When I hear the word obedience, I immediately think back to the days of my youth when I was the owner of a beautiful Border Collie called Cap. He was a truly amazing dog, not only was he successful in competitive obedience, but I was able to train him to help my disabled Mum. He could fetch the post, her glasses, bring in the milk, close doors and empty the washing machine. He was also very adept at stealing food, his worse vice, and it was to our dismay when one day the remains of the Sunday roast disappeared behind the greenhouse, never to be seen again.
He was not only a helper, but a loyal friend who listened without being critical, who stayed close when you needed comfort and who was always generous with his enthusiastic greeting when anyone came to visit, or when I returned home from school or work. We all need that someone who will love us unconditionally, regardless of how disillusioned or grumpy we may be.
Being obedient isn't something we take to easily, is it? It cannot be denied that the obedience demanded of us as Christians stretches beyond our human capability. I've recently been studying the Sermon on the Mount as leader of the Inspire Bible Fellowship at Goffs Oak Methodist Church. The demands made of us to live our lives according to the values of God's Kingdom and not according to the ways of the World, to be salt and light, it's a tall order, is it not? But let us not be faint-hearted, or worse still, half-hearted, but strive with the help of the Holy Spirit to live as Christ demanded. Let us not be distracted as Cap sometimes was.
Friday 24 January 2014
Wednesday 22 January 2014
No easy answers
Sometimes we find ourselves in a situation where there are no easy answers. We feel caught between a rock and a hard place and it is hard to contemplate the way forward. We try to be positive, but deep down inside, we feel are stressed out and wish things would just settle down again.
I often wonder how the disciples felt when Jesus started talking about his death on a cross, about leaving them and of serious challenges ahead. For the most part, they were unable to grasp what he was saying to them. They had left everything to follow Jesus and now their time together was threatening to come to an end.
I find myself approaching a crossroads, unsure of what lies around the corner. I do hope my exploration day on Saturday makes the way forward just a little clearer. All I know is that God wants all of me, not just what is left when the daily grind has done its worst. Not just what's left when the duties are done and the next rota prepared.
We are called to be disciples and some are called into full-time service. It isn't an easy thing to contemplate, I think of the hymn below, and if that is what is confirmed, my answer has to be yes.
I often wonder how the disciples felt when Jesus started talking about his death on a cross, about leaving them and of serious challenges ahead. For the most part, they were unable to grasp what he was saying to them. They had left everything to follow Jesus and now their time together was threatening to come to an end.
I find myself approaching a crossroads, unsure of what lies around the corner. I do hope my exploration day on Saturday makes the way forward just a little clearer. All I know is that God wants all of me, not just what is left when the daily grind has done its worst. Not just what's left when the duties are done and the next rota prepared.
We are called to be disciples and some are called into full-time service. It isn't an easy thing to contemplate, I think of the hymn below, and if that is what is confirmed, my answer has to be yes.
Will you come and follow me
if I but call your name? Will you go where you don’t know and never be the same?
Will you let my love be shown,
will you let my name be known,
will you let my life be grown
in you and you in me?
Will you leave your self behind
if I but call your name? Will you care for cruel and kind and never be the same?
Will you risk the hostile stare
should your life attract or scare,
will you let me answer prayer
in you and you in me?
Will you let the blinded see
if I but call your name? Will you set the prisoners free and never be the same? Will you kiss the leper clean and do such as this unseen, and admit to what I mean in you and you in me?
Will you love the ‘you’ you hide
if I but call your name? Will you quell the fear inside and never be the same?
Will you use the faith you’ve found
to reshape the world around
through my sight and touch and sound
in you and you in me?
Lord, your summons echoes true
when you but call my name. Let me turn and follow you and never be the same. In your company I’ll go where your love and footsteps show. Thus I’ll move and live and grow in you and you in me.
©1987 WGRG, Iona Community, Govan, Glasgow G51 3UU, Scotland
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Saturday 18 January 2014
A heart-warming experience.
All Methodists know the story of John Wesley, who on the 24th May 1738 went to a Bible study rather reluctantly, only to find his heart strangely warmed by the assurance of his own salvation through Christ. It was an event that changed the man and his ministry forever.
