Friday 25 September 2020

When God touched the Dash.


When God touched the Dash.



I was driving my bus towards the city on Henley Beach Road, my mind mulling distantly over the Ignatian Spiritual Exercises which had been assigned for me that week, which were specifically the events and occasions that happened whilst Christ walked his road to Calvary. I used my imagination and feelings to reflect upon “The Last Supper” and the “washing of the disciples feet” and to think upon Jesus as he prayed during his severe trial in the Garden of Gethsemane. There is so much love emitted by the Lord at this time, however there is a sad feeling at the end of the Last Supper, as they all sing a hymn ... (the disciples have no idea of what is about to happen, but they know something is in the wind: Might they betray Jesus somehow as he had suggested someone would? What was happening here?).

Anyway, I was pondering these things in the back of my mind, when I was suddenly struck with a strong reminiscence of the last time I saw my Papa, years ago. My beautiful grandfather was dying, and I went to see him alone for what was to be the last time. During my time with him, he told me he loved me, even though he was in a trance-like semi-unconscious state. Suddenly, his eyes beamed and he smiled the most beautiful smile, and he looked up. I’ve never seen him as delighted and as happy as at that moment, and in my heart I truly believe he was seeing into heavenly realms. But then that subsided, and we spent some more time together, and he became sad again as we said our goodbyes, and I thought to myself that the saddest thing Papa was feeling, was not that he was going to die, but that he was leaving me behind. He was going to miss me.


As I reflected upon this thought, I had to stop my bus, as the traffic lights had gone red, and I found myself at the Lochley’s intersection, in front of the Anglican Parish of Lochleys church, beneath the large sculpture of the Crucified Christ that overlooks the main road there. I crossed my heart as I usually do when I pass that spot, and gazed upon the image. My front window was slightly open, and a cool gentle breeze touched upon my face. Suddenly a single leaf, fluttered through and landed upon the dashboard of my bus. In the sunlight, the leaf glowed with a luminous ochre-red fluorescence, but the top edges of the leaf were a beautiful jade-green colour. I quickly gazed around and noticed it was a different type of leaf from any of the trees I saw around me, and concluded it may have 

come from the roof of the bus. It was not from this place.






I held the leaf briefly, as the intersection lights changed colour again, signalling that my journey must continue, and I said another quick prayer. For me, this was a God moment, and a symbol of my reflections at that time as being blessed by my Saviour. When Jesus was with his disciples during those last moments, the torment was creeping upon him, like that ochre-red shade upon that leaf. He only had a few short moments left, and one of his greatest sadnesses, was that he would miss his friends. Every moment is precious beloved.  Let us treasure one another whilst we have the opportunity.  




Tuesday 16 June 2020

Meditations in Sudoku

Meditations in Sudoku


Hello friends and welcome..
   ... and may I introduce to you my very first puzzle book.



“Meditations in Sudoku” uses Sudoku puzzles as the means to focus the mind onto scripture and prayer. The magazine style book is A4 in size, has a gloss laminate cover, and contains 28 pages, each page containing a puzzle, with supporting scriptures, prayers and sometimes poetry. 

The cover is thick enough to support the pressure of a pencil, but bendy enough for the book to be comfortable to hold whist relaxing in an armchair or bed etc.



To show how easy and relaxing these puzzles can be, I created this YouTube. This video shows various methods on how to do Sudoku, but also highlights the benefits of colouring in the puzzles.

Access the YouTube here https://youtu.be/uK7PyGAj1Zk 

I have had a batch of 300 printed up.
Retail price is around $10
(I make absolutely zero profit from this project)


If you would like to purchase a copy (or use them as a fundraiser)
Email - PLKite@hotmail.com

Thankyou and God Bless

Brian Maunder










Saturday 28 March 2020

Twas Grace that taught my heart.


Years ago, back in the 1770’s, a man by the name of John Newton wrote these words... 

“Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved.”  

Ahhh! It sounds so poetic... but that word “fear”. It’s not right. Actually, it doesn’t seem to fit at all. Shouldn’t it be “‘Twas grace that taught my heart to hope”, or “‘Twas grace that taught my heart to love”? It doesn’t make sense.

