Why is Prayer so Difficult?

At one level, it isn’t. Many of us chatter to God all day, turning to him at a moment’s notice. No, I’m talking about time spent waiting on God, seeking to deeply enter his presence, to worship, to listen to him. Dangerous prayer, that changes us.

If you’re anything like me, you’ve experienced just enough of this listening prayer to whet your appetite, to make you long for more. Yet there have also been many times when you’ve sat, your mind going in all directions, not much sense of the presence of the Holy Spirit, nothing that sounds much like Jesus’ words to your soul.

Why is it so difficult?

I’m privileged to be a Beta reader for a friend who is writing on soul formation. To be honest, it’s not an area that I’ve related to well in the past, though my friend has a different way of making her point – her book is drawing me in. Especially her section on listening prayer. So I’ve been inspired to reengage.

As part of that, I picked up  “Let’s Talk”, a booklet on prayer by Bill Crowder. I found him asking the same questions. “If prayer is so important ….   why do we so often find it so difficult? Why do we sometimes find it unsatisfying? Why do we struggle to experience the freshness and the wonder of our God when sincerely trying to enter his presence?”

It was the first phrase that struck me. “If prayer is so important ….” Yes, we know how important prayer is. Both personal and corporate. So, from what we know of the Christian journey, wouldn’t we expect it also to be difficult? Of course! It’s fairly obvious, but it came as a new insight.

Liszt’s piano piece “Campanella” is excruciatingly difficult, and excruciatingly beautiful. Is it worth the trouble? To the pianist who has won through to flawless performance, the answer is, “Oh yes! Oh  my goodness yes!”

So, a new engagement with listening prayer. Anyone coming with me?

GMB

A Tale of an Ordinary Saint.

A teacher who came to my Discipleship Training School in YWAM told this tale. It was about his experience attending one of the soul-formation camps headed by Neville Winger on Great Barrier Island, east of North Auckland, New Zealand.

“My work duty time usually had me outside, working on the grounds. Most days, as I weeded, or cleared, or trimmed, I would notice some camper trudging up the hill to Neville’s office, with head bowed, shoulders slumped. One by one, as God brought to the surface old issues to be healed, each would seek prayer and guidance from our beloved Neville. An hour or so later I would see the person emerge, back straighter, head held higher, hope stirring in their eyes.

“The day came when it was my turn. I too shuffled up the hill to knock on that door. Neville called for me to come in, then motioned me to a seat. He was sitting behind his desk, with Bible open. I sat in front of his desk. Neville said nothing for the longest time, but sat with head bowed over his Bible.

“Eventually, he began praying. He hadn’t asked me anything about what was on my heart, yet he began praying into exactly the issues that were weighing on me. I was amazed. Neville was so clearly a man who listens to God. About an hour later, I walked back down the hill from his office, with hope rekindled.”

How do you feel when you read of a saint who hears so confidently from God? A little skeptical? That he doesn’t sound real, not like one of us ordinary mortals?

Firstly, let me assure you that Neville Winger did not have an infallible hotline to God. None of us does. But he was a man with long experience sitting in God’s presence, waiting on him, listening to him.

Secondly, Neville’s close friendship with God doesn’t make him extraordinary, like an exhibit at a museum. No, God sees that kind of devotion as just ordinary. It’s what we’re all called to. Neville’s story might inspire us, but it doesn’t put him in a different category. Outrageous devotion to God is simply what the Christian life is about. The New Testament, indeed the whole Bible, makes this so plain.

Young person, or not-so-young person, are you becoming caught up in a Romance? The road you are taking is so loaded with significance, you dare not take it without waiting long and often in the presence of Jesus.

Poignant.

Poignant. A word we don’t use too much these days. Do you need to grab a dictionary?

Just the sound of the word, just the fact that it’s dropping into disuse, is, well, poignant.

An idea, a memory, an echo from the past, that brings nostalgia, an indefinable longing for, for …. Something. We’re not quite sure what. A piercing feeling, tinged with gladness, tinged with pain, tinged with sadness. Something that touches us to our core. A snatch of an almost forgotten melody perhaps.

A lone piper on the misty battlements of Edinburgh Castle.

The heading note above Proverbs Chapter 30 tells us that these are the words of Agur Ben Yakeh. Probably not an Israelite.

