us resting assured that God knows what He’s doing and that what God does is good.

There’s something intrinsically healing and healthful in our being always truly thankful. For one thing, being thankful has a potent emotional outcome, reducing to manageable levels the stress, the cares and anxiety we otherwise often will feel.

We weren’t ever meant to be stressed right out of our socks. Martha, remember, had found herself being ever so gently chided for the stressed out way of life that she’d assumed – “anxious and troubled about many things” is how the Lord expressed it.

That’s not the way life’s meant to be lived. And if that’s where your reading of the parable Jesus told (about the so-called ‘good’ Samaritan) leads you .. then you’ve got it’s ‘go and do likewise’ message horribly wrong!

Gratitude is the antidote to worry and stress and anxiety. Isn’t that key to what Paul had to say when writing into the tense and troubled fellowship at Philippi? “Don’t be anxious about anything,” he wrote: a gospel command, rather than a tentative, helpful suggestion. Instead, yes, prayer, take it to the Lord in prayer. But it’s important to see at the heart of it all that it is, and it must be, with thanksgiving, that we present our requests to God.

Gratitude acts as an antidote to the emotional drain of stress. For the very act of giving thanks means that we will concentrate our minds on all the countless different ways in which God’s love and grace and goodness has been shown. Time after time He’s done us good: time after time He’s met our need: time after time we’ve seen how very wise He’s been: time after time we’ve discovered ourselves how sufficient is His grace.

So we learn to apply our minds to those things that are true and noble and right and pure. Like the way God’s so designed His world that a few scattered seeds grow into a field of corn. Like the way God provided for thousands and thousands, through forty long years of their wandering through a parched and largely barren wilderness.

We learn to think with a childlike sense of wonder and astonishment: and tracking the endless display of the living God’s consummate goodness and kindness to ourselves through all the decades of our own very personal history (through good times and hard times alike), we learn, as Paul puts it – we learn a certain contentment, a quiet sort of confidence in God’s providing grace, which eases back anxiety and care. Our God has always wonderfully met all our needs: and our God will, we may therefore be sure – He will meet all our needs according to His glorious riches in Christ Jesus. We slowly cease to worry so much as we grow in that sense of wonder.

Giving thanks enhances our lives relationally as well. It’s no mere coincidence that Paul’s great call to thanksgiving, as he writes to the church at Philippi, is set in the context of a strained and tense relationship between two quite notable women in the church.

How easy it is to find fault in one another! How easy it is to pick holes in each other’s decisions, to question one another’s motives, to misinterpret one another’s actions, to cast a slur on one another’s attitudes! And how readily, therefore, relationships can become strained.

We gravitate naturally to criticism, don’t we, and easily end up at odds with one another: but our adopting an intentional spirit of gratitude acts again as a powerful, healthy antidote to strained and struggling relationships. The disciplined resolve we make to offer up our thanks to God for another individual obliges us to think of all that’s good about their lives, to put the best construction on their words and deeds, to see their many attributes, instead of all their faults.

And it’s striking in that very connection that in writing to the fellowship at Philippi Paul speaks of these two women not as ‘problem’ individuals, but as partners in the kingdom work of Christ, valued, loved co-workers who will share with him eternity.

What a difference it makes to all our relationships when we learn to be those who give thanks! We’ve known just that, for instance, in those times when the building here has been used for the Powerpoint youth event. There’s a whole crowd of people involved in all the major organization such a night requires, of course: loads of folk, with lots of demands and decisions and deadlines; and all of these people so different too – in terms of background, age, personality, needs. It’s got all the ingredients for fraught and fractious relationships!

But the team who put on this whole thing are always so careful to show and express their warm and generous thanks that it makes for a set of relationships as rich as they are rewarding.

Relationally as well as emotionally: spiritually as well as physically: in a thankful heart lies our truest health.

No wonder the Lord is intent on His growing such a spirit of real gratitude within our hearts! No wonder His holy-day year builds to this crescendo of exuberant thanks!

