It is still in the Dose of Encouragement Series but instead of a post from me it is one from our oldest son Jonathan who is a Pastor and Teacher.
He wrote this on his own blog a couple of weeks ago and I loved it so much I immediately asked if I could have it here to share with you all this week.
Why this week?
Well it just seems very appropriate as this week I have Linda over on holiday from South Korea and Jonathan over on holiday from Leeds and also this is going to be a really busy week for me.
After reading this you may be interested to have a look at Jonathan's blog which has a variety of posts from humorous to bible teaching to deep theological thinking.
So over to Jonathan
The sunlight was beautiful.
After hours of driving – through France and into Italy, back to France then back to Italy – a walk in the evening sunlight was the perfect way to end the afternoon.
Now, when I tell you that my friend started to sing a song of praise, perhaps what you imagine in your mind is the latest ditty from the latest album.
The Italian lady spoke of a ‘big bench’, but more importantly she spoke of a fantastic view over the vineyards. The English of the Italian gentleman was as limited as our Italian, yet still, without words, he managed to show us the way to go.
The sun shone on our faces. The dogs barked as we walked past the lemon trees.
The sun shone on our faces. The dogs barked as we walked past the lemon trees.
And then we were off. Down a country lane between rustic farm buildings. Up a hill between the shining green vineyards.
We stopped to look at the vines.
We stopped to look at the vines.
We stopped to look at the grapes.
Not the grapes you find on the shelves of Asda or Waitrose, but tiny green balls.
Baby grapes.
Baby grapes.
Now, I suppose all grapes must start this way, but we’d never seen grapes like this before.
And as we looked at the grapes, my friend started to sing.
And as we looked at the grapes, my friend started to sing.
He did not sing an Italian song.
Nor did he sing a pop song.
Instead, upon that Lord’s Day, he sang a song of praise.
Now, when I tell you that my friend started to sing a song of praise, perhaps what you imagine in your mind is the latest ditty from the latest album.
Or perhaps you imagine one of those songs which has managed to pass the test of time and endure for a year or two.
But, no, that’s not what he sang.
But, no, that’s not what he sang.
I will rejoice in You and be glad;
I will extol Your love more than wine.
Draw me after You and let us run together;
I will rejoice in You and be glad.
I will extol Your love more than wine.
Draw me after You and let us run together;
I will rejoice in You and be glad.
It was a song none of us had sung or even heard in a decade or more.
A song that people were singing before either of us were born.
To my other friend (the wife of the first friend – she had grown up with much more respectable church music than us!) this was a new song, and she looked on bemusedly as we explained how it was to be sung ‘over and over and over and over and over and over again’ (sorry I just couldn’t resist that reference while I was typing!) world without end, Amen.
And so we wandered through the vineyards singing this ancient chorus.
And so we wandered through the vineyards singing this ancient chorus.
We strolled past the tiny grapes in the beautiful evening light.
And then we found the aforementioned ‘big bench’ – it really was a big bench, so big it seemed to have been made for giants. There was no climbing up to the bench, for it was already occupied by some local teenagers, chatting and giggling – enjoying a beautiful Sunday afternoon with friends.
We gazed out over the rolling hills covered with vines.
We gazed out over the rolling hills covered with vines.
We saw the majesty of the high mountains beyond and understood why they called this place Piedmont. And then we walked back down the hill – back to the lemon tress, the dogs, the hazelnuts and the friendly Italian man who made us an afternoon espresso.
And echoing over the beauty of the light and the rolling vineyards, and over the majesty of the mountains, and over the gift of friendship were those words we had sung:
‘I will rejoice in You and be glad / I will extol Your love more than wine.’
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Hello! My name's Jonathan Black and I'm a pastor and teacher in the Apostolic Church
I read theology at the University of Cambridge (MA) and Continental Theological Seminary/University of Wales (MTh) and PhD (on the Trinitarian ecclesiology of the Apostolic Church.)
Before going to Pastor a church in Leeds I taught theology at Continental Theological Seminary near Brussels (in Belgium).
Since then I have been teaching at Regents Theological college in Malvern
Hence the blog about 'Apostolic Theology'.
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