….I wish, wish, wish I was Catholic. Or, to put it a little more accurately, that this man was my bishop.
He has more backbone than the all the Anglican bishops in Canada (excluding Don Harvey of course).
….I wish, wish, wish I was Catholic. Or, to put it a little more accurately, that this man was my bishop.
He has more backbone than the all the Anglican bishops in Canada (excluding Don Harvey of course).
A little montage for your edification!






Back to Calgary….

Just FYI, I’m thinking of putting together an Anglican website review page shortly to go along with the prophetic one. This will be totally subjective and all IMHO. Any candidates, drop them in the comments page!
In the meantime we’re packing up to go back to Calgary, then I have a million emails to read, tons of general accumulated stuff to sort out etc etc etc. I.e., I’ll be posting when I can, perhaps over the weekend, perhaps next week. TTFN!
It is the twilight of the current age, and we bask in its fading gleams. Much that can be shaken, soon will be.
This was what was spoken into my spirit recently. I have a few ideas on how to understand it, but I think it best if I leave the interpretation open for now.
With apologies to those who are not Tolkien fans, this is what informs my hearts response:
“I wish it need not have happened in my time,” said Frodo. “So do I, said Gandalf, and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
The word is to persevere, though all trials, to run the race set out for us. And, when all else has been done, to simply stand.
Hebrews 12
1Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. 2Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. 3Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.
Yes I do know what is going on in the anglican world (or, at least, I do as of an hour or so ago).
As I’ve said before, there are plenty of anglican news blogs out there, and somehow I doubt you need another one. Rather, if I have anything to offer, it would be to try and present a prophetic perspective.
So what would be that perspective right now? Simply, to be at peace. There is One far greater than us, and all things are unfolding to His plan. Indeed our anglican troubles are just one of the skirmishes of a far greater war. If anything, I think He would have us take our eyes of the immediacy of the moment, look beyond analysing the details, emotions and intents of every paragraph issued by every group and see Him – the author and perfector of our faith.
And then, in repentance and full humility, acknowledging the part we have played in the mess that now exists, kneel at His feet, gaze on Him, and wait the unfolding of His plan. And, as He prompts for action – move, but only move by following in His footsteps.
You see, if we get what we want – a new anglican orthodoxy – but we take with us all our own sins, all our unrepentant attitudes then we’ll arrive in the ‘promised land’ – and find that it is not what our hearts have truly desired.
God has something infinitely better in store for us than merely ‘getting things back to rights again’ – if only we would have eyes to see and hearts to follow. May He give us that vision.
Well, we had an interesting experience the other night. My wife, whose spiritual antennae is a little more sensitive to some things than mine, has felt spiritually oppressed in the holiday cottage we are renting. It’s hard to be more specific in a blog without it all sounding a bit strange.
Suffice to say, if you’ve ever had that kind of experience before, you’ll know what I mean. If you think that kind of stuff is bizarre, then nothing I am going to say here will convince you otherwise.
Neither of us belong to the ‘demons under every bed’ school of exorcism and indeed our experience of this kind of thing is fairly limited. However, the previous few occasions has shown us firstly, the utter malice and wickedness of spiritual evil and secondly, it’s complete impotence against the cross and blood of Jesus.
Anyway, back to the other night. We felt strongly enough that there was some kind of unholy spiritual entity within the house that a prayer of binding would be appropriate. I wasn’t (and am still not) sure whether a Christian has the authority to cast something out of a house where the owner has not given permission. Answers on a postcard to that one please.
However, I was pretty sure that we had the authority to bind for the duration of our stay. So before going to bed we began a binding prayer, and as soon as we were praying, three of our children either woke up or were disturbed in their sleep. In addition the lights started playing up. Enough evidence to suggest to us that we were onto something. So, we settled the kids, finished the prayer and read Psalm 91 together. Job done – Jesus rules!
Psalm 91
1 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. [a]
2 I will say [b] of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust.”
3 Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare
and from the deadly pestilence.
4 He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
5 You will not fear the terror of night,
nor the arrow that flies by day,
6 nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
nor the plague that destroys at midday.
7 A thousand may fall at your side,
ten thousand at your right hand,
but it will not come near you.
8 You will only observe with your eyes
and see the punishment of the wicked.
9 If you make the Most High your dwelling—
even the LORD, who is my refuge-
10 then no harm will befall you,
no disaster will come near your tent.
11 For he will command his angels concerning you
to guard you in all your ways;
12 they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
13 You will tread upon the lion and the cobra;
you will trample the great lion and the serpent.
14 “Because he loves me,” says the LORD, “I will rescue him;
I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
15 He will call upon me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble,
I will deliver him and honor him.
16 With long life will I satisfy him
and show him my salvation.”
So, why am I telling you this? Well, partly because it’s an uncommon experience for us, it’s my blog, and therefore I can ramble on about stuff. 🙂
The other reason is to encourage you. While demons do not tend to reside under every bed (we checked – nope, nothing there) spiritual evil is a reality and sometimes can be attached to a particular location. However, for a Christian this need not be a source of fear or alarm. He that is in us is greater than he that is in the world. Indeed, you don’t need to make a whole big deal about it. Give God the glory and chuck out the interlopers.
So why is it that we do not always take authority over the enemy? After all we are told our battle is not against flesh and blood but against rulers, powers and principalities (Eph 6). Why do we often live as if our battles are indeed against flesh and blood, rather than perceiving what lies behind?
I submit to you that there can be a number of reasons. Doubt, fear, indifference, disbelief, feelings of powerlessness or unworthiness, ignorance or hearts that are calloused to God. Whatever the reason, I’m pretty sure that as long as hotboots can keep us on the defensive or apathetic to spiritual realities, he’s quite happy. Because once Christians rise up and realise both who they are and whose they are then they become an absolute terror to him. Against the cross and the blood of Christ, he cannot stand.
Today, above Radium Hot Springs we visited life-sized sculptures of the 14 Stations of the Cross. Jesus is portrayed there, on a hillside above the Columbian river valley. So who is the lord of this valley? The question was answered again as we traveled home. A sign boldly proclaimed Jesus is the Lord of this valley. Amen!

