“If you’re living a lie, you’ve adopted a rhyme.”

- Author Unknown

I thought it was interesting…

A particular thought was about this journey of life, the highs and lows of it, the sometimes feeling you’ve headed in the wrong direction, made bad choices and how you recognise the impact that has on shaping who you are/become. This led to musing on God. Does, how, and where He plays a part; thinking about whether there is a ‘straight path’ we are intended to follow, and the frustration there can be when we seem not too; wondering if God ever has enough of the ‘straying’…

So it was with interest that I read part of the following quote referenced on someone’s facebook page this afternoon (good old facebook ). I was drawn by what it said, so sort out the fuller quote. Food for thought, I thought.

What matters supremely, therefore, is not, in the last analysis, the fact that I know God, but the larger fact which underlies it – the fact that HE knows me. I am graven on the palms of His hands. I am never out of His mind. All my knowledge of Him depends on His sustained initiative in knowing me. I know Him because He first knew me, and continues to know me. He knows me as a friend, One who loves me; and there is no moment when His eye is off me, or His attention distracted from me, and no moment, therefore when His care falters.

This is momentous knowledge. There is unspeakable comfort – the sort of comfort that energizes, be it said, not enervates – in knowing that God is constantly taking knowledge of me in love and watching over me for my good. There is tremendous relief in knowing that His love to me is utterly realistic, based at every point on prior knowledge of the worst about me, so that no discovery now can disillusion Him about me, in the way I am so often disillusioned about myself, and quench His determination to bless me.

There is, certainly, great cause for humility in the thought that He sees all the twisted things about me that my fellow humans do not see (and I am glad!), and that He sees more corruption in me than that which I see in myself (which, in all conscience, is enough). There is, however, equally great incentive to worship and love God in the thought that, for some unfathomable reason, He wants me as His friend, and desires to be my friend, and has given His Son to die for me in order to realize this purpose. We cannot work these thoughts out here, but merely to mention them is enough to show how much it means to know not merely that we know God, but that He knows us.

- J.I. Packer (Taken from  ‘Knowing God’ )

” I don’t like pigeons that fly”

This was a comment from my friend that had me laughing away. It made no sense to me!

She went on to clarify that as long as they weren’t flying around, she was fine with them. Once they take flight though, she will look for the quickest escape route, ‘ducking ‘n’ diving’ and maybe hollering. Either way, you’ll know about it

I don’t think she’ll be joining the Save Trafalgar Square Pigeons campaign anytime soon!

I kid you not. I thought I’d do a search for something on pigeons and this was result no.4 in my everyclick search. There is also a Wikpedia reference for them: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Save_the_Trafalgar_Square_Pigeons

Alongside my wonder at the existence of the group, some of the references to the pigeons of Trafalgar Square being starved to death, and the licensed feed seller: Bernie Rayner, (whose family sold birdseed in the square from 1948) no longer permitted to sell feed,  had me pondering the matter further than I would have thought was merited.

Other strangely interesting finds:

Pigeon Blog, click link for latest post: http://pigeonblog.wordpress.com/2009/03/16/lovely-bagel-necklace/

National Pigeon Day! http://nationalpigeonday2009.eventbrite.com/