…Danger! deep quarry
Near to where I live, in Jells Park, is a long walking track, it takes you around an old disused quarry. It’s a huge quarry surrounded by a high barbed wire fence, at intervals of fifty meters or so there are large metal signs with these words DANGER, DEEP QUARRY! NO UNAUTHORISED ACCESS!. Almost as if in defience, to the left side of one of these signs is a large hole in the wire fence. If you step through this hole, as I did, you discover a well-worn track. A little further down this track you come across another sign it reads; “Please take your rubbish home and lets keep this place pristine” The second sign is at odds with the first it has scant regard for its warnings.
The track winds its way through a thick wooded area filled with lots of beautiful cypress trees. The track turns a blind corner and then it takes you to a clearing where the views are nothing short of breathtaking. For a few moments I felt as if I was somewhere else the view reminded me of pictures I had seen of the great lakes in the wild outback of Canada, I stood there for a long time feeling a sense of awe. Of course those on the other side of the fence could not know of this, would never know of this, the warning sign would have done its job.
There will always be those amongst us who see the warning signs merely as a challenge not a thing to be feared.Thank God for those saints, both past and present, who respectfully decline the rowdy voices within the Church who are more concerned with safety, security and a no-risk venture.
These same voices can be compelling, convinced themselves that they are the very voice of God.We need these same voices, to do things with reckless abandon with little concern for the outcome makes for a short life.However, the problem for the Church is that these same voices are the ones that always seem to be heard those who fear the most, sometimes, speak the loudest. “lovers of the boat”: cry out in one accord ‘DON’T ROCK THE BOAT’.
We need anchors they are most helpful in a storm, but what if there is no storm? what of the anchor then?.
…Many cling to the anchor, others love the ocean more.
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