Let us learn, then, to give thanks in each and every circumstance! Let us learn to give thanks for all that He is, for all that He’s done, for all that He’s promised to be for His people in Christ! Let us learn to rejoice in the knowledge that Jesus is King, that God’s on the throne, that right will prevail, that God will provide and protect through whatever it is we may face, ‘til He brings us safely home.

Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good: His love endures for ever!

Yours in Christ’s glad service,

Jeremy Middleton

Monthly Letter – September 2018

Dear Friends

We’re all at best in recovery. In a manner of speaking, anyway.

Many, for sure, are still in the grip of addiction, powerless to make a break from this  wretched and terrible bondage which is slowly but surely destroying them: and sometimes it’s not so slowly.

The slavery takes any number of forms.

Some we’re more than familiar with – sometimes ourselves from a first-hand, ‘fingers-burned’ experience: the drink and the drugs, for instance, which, having wormed their way into a person’s life like some deceptive salesman at the door, then tease and taunt their all-too-trusting victims as their lethal, toxic ‘medicine’ starts to poison and corrode the very lifeblood of their unsuspecting host; while all the time, his mind now poisoned too, the person starts to crave the very thing he knows will surely kill him.

Others are subtler, less immediately and openly obvious, and more easily secreted away. Patterns of behaviour which beguile us with a hidden, soft hypnosis ‘til what seemed at first so pleasant and so innocent is found to be enslaving and to lead to our impoverishment.  Gambling. Pornography. Computer games. Sex.

You name it, the list is virtually endless. Because the real addiction is self. Self-indulgence. Self-advancement. Self-importance. The servitude of self which has held us in its thraldom since the day that we were born.

We are all of us addicts, deceived into thinking that if only we satisfy ‘self’ then we’ll find what we’re yearning to know. And so we are from the start self-conscious, self-centred, self-seeking. Tied by the lie to the baseline addiction of ‘self’.

We most of us live in denial for long enough, the very addiction we have to the soaring importance of ‘self’ simply blinding our eyes to the fact of our desperate plight. And the first step on the road to our ‘recovery’ involves a sore awareness and acknowledgement of need: the dawning conviction that we are ourselves enslaved, that the ‘self’ we thought the best friend we could ever have is found to be a monster which has chained us to a suffocating pit of growing darkness and despair.

We have a lot to do with addicts here. We live on the street, the last church standing now to front onto the main street of the city. We see life in the raw. We see addiction in its starkest form; and our building here becomes thereby a holy ‘hall of mirrors’ where the addicts who come streaming in afford a sharp reminder that we, all of us, are addicts in reality.

There are lessons we’re needing to learn: lessons regarding addiction, lessons regarding recovery. We work hand in hand with Teen Challenge. Not in any formal sort of way, but more in the sense that we both see the need for a work of God’s grace in the life of every addict; and are glad to join together in God’s gracious gospel enterprise in Jesus Christ, His great and glorious rescue plan which issues in recovery for the addicts that we are.

Teen Challenge takes the addicts right away from that environment to which they’re so accustomed – and in which, of course, they’ve also been so hopelessly ensnared: addicted in terms of their habits, out of work in terms of employment (who, after all, is willing to take them on board?), and surrounded by constant temptation in terms of the neighbours they’re given to share – alcoholics, druggies, prostitutes. This is, in terms of their environment, a ‘perfect storm’ of catastrophic force, a vicious, swirling vortex of destroying winds from which there’s no escape.

It’s akin, I suppose, to that ‘fearful pit’ of which the psalmist speaks (Ps.40.2), its walls so steep and its slopes so mired with clay that there’s no way there’s any way out.

But taken away from this habitat from hell, their time at Teen Challenge sees addicts being given the Rock on which a whole new life can be built. They’re taught about Jesus, as the One who alone truly saves. The Rock. The Rock on whom their feet can be set, and whereby their way can at last be established.

It’s rarely an immediate, overnight change. Nor is it most times either painless or easy or smooth. As the light of a new day dawns only slowly, and the sun only starts to push its fiery ball across the far horizon after long protracted moments of expectancy and hope, so too the dawning of a new day of deliverance for the addict is, most times, a fitful, slow and very gradual sort of pathway into freedom.