I was ten years old when I accepted Jesus as my Saviour. It was a very dark week in my young life. I'd been told that my Dad who was ill in hospital was so ill that he wasn't going to be with us very long. As if that wasn't bad enough, my Uncle Wesley who always visited us regularly had a heart attack on the way to work that morning and he died three days later. I saw his body in the coffin - I'd never seen a dead person before and it was all so sudden that I wakened on the morning of his funeral in tears. I wasn't going anywhere, not before putting my faith in Jesus.
It was 25th March 1975, and in spite of the difficult days we were experiencing as a family, I felt a warmth and a peace that a ten year old couldn't possibly have described to anyone. Almost 39 years on, I still remember that moment so vividly.
As I look back on that day and all that has happened since, I know I've grown in faith and in confidence. There have been times when that hope and that confidence was all I had left - and it was even more precious. In 2013, I want on the Wesley Walk on 24th May along with Methodists from around the District and further afield starting at St Paul's Cathedral for Evensong. It was a cool, damp evening as we stood by the Wesley Flame by the Museum of London and sang 'And can it be' and I could feel again that strange warmth on the inside and an assurance of salvation. I was indeed called to be one of Mr Wesley's preachers, called to take the Gospel to those who have never heard it.
These words are etched upon my heart, from 2 Timothy 4:1-5
In the presence of God and of Christ Jesus, who will judge the living and the dead, and in view of his appearing and his kingdom, I give you this charge: Preach the word; be prepared in season and out of season; correct, rebuke and encourage —with great patience and careful instruction. For the time will come when people will not put up with sound doctrine. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears want to hear. They will turn their ears away from the truth and turn aside to myths. But you, keep your head in all situations, endure hardship, do the work of an evangelist, discharge all the duties of your ministry.
I was ten years old when I accepted Jesus as my Saviour. It was a very dark week in my young life. I'd been told that my Dad who was ill in hospital was so ill that he wasn't going to be with us very long. As if that wasn't bad enough, my Uncle Wesley who always visited us regularly had a heart attack on the way to work that morning and he died three days later. I saw his body in the coffin - I'd never seen a dead person before and it was all so sudden that I wakened on the morning of his funeral in tears. I wasn't going anywhere, not before putting my faith in Jesus.
It was 25th March 1975, and in spite of the difficult days we were experiencing as a family, I felt a warmth and a peace that a ten year old couldn't possibly have described to anyone. Almost 39 years on, I still remember that moment so vividly.
As I look back on that day and all that has happened since, I know I've grown in faith and in confidence. There have been times when that hope and that confidence was all I had left - and it was even more precious. In 2013, I want on the Wesley Walk on 24th May along with Methodists from around the District and further afield starting at St Paul's Cathedral for Evensong. It was a cool, damp evening as we stood by the Wesley Flame by the Museum of London and sang 'And can it be' and I could feel again that strange warmth on the inside and an assurance of salvation. I was indeed called to be one of Mr Wesley's preachers, called to take the Gospel to those who have never heard it.
These words are etched upon my heart, from 2 Timothy 4:1-5
In the presence of God and of Christ Jesus, who will judge the living and the dead, and in view of his appearing and his kingdom, I give you this charge: Preach the word; be prepared in season and out of season; correct, rebuke and encourage —with great patience and careful instruction. For the time will come when people will not put up with sound doctrine. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears want to hear. They will turn their ears away from the truth and turn aside to myths. But you, keep your head in all situations, endure hardship, do the work of an evangelist, discharge all the duties of your ministry.
Tuesday 14 January 2014
God can use the Technology too
Speak to some people in our church community and the technology of the modern age represents an unwanted intrusion into the world of church. New hymns, PowerPoint, contemporary styles of worship, digi boxes instead of organs and then there's the dreaded advent of email and social media.
All through the ages, the church has benefitted from new developments. Were it not for the printing press, we wouldn't have Bibles or hymn books. Can we imagine worship without music? I think not. I have found that technology can be a useful tool. As a local preacher in training, I have gained a great deal from a Facebook group for local preachers doing Faith and Worship. The group has grown and now boasts over 320 members. Social media gets a great deal of bad press, but surely that is one example of God using something from our modern age for his own purposes.
