How Do You Feel?

How did you feel, Grandpa Noah
Building your boat out of wood,
While the world mocked you through those centuries,
For things not yet understood?
How did you feel?

Well, you built it in faith and obedience
Doing as God told you to.
So I guess you must have felt pretty good,
Even though only God trusted you.

How did you feel, Mr Abram,
Leaving your homeland behind,
To journey on to a new land,
That you were yet to find?
How did you feel?

Well, you stepped out in faith in the Living God,
And journeyed at His command.
So I guess you must have felt pretty good,
As you looked for the Promised Land.

How did you feel, Mr Moses,
When you got to the deep Red Sea,
The Egyptians were hot in pursuit
And there was just no-where to flee?
How did you feel?

Well, you got there by faith in Jehovah,
And you let him lead you all there,
So you looked for a miracle right on the spot.
Your heart no-one could scare.

Then, how did you feel, Mr Moses,
When the people demanded bread
And the wilderness left them all hungry
And your followers wanted you dead?
How did you feel?

Well, you knew the God of Salvation,
Who had called you to His side.
So you spoke words of faith and deliverance
And God wonderfully supplied.

How did you feel, Mr Joshua,
As you walked around that wall,
Keeping silent, grim procession,
Waiting for it to fall?
How did you feel?

Well, you did it in faith in Jehovah,
Just the way He told you to,
So you must have expected the walls to fall
And your army to run straight through.

How did you feel, Elijah,
As before the King you stood
And said the rain would stay in the sky
As long as you said it should?
How did you feel?

Well, you said it in faith in the Lord God
And you spoke it as His word
So I guess you must have felt pretty good
Obeying what you had heard.

Then, How did you feel, Elijah,
Telling that widow to cook
When she just had enough for one last meal
Which you went ahead and took?
How did you feel?

You did it in faith in Jehovah,
And you knew that He led you there,
And you knew this challenge would come to good
And bring to her God’s care.

How did you feel, Lord Jesus,
As you thought of Your final breath
On the cross where You’d die as You hung in the sky
And lose Yourself to death.
How did you feel?

Well, we know that it must have been agony
And we know of Your desperate plea,
But we also know of Your final resolve
To trust God for victory.

How do I feel at this moment,
When problems loom in my face
And the situation seems quite grim
Since I’m doomed to lose this race?
How do I feel?

I choose to trust in the Living God
And believe Him to win for me
So I stir up my faith and I choose to press on
Knowing God will set me free!

I declare that I am a victor
Even though I’m under the gun
And I sing songs of praise as my voice I raise
For Jesus has already won!

Today is my day of deliverance
Tomorrow will dawn anew,
For God’s on my side and His blessings abide
And He will bring me through.

I’m encouraged by Noah and Abram,
And Moses and David and all,
Who faced off with death, and used their last breath
To cry out the victory call.

The Lord is my hope and my stay
Even without hopeful sign
For He is the God of all miracles
And all of those can be mine.

I find in each challenging hour
When hope just has lost all chance
That God comes through beyond all my dreams
And causes my feet to dance.

So I praise You my God and my Saviour
For deliverance from this hour
And for proof that there is a Living God
Of miracle-working power.

I praise You for grace for one such as me
Who doesn’t deserve Your love
And who does not deserve to have things work out
Yet You grace me from above.

Comments

I wrote this poem in June 2006 when I was confronted with an unexpected and challenging financial problem. At first I was winded by the situation and so I looked to the Lord and pressed in to find a platform for my faith to stand on, from God’s Word.

One of my biggest challenges was initially my own “feelings”. I had to harness my emotions and press through the various reactions they wanted to give in to. So that’s why this poem addresses the question, “How did you feel?”

This poem is very personal, in that it springs from my own desperation and personal struggle. I share it with you to encourage you to press through in faith.

“What happened in your case?” You ask. Well, I did not have a sudden deliverance, although I certainly prayed for one. I had to change my plans, tighten my belt, adjust my lifestyle and hold on to the Lord. The season of challenge stretched on beyond what I thought I could ever endure, and here I am having survived it all. Praise God for His keeping power.

The Apostle Paul said, I know how to abound and how to be abased. I have come now to a deeper appreciation of the limitations which abasement brings. But I have also had my attention redirected to the issues of God’s Kingdom, rather than my own material and economic plans. Susan and I feel much freer from material things than we have before.

I pray that the Lord pick you up and carry you through your seasons of challenge as He did with us. But I also pray that you harness your emotions and get on with “Business as Usual”, which is what God asked us to do. My ministry has grown and people have been blessed, because we looked past our own situation and got on with God’s business. May you also do the same!

The Centurion’s Christmas – A Christmas Play

More than twenty years ago I wrote a Christmas Play based around the idea of two Roman Soldiers who expect Bethlehem and baby Jesus to be long forgotten.

