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St Michael's School

Bassendean

4 James St
Bassendean WA 6054
PO Box 428
Bassendean WA 6934
08 6278 9888
Absentee Line - 6278 9802
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St Michael's School

Bassendean

Faith for the Journey

Reflection On A God Who Never Gives Up On Us

He was a young man. He was crouched over the wet mud in the dug-up Market Place. Very intently, he was scraping away the dirt from every deeply-embedded stone. In his hand was something that looked like a small spoon. Most of the stuff he would throw away, but every now and then he paid special attention to some tiny fragment, placing it carefully to one side. ‘Excuse me, what are you doing?’ I ventured to ask him. Graciously he explained. ‘I’m an archaeologist from Durham University,’ he said, ‘and I’m trying to find something of value here; something worth keeping.’

As I crossed the road to Woolworths for a passport photograph, I was smiling to myself. I was remembering the words – ‘something of value; something worth keeping.’ In my mind’s eye I saw myself, after I had died, thrown out of heaven by St Peter, as a piece of worthless scrap, unfit to live with the saints. Then I saw God running out through the pearly gates, bending down over me, with a small spoon, like the university student in the Market Place.

So there was God, carefully sifting and scraping through my life, throwing away the dirt and the mistakes and the sins. I could hear God whispering, ‘There must be something of value here; something worth keeping. Even if it kills me (again!), I’ll find the golden part of Daniel, the shiny bit that is made in my own image. Even Daniel cannot destroy that!’

I was smiling because this image of God was not the one I was brought up with. As a child I was told about a hard God, who searched for my bad bits, not my good bits; a God of fear rather than joy. I was smiling because I do not believe any more in a God who punishes – only in a God who loves and laughs and weeps. These days I only believe in a God who never, ever gives up on me.

(Daniel O’Leary, Prism of Love)

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