I suppose the lesson is that God uses all means at his disposal to reach people and bring them into closer discipleship, and I hope he will use the articles published here to his own glory. Let us refrain from putting limits on God and instead offer him everything we have and everything we are for the benefit of his Kingdom.
All through the ages, the church has benefitted from new developments. Were it not for the printing press, we wouldn't have Bibles or hymn books. Can we imagine worship without music? I think not. I have found that technology can be a useful tool. As a local preacher in training, I have gained a great deal from a Facebook group for local preachers doing Faith and Worship. The group has grown and now boasts over 320 members. Social media gets a great deal of bad press, but surely that is one example of God using something from our modern age for his own purposes.
I suppose the lesson is that God uses all means at his disposal to reach people and bring them into closer discipleship, and I hope he will use the articles published here to his own glory. Let us refrain from putting limits on God and instead offer him everything we have and everything we are for the benefit of his Kingdom.
Monday 13 January 2014
Hope
Hope is a small word of just four letters, but an awful lot rests on it. To be without hope is a truly desperate situation indeed. When we lose hope we find ourselves in a very vulnerable place, a place where everything can just fall apart in amidst a sea of chaos.
Christian hope stands apart from many of the other things that can influence our lives. It is something that no one can take away from us, it is something that comes with a cast iron guarantee. When we put our trust in Jesus, then we have a friend who will never let us down. It doesn't mean bad things won't happen. It does mean that we will be given the strength to bear the challenges that lie before us. Even in the Old Testament, we are promised real hope - summed up,perfectly in these words from Isaiah:
Isaiah 40:28-31 NIV
[28] Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom. [29] He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. [30] Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; [31] but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.
Christian hope stands apart from many of the other things that can influence our lives. It is something that no one can take away from us, it is something that comes with a cast iron guarantee. When we put our trust in Jesus, then we have a friend who will never let us down. It doesn't mean bad things won't happen. It does mean that we will be given the strength to bear the challenges that lie before us. Even in the Old Testament, we are promised real hope - summed up,perfectly in these words from Isaiah:
Isaiah 40:28-31 NIV
[28] Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom. [29] He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. [30] Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; [31] but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.
The very first morning I turned up at Goffs Oak Methodist Church, I was at a very low point. The words from verse 31 were on a wall hanging above the organ. I knew at that point I was in the right place. A place where love and hope is found amidst fellowship with God's people.
Sunday 12 January 2014
Thoughts at Bedtime
I had a lovely time at St John this morning, and a challenging message for the first official meeting of the Inspire Bible Fellowship at Goffs Oak. We all need to be challenged sometimes. I have certainly been challenged by the events of recent weeks. Too much thinking time must surely be as bad as not enough! I found myself wrestling with things in a new way, it was very moving.
God doesn't call the qualified, he qualifies the called. I guess this is all part of my preparation for the challenges ahead, whatever they may be.
God doesn't call the qualified, he qualifies the called. I guess this is all part of my preparation for the challenges ahead, whatever they may be.
A Catalyst for the Kingdom
A Catalyst for God’s Kingdom
By Joanne Mead
God speaks to each of us in different ways – and as a local preacher on trial who was just about to go solo, I was surprised when that still small voice made me realise that God wants me to be a catalyst. As a scientist, I am well aware of what a catalyst does – it reduces the energy required for a chemical reaction to take place, but it never becomes used up or exhausted in the process. For some time now, I have felt called to the task of evangelism – so did that make me a catalytic converter? It was certainly a funny thought and some people laughed at the concept, but I’m sure God was completely serious.
As someone who is enthusiastic, and often stubborn and determined, it’s very easy to overdo things and end up over-tired and burned out. Was this God saying that he wanted me to take things steady? Well, that’s one interpretation and it certainly has a measure of relevance, but the catalyst idea has another connotation – that of making things happen, but without becoming exhausted myself. It’s not so much a reminder to be sensible, but a call to be an enabler, an encourager and a driver for progress. It can be the difference between success and failure, and for the churches with whom I have a connection, it has the potential to be a very positive ministry.
