Christmas 2021

What happened that day in Bethlehem

that even today many struggle to believe.

A baby, born in a stable, to lowly Mary?

Change the world? To hard to conceive.

Yet today 2000 years later the whole world,

stops, as we celebrate this day.

Many deriding, openly disclaiming, yet,

it’s still called “Christ”mas whatever they say.

The detractors protecting their own interests,

just like that first Christmas time.

Others too busy with life’s pleasures and demands,

to them life seems okay, just fine.

But on that day their were some who were told

something of what was about to take place.

From all spectra’s of life, yet each able to see

something special, each in their very own space.

And so it is today, as we each go about life.

All on a journey that is particularly our own.

We want so much more of what is promised.

Often feel empty, disillusioned, quietly we moan.

Yet Bethlehem shows us God has no barriers,

no blockages, as he visit us here on earth.

For Zechariah, Elizabeth, Mary, Joseph,

The shepherds and Wiseman all saw Jesus’s birth.

So God can reveal himself to each one of us

and come quietly knocking at our door.

Or be to our world shattering, challenging,

so profound, shake us to the very core.

Bethlehem tells us every participant had to leave

Their own peaceful life, and inhibitions far behind.

As each shown baby Jesus was something extraordinary,

something special, absolutely one of a kind.

It is today no different. Amazing, that this Jesus,

who has profoundly changed the world we live in

Yet so many are totally ignorant of that baby

born so inconspicuously behind Bethlehem Inn.

Not acceptable politically, religiously,

or to the comfortably ensconced in their own lives.

Yet deriding Herod, the Priests, Inn Keeper,

or those oblivious children, husbands and wives.

So let’s not be surprised when this world again,

tries to ignore that momentous event.

For Bethlehem shows through each individual

this truly amazing message was sent.

Our world once again is silent. Ignoring who he was.

Or often with very open disdain.

Yet we will join together, just like those angels.

And shout to all creation, our joyous acclaim.

With men this is impossible but with God all things are possible Mth 19:26

What do I see as impossible to me ?
The door locked and thrown away key.
Maybe others also judge it is so .
Set in his ways he won't make a go.
Learnt to depend on riches and hard work.
Overcoming all and never one to shirk.
Self-satisfaction and pride in his wealth.
No need of support, outside of himself.
Sometimes I think such a gulf to cross.
Yet to have gold , must rid the dross.
Not that standards are so ridged or hard.
It's my heart keeps playing the wrong card.
For try as I may to live the right way.
The real me ends up having a say.
Controls all I am and what I am like.
Feels like the boy with finger in dyke.
Impossible the odds, it really does seem.
Is possible? Oh Lord what do you mean.
Then there is the thought of just who am I?
A nobody really, I admit with a sigh.
No great education, strength, or ability.
Others see old man now reaching senility.
Lived long life of no particular acclaim.
Or success.  I have to admit in the main.
Yet my hope in this verse so improbable.
Against all odds says nothing impossible.
In fact I know when impossible achieved ,
is the very time the gospel is believed.
This gives me hope and changes my heart.
Realising that even I can take some part.
Unworthy, unlikely, unexpected no doubt.
Why would he know what his God is about?
With men it is impossible what it does say.
With God all things possible even today.
When I feel inadequate and others decry.
I tell myself the scriptures never do lie.
Maybe not acclaimed in the news of the day.
God's purposes are so often hidden away.
Not world's logical view of people like me.
And I have to say I'm inclined to agree.
Then I remember those disciples long ago.
Jesus chose them which just goes to show.
Any things possible is what he would say.
Just follow me and let me lead the way.
Naysayers may scoff and say I'm a dope.
Give me courage Lord for you're my hope.
I will risk being different to what they see in me.
From this worlds restrictions please make me free.
Asaw Miller








The Egypt Syndrome

Long ago history tells us Egypt led the world, in might, and in art.

All peoples envied Egypt, all powerful, rich, and seemingly so smart.

Amazing architecture, great food, pomp, and ceremony, for all to see.

World looked in wonder, as nothing seemed beyond their ability.

From around the world they came to share the bounty, was their thought.