Proverbs 30:18-19. (NIV)

18 “There are three things that are too amazing for me,
    four that I do not understand:
19 the way of an eagle in the sky,
    the way of a snake on a rock,
the way of a ship on the high seas,
    and the way of a man with a maiden.”

Agur is reflecting on four things that amaze and mystify him. An eagle, effortlessly lifting and soaring on the wind. A snake, gracefully moving across a smooth, warm rock. Whose soul has not been moved by a four-master heeling to the breeze? And the gentle blossoming of love between a young man and a young maid.

Poignant.

Most commentators, especially the hoary ones, read the final line as the crafty cad despoiling the beautiful girl. But I think they are wrong. That meaning is discordant with the three preceding lines. Properly understood, and wisely practiced, romance is amazing, vibrant, soul-building. Poignant.

Readers are telling me they discover that poignancy in ‘A Thousand Tears from Home’. Check it out  athousandtearsfromhome.com

Poverty and Comfort.

A snippet from a recent conversation with a friend (slightly paraphrased) :-

Friend. It’s irritating, frustrating when I’m poor. When I don’t have a bit of spare cash in my pocket, or I’m concerned about paying the bills.

Me. Is that because we have a sense that being poor isn’t how it’s supposed to be? We think that having comfort, convenience, security, enough for our needs and most of our wants is how it’s supposed to be, so it seems there’s something fundamentally wrong when life isn’t that way.

Friend, after a long pause. No, I don’t think that’s right, because if living comfortably is not “how it’s supposed to be”, then living in poverty must be the way it’s supposed to be.

Hmm. My turn to think deeply. No, I don’t think poverty is the way things are supposed to be. So it seems I’m wanting to reject both the statement, and its antithesis.

Okay, I’ll leave the logicians to sort that out. I guess where I’m going is this. God allows some of us to be afflicted by poverty, and he allows some of us to be afflicted by wealth. Except we don’t usually regard the latter as an affliction.

Firstly, those of us in the developed world don’t usually think of ourselves as wealthy. But we are. The USA is the wealthiest nation that has ever existed, and most of us who live here are wealthy by almost any comparison. Something similar goes for the rest of the developed world. Comfort and convenience we take for granted; we get to feel they are our right. I know – me too.

If we can accept that, then we need to accept also that Jesus told us life for us is difficult. It’s so difficult for us to live authentic Kingdom lives, it’s like trying to push a camel through the eye of a needle. Really. It seems wealth is a more dangerous affliction than poverty.

As I said, I participate in the desire, and the push, to maximize comfort, convenience, and even the surplus to fufill a few of life’s dreams. And I don’t think that’s necessarily wrong. But I need to know what Jesus’ words mean for me. He made a pretty strong statement! And I feel discomfort with the comment my friend made. The comment I started with. Do you feel it too?

How to start sorting out this dilemma? One thought is that the wealthier we are (and as above, we are wealthy) the harder it is for us to firstly recognize the dilemma, and secondly to do anything about it. There’s too much at stake.

What do you think? I’d be glad for you to go to https://www.athousandtearsfromhome.com/  scroll down to the Facebook link, and post a response.

GMB

Beckoning or Jabbing?

My church is participating in an initiative to begin 2019 with 21 Days of Prayer. We each have a booklet that gives for each day a Bible verse, some commentary, and a few questions to meditate on. I’m finding that the Bible verse each day beckons to me. It finds a place in my heart. But the commentary tends to be brittle. It jabs at me.

Am I a beckoner, or a jabber? Maybe I’m sensitive about the brittleness of the commentary because there’s still much about me that is brittle.

Each day, the first question in the booklet is, “What am I Learning?” Today my response is that I’m learning to beckon, like Jesus does. Not to poke, to push, to jab.

I so wish I’d been more aware of the ways Jesus has beckoned me over the years. More aware of all he wanted me to understand. What if you had done more jabbing and jolting Jesus? Would I have taken notice?

He did give me a serious jab once. Very serious, and very necessary. I think I responded well, though I needed many more years of beckoning and coaxing. And I’m still so in need of his constant, glad invitation to deeper trust in him.

GMB

What God Said To Me This Morning.

As I drive to work, I’m usually listening to a local Christian radio station. One feature of the morning program each weekday is a Hymn Classic. Some hymn, beloved by generations, is described and played.

This morning’s selection was a relatively recent ‘classic’ released in the early nineties by a well-known song writer and singer.  It’s not one of my favorites, though that might say more about me than it does about the song. However that may be, the word that came to mind as I listened was ‘sentimental’. I thought the song too sentimental for my taste.