Two years on, I’m almost finished my studies to become an accredited local preacher and the sense of joy and the feeling of at-oneness when I lead worship has been overwhelming at times. The other thing you become aware of as a preacher leading worship is the way in which the Spirit guides us and directs us, so that our message has relevance to people in the congregation. In that context, I am beginning to realise what God meant by being a catalyst, for it is he who provides the resources and the Holy Spirit who touches the hearts of the people and empowers them.
When Jesus told the disciples about the Holy Spirit, the Advocate who would come after him (John 14), he promised that their minds would be opened and they would at last understand all that he had said to them. They would be able to do what was previously impossible and they would take the news of God’s love to all nations. We too share in the gift of the Holy Spirit, and that same Spirit works within us and through us. Its influence is just as powerful as it was back then, if we allow it to be so.
I pray that through the power of the Holy Spirit, God will indeed use me as a catalyst – an encourager and an enabler, to grow his Kingdom and that like Peter, I will have the confidence to preach boldly and with clarity.
By Joanne Mead
God speaks to each of us in different ways – and as a local preacher on trial who was just about to go solo, I was surprised when that still small voice made me realise that God wants me to be a catalyst. As a scientist, I am well aware of what a catalyst does – it reduces the energy required for a chemical reaction to take place, but it never becomes used up or exhausted in the process. For some time now, I have felt called to the task of evangelism – so did that make me a catalytic converter? It was certainly a funny thought and some people laughed at the concept, but I’m sure God was completely serious.
As someone who is enthusiastic, and often stubborn and determined, it’s very easy to overdo things and end up over-tired and burned out. Was this God saying that he wanted me to take things steady? Well, that’s one interpretation and it certainly has a measure of relevance, but the catalyst idea has another connotation – that of making things happen, but without becoming exhausted myself. It’s not so much a reminder to be sensible, but a call to be an enabler, an encourager and a driver for progress. It can be the difference between success and failure, and for the churches with whom I have a connection, it has the potential to be a very positive ministry.
Two years on, I’m almost finished my studies to become an accredited local preacher and the sense of joy and the feeling of at-oneness when I lead worship has been overwhelming at times. The other thing you become aware of as a preacher leading worship is the way in which the Spirit guides us and directs us, so that our message has relevance to people in the congregation. In that context, I am beginning to realise what God meant by being a catalyst, for it is he who provides the resources and the Holy Spirit who touches the hearts of the people and empowers them.
When Jesus told the disciples about the Holy Spirit, the Advocate who would come after him (John 14), he promised that their minds would be opened and they would at last understand all that he had said to them. They would be able to do what was previously impossible and they would take the news of God’s love to all nations. We too share in the gift of the Holy Spirit, and that same Spirit works within us and through us. Its influence is just as powerful as it was back then, if we allow it to be so.
I pray that through the power of the Holy Spirit, God will indeed use me as a catalyst – an encourager and an enabler, to grow his Kingdom and that like Peter, I will have the confidence to preach boldly and with clarity.
Morning Musings
Just getting ready to lead worship at St John Methodist Church. A small congregation, but one that is a joy to be with, for what they lack in size they make up for with enthusiasm. As I travel around our circuit, I meet a diverse range of people and that is part of the joy of preaching. So this morning I remember all who are leading worship, and I pray that your time with your congregation will be a joyous one. One that will leave the sweet aroma of God's love lingering on people's hearts. It should be a bit like Lavender, you cannot touch a Lavender plant without some of its fragrance rubbing off on you. So it must be with us. God bless you.
Saturday 11 January 2014
Reflection during Storm Dirk
What sort of man is this? Even the wind and the waves obey him.
