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       Letter from Shaun

Dear Friends,

The origin of the idea of a horse whisperer is fascinating.  From early times a man who could tame a horse was believed to have secret power – and the idea came into being that it was by whispering a few special words into the horse’s ear that tamed it.

Sometimes these gifts have been used to make money.  Professor Sample arrived in London in 1885 with a ‘Marvellous Horse Taming Machine’.  The horse would be loaded onto a platform which was then spun by a steam engine until the horse was
quite dizzy.

In more modern times we have the Dog Whisperer on tele-vision who works with credible techniques, in a quietly firm way.  As we are looking to get a puppy we are looking at what he does with great interest – training a dog suddenly seems quite daunting.

In our noisy world we miss the little whispers around us that can point us to God... a sunset, -a red moon, the song of birds. 

God can be found in other things as well – in children playing together – as with our Holiday Club happening as you read this article.

When Elijah was hiding at Horeb God told him to go outside of his cave as He was going to pass by.  The Lord wasn’t in the powerful wind
that passed by first, or in the earthquake that happened next, or the fire, he was in the gentle whisper.

As we approach the holiday season we will be told that we cannot enjoy ourselves unless we spend lots of money on some activity, event, trip or holiday destination.  In fact the best things in life are free.  Take some time out of your normal routine, go somewhere where you are not being asked to part with your money, and just have a few minutes of breathing space.  Try and hear some of the whispers of God all around you.  Creation in the height of summer is full of such whispers.

This is beautifully expressed in a poem by William Davies who spent much of his life as a tramp:

What is this life if full of care
     We have no time to stand and stare?
          No time to stand beneath the boughs
               And stare as long as sheep, or cows.
                   No time to see, when woods we pass,
                       Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
                             No time to see, in broad daylight,
                                 Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
                                     No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
                                           And watch her feet, how they can dance.
                                               No time to wait till her mouth can
                                                    Enrich that smile her eyes began.
                                                        A poor life this, if full of care,
                                                            We have no time to stand and stare.

  Holidays are a time to stand and stare....
                                                                         

God Bless,  

Shaun

Shaun Lambert