All Good Things Must Come to An End. (This is my final regular midweek reflection. It feels like the right time to bring them to an end.)
Geoffrey Chaucer is credited with the original use of this All Good Things Must Come to An End idiom. It first appears in the English author’s poem, Troilus and Criseyde. It is true of so many things. However it is not a universal truth.
(Jeremiah 31:3) The LORD appeared to us in the past, saying: “I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness.’
The enclosed picture is a song that was a favourite of my children, back in the day. Even in secular songs, love is seen as a never ending quality. As a 16 year old, my first love (Maralyn), and I sang this song by ‘Love Affair’ together.
Where life’s river flows, no one really knows
’til someone’s there to show the way to lasting love
Like the sun that shines, endlessly it shine
You always will be mine. It’s everlasting love
When other loves are gone, ours will still be strong
We have our very own everlasting love
Real love will last forever
You give me, you give me, you give me everlasting love.
Though I look back on those days with fondness (Maralyn and I still exchange Christmas Cards) that love did not stand the test of time. However, the love described by Jerimiah is truly everlasting. It is eternal covenant love. I first expressed my love for God in November 1968 (the same year I fell in love with Maralyn) however 52 years later it is still the core of my life. Speaking of love, I love my work as a vicar. I love being there for people at all the key moments. I love taking weddings and I love helping relatives family and friends through the pain of bereavement. I love going each week to God’s word and mining for truths that will help people deepen their own faith. What I have loved more than all these is helping people to find faith for the first time. In 52 years of Christian life, there have been a good number of times when folk have told me they have decided to follow Jesus and I have always sensed something beautiful and supernatural happening. Sometimes there have been tears. Sometimes there has been a deep love filled silence. In one church I had the joy of leading Alpha courses for groups of university students. On one occasion, the day all the final year students left for the first day of the rest of their lives, I found a note in my letterbox. The note was from a lovely girl called Lydia who finished the Alpha course the previous week. It said ‘Thank you for helping me discover the wonder of Jesus’. After drying my eyes I said to myself ‘this is why I do this.’
I hope, during the five months of these reflections, there have been glimpses of him in the things I have shared. I am ready to talk about Jesus whenever you are.
God Bless Alan