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162 days ago

by Edward Waters (first posted on 'Facebook', 25th January 2009) 1. Someone once said that, given an absolute choice of two things, I almost always manage to find a third. I've long considered this one of the truest observations ever made about me. 2. I detest being called 'Mister Waters' -- by anyone of any age for any reason. It does not communicate respect. Respect is calling me what I wish to be called. My name is Edward. [Note: A few old friends do still call me 'Ed', but this is only because they met me when I was trying to shake off the 'Eddie' of my childhood. 'Ed' was a transitional compromise.] 3. Apart from necessarily formal occasions (weddings, funerals, etc) or costume events (Hallowe'en, Twelfth Night, Renaissance Festivals), I wear essentially the same outfit every day: Blue or black jeans, sturdy walking shoes, and a long-sleeve shirt of dark grey, black, or navy. It's a deliberate gesture of simplicity in a life where simplicity ...

Truth in a Familiar, Accessible Form

354 days ago

THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT By Edward Waters (Copyright © 2003) ‘Mild He lays His glory by.’ CHARLES WESLEY In his acclaimed book Peace Child, Don Richardson recounts his difficulty, as a missionary in the 1960s, trying to communicate the gospel to a remote tribe of cannibals whose culture prized treachery as the highest of ideals. For them, earning someone’s complete trust, then having them for dinner (first in one sense, followed closely by another) constituted an art and a means to status. So how was one to explain the life and work of Christ to a people predisposed to see Judas as the hero of the tale? Richardson eventually found the answer when he observed the tribe, desperate to end a destructive war with a neighbour, secure peace by offering one of its own beloved children to be raised by the enemy. The ‘peace child’ proved a decisive object lesson by which the missionary was able to relate to ...

As One

652 days ago

Two Trees [to my wife on the 21st anniversary of our first meeting] By Edward Waters (Copyright © November 1996) Two trees, sharing one soil, reaching together into one sunlight, drinking with single joy of every rain, in time entangle roots, meld trunk and branch, wear common rings, and come to live-- or die-- as one. Wound this, and that will wither; but nurture that, and this will thrive. And if at last some storm or blight should fell them, they will but perish in each other's arms.

The True Miracle

726 days ago

Anyone else ... Would have died in a miscarriage on the hard road to Bethlehem ... Would have perished of disease, being born in a public stable ... Would have been among the countless infants who were slaughtered in Herod's jealous rage ... Would have grown up only to be stoned to death as a heretic for speaking the Truth ... Would have drowned in the storm on the Sea of Galilee ... Would have STAYED dead when crucified. But not Messiah ... * * * 'The light shines in the darkness; And the darkness did not overpower it.' (John 1.5) This year, May you discover the true miracle of Christmas. His name is Jesus. * * * VEILED IN FLESH, THE GODHEAD SEE. HAIL THE INCARNATE DEITY! (Copyright © 1985, 2007 ...

Springs Eternal

838 days ago

Pandora's Prize By Edward Waters (Copyright © 18 August 1994) ['. . . Hope. It was the only good the casket had held among the many evils . . .' --Edith Hamilton] Even there It lived and seemingly had long survived, An alien amidst the undiluted bile which now burst forth upon the earth to mix with mortal life and so concoct and serve a drink called woe. How many eons had it thus endured? Crushed beneath that wretched weight. Smothered by the putrid air. Violated by the seething darkness. She thought it frail, and so it seemed when all was loosed and it alone remained. But still She held it fast, sensing its worth despite her fear and shame, And so proved, if a little late, her wisdom.

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