Friday, August 29, 2008

Should we all be on the 'child of God' protection register?


Is Spiritual abuse a sophisticated emotional abuse. Do some churches make us feel obligated to do do do do. How often do we push against our true selves and ignore our true passions to serve someones agenda. "YOU SHOULD DO THIS" - "YOU SHOULD DO THAT". All the while giving our time away and stealing opportunities for unique creativity. In the words of Thomas Merton "They try to draw everyone else into activities as senseless and as devouring as their own. They are great promoters of useless work. They love to organise meetings and banquets and conferences and lectures. They print circulars, write letters, talk for hours on the telephone in order that they may gather a hundred together in a large room where they will all fill the air with smoke and make a great deal of noise and roar at one another and clap their hands and stagger home at last patting on another on the back with the assurance they have all done great things to spread the kingdom of God."


You were in God’s imagination before you were ever born. All the talent, gifting, and creativity you possess was placed in you by God Himself. God has placed things within you that are unique and he delights when you express this creativity. We crave lives full of passion. Is it possible all we have to do is what we are passionate about and God will bless us in it.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

whinbush









Whinbush


Cursed to the margins. Tarred and scorned by the
landlord as troublesome weed; your refuge
a dusty lane by the back field’s hedgerow.


Scourge of landscape and classed as a vagrant
upon your native soil; you foil death plots
by sprouting pin-sharp spikes in self-defence.


Foolish men proclaim you look depressed - not
me! The only gloom I see round you is
bleakness of winter you burst forth from.


Whinbush, you are my sweet Colleen, who shines
against the cracked black bog; heralding spring
the sun kisses your face, as you unfurl
a yellow blanket of sweet-scented flowers.


Jonny Watson
March 2008

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Manly Hug

The first time we met we did not embrace;
Though the stiff handshake and a knowing nod
Over time evolved to frigid clasp, with
Steely arms, averted eyes and awkward hips.

As a rock’s sharp edges slowly soften
when waves grow familiar with the shore line,
A cast iron hug became malleable
And our contours found a safe congruence.


Jonathan Watson
February 2008


Friday, January 18, 2008

RUST



Rust

When the painted veil becomes corroded,

An imprint of rust shows seasons turning.

And a threshold of choice gently unfolds.

Hide your fragility, cover your cracks.

Or risk it all and let nature's finger,

Slowly expose your authentic beauty.

Jonny Watson

Jan 2008

Wednesday, January 09, 2008




A PRAYER - DOORS OF LIFE


Lord, Part of who I am is because of the decisionsI have made.
I have approached many walls with multiple doors.
Each door represents a choice.
Some choices have led into chambers flooded with light and some have led into darkness,
But always they lead to more doors and more choices.
As I emerge from today's shadowed corridor.
Help me choose the right door that will help me be who I am meant to be.
Give me the courage to face whatever is at the other side of the right door for me.


Jonny Watson

Wednesday, January 02, 2008



Hoop dreams

I was walking in Castlewellan today and saw this hoop stuck in a tree. It must have been thrown up there because it was too high for it to have been blown up by the wind. Two narritives came to mind. Was this hoop.


a) the pride and joy of a young child who was playing with too much vigour and energy and the hoop got stuck up the tree.


or


b) was it one of many identical hoops from a set of hoops that were on a day out from a dusty church hall and it's owners don't know or even care that it is missing.


I hope the wind brings it down and it finds a new and worthy owner.

Thursday, October 18, 2007


Am I Racist or Rivalrous


I find myself anxiously approaching the world cup final. I am concerned England will win. Why is it that I can't accept this possibility. England have played some solid rugby and deserve to be in the final after beating France and Australia - yet I find it hard to support them. Is it home nations rivalry, jealousy, unresloved - unrequited love with an English women or pure unadulterated racism.


I am holding onto my somewhat tenuous links with South Africa from seven years ago as my raison d'etre....