Which is fine. It’s OK for me to have that opinion. But the Holy Spirit gave me a nudge. I realized there was an attitude lurking under that thought. One of those attitudes that doesn’t come to the mind as a fully formed thought. You don’t put words to it until you stop to pay attention. And when you do take notice, and put words to the deeper thought, you are embarrassed.

As I put words to my underlying attitude this morning, it sounded something like this. “We sophisticated people, we know when a song is too sentimental. So we give a small, indulgent smile, and allow all those less sophisticated people to like this song if they want to.”

Ouch! Thank you Lord, for revealing something of my heart this morning.

Marriage, Sexuality and the Family.

The Breakpoint Daily posted on December 26, 2018 begins with these words

 As we approach the new year, we wanted to take a look back at 2018 with some of the best and most-viewed BreakPoint commentaries on the issues of marriage, sexuality, and the family.

Yes, it strikes a chord with me when issues of marriage, sexuality and the family are among the most-viewed issues of Breakpoint. I’m a marriage and family therapist. I care deeply about the restoration of marriage, sex, and the family, all of which have been heavily besieged for … for how long? In one way or another, since Adam and Eve were expelled from the Garden of Eden. There have been bright spots since then, like The Song of Songs, or Paul’s surprising words on marriage, but on the whole, God’s people have not done a good job of both guarding and celebrating this package. Yes, I said “celebrating”. Knowing the interplay of modesty and abandonment.

BUT – we live in exciting times. Personally, I’m excited about A Thousand Tears from Home, a story that celebrates renewed vision of how marriage and sex can begin to embrace all the promise God intended for them. Stories are powerful. I’m humbled and grateful to see this story shining a new glimmer of light in a very dark world.  https://www.athousandtearsfromhome.com/

And it is a dark world. As mentioned, marriage, sexuality and the family have been tossed hither and yon throughout all history, but never more so than in the 21st Century. Yet at the darkest times, new and beautiful points of light appear. Besides A Thousand Tears from Home, other writers, like Eric and Leslie Ludy, and many others, along with my alma mater https://www.richmont.edu/human-sexuality/ represent a renewal of insight that may be unprecedented since the dawn of time. Is that exciting or what?

A Thought in Lieu of a Blog.

I’m off to New York in a few minutes, and will have 3 days away from home next week. So I can’t see me contributing anything for a while forward.

So in place of my usual offering, here is a little piece I composed some months ago. Ponder and respond!

Commit to your Creator God, with all your heart and mind and soul and strength. That is the only choice that makes any sense. Or, if you reject Him completely, you are wrong, but at least you have made a bold choice. If you believe, but without the certainty of total commitment, or if you dally indefinitely between belief and unbelief, you are of all men, most to be pitied.                       

GMB.

He Who Commands?

In Chapter 15 of John’s Gospel, Jesus tells us, “If you obey my commands, you will remain in my love, just as I have obeyed my Father’s commands, and remain in his love.”

Okay, what did Jesus command us to do? I bet you’re thinking the answer must run to at least 4 typewritten pages, double-sided, single spaced? In fact, if you go looking for “commands” in the gospels, you find just this one, a couple of verses on from the quote above: “My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you”

Yep! That’s it. John repeats this command of Jesus several times, but that’s the only one. And the other gospel writers don’t even have that much.

It’s true that in Matthew, Mark and Luke, we read of Jesus endorsing the Old Testament command to love the Lord God with heart and mind and soul and strength, along with the next in importance, love your neighbor as yourself. But this is a restatement of John’s words, along with the command of even greater importance, namely, loving our Creator with all our being.

So that’s it. Love God like your life depends on it (it does), and actively love people. All sorts of people.

Now there is another piece to this. The quote I started with has “commands” in the plural, suggesting that there’s more than one. And Jesus’ last words recorded in Matthew tell us to go into all the world, teaching people “to obey all that I have commanded you.” All the Scripture versions, including J. B. Phillips and Eugene Peterson, use the word “commanded”, suggesting that this instruction does indeed carry all the weight of a command. And the word “all” tells us that there are many commands.

How are we to understand this? The commission Jesus gives us at the end of Matthew must refer to all the teachings and instructions he left us. Like, you must repent. You must forgive if you are to be forgiven. Abide in me. And many more.