I took the idea from a short skit I once saw, and then I wrote a couple of simple songs to go with the Christmas drama. We used it with our Sunday School children, including several of my own sons.

I have made the script available to you to use with your own Christmas celebrations, apart from the other Christmas Play, “Christmas Without Jesus”, which I passed on to you several days ago.

The story starts with shepherds being visited by the angels, then the Roman soldiers enter and meet the shepherds. It turns out that the soldiers saw the glow of the angels, but did not know what it was.

The shepherds find Jesus in the stable and are busy adoring Him when the Centurions barge in to count the people present. As the soldiers leave they ridicule the idea that Bethlehem and Jesus will ever be heard of again.

Check out the whole script by going to the chrisfieldblog.com site and looking for The Centurion’s Christmas in the left hand column.

You are welcome to use the play for any not-for-profit presentation. Please let me know if you use it, just so I can know that it has been useful to someone.

Christmas Without Jesus – A Christmas Play by Chris Field

I wrote this play a few years ago as part of a Christmas presentation. You are welcome to use it this year in your own Christmas program.

This play is written to focus people’s attention on how empty Christmas can be without Christ. It is meant to lead in to a message that presents Christ to a Christmas audience.

Scene – internal of a home. Dad is reading the newspaper. Mum is reading a Romance novel.

Brother & Sister enter, arguing.

Brother – (entering with Sister) “Mum! She says Santa isn’t real.”

Mum is not listening.

Brother – (insistent) “MUM!!! She says Santa isn’t real! Tell her that Santa is real.”

Sister – (bossing the mum) “He’s old enough to know better. It’s about time you told him the truth so he can GROW UP! He’s just such a BIG BABY!!”

Brother – “I am not! You’re just a big fat bossy sister!”

Sister – “Mum. Tell him Santa isn’t real.
Brother – “He IS!!! Isn’t he mum?”

Mum – (finally giving them a small amount of attention) “Look. Go and talk to your father about it.”

Children go to other side of room where dad is reading a paper.

Brother – “DAD! She says Santa isn’t real! He IS real, isn’t he?”

Sister – “He’s just a BIG BABY and he STILL thinks Santa is real!!!”

Dad – “Hey! What’s all this fuss about? Can’t you see I’m reading?”

Brother – “She says Santa is just a made up story.”

Dad – “Look. Go and talk to your MOTHER about it.”

Sister – (turns to mum and then turns back) “We already have!”

Dad – “Well just do whatever SHE said to do.”

Brother – “But SHE said to talk to you.”

Dad – slaps the newspaper down on the table and scowls at his wife. “Can’t anyone take responsibility around here?!”

Brother – “Sister says Santa is just a made up story.”

Dad – “Well, that’s not very nice.”

Sister – “But Dad, it’s about time he GREW UP!”

Dad – “Listen kids, everybody’s got to believe in something. Believing in Santa never hurt anyone. So if he wants to believe in Santa why can’t he?”

Sister – “But it’s not TRUE!”

Dad – “Listen kid, there are a LOT of things that aren’t true, but people believe in them. That’s how life works. People believe in things and that makes them happy.”

Brother – “But I thought Santa was real!”

Dad – “Santa IS REAL, if you believe in him.”

Sister – “That doesn’t make sense.”

Dad – (to Sister) “When YOU believed in Santa, did that make you happy?”

Sister nods.

Dad – “Of COURSE it did! So that’s what BELIEVING is all about. It makes you HAPPY!”

Brother – “Well, is baby Jesus real?”

Dad – “Look, you’re mum is the religious one. You’ll have to ask her.”

Children go to mum.

Brother – “Mum, is baby Jesus real or is he just made up like Santa?”

Mum – “You’ll have to ask your father.”

Sister – “But HE sent us to YOU.”

Mum – (exasperated – puts down her book) “It’s nearly Christmas. Everyone believes in baby Jesus at Christmas. It’s what you’re supposed to do.”

Brother – “But is he REAL?”

Mum is unsure how to answer.

Enter Uncle with his two teenage daughters, Cousin#1 and Cousin#2. Cousin#1 is talking on a mobile phone, while Cousin#2 is listening to music in a headset while playing a hand-held game.

Uncle – “Anybody home?”

Dad – “Hey! It’s great to see you guys. Come on in. Grab a beer out of the fridge.”

Uncle – “We came over to see what you’re planning for Christmas Day.”

Dad – “We’re just having the usual. A big roast dinner.”

Mum – “We’re NOT having a roast dinner. It’s going to be over 30 degrees and I’m not slaving over a hot stove in the stinking heat just so YOU can have a roast dinner.”