Chose to stay in a land offering a life of ease, security, and comfort.

But, was not not long as so often has proved the case.

Enslaved they all became to the master race.

Life of ease distant memory, now slavery was their lot in life.

Working hard just to please. Reaped just bitterness and strife.

Ancient memories, being special, crowed out by problems oh so many.

Promised hope all forlorn. The world’s most powerful now their enemy.

Seemed so set the ways of man, secure in knowledge, might and power.

No stopping this Egyptian might to continue, to blossom and to flower.

Then one day, came from nowhere, seemed to those who did observe.

Something new was happening, still a mystery, hidden around the curve.

This master race was called, to give account, history does record.

No longer to enslave, were told, to ignore they could ill afford.

Refusing to let those people go, consequences obvious for all to see.

This nation so proud, obstinate, powerful, suddenly buckling at the knee.

Proud history of always overcoming, whatever problem whatever foe.

How dare these people come and demonstrate, demand they want to go.

All they valued was gradually stripped, from a people rich in every way.

Finally to admit those slaves they so mistreated , would have the final say.

From adversity, a new nation now to leave things of Egypt far behind.

Exciting journey to the promised land. What their leaders had in mind.

Pyramids, ancient tombs, lost culture of Egypt, have we not all read.

Now taught a better code of values, will stand them in much better stead

.World looks today to that time for wisdom, justice, and for guidance.

To a God who rescued, who promised much, when followed in abeyance.

Yet Egypt? All forgotten now it seemed all that abuse , pain and hurt.

Tasty food, plentiful water, city streets. Want out of journey in this desert.

Yearning for yesteryear, comfort and security under a powerful king.

Living by faith, obeying all these rules, in a desert. Really not their thing.

The determined, after facing many challenges, in their journey of hope.

Crossed into the promised land. Had learnt, only in God could they cope.

A new nation born. Taking over all that had been promised long ago.

These people could conquer the world. Bravely battling every foe.

Except. Except there still was those memories, of exciting land of Egypt.

Enticing, of long ago refuge, security. Pride, arrogance really their script.

This nation of hope and promise, went right back where they came from.

A sad story of man’s inability to stay strong, and weather every storm.

In history we have seen it all happen. A people lose all that was gained.

Destroyed, with their opulence greed and abuse. Whole society stained.

Wonder of “Egypt” still bedazzle. Too often to the unwary a snare.

Signs so obvious, wrongs blatant, for all to see, beware. BEWARE!

Must ask the question, so painful, to acknowledge,and to openly say.

Has America and our society been called to account? Lost our way?

Pornography, abuse, greed, injustice, racial tension, to name a few.

Pandemic, floods, fires, droughts, wars, climate change, world in a stew

Sport, riches and fame no longer our need. Gone are those heady days.

Paying the price it seems, forgotten fathers hard work, all of their ways?

New order coming from this confusing world of this past agonising year.

New vision, new ethics, it is time to change. It is abundantly clear.

Once again man has proved enticement of “Egypt” has destoyed.

What believed and hoped for. Peace, prosperity what our fathers enjoyed.

Let us sit, watch, and observe, out of ashes, oppression and strife.

A new people crush the giants in the land. Have a new vision in life.

As they journey through life, they, will possess the “promised land.”

Defeating slothfulness, greed, abuse, perversion, envy ,they make a stand.

Piety, love, goodness, kindness, acceptance, hope, they have in sight.

What was before destroying itself. Old ways have now lost the fight.

Struggling to survive, their ways not what the world wants to see.

They decline into obscurity, worlds changing right before you and me.

Not heeding lesson of Egypt like so many other great empires.

Sad to say, as we watch their influence now gradually expires.

We are part of this society facing loss and failure in our land.

Everyman a judge unto himself, seeking riches in sinking sand.

Looking vainly for king who will rescue, from self-inflicted woe.

Yet, it is true, as I have lived in this world, one thing I do know.

God has a plan from this failure, consternation, and lost hope.

Whatever is happening in this world I know he will help me cope.

As his purpose is worked out, creator of all things, his plan in place.

May I hear one day ,well done good faithful servant, as I run my own race.

