Who will speak out for the unborn child?
Phil Toft Posted this poem on his FaceBook timeline. It deserves to be widely read.

Here is what Phil says about it.

It was given me earlier this week by a 60 year old lady who was a converted hippy. As she spoke to me she had tears in her eyes for the spiritual needs of families all around her. She and her husband open their home to local children to hear the gospel.


Baby in the womb. Taken by Flikr user Prescott Pym. Used under Creative Commons license.

With his and the lady’s permission, here is the poem.

by Mrs Diane Jones

I am the voice of one crying from the womb;
I don’t have much longer to live,
I am the voice of millions of unborn
Crying, ‘Please, more time to us give.’

I am the voice of the defenseless child
Dreading the instruments of death.
Will I be poisoned, burnt or cut up
Before I have taken one breath?

I am the voice of a son or a daughter
Speaking for millions gone by;
‘Please please stop the wicked, unspeakable slaughter
And stop and hear our cry!’

If you give us a chance we could prove to be
A blessing; A person with so much to give,
But if you still turn a deaf ear to me:-
An even greater answer to God you will give.

The decision for millions is in your hands now
And though my request seems profound;-
If we ask for God’s mercy with contrite hearts,
He can turn things completely around.

If we teach our children of the love of God,
So children will only be born
When wanted and valued to be nurtured in love,
We may yet hail in a bright new dawn.

I am the voice of those on death row
And I fear it won’t be long now
That we will be silenced before we could speak

Sometimes life gets complicated. And sometimes, when we come to pray, that seems complicated too. How do we pray? What will be the best outcome to pray for? There is a temptation to try to figure it all out and pray accordingly.


But the following story illustrated beautifully how we might approach a conversation with God about such a situation:

A grandfather was walking past his young granddaughter’s room one night when he saw her kneeling beside her bed, with head bowed and hands folded, repeating the alphabet.

“What are you doing?” he asked her.

She explained, “I’m saying my prayers, but I couldn’t think of just what I wanted to say. So I’m just saying all the letters of the alphabet, and God can put them together however he thinks best.”

What a great way to pray! Leave it all with him!

  • We don’t need to go over the whole situation – God knows it.
  • We don’t need to figure out a solution and pray for that – God’s solution will be perfect, and way beyond what we could engineer, if we were able.
  • We don’t need to strive to please him with perfect, articulate prayers – He knows our hearts, our grieving, weeping, confused and helpless hearts.

So next time you are struggling to put words together in prayer, just tell God to work it all out according to what he knows is best, and relax into him.

Costorphine Hill behind Murrayfield from wikipedia

Costorphine Hill in daylight - the beacons are just visible!

A few nights ago I was travelling homeward in the car. As I approached Edinburgh, ahead of me I could see the city lights.

Two in particlular are very familiar to me. They are the red lights that top off two masts high on Corstorphine Hill. This land mark I can see from my home, and at night it is usually the first one I identify as I draw near the city, from whatever direction I aspproach.

Though there was no fog this time, there was no moon either, so even with its massive bulk, the Hill was invisible. Nevertheless, there, proud and bright, were the two red beacons.

Even massive things may pass beyond our vision. The sun goes behind a cloud; a great ocean liner sails over the horizon. But there is no reason for us to suppose that they no longer exist,  simply because we cannot perceive them with our senses. Corstorphine Hill had not crumbled once darkness fell! I could tell that much, because the beacons marked it’s height.

Of course, while it is easier to experience the closeness of God when we are praying or reading the Bible, there are times when God may seem very far away; days when we appear to see nothing of him. But he is still there. We just need to look for the beacons, the events that mark his presence and care.

  • The phone call from friend that came as you were feeling a bit lonely
  • The lost item that turned up just in time
  • The book mark you “just happened” to find in an old volume, and which quoted a Bible verse or motto which helped you see things straight
  • The kind thoughtfulness of a neighbour
  • The simple faith of your child
  • The inspiration of another life
  • The glory of a sunset
  • A safe journey, without incident or harm
  • And so I could go on…

In so many ways, some obvious and some subtle, God indicates his love and care for us. When I realized that knowing God was with me was not necessarily the same as feeling his presence, I began to make an effort to detect God’s beacons every day. There is always something that marks his presence.

Now I don’t need to see the beacons to know he is there. But it’s become a habit and it certainly turns my thoughts Godward in awe and gratitude.

When did you last see a beacon of his presence with you?

Will you join me in looking for at least one, every day, and thanking God for it, however small?

Duane and Joy Miller -

Do you believe that God does miracles in our day? I do!

Is there evidence for the miraculous in our generation? There sure is! I can vouch for that after miraculous healing of my osteo-arthritis, not to say other miracles I have seen at first hand.

Today I saw a tweet mentioning a website on which is an audio recording – one which documents the actual moment of a miracle of divine healing, when a man’s voice was restored to him.

Duane Miller (pictured here with his wife) was  in church, reading from Psalm 103 and commenting on it. For years he had been able only to whisper as a virus had wrecked his vocal cords. Doctors had said that he should have been completely mute, but somehow he managed to gruffly whisper through a microphone.

What happened next is recorded. I can only stand in awe of almighty God, as healing is poured into Wayne’s voice box. —–>> Listen to that moment here.

Image by Sherman Jackson

When we speak of “worship leaders” we often mean singers or musicians.

When we speak of “worship” it is most often taken to mean the singing of hymns, or Christian songs.
Occasionally, when it is time for the offering, we may hear the words, “We will now worship God with our giving.”
And often, thanksgiving prayers are considered worshipful.

These aspects of Christian services may reflect our worship, or, as in the case of music, open our hearts and inspire us to worship, but I believe true worship is more than music, or monetary giving or thankfulness to God. There are many facets to true worship.

  • To me, worship is a personal, deep awe that falls on one who realizes who God is.
  • It is, as Isaiah found, a sense of “being undone” in the presence of Almighty God, and of yielding to his greatness.
  • Worship is the expression of heart that may silence the lips in sheer wonder, or fill them with glorious praise. It may involve musical expression or it may not.
  • To worship is to be so captivated by the presence of the Lover of my soul, and the sweetest atmosphere of heaven that he brings, that I do not want to leave his side.

It is good to come together with God’s people to worship God. There is a particular joy in corporate praise and worship. But ultimately, worship is a personal, inner attitude, without which the outer expression of praise, prayer and music is hollow.

Sam Storms (Enjoying God Ministries ) wrote on this topic:

If you come to worship for any reason other that the joy and pleasure and satisfaction that are to be found in God, you dishonour Him.

To put it in other words, worship is first and foremost a feasting on all that God is for us in Jesus. This is because God is most glorified in you when you are most satisfied in Him.

Or again, you are His pleasure when He is your treasure. Which is to say that God’s greatest delight is your delight in Him.

As I read what I have just written, I realize again that true worship is not easy to define. There is so much about it that I have not yet entered into. I have simply expressed here what must be only a sliver, a glimmer or what is possible. But I am learning that, even in our smallness an frailty, we can experience the overwhelming joy of knowing that “we are his pleasure and he is our treasure”.

With clean hands and pure hearts, we can approach him, because of what Jesus has done for us; then our spirits can rise in worship that transcends even the purest, sweetest music and language. We can simple be with him,  opening up to him our heart of love, and marvelling that the God who evokes such awe, also inspires our devotion.

That’s the understanding I have come to at this point in my life. There is more, I am sure. What do you think? How would you define true worship? Are you experiencing the joy of it?

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