Winds of change and winds of the spirit
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Posted 4/25/15 at 8:05 AM | selwyn perry


I think I'll leave the pots tonight,
Because I'm not a machine,
I don't want to be a clockwork thing,
Wound up in the morning
And run down at night,
Sleeping in a bed of dreams
Where nothing is what it seems or means,
Phantoms of spirit free to roam
That make my waking thoughts
Cling to wings, waking to the time of day
When I may no longer play
But like a clock keep time, and be on time;
Such a ticking and moving in motion
In an out, roundabout, fast or slow,
Measured woe like a piston on the go.
I'll leave the pots tonight and let them
Wait for me; perhaps I'll then be free.
But can I really do without a clock, tic
Toc, tic toc, letting me know when to sew
And reap, when to wake and when to sleep?
To do away with time! And like a nursery rhyme
Never be on time; would I then be free
Without a clock to bother me?
What after all is time but the son's bright light
And the earth's dark night,
The moons bright face, and the stars milky haze.
Why not let time stay where it is in the sun
And moon, 'To divide the day from the night,
And for seasons and for light?'
(Genesis 1:14)

Posted 4/25/15 at 3:45 AM | selwyn perry


Spring bursts out all over, no half measures, no holding back as if unsure of itself. It comes! The Chinese say ‘Chun tian dao le!’ Spring has arrived. This is the miracle of Spring. It is new life waking up after a long winter of icy cold days. Spring turns everything around. A dry bleak ground hard with frost becomes soft and lush with green grass. And then, like a celebration of God’s creative imagination and artistry, Spring shows its true colours and joy. Daffodils, hyacinths, primroses, tulips, irises and many other flowers open their buds and cover the ground with their beauty and splendour. Trees, dark bare skeletons of winter’s lifeless wind and snow, suddenly look majestic in their buds, leaves and blossoms. Warm air wafts the scents of flowers and blossoms across meadows and downs, hills and valleys. Skies look bluer and the sun brighter. Birds wake up with the light and start chirping their songs. They flit about from tree to tree and when shadows fall in the twilight hour they gather together and sing full throated anthems to the Creator.

Springtime is the recreation of the first Spring. Eleanor Farjeon, {1881-1965} composed the hymn, ‘Morning has Broken, Like the first morning...’ Everything that we experience now had its first morning, its first day, its first sunlight and flowers, its first Spring. The very first Spring could hardly be more miraculous than this one but as Farjeon points out the first morning was ‘Fresh from the Word of God.’ Behind that One Word is the Creator who brings everything to life. FULL POST

Posted 4/21/15 at 3:22 AM | selwyn perry

By your word I am blessed


How fresh are your words to my heart;
They are like the first day of Spring
In a wintery place,
Where cold and bitter winds
Have made bleak the tall proud trees
And lifeless ground.

Trees, leaves and flowers announce your word
Of Spring song and feathery flight,
Of movement in the air
Fanned by warmer winds,
And softer light.

By your word my heart rejoices
And by them I am refreshed
And made glad,
For by your word my lot is lighter
And my cares are less
So I am blessed.