There are a number of words I hope to share over the next few months or so, but an article written recently here started me thinking again. It is indeed a battle that we are in – whether we choose to acknowledge it or not. We can choose to retreat to our comfy castles and hope to avoid the storm, but it will not avail us.
The signs are there – we have seen the storms that are coming and they will rattle us out of our false security. There is, as ever, only one resting place and that is Jesus. We are given, by the grace of the Lord, time in which to prepare. Or time to pretend that everything will stay the same.
The storms to come will bring both adversity and revival, persecution and blessing. When our false securities are stripped away, so we will have to lean on our real Security. Or dance away to other false gods. Indeed, the very storm that will appear a curse will produce the greatest blessing – when we have eyes to see it.
So be of good heart. The devil does not have the final say. He lost – and lost a long, long time ago. All the smoke and mirrors, all the thunder and lightening, all the fierce roaring and raging are no more than the death throes of a wounded beast.
Even when the storm rages around you, when you are beset all around and the devil seems to hold all the cards from an unassailable position, remember it is simply a lie. He is a usurper apeing God. He has lost, and he knows it. His time is short, and getting shorter.
God has already procured the victory. The gates of hell will never prevail against the Church, His elect. Yes, the storm may rage, but press into Jesus and there you will find the victory, the victory that was won before the ages ever began.

I’m not going to spend a whole lot of time on this one, but I’d like to at least make the point.
Many of those on the liberal side of our Anglican culture wars complain about not being listened to – that we will not hear their arguments and experiences (in particular listening to the experiences of GBLT Christians). The reality often is that they have been listened to, and the arguments found wanting. Anyway, that’s a whole topic in itself.
The point I want to make is that listening, talking and dialogue to liberals often appear to be verbs with a one-way direction. What they actually mean by them is that you will listen to us. I have seen that happen multiple times on this site: http://www.frjakestopstheworld.blogspot.com/.
When a conservative commenter makes arguments that cut a little too close to the bone they are asked to leave, or just have comments deleted. Note that this is not deletion due to discourtesy, it’s simply due to thoughtcrimes. Apparently some liberal ears are too delicate to hear conservative thoughts. Should you believe that, you’ll believe anything. See this: http://www.haloscan.com/comments/terry137/115873105209107649/#361918 as the latest example.
Fr Jake can do what he likes with his own site; I have no complaints there. However, those actions reveal the hypocrisy behind the whole ‘listening’ thing.
Well anyway, I’ve had my rant. Back to posting what I really wanted to post today….
I’m not exactly sure how Binky the web elf supremo, head honcho, numero uno, big cheese etc etc etc manages to do it, but within a week of this blogs’ inception he and his super-efficient intelligence department has linked to me. One has to wonder if he ever sleeps? 😉
Seeing as I see a little spike in traffic now (which wasn’t that hard to accomplish, heh) I though I’d better say a little ‘hi and welcome’.
Since (as I mentioned) I’m currently on holiday in what is proving to be the warmer side of the rockies, blogging may sometimes give way to more holidayish type activities. Normal service (whatever that is) will be restored come October. However I’ll be popping in from time to time to give you the possibly dubious benefit of my wisdom on the increasingly odd times in which we live.
Blessings,
Peter
Off on holiday to British Columbia for a while. I think the place I’m staying at has internet, in which case I’ll be back. If not, it’ll be an internet fast for a while. Will I cope? Hard to know, hard to know…..
UPDATE: I’m back….for my fast growing, dynamic and loyal readership. Ahem.