Set within the song “Amazing Grace”, these words for many many years puzzled me as to their meaning, and though I had sung them many times, I was always baffled by them.
What does it mean, “Twas grace that taught my heart to fear”? It wasn’t until about  
six months ago, after having read John Newton’s biography, that suddenly it clicked. For the first time, I could set the words within the context of the life of the person who wrote them, and with that came a fresh understanding.  

I wont talk too much about the specifics, as John Newton’s life has been well documented and has been told over and over. Most people know him as the man who went from being a slave trader to becoming a leading and compelling witness against the practice, and who, along with his friend William Wilberforce championed a campaign that would eventually see the abolition of slavery in England.

For me, what struck me most within the story was Newton’s dramatic conversion and the strengths of his convictions after it. Although he was brought up and educated by his devout and loving christian mother, and obviously gifted with incredible intellect, his attitude towards the Christian faith vacillated on-and-off from short bouts of strong devotion to lengths of apathy and outright rebellion and moral abandon. Eventually, as time moved on, he wandered completely away from the faith and was numb to anything towards it all. For years, he just lived his life as he wanted to, with no sense of anything but his own life and desires. 


Then, during one sea voyage, to pass the time, Newton flicked through a few pages of that age-old book by Thomas A Kempis, “The Imitation of Christ”. Whilst reading it, he thought it all just romantic nonsense, but later on, as he documents, a question crossed his mind... “What if this is actually all true?”. Soon after these musings, the ship he was sailing on was hit hard by a massive and terrifying storm. Many times he thought he was going to die and the situation caused him to return to his faith as in desperation, he prayed and called upon the Lord. During the tempest he lost all hope and he fully believed his life on earth was soon to come to an abrupt end. But no...  somehow he made it through... and he attributed his survival, (and the survival of the other men on board) to be nothing short of a miracle, ordered by the Divine.

After the storm, Newton was a different man. The event punched a revelation to the core of his soul. A divine work had been wrought within. He had been taught the “fear of the Lord”, as he now had a deep and thorough respect for God.  And though he learned it the hard way, through an encounter that caused him “horror” or “terror”, as one might likely have in a storm, it soon became tempered to become a healthy fear which the “Good Book” says leads to wisdom. God was someone, beyond someone to be reckoned with. God was GOD. Final. All powerful. ALL POWERFUL. Who was John Newton to spurn or turn away or mock with indifference the person of God? Who was he to reduce him to some theology or to brush God aside with reason or pride or whatever. Who was he? And yet God still listened to his prayer.


In the face of this new Pandemic sweeping across the world, I am reminded of John Newton and his song “Amazing Grace”. Nature, is in God’s hands, and there is nothing that will threaten His reign or reduce His power over it. As Jeremiah says in the 18th chapter, God is like a potter who can do anything he wants with the clay he is working.  Did COVID-19 come from God? Did the storm that nearly destroyed John Newton on the high seas come from God? The church doesn’t often say that God is the creator of any catastrophe, as it wants people to see His Love, but let’s not forget that ALL creation reveals the glory of God. And it’s not just the sunsets and the serene landscapes. What about the maggots that infest the rotting carcasses, the flies and the cockroaches,, and the moths that get caught in spiders webs. The horrors within creation are too numerous and terrible to recount. Yes, creation groaning under the burden of sin, waiting to be renewed, consisting of the flower and the thorn are all under Gods almighty command.  And even though I may not like this or that, and may question this or that, who am I, as mere man, to question His power. God is God, and it is He who calls the shots. He will be the Judge at the end of creation, and though I am lost in the quagmire of my limited reason, caught in the folly of my selfishness and desires, He gracefully keeps his ears attentive to my prayer. For that reason alone, I should be so thankful. For John Newton, the revelation of God’s grace went deep as he connected what happened with him on the ocean, directly to God and Christ. And in that he saw a merciful saviour.  The depths of God’s love and longing for him became clear and tangible. He could actually trust that God would take care of him, no matter how bad the storm. His eternal hope had been won.; he saw it seared and scarred in the hands that held and drew him to himself. God’s power could have obliterated him in righteous judgment, but grace allowed him to learn first to fear, then grace, revealing Gods love for him, taught him to trust.

As the COVID -19 virus hits its vicious waves over us, let’s not forget the wonderful truth that John Newton discovered, and sing with him in sounds that echo his joy and wonder. “It is grace that taught my heart to fear, and grace my fears relieved”.


(Side note for those who know the writer of this blog.... John Newton was in love with a girl name Polly.)