Posted 2/1/14 at 7:46 PM | selwyn perry

Philosopher Frog on Space

‘Hello Frog!’
‘Hello Toady.’
‘I have a question that troubles me, Frog.’
‘What is it, Toady?’
‘I have been observing, Frog.’
‘What sort of things Toady?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘What is it you don’t know, Toady?
‘What it is. I can’t make up my mind what it is.’
‘Well, describe it to me, Toady.’
‘There is nothing to describe, Frog. It isn’t really a thing but a nothing.’
‘A nothing, Toady. You mean it doesn’t exist Toady?’
‘Yes, Frog, it doesn’t exist. It’s a nothing.’
‘How do you observe it if it doesn’t exist, Toady?’
‘ I observe it but it isn’t there.’
‘What isn’t there?
‘Space, Frog. Space.’
‘Do you observe space with your eyes, Toady?’
‘I can see it, Frog but it isn’t a thing but a nothing.’
‘No Toady, my friend, you don’t see it at all; you infer it.’
‘What does infer mean, Frog?’
‘It means you think space must be there because stars and planets are there in space.’
‘But what is space Frog if its a nothing?’
‘It’s not visible, that’s all, Toady. It’s there Toady but you can’t see it.’
‘But Frog, if it’s there what is it?’
‘As you said Toady, it’s not a thing; its bigger than a thing. It’s everywhere Toady and between everything and beyond everything.’
‘Oh, I see Frog! It’s not observable because it’s invisible.’
‘That’s right Toady, it is invisible but it is there. ’
‘How did it get there, Frog’
‘God put it there, Toady. When he made man he put the idea of space in their minds because only a mind can see space.’
‘Only the mind can see space, Frog?’
‘Yes Toady. The mind can know what is there even when it can’t be seen. It’s called extrasensory perception, Toady.’
‘Ext-ra-sen-sory what Frog?
‘Perception, Toady.’
‘What is that Frog? I have never heard of it at Toad School.
‘It means seeing without eyes, or feeling without touch, or hearing without ears, Toady.’
‘So space is extra-sen-sory then, Frog.’
‘Yes, Toady. Only the mind can see beyond things. Only the mind can imagine the unseen; and only the mind and soul can know God, because God created what is visible and invisible and gave us extrasensory perception to know both kinds of reality: what a thing is and what is not a thing.

Posted 1/9/14 at 5:20 AM | selwyn perry

Professor Frog on Observation

You are a canny Toad. What a shrewd question.

‘What is the matter Toad? You don’t look very happy.’
‘I can’t sleep Frog. I just can’t sleep. Do you know why I can’t sleep?
‘No, why can’t you sleep, Toady?’
‘Because you keep croaking, Frog. I sleep during the day but you keep croaking. Croak! Croak! Croak!’ How can I sleep, Frog?’
‘I am sorry for you Toad but you see I am a frog and that’s what I do. A horse neighs, a dog barks, a cock crows, a bee buzzes, birds sing, cats meehow, so you see Toad they are all known by what they do. A cat doesn’t sing, a horse doesn’t crow, a bee doesn’t sing, a dog doesn’t buzz. Everything is known by what it does. It’s designed to be what it is.’
‘Oh Frog, I see you are a philosopher frog. I never knew you were so clever. How do you know all these things?’
‘Why Toady, it’s nothing. I simply observe everything. Everything is known by what it does.’
‘Is that so? Are humans known by what they do?’
‘Of course, Toady. Didn’t you know that everything is known by what it does?’
'We were never taught that at Toad School, Frog. We were only taught the names of everything and everybody.’
‘That’s a pity Toady. If you only know their names you don’t know what they are. You see Toady God made everything and everybody to be like themselves, except humans, Toady.’ FULL POST

Posted 12/27/13 at 2:45 AM | selwyn perry

Professor Frog on the Moon in the Pond


'Frog, I want to ask you a question.'

'Hello, Toady. Is there something troubling you?'

'I am troubled Frog. Why do things appear and then disappear?'

'What sort of things, Toady?'

'The moon in my pond. I like to sit by the pond at night and look at the moon but the moon sometimes just disappears. I dont't know where it goes. The pond is very deep. Does the moon go to sleep at the bottom of the pond where I can't see it?

''No, no Toady. You can see it in the pond at night, but that is not where it is.'

'What did you say, Frog? I can see it in the pond but it isn't there. How can I see it if it isn't there?'

'I swim in my pond Toady and I swim right through the moon. If it was there how could I do that?'

'I don't know Frog. Is the moon a magic moon? Is it a moon ghost! Oh! Frog have I got a moon ghost in my pond!?'

'Don't take on so, Toady. Do you ever have dreams?'

'Yes, of course, I do.'

'Do you have your eyes closed when you dream?'

'Yes, my eyes are closed when I dream because I'm asleep, Frog.'

'Well, then, how can you see in your sleep? You have your eyes closed yet you can see in your dream. Isn't that so?'

'Why yes, Frog.'

'When you are asleep do you see with your eyes?'