Jesus is not kidding. He expects us to take these teachings seriously. Yet he doesn’t use words like “order” or “command.” I think it’s rather like the situation with your boss at work. Maybe she says, “I want you to give priority to this task. Complete that before you do anything else.” She isn’t kidding. Her words come with the weight of a command. But she doesn’t say, “I order you.” Or “I command you.” If she does talk like that, you’re probably looking for a different job.

Just so, I think Jesus doesn’t want to be thought of as “he who commands.” He is our friend. Although his words to us come with the weight of command, when we use that word I think we give an edge to his authority that he doesn’t want to own.

 

The Power of Story

Stories are powerful. I’m thinking mostly of written prose stories, though theater, movies and poetry can touch us in deep ways too. I know therapists who regularly use movie clips in therapy sessions.

Sally Lloyd Jones, talking to Charles Morris on A Haven Today, once commented, “If it’s not a love story, it doesn’t have the power to change your life.” (Her use of ‘love story’ included, but was not limited to, romantic love.)

On the back cover of my new novel, ‘A Thousand Tears from Home’, I mentioned the need for stories that inspire and raise vision. I recently made a new video clip about what energizes me, citing the need for poignant stories that distill truth into our hearts.

In Breakpoint on November 29, John Stonestreet and Warren Cole Smith showcased Madeline L’Engel and C. S. Lewis, story-tellers who shared the same birthday. Their theme was the power of story.

It seems this motif is all around us just now.

The Breakpoint included this quote from Andrew Peterson:-

 “If you want someone to know the truth, you tell them. If you want someone to love the truth, you tell them a story.”

 Wow. That is my experience. And that is me – I too am a story-teller. I am grateful.

 

Powerful but Gracious - a Conclusion.

I’ve been musing the last two weeks about a commitment to Christian worldview, to the Gospel, to Jesus himself, that is powerful and passionate. I see more and more clearly that this is what being ‘saved’ really means. But for all its passion, the message by and large needs to be delivered with humility and compassion. Otherwise it doesn’t edify. It doesn’t even land well.

Just yesterday I had a phone conversation with a person who is confused, aggressive, unlistening. As with nearly all conversations with this person, it was unfruitful. Afterwards he texted me, saying that he is praying for me, with my ‘finger-pointing’ style. Initially I shrugged off that response as just more of the same. But then the Holy Spirit nudged me. I texted back, thanking him for his prayers, acknowledging that I needed them.

I said that I’ve come to a couple of conclusions.

Firstly, James 3:1. Not many of you should presume to be teachers, my brothers, because you know that we who teach will be judged more strictly. In other words, if you’re talking the talk, you’d better be wholeheartedly walking the walk yourself. If so, there’s a gentleness and humility about you. I think I’m not terrible at walking my talk, but apparently there’s some growth needed.

Secondly, there’s a spiritual dynamic at work here. My tendency to sound overbearing has a long history, and there have been times when I’ve felt something dark take over my demeanor. I know, I’m brushing against controversy here – in what ways, if any, can a Christian be affected by demons? I’m not about to take up that discussion, but I do believe that I need some prayer to break a spiritual oppression. I will be seeking prayer support for that.

Alright, nuff said on all this. Let’s see what I find for next week.

Powerful but Gracious - More on Fire and Fervor.

Continuing from last week where I tried to pinpoint a personal characteristic, namely my ‘gift’ for making others slightly uncomfortable when I hold forth on deeply significant topics. For example, in my opinion, most evangelicals would reject blatant ‘decisionism’, yet it seems that we are usually relatively untroubled by those who show very little evidence of regeneration. There! Did I manage to express that opinion without the undercurrent of judgement that often gets smuggled in? Is that powerful but gracious? I hope it might be, so maybe these musings are paying off!

I dare to hope when I’m talking that the point I’m making is usually a nugget of significant truth. It’s something about the mode of expression that sabotages it. Perhaps in words chosen, or voice tone, or body language. Or all the above. So the problem can be subtle. Though the discomfort I engender may not be so subtle.

I have wondered how much it matters that others feel discomfort when I deliver what I see as the truth. For example, when Jesus used a whip to drive shysters out of the temple, he wasn’t concerned about their anger. So apparently, this is sometimes the appropriate way to deal with error and ignorance. Powerful, but not so gracious. But this response is unusual, it’s not normative. So yes, usually it does matter that the way I express myself causes some uneasiness.