And as a new-born babe soon discovers that her life outside the womb brings with it any number of new challenges, undreamed of in that earlier foetal home, so too the new-found freedom which the addict starts to know is marked by massive struggles, with what seem like a daily dose of mountains to be climbed.

They will be at Teen Challenge for months on end, the better part of a year, as they learn to stand on their own two feet again, and to walk instead of stagger through their days.

Day by day their lives are buttressed by the teaching of God’s truth, as through wise and pastoral ministry their lives are re-created and their living re-constructed by the careful, personal application of God’s living Word.

Day by day they’re supported and helped by the presence all around them of like-minded individuals who themselves have learned to love the Lord and now seek to follow Jesus: others with whom they can speak, others who are on the level with them, facing the same sort of struggles, growing the same sort of faith as they look to the Lord Jesus Christ in a spirit of humble reliance.

Teen Challenge is a safe place, where they’re not on their own and they know there are men looking out for them day after day.

And day by day there is work that at last they can do. Useful, productive employment in all sorts of spheres where they learn what it is for their gifts to be used and their lives to have meaning and point.

We’re all of us addicts, I say. And that work of God’s grace at Teen Challenge reflects in a way the work of the Spirit in breaking the bondage of sin and of self and giving us new life in Christ. It’s more often than not a gradual thing, and in those early days of new found faith there is for us all a certain real ‘fragility’.

We have need of careful instruction, the Word of God being taught and applied to our lives in a personal, pastoral way. We have need of the company, friendship and care of a body of like-minded people who’ll support us and encourage us and help to keep us right when problems come – for it is not good that we should be alone. And we have need of the channels down which all our time and our strength can be poured.

We have a lot to do with addicts here, as I say: and the next step on from Teen Challenge is where a local fellowship such as ours comes in. For the transition back to the streets of Aberdeen (or wherever they stay) is a huge and difficult step. For months they’ve known, enjoyed and benefited from, a healthy and daily exposure to Christian instruction, Christian fellowship and Christian service, in a safe, secure environment, free from both the pressures and temptations of their former life.

But once returned to the city, and having to live once again their fragile lives amidst the shadows of a past which haunts them almost every way they turn – that’s hard enough in itself, but on top of that the framework of support to which they’ve grown accustomed is no longer there: at least most times not anything like to the same extent.

I was speaking with one or two men a few weeks back, who’ve been through such a life-transforming period at Teen Challenge; and one of them proffered the wish that the Teen Challenge programme might run for not one, but for three years. He’s back in circulation and he’s feeling on his own: connected with a fellowship in town, and involved in their own network of ‘small groups’. But still feeling somewhat isolated and so very much on his own.

Fragile. And in continuing need of what he simply called ‘connections’. He wasn’t alone. The other man with him ventured exactly the same. The need to meet with others, to have some folk around him on an almost daily basis, to help him re-adjust to living out this whole new way of life amidst the harsh and unforgiving landscape of this sin-stained world.

The shift from the daily exposure to fellowship with other followers of Christ, to a pattern of local church life which can often feel more like a seven-day­ cycle of grace, a big long gap between such times of coming together – that’s a sizeable gap, and a big ask.

So I asked these men what years two and three might look like in their ideal Teen Challenge programme. And their answer was all about filling the week, when they first came back into ‘real-world’ circulation – filling the week with ‘pit-stops’ of the means of grace: meeting up with others, learning from God’s Word, being held to account in brief, short bursts, discovering spheres of service.

It sounded and felt most remarkably like a re-write in the language of these modern day disciples, a re-write of the sequel to the day of Pentecost (Acts 2.42-47): “every day they continued to meet together..”. Meeting together, learning together, praying together, eating in each other’s homes, and sharing with each other.

After the great ‘Teen Challenge’ experience of the day of Pentecost, when these ‘addicts’ of religion were convicted of their sin and then delivered from the potent, deadly poison which had dragged them to the brink of their damnation – after that great ‘Teen Challenge’ day of Pentecost, these were the first and next steps on the pathway to recovery. A kind of decompression chamber, which meant the shift from having dwelt for long enough down in the murky depths of sin to starting once again to live in realms of light and life – that shift was not too sudden or too stark.