By Joanne Mead
As I write this, the United Kingdom is being battered once again by a severe storm, this one is called ‘Storm Dirk’. Two people have already lost their lives, more have suffered damage to home or business. The media takes great delight in putting reporters in exposed places to let us know how awful the conditions are, as if we cannot see that for ourselves. People’s travel plans are disrupted, trees uprooted and homes damaged. The reports reminded me of the very first public Bible reading I ever did in church at our annual Sunday School service. It was from Luke 8 and was the story about Jesus calming the storm. Jesus and his disciples were in a boat on the Sea of Galilee, which was and still is very susceptible to sudden, violent storms. Jesus was asleep and as the waves washed over the boat, the disciples began to fear for their lives. Jesus wakened up, calmed the storm and then queried why the disciples were afraid. Where was their faith? I could just imagine the look on those poor disciples’ faces when Jesus responded in that way. It must have been one of complete amazement. How could he say that? What sort of man was he? Even the wind and the waves obeyed him.
What sort of man was he? The disciples didn’t understand Jesus - and if you read through the four Gospels, time and time again you find accounts of the disciples failing to grasp his message. It isn’t until they receive the Holy Spirit that they can begin to understand all that he has told them. They spent approximately three years with Jesus during his ministry and he always puzzled them. They weren’t alone, for the Pharisees also found it hard to understand who Jesus was too. They treated him with suspicion and they would eventually demand his execution on a Roman cross.
We do not experience Jesus like the disciples did, and I’m sure we all have times when we struggle to really understand what he’s all about. He seems to turn everything on its head with his parables about the first being last and the last first. He ministered to those the society of the day rejected as worthless, and most of all, he changed lives. Some people find his way of living a tough call - after all, society dictates that we are seen with all the right people, that we wear the right clothes and equip ourselves with all of the right gadgets and accessories. What about the people our society rejects as worthless? How do we respond to them? It’s so easy to just put a few coins in a charity collection box and think that is enough, it’s so easy to jump on the bandwagon of political correctness when what Jesus demands that we love one another as he first loved us. It means welcoming the whosoever of John 3:16 into our midst and loving them regardless of our society’s stereotypes. It means reaching out into the not-so-nice areas of town and making the person of Jesus real to them through our actions. It means allowing Jesus into our hearts, only then can he bring calm to our stormy lives.
By Joanne Mead
As I write this, the United Kingdom is being battered once again by a severe storm, this one is called ‘Storm Dirk’. Two people have already lost their lives, more have suffered damage to home or business. The media takes great delight in putting reporters in exposed places to let us know how awful the conditions are, as if we cannot see that for ourselves. People’s travel plans are disrupted, trees uprooted and homes damaged. The reports reminded me of the very first public Bible reading I ever did in church at our annual Sunday School service. It was from Luke 8 and was the story about Jesus calming the storm. Jesus and his disciples were in a boat on the Sea of Galilee, which was and still is very susceptible to sudden, violent storms. Jesus was asleep and as the waves washed over the boat, the disciples began to fear for their lives. Jesus wakened up, calmed the storm and then queried why the disciples were afraid. Where was their faith? I could just imagine the look on those poor disciples’ faces when Jesus responded in that way. It must have been one of complete amazement. How could he say that? What sort of man was he? Even the wind and the waves obeyed him.
What sort of man was he? The disciples didn’t understand Jesus - and if you read through the four Gospels, time and time again you find accounts of the disciples failing to grasp his message. It isn’t until they receive the Holy Spirit that they can begin to understand all that he has told them. They spent approximately three years with Jesus during his ministry and he always puzzled them. They weren’t alone, for the Pharisees also found it hard to understand who Jesus was too. They treated him with suspicion and they would eventually demand his execution on a Roman cross.
We do not experience Jesus like the disciples did, and I’m sure we all have times when we struggle to really understand what he’s all about. He seems to turn everything on its head with his parables about the first being last and the last first. He ministered to those the society of the day rejected as worthless, and most of all, he changed lives. Some people find his way of living a tough call - after all, society dictates that we are seen with all the right people, that we wear the right clothes and equip ourselves with all of the right gadgets and accessories. What about the people our society rejects as worthless? How do we respond to them? It’s so easy to just put a few coins in a charity collection box and think that is enough, it’s so easy to jump on the bandwagon of political correctness when what Jesus demands that we love one another as he first loved us. It means welcoming the whosoever of John 3:16 into our midst and loving them regardless of our society’s stereotypes. It means reaching out into the not-so-nice areas of town and making the person of Jesus real to them through our actions. It means allowing Jesus into our hearts, only then can he bring calm to our stormy lives.