I wonder too about those who have championed great causes. For example William Wilberforce. Clearly a man with a passion, who aroused opposition. But was the opposition due more to his message, or the way he expressed himself? I listened to one of his speeches, and concluded it was definitely the message, not the delivery.

I’ve come to a couple of conclusions. But this is getting a little lengthy, so watch this space for this theme to be wrapped up next week! 

Of Fire, Fervor and Friends

Yesterday morning I was at a men’s group I attend each week. We meet over breakfast, and talk about issues we are experiencing, what God has been saying, generally encouraging and supporting each other. This time we talked for a bit about the place of corporate prayer in the respective churches we attend. Is prayer basic to the life of the church, or is it patchy, left to the faithful few? Is it vital or boring?

 Over a long period now, I have come to identify Christian faith with vitality, authenticity, fire in the belly. Afterall, the first and greatest commandment is about loving God with heart and mind and soul and strength. Nothing half-hearted there! If Jesus doesn’t mean everything, he doesn’t mean anything. I’ve come to see this theme more and more clearly throughout the Bible.

 Yes, I know there’s such a person as a ‘baby Christian’. But that’s in terms of experience, understanding and behavior, not in terms of motivation. The choice to become a Jesus follower brings with it the gift of the Holy Spirit. What more could you possibly want than that??!!

 And so with regard to the prayer life of the church, how can we possibly settle for a boring prayer meeting, to which just a handful of people show up? No, the prayer meeting needs to be shot through with worship, with glad thanksgiving, the expectation that we will meet with God, and be enlivened by him.

 Hmm! Do you hear it? The undercurrent of judgement, coercion. You’re feeling uncomfortable that I seem to be prescribing to you the way your heart must be. That was the theme when our discussion ended at my meeting yesterday morning. Dear friends were telling me that my fervor tends to become prickly, unattractive. Oh!

 I see it, but I’m not sure what to do with it. I don’t want to become less fervent. I don’t want to lower the bar – that would just trivialize the Gospel. It’s partly about cultivating humility. Partly about trusting that God is in charge. But there’s much more to it all than that.

 So that is my current struggle. Many other thoughts swirl around all this. Perhaps I’ll get back to them in another blog.

Gordon M. Baker

A Tale of Two Cars

On Friday I was driving to East Hartford. It was raining, and road spray kicked up from US Interstate 84 mingled with the rain. Some vehicle incident had occurred up ahead, and cars were stopped on the highway. You don’t expect to find vehicles stopped dead still on that bit of highway. I didn’t notice in time. My tires made impressive noises on the wet road as the wheels locked, but I could see I wouldn’t stop in time. Lanes were full of traffic, so there was nowhere to go.

I was probably travelling at less than 15 mph. at impact, but it was enough. Fortunately, neither I nor the driver of the other car were hurt, but the hood of my Dodge Caravan was crumpled, the radiator was pushed back, body panels and headlights were awry. A newer car would have been worth repairing, but not this venerable conveyance. It was a write-off.

So the last two days have been a whirl of insurance, rental car, disposal of a wreck, finding replacement transport, DMV. Where do you go to find a car, as reliable as $1500 or so will buy? You pray! And so do your friends.

Well, I found one. At least I’m trusting it will be satisfactory. A little Civic del sol. Rather old, but only 68,000 miles, and no rust! Rather different from my Caravan – much lower to the road!

Actually, I have known for some time that the days of my faithful car were numbered. It was needing repairs well beyond its value. So I had been praying, “Lord, if this car breaks down today, how will I respond? Will I be overcome with anxiety? Will I be able to pray in a spirit of worship and gratitude, as Paul teaches the Christians at Philippi?”

Well, it wasn’t quite as I imagined it might be, but yes, there was gratitude, even some worship, and not too much fear or anxiety. Not to my credit, but in answer to those prayers. So I am grateful for that.

By the way, the Hartford policemen who attended the accident were professional, courteous, helpful. If either of them happen to read this, “Thank you!”

A Truly Amazing Thought

Last week I mused on the fact that there are still people in the world whom we admire. Those who are honest, authentic and trustworthy. The largely pessimistic world around us tacitly admits that such a category exists, but cynically estimates that there’s hardly a person alive who occupies it.