And a very real part of that gentle, careful easing of such now recovering addicts back into the life God has in store for them, is affording them work they can do. And here’s why.

We are all of us ‘addicts’, remember. And there’s a sense in which we were made that way by God – made to be pre-occupied with, to find our deepest satisfaction in relationship with God. What David Robertson in the title of that book he wrote describes as a ‘magnificent obsession.’

It’s that original obsession which has gone and got distorted and infected with the wretched virus sin, and now finds itself deceptively diverted down a range of dead-end avenues: we obsess, that is, about all the wrong things. What the Bible calls idolatry.

And addicts, therefore, even when delivered and recovering – they still remain obsessive. They need to find alternative paths down which that instinct for obsession can now run.

Isn’t that what we find in the Scriptures? Isn’t that what we’re seeing when the psalmist declares, One thing I ask, this only do I seek..” (Ps.27.4)? Isn’t that what’s in front of us, too, when Paul affirms, “.. one thing I do ..” (Phil.3.13)? These men were obsessives, recovering addicts, whose obsession is now with the Lord. As it was always meant to be. The ‘magnificent obsession’.

Isn’t that, after all, what’s so strikingly seen in the One who is most truly human, the Lord Jesus Christ? “Zeal for Your house has consumed me..” – words from the psalmist, expressing the same sort of righteous obsession, picked up and applied to the Lord Jesus Christ Himself (John 2.17, quoting Ps.69.9).

An integral part of the path of the addict’s recovery is his learning how best he can re-direct the ‘thirst’ in his obsession down the highways of the service of the Lord.

We were not made to be passive spectators. We were made to be workers. And although such work itself can become a misdirected obsession, it’s important for any recovering addict to have things to do. To serve the Lord with an all-consuming passion.

That’s one of the striking features of the reign of king Uzziah (2 Chron.26-1-16) which has impressed itself upon my heart this past long while. He was a man who in his early days sought the counsel and instruction of an older man to teach him the fear of the Lord; and then ensured that all of his people were usefully trained and employed in the wide-ranging work of the kingdom. It was work which devoured all their energy, encouraged new-found creativity, and gave meaning and purpose to all of their lives. They had a cause down which the juices of that obsession with God could be fruitfully poured.

The need is the same for every recovering addict. They all have time, energy, gifts, along with that great and continuing ‘obsessiveness’, which have to be re-directed. Ideally, they all need outlets of service.

And insofar as we’re all still, at best, in recovery, the work of the Spirit of God in our lives sees Him channelling our time and our strength into spheres of fresh labour for God. The path of recovery (what the theologians call ‘sanctification’ – our being restored, in the end, to the likeness of Christ) is invariably gradual and slow: ‘progressive sanctification’ is the tag-line by which it’s described.

God takes His time, but this is the way our inherent, instinctive obsession is patiently recalibrated. And as we ‘keep step with the Spirit’ as a fellowship, in His on-going ministry of recovery, one of the tasks that we necessarily have is that of helping each other discover the ways our ‘magnificent obsession’ with Christ can find fruitful expression in service for each and every addict.

Which, as I said at the start, is all of us!

Yours in Christ’s glad service,

Jeremy Middleton

Monthly Letter – August 2018

Dear Friends

We’ve shifted seismically as a nation over this past short while.

And it’s definitely ‘shift’ more than ‘drift’. It’s been deliberate, planned, intentional: a marked and calculated shifting of the great ‘tectonic plates’ which form the world-view and the outlook of our nation’s life.

We have shifted, with what is in truth a dramatic and dangerous speed – we have shifted from being a people who were anchored in the Book to being a people who have not just gone and wantonly weighed anchor but who’ve recklessly gone and chucked the thing away.

As a society we have carefully, consciously, and with a wholly miss-placed confidence, moved away from an outlook on life and a pattern of living which had prevailed for hundreds of years – an outlook on life and a pattern of living which was indebted to God, informed by the truths of the Bible, and infused with the grace of the gospel.