Perhaps, as I fear the whole world will be ruptured, torn to the core.

Then the remnant, the faithful, may hear knocking on their door.

A new vista, the old has now gone, Hope restored.

Disaster acknowledged for all that it was. Salvation restored.

Asaw Miller

Ode to a famous christian

Dear Israel Folau, could you please read this my letter.
Though rich and famous, and probably know better.
You see I believe the bible, and are convinced it is true.
Dear Israel, I am sure you are convinced , just as I am too.
So I have been thinking about all that has been said.
What Christ would have said, about this whole issue instead?
I do recall a similar situation that Jesus had to face.
Her accusers caught this woman, and had an infallible case.
Israel, Jesus turned the spotlight off the woman don’t you see?
God’s glaring spotlight now turned squarely on just you and me.
Her faults no longer my biggest concern, or indeed worry.
So much in this life lived, I now admit, I feel need to say sorry.
Sorry to God, and sorry to all those people I have not cared for.
If I had to front up to, all my faults, I’d be shaken to the core.
For not understanding people who were born a different way.
Vision so limited, my knowledge so learnt. What is really okay?
Dear Israel, I know that it is true that our God demands justice.
If you and I stood in His courtroom , sorry just would not suffice.
The good news, as hard as it might be for us “sinners” to believe.
Our God does not judge as we do, hard as it may be to conceive.
Otherwise not one of us would be able to escape your fiery hell.
That Jesus paid the price, justice has been done, is the story tell.
Dear Israel, please use your fame and fortune more wisely is my plea.
You will be amazed how our loving God can change the world we see.
You are famous now, but he will use each one of us in a special way.
To live in this world of diversity, and to say to each other, you’re okay.
Asaw Miller

My Cabbage Tree

Old decrepit cabbage tree 
there in my garden foreshore.
Spoiling view, or thing of beauty.
I'm really not so sure?
Some say its past its best,
cut it down, can't you see?
I fondly look at my cabbage tree and say,
just let it be.
Last winter, and the one before,
a branch lost its leaves and died.
Oh my cabbage tree please don't give up,
you are my mate I cried.
Its winter time, again it faces
salt laden polar blast.
Isolated and alone it stands,
waits for spring to come at last.
Spring came, from hidden strength stored up,
my cabbage tree
joins in nature as new life comes forth.
Amazing flowers for all to see.
Those dead old branches from winter,
and the one before, still there.
Special to my old cabbage tree, twisted branches,
so stark and bare.
Summer comes and some would say my cabbage flowers
point the way.
Tell us what lies ahead. How dry future summer will be.
They do say.
My cabbage tree has no such fear
bright shimmering green leaves now come out.
New branches on which pussy climbs, and birds enjoy,
and play about.
Autumn comes, my cabbage tree seems satisfied,
at its peaceful best.
Quietly unnoticed by passing world it now
prepares for winter test.
The symmetry and beauty of my old cabbage tree
too easy just to miss.
Can only be understood and felt by those closest,
like a lovers kiss.
As I gaze out past cabbage tree and admire seascapes
changing mood.
It is my cabbage tree I keep coming back to,
that others have just pu-hooed.
Dear old cabbage tree if you could talk
I would ask you how and why?
Winters blast did nearly kill
part of you did suffer, and did die.
Why does that dead part still cling to you
so much later I must ask?
Reminding of your defeat in winter woes
as you struggled with the task.
Drop those dead branches that serve no purpose?
And do not look that smart.
Though I often admire them, silhouetted there.
Somehow they do look the part?
There amongst fresh new growth
when are you going to let them go?
A failure for all the world to see.
Your vulnerability, does it need to show?
Beautiful flowers and lush green leaves
we all like to see.
Not sure want to be reminded of
obvious failures in me.
Yet it is true that things of beauty
we most love and admire.
Often have major blemishes, that add to
somehow to inspire.
And so it is my old cabbage tree
is a picture of beauty to me .
Reminds me people still admire though,
failures so obvious to see
Some hopes dead, battered and bruised,
yes sometimes feeling forlorn.
yet survived each test life threw up
Victorious over winter storm
by Asaw Miller



Vain hope or shallow faith?

