Reflections from Leighton’s painting Ashness Bridge:
A place of transition from one side to the other
Connecting the past to the future
Its solid stones arched, providing safe passage to the other side
For centuries, it has stood…
How many have crossed that bridge?
What were their stories?
Where had they been?
Where were they going?
Behind it – so many steps on the journey
Underneath it – a stream of sparking blue water rustling over rocks
Ahead of it – more steps on an unknown path,
A lake of still water to quiet my soul
And new faith adventures
and hills to climb for God’s Kingdom with the same Presence of God accompanying me as in the past.
Thank you, God, for your faithfulness in years past.
Thank you, God, that I can trust Your faithfulness in the journey ahead!
It’s time to cross the bridge into another season –
Proclaiming the hope of Jesus Christ more broadly to this generation
And even more intentionally taking others with me…
Younger leaders, emerging evangelists
Mentoring, listening, preaching and serving together, growing together
You have made me a bridge, an ambassador for Christ
Connecting broken people and a broken world with Jesus Christ
Bridging between generations, between ministries
for the sake of the gospel of Jesus Christ, who is….
The One bridging heaven and earth
God’s judgment and His love
God’s holiness and His mercy
God’s redemption and a sin-filled world
Walk with me, O God, across The Bridge!
A PRAYER AT THE END
AND BEGINNING OF A YEAR
Lord, give me I pray:
A remembering heart for the things that have happened
An attentive heart to what I have learned
A forgiving heart for what has hurt
A grateful heart for what has blessed
A brave heart for what may be required
An open heart to all that may come
A trusting heart to go forth with You
A loving heart for You and all your creation
A longing heart for the reconciliation of all things.
A willing heart to say “Yes” to what You will.
I visited my friend today.
and travels light,
a wise and wonderful man.
We spoke of many things,
small talk and big talk,
and when I rose to leave he said,
“Yes, for most of our comings and goings
maps are O.K.
but for the Big Trip
we still follow the Star”
Thanks to you, elder brother
wandering in my wilderness,
man of faith and vision.
You keep Christmas
in my heart.
Rev. Gerhard Frost
This is the day our son died.
It’s not hard to remember.
a red bird rests on the feeder.
The sky is cloudy.
A few brown leaves fall singly.
Wrangler my blue dog
chews on his mat until
he understands, wise friend,
and comes to sit by me, quietly
asking for nothing.
I allow myself to recognize again
the returning scent of pain
like a smoky candle
which has not quite gone out.
November 27, 2011
Prayer is like watching for
The Kingfisher. All you can do is
Be there where he is like to appear, and
Often nothing much happens;
There is space, silence, and
No visible signs, only the
Knowledge that he’s been there
And may come again.
Seeing or not seeing cease to matter,
You have been prepared.
But when you’ve almost stopped
Expecting it, a flash of brightness
My prayers, my God, flow from what I am not;
I think thy answers make me what I am.
Like weary waves, thought follows upon thought,
But the still depth beneath is all thine own,
And there this mov’st in paths to us unknown.
Out of strange strife thy peace is strangely wrought;
If the lion in us pray, thou answerest the lamb.
Two yellow finches
and a redbird
on our feeders
and a prayer from
in my heart
is all it took to
make the song
August 11, 2017
I used to think of you
as a symphony
full of no surprises.
Now I see you as
a saxophone solo
into the night,
a tongue of fire
flicking in unrepeated
A blackbird dropped by to see me
this mountain Sunday morning
as I sat with coffee on our patio.
He landed on a flower box,
sat there for a while listening
to my words of welcome,
then hopped nimbly over
to the other pot,
stayed there a bit,
(just so as not to seem in a rush)
then flew away.
It was a nice neighborly sort of visit,
and I asked that my prayers
for my friends around the world
would drop in on them today,
leaving each with a sense that
somehow, they too had been visited.
Sunday, July 16, 2017