There’s been a cultural earthquake: these huge tectonic plates which form the bedrock of a nation’s life, the great foundational premises on which a people’s life is built, these plates have shifted.

One of the tell-tale signs of this seismic shift has been the move towards the litigating mindset of a compensation culture, and the speed with which an attitude of blame’s become the standard, first-stop stance which we adopt.

That’s invariably, and inevitably, what happens when the gospel of grace is dispensed with, and the tenets of Scripture are scorned. When we cease to walk humbly with God, as the ancient prophet Micah would have said, when we cease to walk humbly with God then the delicate balance in national life of our acting with absolute justice while retaining as well a perspective informed by God’s grace – that delicate balance is lost, and our thinking and living gets skewed.

A scapegoat-seeking, finger-pointing attitude of blame becomes the default stance society adopts: and a selfie-taking, “I’m-the-one-who’s-suffered” sort of victim-like mentality (in a general rather than in any more technical sense) becomes the prevalent self-assessment people hold.

No-one to my knowledge has done a study on this theme: but my guess is that there’ll be some correlation between the ditching by a nation of a biblical perspective and the simultaneous rise within that nation of this ‘compensation culture’ and its fruits.

Sometimes, of course, both blame and compensation are important and required. Crimes are committed and damage is willfully done. Walking humbly with God means we will indeed act justly: no blind eyes will be turned: high and low, rich and poor alike, will be equally subject to their just desserts. But such processes of justice will always be accompanied by an attitude that’s characterized by mercy.

Indeed, it was surely precisely because our land was the land of the Book, its world-view and life both informed (however imperfectly) by the truths of the Bible and infused (again however imperfectly) with the gospel of grace – it was surely precisely because that was so that our distinctive legal system was itself so highly esteemed: the ‘act justly, love mercy’ balance of a nation intent on walking in humility with their God ensured that such a system worked so well.

But we choose now as a nation not to walk with God: and that balance has been lost. Instead now our first port of call as often as not is to point a blaming finger, and to seek, where we can, a bulky compensation package.

But it’s a flawed and complex world in which we live! Disasters take place. Accidents happen. Catastrophes sometimes occur.

Wild fires break out across the parched and wooded slopes of southern Greece. Boats carrying hundreds of refugee people capsize in the seas of the Med. Typhoons destroy massive swathes of a far eastern land. Tower blocks go up in flames. Half-built dams are breached releasing torrents of destructive power.

And what happens on the larger, louder canvas of the nations of the world is paralleled precisely on the canvas of our own more personal experience. Accidents happen. The bottom falls out of our world. An illness afflicts us severely. An injury comes out of the blue. Disappointments blind-side us completely.

Things don’t always go right – sometimes, indeed, they go horribly wrong. And rarely do they all go to plan. That’s just the broken-down and complicated world in which we live.

And that’s where our world-view and outlook kicks in. Because when we’ve lost our solid, steady anchorage in Christ, our instinct when such hard, unwelcome trials come our way is to take up the cudgel of blame.

Take the Grenfell Tower and what happened there. The block goes up in flames – a wretched, frightening, near apocalyptic spectacle: and for those involved a nightmare now become reality. But hardly have the fires been doused than (with blame as the default response) the question’s inevitably asked: who’s to blame?

The architects? The builders? The contractors? The council? The town planners? The tentacles of blame reach far and wide. Even the fire-men and women, who risked their very lives to douse the fires and rescue those within – perhaps even they are to blame.

Blame is our natural default response in the face of anything ‘bad’.

You see exactly that in all the down-to-earth and very honest narratives we find across the pages of the Book.

Remember the man born blind, whose remarkable story is told in the gospel of John? The disciples of Jesus had still got a whole load to learn when it came to their walking with God and their living the new life of grace. And their opening gambit is way off the mark (John 9.2): it’s the language and outlook of blame they adopt. Who is to blame? is the question they think needs an answer. The man? His parents? The system? The Lord?