Many have taken the Christian faith to be a simple and easy matter,  And even numbered it among the virtues.  This is because they have not really experienced it, nor have tested the great strength of faith.        Martin Luther

Thou the fig tree does not bud, and there is no grapes on the vine . Thou the olive crop fails, and the fields produce no food. There are no sheep in the pen or cattle in the stalls.  Yet I will rejoice in the Lord.  I will be joyful in God my saviour.  The sovereign Lord is my strength, he makes my feet like the feet of deer, he enables me to go to the heights.  Hub 3: 17

Living a life of hope, that all would be proved right.

Working and trying so hard, with all of my might.

One crisis to another , struggling,  seems every day.

When will it end? Feeling so weary I have to say.

Others are watching, starting to feel such a fool.

Living constantly  on  edge, no longer really so cool.

So when does dreams and hopes become biblical faith.

Be not anxious for tomorrow is what the word saith?

Yet reality is, that from a life lived with so much hope.

I have to acknowledge I am now struggling to cope.

Have I wasted my “talent” on chasing wild dreams?

Deluded have I squandered all of my riches, it seems.

Hope fulfilled can only happen as faith kicks into gear.

,In hope I trust, or is it just plain foolishness I fear?

I have to ask the question is God really in this?

If that is so , why is my life not a picture of bliss?

If it all turns to custard, and seems to prove otherwise.

Is God looking down saying, he needs cutting to size?

It is then hope turns to faith, and I determine to follow.

Others may question, but this hope of mine is not hollow.

What may seem a disaster God has worked out in his plan.

To prosper not harm, hope and future assured. for this man.

Not futile hope, nor my wisdom or strength will prevail.

My faith in a God who history and the bible tells me never will fail.

While I wait to see my dreams and hopes in God truly fulfilled.

Having learnt in faith, his plan, in his time, will be perfectly instilled.

Thou struggles will continue, no doubt giving me more stress.

I know God is in control, even when life appears such a big mess.

Asaw Miller

 

 

My demarcation line

Sometimes I wonder, I know it is true.

Drawn a line in the sand, I won’t go through.

Just who I am, yet you hint, ‘There is much more than this.”

Feeling uncomfortable, but God’s blessing I don’t want to miss.

Cannot, yet you still ask, must cross my demarcation line.

A rule I have lived my life by, feeling safe, comfortable, just fine.

But you are insisting must happen, if I really want more.

I can refuse; life will go on, just as it has done before.

Think of Peter in upper room. Would like Jesus to be king.

Washing feet as servant? That is a totally different thing.

Not right, must be wrong, not happening to be honest.

Not logical, not reasonable, not what I know is best.

One day you must realise, Peter heard his Lord say,

I’m asking you  to be a servant too, to the people of your day.

Yes could be claiming what is rightfully mine.

But my love has no barrier, no demarcation line.

May go against all natural inclination of heart.

Pulls down all barriers, love will set my people apart.

Am I like Peter of old, having rules that impede?

Has he watered the garden and scattered the seed?

Is my ground parched, trodden, and full of weed?

My expectations nearly dead, withered and shrunk?

He would say, not at all, your hopes need not be sunk,

Much more is for you, just let me first wash your feet.

Then we can go forward, all your aspirations I will meet.

So much more, yet we struggle to believe can be true.

Jesus now showing that, this is not how he sees you.

As I take this to heart and see all that he says.

Others may see something in my life of his ways.

No line in the sand, to halt his work in my life.

Freedom to follow, no argument and  no strife.

Just  relax let him do the work, that is his to do.

Then see what he told us, will surely come true.

This world today would claim to have freedom.

No demarcation lines, yet in truth only for some.

History would tell us that all down the age.

God has come calling, said time to turn page.

What has become acceptable has never been true.

Drawn a line in the sand, can never cross say you.

Might upset status quo that has come into being.

Blinded to the truth, the world has stopped seeing.

All in agreement, yet the Lord he would ask?

Can I break my prejudices, am I fit for the task?

Wilberforce, Luther, Mother Teresa, and other such men.

Challenged their world to face the wickedness around them.