Dad – “But it’s CHRISTMAS. We ALWAYS have a roast dinner at Christmas. It’s TRADITION!”

Mum – “Well you know what you can do with your tradition. I’m not slaving over a hot stove on Christmas Day, no matter what you think!”

Uncle – “We could organise a BBQ.”

Mum – “Now THAT’S a good idea. Then the MAN over there can do all the work!”

Dad – “If we don’t have a roast dinner it just WON’T be Christmas.”

Uncle – “Are you all going to church on Christmas Day?”

Mum – “That’s ANOTHER one of the old man’s TRADITIONS!!”

Dad – “Hey, we’re Christians. So of course we go to church on Christmas.”

Cousin#1 – (she has ended her phone call and has been listening in) “What religion are you?”

Dad – “We’re C and E.”

Cousin#1 – “Church of England?”

Dad – “No. C “AND” E. That’s Christmas and Easter! That’s the only times we go to church!”

Sister (to Cousin#1) “What are YOU getting for Christmas? Last year I got some really great things.”

Brother – “Uncle, is Santa real? Sister says he’s just made up.”

Uncle – “Well, SOME people think he’s real.”
Sister – (to Cousin#2) “I’m trying to tell him that Santa isn’t real.”

(Cousin#2 is listening to her earphones and playing on her hand-held game so she doesn’t react)

Cousin#1 – “She can’t hear you.”

Dad – “Look. Let’s put an end to this once and for all. There’s a whole bunch of things people believe in, like the Easter Bunny, Shrek, Baby Jesus, Santa, God and Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer. We live in a free country. You’re allowed to believe in them if it makes you feel any better. And no-one should try to stop you. But it’s Christmas. And that’s all about family and presents and ROAST DINNER.”

Mum – “I’m not cooking a roast dinner in the stinking heat. YOU’RE going to cook a BBQ and I’m staying under the air-conditioner!”

Dad – “We’re just one big happy family. And Christmas is a special time to celebrate the good things in life. Now you kids get out of here. Let’s have another beer.”

Everyone exits, except Cousin#2, who is still absorbed in her game. Sister hurries back in to tap Cousin#2 on the shoulder and get her to leave the stage.

Sermon: Discuss the emptiness of Christmas, tradition, Santa and all that, when Christ is left out.

Marriage Poems

Poetry has the power to capture and express things that might otherwise be hard to say or even define. That’s why I love writing poetry and sharing with you.

I have written several poems and jottings which speak of marriage, including: I Do; A Fresh “I Love You”; Ode to a Wife; Pride Versus Humility; Moral Miracle of Marriage; The Garden Song; The Wedding; Two Streams Converge; and When We Were Wed.

These verses include Wedding Poems, poetry about marriage, poems that speak of the pain of relationships and verses that celebrate the uniqueness of the marriage relationship.

Each of these poems can be found at the Family Horizons website, by clicking the link:

http://familyhorizons.net/html/marriage_poems.html

http://familyhorizons.net/html/marriage_poems.html

Today

Having recently written about ‘Yesterday’ my thoughts jogged along to ‘Today’ and I thought I would try to wax poetic about this thing we call today. I don’t think I’m going to win an award for what is contained here, but I’m sharing it as a way of recording my jottings.

I woke and it was today. Wow! How fast it came.
Only yesterday this day was far away.
And I don’t think I’m ready yet for today.
Could I have a few more days to prepare?
I think I was distracted and didn’t realise how time was passing.

Can we just put it off one more day?
Oh.
So, it’s today.
And I’m ill prepared.
Hmmm.

Well I guess I can have a shot at it, but it won’t be very good.
I should have prepared.
I was going to study and do some reading.
And I thought I’d understand more by now.
But I guess that’s not how it works.

Just give me a minute to see if I can find something to help.
Where are those notes I scribbled long ago?
I can’t find them.
And I don’t remember what they said.
Are you sure we can’t do this tomorrow instead?

Cruel is the fate that catches us off-guard.
Unrelenting time has made this moment hard.
How dare it treat me so?
It seemed to go so slow.
But now I’m caught in moments locked and barred.

Today is oh so cruel to catch me unprepared.
It makes me feel the fool and not a little scared.
It leaves me out of step
With hardly time to prep.
It shows me up as one who hasn’t cared.

Others I can see have met this day full force.
Just how can it be that they have kept that course?
How did they do so well?
I wish that I could tell.
For as for me I’m like a limping horse.

While others dash ahead and run about quite free
My feet are made of lead and stumble under me.
Today has bogged me down
And made me look the clown
While others as I’ve said, get the jump on me.

Tomorrow’s on its way and so I make my choice
To pick a course and stay on track with mind and voice.
So when tomorrow comes
I’ll beat the welcome drums
And have it on a tray as I rejoice.