And Jesus has to correct them. Wrong sort of question, He says. That’s not a land of the Book sort of question: that’s a jungle warfare sort of line.

It’s exactly the same with poor old Job, is it not, in the wake of the disasters which have come his way? His friends, when they finally can’t hold their tongue any more, are all pointing the finger of blame.

(It’s classic ‘Sound of Music’ theology they’re propounding really. You remember that song in ‘The Sound of Music’“For here you are, standing there, loving me, Whether or not you should. So somewhere in my youth or childhood I must have done something good..”. It’s bad, appalling theology: but the so-called friends of Job are singing the B-side of that very song: ‘so here you are, Job, sitting there, battered, bereaved, and now beset with terrible sores – so somewhere in your past you must have done something bad.’)

Blame. It’s the stance we most naturally choose when confronted by the harsh and sore realities of life within this flawed and fallen world.

We’ll sometimes blame others. Sometimes it’s only ourselves we will blame. And sometimes, of course, it is God we will blame. But blame is the name of our game.

See where it leads, though. Blaming others will lead to an angry and festering resentment: blame yourself and that over time breeds a lingering guilt and despair: blame God and a stubborn, defiant unbelief will slowly grow.

Do you see what’s really going on then when we’ve ceased to be a people of the Book? Blame is what’s left when we cease to be rooted in Scripture and lose the perspective of grace. Faith, hope, and love have disappeared: and unbelief, despair, resentment now move in, like a sordid crowd of squatters in our hearts and in our land, and take their place.

So how are we meant to respond when such wretched things take place? Because sooner or later, in one way or another, they will take place – often very suddenly, usually unexpectedly, and most times with a trailing sting of grief, pain and perplexity: welcome to a fallen world.

Blame is not the line down which our questioning must go. For one thing, blame always ends with ‘me’ (spell it and see): point the finger and you’ve three other fingers pointing right back at yourself.

No. There are two main alternative routes down which we are to steer the surging torrent of emotions which catastrophes create.

First, it would seem, we are meant to be asking – are there things we can learn from these wretched events, from these terrible trials? It may not be the language which we’d choose for Him to speak, but what is God saying through it all?

There was a tower block disaster in Jerusalem back in Jesus’ day: and news as well of a quite horrific massacre (Luke 13.1ff). Jesus steered the people right away from any instinct which they might have had to blame, and pointed them rather to what they’d do well to be learning. Life is fragile, grace is available, make sure that you’re sorted with God.

When our world is informed by the truth of God’s Word and our outlook infused with the gospel of grace, then we’re learners more than anything: and not litigators.

But there’s a second line of questioning as well to which we’re always pointed by the Lord. How can we best take things on from this point for the glory of God?

The man born blind is .. well, blind. That’s just where he is right now, and no matter how much you debate who’s to blame, you’ll not thereby change things at all. Blame is the wrong sort of question: it burrows away in a past which you cannot undo.

The world of grace, by contrast, has the future as its focus and the cross of Christ its centre-point. It understands that God can take the darkest and most wretched sort of circumstance and use it as the platform for a mighty demonstration of His glory and His grace.

Joseph back in Egypt, it was evident, had learned that lesson well. He’d been through the mill; but just at the point where his brothers expected that blame would be how he’d react, Joseph is focused on how their great God had turned this whole thing on its head and through it all was “saving many lives” (Gen.50.20).

That’s to do with world-view and with attitude. Faith believes in advance what can only make sense down the line. So how do we take this circumstance on in a way that will glorify God? That’s how Jesus instructed His friends in regard to the man who was blind (see John 9.3).

That’s how we learn to be careful ourselves to respond to the trials there are. And that’s how we learn to support one another in the face of the struggles we face.

God’s in the business of “saving many lives” (Gen.50.20): God has come down to rescue us (Ex.3.8): Jesus is the Saviour, the cross the path He trod. In following Him, the shadow of that cross will never be that far away in one form or another: but through the pains and griefs which all the darkness of that shadow-land will bring, we choose by faith to see that He’s intent on ‘saving many lives’.