Is it possible, seems so unlikely, yet this story tells me.

The world does change when God’s love they do see.

An amazing destiny I now claim to be mine.

Determined to now cross, my demarcation line.

by Asaw Miller

 

 

 

 

Will it really happen?

Sometimes we wonder, all those promises of old.

The hopes, dreams, visions will happen we are told.

Even in our own heart something tells us, it could be true?

It always feels that believers are so lonely, and just so few.

Alone we seek the promises that inspire us on each day.

It seems to all the world that things never will go our way.

But then I remember the old man who waited all his life.

To see that hope promised him. Others could just see strife.

Simeon faithfully looking, everything still seemed just the same.

Every day he went  to the temple, to worship once again

Then one day this young couple, with baby, amazed was he to find.

The hope of the world was in his arms, praises just filled his mind.

That God had revealed his promise to this old man, gave hope to all.

Praise, hope, light,  glory and salvation his clarion call.

Not alone was he who had waited so patiently, and so long.

For also in the temple that day,  unnoticed in the throng.

Was Anna an old widow,who had faithfully waited for that day.

Joyfully she agreed. Mary was amazed what she did say.

So as we wait and wait for what our heart tells us must come true.

And sometimes ask ourselves is it real, will it really happen too.

Remember Simeon and Anna and for with them we now concur,

That they saw their hopes confirmed, so all satisfied as they were.

Those years of waiting patiently seemed absolutely nothing  now.

A dream fulfilled when it happens, all will have to say a mighty wow!

For God is still working with the little known and so often overlooked.

They alone have the time to seek the Lord, they are not overbooked.

So this year may seem just another year again of strife and turmoil.

Terrible news that make us mad and from this world want to recoil.

But in my heart I wait and wait for this I know my dream is true.

I will see my God at work, even in the likes of me, and in you.

Just like that day in temple court while busy people went there way.

Simeon, Anna, Mary, Joseph, amazed for baby Jesus there before them lay.

Asaw Miller

 

A testonomonial Gal.2

I read of Paul’s testimony given in defense.

Proving his theology, while giving no offence.

A powerful argument. that nobody can refute.

A life that proves the theology, nobody can dispute.

A life transformed, from doing what was right.

Discovering not good enough, not in God’s sight.

Everything he believed was totally stripped away.

Confronted by a risen Christ, he now recalls the day.

What devastation, all his efforts had been in vain.

Determined to do God’s work, instead had caused him pain.

From that day on this man really had no doubt.

It’s by God’s gift alone, that our salvation comes about.

Our efforts to win God’s favour dispute this very claim.

Pride would tell us otherwise, instead it leads to shame.

This truth so easy to forget, as Christians we often will distort.

God’s blessing deserved, with all those ticks on our report.

My testimony tells like Paul’s, something I cannot deny.

Confronted with my total failure, and crying out a why?

The risen Christ turned up, my failure now did not seem the same.

Instead I looked and saw his success, was now mine to claim.

Each one of us have had God turn up in a special way.

So transforming our lives, that ever since that day.

When people suggest , obey some rule, then God will bless.

No! God showed up when we were failures, we have to confess.

Had “leaned on our own understanding” to control my fate.

Now ” in all ways acknowledging him, he made my paths straight”

No longer “wise in my own eyes” yet so wanting to obey.

Somehow all my troubles are no big deal, I have to say.

How blessed I feel, others see and sometimes ask why.

The answer, my confidence is only in Jesus I need rely.

They cannot then refute the life I live out every day.

May Christ reveal himself to them that very same way.

Asaw Miller

 

 

 

 

 

My 23rd Psalm

The Lord is my financier

I shall not fail.

He makes me feel luxurious.

With a quite confidence..

A new wellbeing.

Teaching me integrity and honesty.

That he would be honoured.

Even if I do face disaster and failure..

I will not be anxious.

For I feel his presence.

His cash and credit card.

Assurance is mine.

Giving me all I want,

in front of my nay-sayers.

More than I need.

I have no doubt.

Success will be mine.

Totally satisfied,

with my life.

And I will know his presence

Forever

by Asaw Miller