Credit Worth Considering
Credit worth Considering!
By Joanne Mead
I guess many of you have been bargain-hunting recently? The January sales are prime time to get things you want at a reduced price. It is all so very easy stand in queue and when you turn comes put your card into the little machine type in your pin and the deal is done. Plastic cards! How popular they are as people mount up their arrears on the plethora of credit so freely available.
It always fascinates me that the terms “credit” and “debt” have profound spiritual meaning. We don’t have to contemplate a situation where we sin now and pay later. The price of our sin has already been paid in full. Salvation is a gift, offered to us by God. To accept it is to enter into a special relationship that was made possible by the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ, God’s only son. It’s the greatest bargain that humankind has ever been offered, but do we accept it gratefully?
When Jesus died on the cross for sins that were not His own, it wasn’t just case of suffering the punishment due to us. Through Jesus, we are justified; we are restored to a state that is just as if we’d never sinned. The sheet is wiped clean and our acceptance into God’s Kingdom is assured. What we are required to do is to repent and believe, and we can then enter into a new relationship with God through His Son.
John 3:16 is a well-known verse to many, but for those less familiar:
For God so loved the world, that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life. (NIV)
I can remember vividly the day when I took that special step. I was just ten years old. The spring sunshine pouring in through the windows warmed the carpet under my feet. I remember feeling like a huge load had been lifted. I treasure that moment to this very day. It was the day I discovered what real credit was about. Jesus had credited me worthy of being a member the family of God. It became personal “the whoever” of John 3:16 included the name of Joanne. The best gift she would ever receive unmerited and free.
By Joanne Mead
I guess many of you have been bargain-hunting recently? The January sales are prime time to get things you want at a reduced price. It is all so very easy stand in queue and when you turn comes put your card into the little machine type in your pin and the deal is done. Plastic cards! How popular they are as people mount up their arrears on the plethora of credit so freely available.
It always fascinates me that the terms “credit” and “debt” have profound spiritual meaning. We don’t have to contemplate a situation where we sin now and pay later. The price of our sin has already been paid in full. Salvation is a gift, offered to us by God. To accept it is to enter into a special relationship that was made possible by the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ, God’s only son. It’s the greatest bargain that humankind has ever been offered, but do we accept it gratefully?
When Jesus died on the cross for sins that were not His own, it wasn’t just case of suffering the punishment due to us. Through Jesus, we are justified; we are restored to a state that is just as if we’d never sinned. The sheet is wiped clean and our acceptance into God’s Kingdom is assured. What we are required to do is to repent and believe, and we can then enter into a new relationship with God through His Son.
John 3:16 is a well-known verse to many, but for those less familiar:
For God so loved the world, that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life. (NIV)
I can remember vividly the day when I took that special step. I was just ten years old. The spring sunshine pouring in through the windows warmed the carpet under my feet. I remember feeling like a huge load had been lifted. I treasure that moment to this very day. It was the day I discovered what real credit was about. Jesus had credited me worthy of being a member the family of God. It became personal “the whoever” of John 3:16 included the name of Joanne. The best gift she would ever receive unmerited and free.
2014 a new year and a new way forward
I can't say that I wasn't warned about the dangers of burn-out and just before Christmas, I came perilously close. I won't be that lucky a second time, so with wise words from a trusted friend, I am going forward with a different mindset. More time out, more quietness, more time for reflection.
2014 promises to be an exciting year as I get ever closer to completing Faith and Worship, the training course for Methodist local preachers. Now near the end of Unit 16, with just one more unit to go.
I read this morning that when we allow busyness to take over our lives, God can get squeezed out. Well, hopefully my new way forward will mean a closer relationship with God and my process of discernment can continue in a much more sensitive and spiritually uplifting way.
2014 promises to be an exciting year as I get ever closer to completing Faith and Worship, the training course for Methodist local preachers. Now near the end of Unit 16, with just one more unit to go.
I read this morning that when we allow busyness to take over our lives, God can get squeezed out. Well, hopefully my new way forward will mean a closer relationship with God and my process of discernment can continue in a much more sensitive and spiritually uplifting way.
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