We pray to that end – for ourselves, for each other – desiring that somehow or other His power will be gloriously displayed in the ‘weakness’ we are called by Him to embrace. And we encourage one another to that end as well, and (as I was saying last month in regard to Jonathan’s care for his friend) we seek in this way to strengthen each other in God.

As the ‘tag-line’ which we use here for the Great Aberdeen Run will say, ‘Glory awaits’. We run the race with that knowledge impressed on our hearts. Glory awaits, a glory with which all the suffering and sorrow the present may bring is simply not worth comparing.

Yours in the Lord Jesus Christ,

Jeremy Middleton

Monthly Letter – July 2018

Dear Friends

For many the summer equates to rest and relaxation. A chance to slow down, to ease back on the throttle of their living and to take a break.

We can easily get jaded and tired by the time these summer months begin: and when fatigue rules the roost in our physical frames, then such weariness warps our perspective.

There are often certain tell-tale signs of jaded living. A creeping negativity takes root. An eager, pulsing hopefulness gives way to gloom and fear. Fatalism starts to rear its head. Cynicism starts to mark our outlook. Criticism becomes our basic, default attitude. We start to ‘turn turtle’: instead of our being slow to anger and quick and careful to listen, the pattern is turned upside down – we lose interest in what they are saying, we lose patience with how they’re behaving. God seems somehow that much smaller, and a good deal more remote: while pressures, problems, people – they all seem that much larger, more immediate.

An eclipse of the spirit takes place, as the ‘moon’ which these things represent drifts across our clear sight of the light of the sun, and our world then goes eerily dark. The moon, of course, is in truth wholly dwarfed by the size of the sun: and the problems and pressures and people we face are in just the same way themselves all as nothing compared to the greatness of God: but fatigue tilts the orbit of our living out of line, and the little becomes very quickly so large, and a gloom casts its pall on our souls.

Jaded. Tired. In need of a rest. And so, for many, the summer affords them the chance to take a break.

Some will head off to all sorts of foreign climes, seeking either the sun or the sights of some faraway place (or maybe ideally both): others will stay nearer home (perhaps even at home), and be glad of the chance to hunker down and hide away from the world in which they have been living.

Some will go looking for peace and quiet seclusion: others will seek out activities, challenge, adventure – something, somewhere, that’s completely and utterly different.

We’re all of us different in how we address this issue of fatigue, which seeps its subtly toxic fumes of jaundiced living through our body, mind and soul, and leaves us thereby weary, worn and wholly out of sorts. But all of us, too, well recognize the issue and are looking for refreshment and renewal.

Summer is the season of refreshment. For most of us at least! And one way or another this season of refreshment sends us back into the routines of our daily lives revitalized, re-energised, and raring for the action and the challenges our work entails. The day of that eerie ‘eclipse’ of the soul is then long since forgotten: the ‘moon’ which had clouded our spirits has now shrunk away to the size of a far-away ball. The problems have paled, the pressures have eased, the people are really not bad: and we’re ready to take on the world once again in a confidence borne from the sunshine and rest we’ve enjoyed.

Our perspective’s restored. Our spirit’s renewed. Our energy, our expectancy, our enthusiastic eagerness for all that following Jesus will involve – all that has been restored. Strength: love: passion: hope: and confidence. All restored.

That’s the effect (or at least what we hope’s the effect) of this annual summer season of refreshment.

But would it not be something if our lives and our living had that sort of impact on those we were with day by day? If we, in ourselves, in the manner in which we were living our day by day lives – if we in ourselves were this season of summer to others.

I guess it was that sort of thing to which Paul was alluding when, writing to Philemon his friend, he said that this man had “refreshed the hearts of the saints” (Philemon 7). This humble believer was a one-man summer holiday!

Whoever you were, whenever you met and had time with this man, you came away feeling so entirely and truly refreshed: you came away feeling just the way that you do at the end of a holiday break. Eager, expectant, and all fired up. Ready for every new challenge. Motivated, energized, and confident.

Philemon, it seems, brought to the experience of the people he was with this season of refreshment. In the same sort of way that Jesus Himself always does (only far more so in His case).