Now it’s true that the Christian will agree that no person is truly good. But the basic characteristic of a Christian is that he is passionate about so living with, and being filled by, his perfect Creator that he is being daily remade into something more whole, and real and good. And his behavior by and large demonstrates his genuineness. I personally know many such people.

These thoughts reminded me of a young man I have been talking with. He is troubled by the old question of how a loving, benevolent God can have created a world that has shown so much darkness, agony and wickedness throughout most of its history. I talked with him about imaging a balance. On one side of the balance is the total sum of all the pain, betrayal, and treachery of the ages. On the other side is the value of free choice that God has endowed us with, and the potential for each of us to regain true unity with our Creator God, in all of his authenticity and splendor. Which side of the balance is heavier?

The doubter feels immediately that this question drastically underestimates the weight of wickedness endured since the beginning of history. And it’s true, that weight of wickedness is unimaginable. None of us can imagine the depth of suffering of, for example, the holocaust. And that is just a speck in the whole saga of history.

 But what of the other side of the balance? I think our error is not in underestimating the weight of wickedness, but in how miniscule is our understanding of what C S Lewis called the Weight of Glory. The weightiness of those who have chosen to become Sons of God.

And, wait for it, here’s the truly breathtaking thought. What if only one person, through all of history, had made that choice. Would just one true saint outweigh the total sum of suffering? I think the answer might just be Yes. Does that give us just a hint of how tiny our understanding is of the real meaning of “Sons of God”? It’s like comparing one hydrogen atom with the whole universe. But I have a feeling that that is how it is.

What's in a Name?

“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose

By any other word would smell as sweet;”  Juliet, in Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.

Yes fair Juliet, but the names and labels we use often color the way we think about a person.

Recently I discovered that I’m not a conservative. That may surprise people who know me. It surprised me. It’s like this. I’ve been reading Wendy Shalit’s book A Return to Modesty.It’s well worth the read for anyone who cares about social change. But Shalit’s use of the word “conservative” had me puzzled for a while, until I realized that its meaning has shifted.

I thought “conservative” meant adhering to well-established moral values, especially those embraced by Christians. Turns out that a more modern understanding is one who pretends to adhere to those values. So for example, the young man who begins college, and turns out a few years later for his graduation, fresh-faced, appropriately dressed, to all appearances a fine upstanding young pillar of the community, while all throughout, he and his frat pals have been knocking off all the women they can pressure, shame, or cajole into submitting. The prototype conservative.

So those labelled “conservative” are presumed to be hypocrites. Hence the readiness of so many to presume Kavanaugh’s guilt. Well, he’s a conservative isn’t he? So of course he’s been up to the stuff that Ford accused him of. And more.

It’s interesting though – apparently the people pessimistic about conservatism still believe in a category of person who is truly honest, authentic, real, conscientious. Else, why would they be so indignant about a person who they believe has not attained that category?

Is there still a name for a real person?

Gordon M. Baker

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Introducing Gordon M. Baker

Hello, yes, that’s me. Gordon M. Baker. Very young people may call me Mr. Gordon. For others, Gordon will do just fine. (Except for my beautiful wife Tricia – she calls me all sorts of nice things.)

I guess the first thing to know about me is that I’m a Christian. That’s right, of the accept-Jesus-as-your-Lord-and-Savior kind. Though I don’t like that way of describing what it means to be a Christian. I think it’s an over-worn phrase, that doesn’t get to the heart of what being a Christian means. So there’s a teaser for another blog!

Yes, I hope to keep these going about weekly. Looking forward to mutually engaging you folks out there!

I mentioned Tricia. We also live not too far from our wonderful daughter Jacqui, and her smart, amazing son Tyler. Sadly enough, it’s a much bigger hop to our very special son Gareth – he lives in Australia.

My job? I’m a Marriage and Family Therapist, licensed in the State of Connecticut. I work mostly with couples, though I have individual clients too. I have some special training in sexuality, so combining these strands, you can understand that I’m passionate about God’s design for romance, marriage and sex. Wow, more blogs about all this!

Which brings me to the event that precipitated my blogging. I just published a book! Yes, a novel, set in my native land of New Zealand. It’s called A Thousand Tears from Home.The tale begins about the end of WWII, so it’s a bit olde worlde - a glimpse of the past that reaches out to the present. A story that includes romance, and, as the title suggests, bitter tears. Those who have read it so far have given it lots of praise.

So probably more blogs about the novel. My, I’m going to be busy!

Blessings,

Gordon M. Baker