And it’s striking to see how the same sort of thing finds expression in many another. As if in a gentle, subliminal way, the Lord through His Word wants to marinate our spirits in a ’season of refreshment’ sort of wine.

Job is surely another such man whose whole living had just that effect. Listen to how the man puts it – “They waited for me as for showers and drank in my words as the spring rain (a different season, I know, but it’s the same idea!). When I smiled at them, they scarcely believed it: the light of my face was precious to them” (Job 29.23f – the whole of the chapter expands on this man’s way of life, and illustrates well just how he ‘refreshed’ all of those he encountered in life).

You were always refreshed after time with this man. And as often as not it was just through all the little things that that refreshment came: some well-chosen words, and the way that those words would be spoken: the warmth of his smile and the look in his eyes. Little things, which somehow brought the light of God Himself to bear upon your heart and made you feel re-energised and strong.

The same, in a rather different way, was also true of Jonathan. What a blessing it would surely have been to have known this guy as your friend! Full of an almost ‘boyish’ sort of fun, and full as well of a faith-fuelled spirit of adventure: but what a friend! Thoughtful, kind, and always so encouraging and warm. Like the time he went out to David in the wilderness: and David, his friend, was way out there in a desert place in every sense of the word. Jaded, tired, despondent: fearing the worst, prepared to give up, beginning to think “what’s the point?”

And at no small risk to himself (and at no small cost, as well, because in many ways this was the moment which cost him the throne) – at no small risk to himself Jonathan went out to the desert of Ziph and “strengthened his hand in God” (1 Sam.23.16ff). Refreshing the heart of this saint.

Again, like Job, it was just through all the little things. Like his taking the trouble to go to his friend. Like the simple fact of a hug and embrace as they greeted one another. Like the comfort of his presence in the face of all the pressures David knew. Like the few choice words of re-assuring hope and warm encouragement. Like the spoken pledge of continuing friendship and love.

To have seen the face of this man at that time would have been for David like seeing the face of God. An instant summer holiday. A season of refreshment from the hand of God, brought to him there in the person of his friend.

What is such a season of refreshment? It’s the same as the ‘times of refreshing’ of which Peter spoke in the early weeks and months of Jesus’ church (Acts 3.19) – those ‘times of refreshing’ when the Spirit of God bathes the people of God with such streams of the grace of the presence of God that the saints are enlivened all over again and emboldened for great deeds of faith: it’s those sort of ‘times of refreshing’ which come to be embodied in, and indeed imparted by, the life and daily living of a follower of Christ.

Oh that our lives and our living might always be such! Great reservoirs of grace which daily pour their cool, fresh waters on the dry, parched lives of those who have been buffeted and bruised, and find themselves now wandering in their own distressing wilderness of Ziph.

How do we ensure this is much more than just the cry within our hearts? How do we become such men and women who refresh the hearts of saints?

It surely has something to do, for a start, with the thrust of Psalm 1, with its focus on the person “whose delight is in the law of the Lord and who meditates on His law day and night.” A round-the-clock engaging with the Word of God, that’s what the psalmist is on about there. That does something to us: and the effect it has is just this – “that person is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither – whatever they do prospers” (Ps.1.3).

It surely, as well, has something to do with the work of the Spirit of God in our hearts and our lives. Remember Jesus’ gracious invitation? “’Let anyone who is thirsty (isn’t that wonderful – anyone, no exclusions at all, no qualifications required), let anyone who is thirsty come to Me and drink. Whoever believes in Me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them.’ By this He meant the Spirit…” (John 7.37-39).

Our hearts becoming reservoirs of Holy Spirit grace, providing for the people whom we meet a constant stream of cool and sparkling water to refresh them as they journey through their wilderness of Ziph.

May we learn thus to live, that in and through the multitude of ‘little things’ which make up all the ‘doings’ of our daily lives, we end up being to others just a walking, talking, living ‘summer holiday’, refreshing the hearts of the saints!

Enjoy your summer!

Yours in the Lord Jesus Christ,

Jeremy Middleton