'What do you see with when you are dreaming?'

'I don't know Frog but I do see the sun and moon in my dreams.'

'So Toady, you see the sun and moon in your dreams but not with your eyes. Is that right?'

'Why yes. I am asleep so I don't see them with my eyes when I am asleep. But Frog, I do see them.'

'Yes, you do Toady and the reason is this: you see them in your mind.'

'In my mind?'

'Yes, Toady in your mind. You have sight in your mind. You asked me how can I see the moon if it isn't there didn't you?'

'Yes I did Frog.'

'Well, are dreams there.'

'What do you mean?'

'Are they really there when you wake up?'

'No, of course, not.'

'So when you wake up they disappear, don't they?'

'Yes Frog. When I wake up they disappear.'

'They are like the moon in the pond aren't they?'

'Dear me! Frog! How did you know that the moon isn't there when I see it?'

'Because it is like a dream. You see it in your mind. but the real moon, Stoaty, is in the sky. You see it in the water because you imagine it to be there.'

'But what is there, Frog?'

'Nothing but water, Toady.'

'It is hard to believe, Frog, for I do see the moon in the water.'

'Yes, you do see it but it isn't there. Do you know what an echo is Toady?'

'What is an echo, Frog?'

'An echo is a sound that you can hear after you hear it.'

'After I hear it. Oh Frog this is not possible. If I hear it, how can I hear it after I hear it?'

Because you do. If you do hear it then it must be a sound, right?'

'Why yes if I hear it it must be a sound.'

'So if you hear it after you hear it, is it not there?'

'Yes, I suppose it must be.'

'Is it the same sound?'

'If I hear it it must be.'

'Do you hear an echo in the same place or far away?'

'Why, I didn't think of that. I hear it far away.'

'So it isn't in the same place is it?'

'No it is the same sound but not in the same place.'

'So when you see the moon in the pond is it the same moon that you see in the sky?'

It looks exactly like the moon in the sky but it can't be in the sky because its in the pond.'

'So it's the same moon in a different place.'

'Yes. I think I see what you mean, Frog. Is the moon in the pond a reflection of the moon in the sky? The moon in the sky is really there but the moon in the pond is in my mind.'

'Yes, Toady you've got it.'

'Thank you Frog. I won't worry if it disappears again, Frog.'

Even penguins see themselves in a pond.'

'They do!'

'Yes Toady, they do. Don't worry Toady. God has made everything to be what it is. He made a tree to be a tree, a boy to be a boy and a girl to be a girl. He made the moon to be the moon.

Posted 12/23/13 at 7:47 AM | selwyn perry

Philosopher Frog on Science Fiction

Photo: Flickr/Vlastimil Koutecky - CC


‘Hello Frog!’
‘Hello Toad, what have you got there?’
‘This is my science book, Frog. I’m learning science.’
‘Science? What kind of science are you learning frog?’
‘I am learning that everything is what it is by change and alteration, Frog.’
‘Change and alteration, Toady?’
‘Yes, it’s called evolution.’
‘Evolution isn’t science, Toady. It’s science fiction.’
‘Oh no Frog! This is a science book.’
‘Well, it says science on the cover. The publisher must have forgotten to add fiction.’
‘But frog, isn’t it true that everything is what it is by change and alteration?’
‘Toady, let me explain what a thing is.’
‘I’m listening, Frog.’
‘A thing is what it is, so if a thing is what it is, it can’t be something else can it?’
‘No it cannot.’
‘If everything is what it is by change and alteration, then what it is is not what it was, nor what it will be. Isn’t that true?’
‘Oh dear, what do you mean, dear friend?’
‘Well, look at it this way. If a thing evolves, changes and alters from what it was and becomes something else, it can never by anything. It can’t be what it is.’
‘But Frog if a thing isn’t what it is, what is it?’
‘It is only what it isn’t, Toady. God made everything to be what it is, not by change and alteration but by intelligent design and properties.’
‘What are properties, Frog?’
‘A property is what you own, Toady. It is yours, so properties are those things that belong to you, Toad and not to moles or hamsters. They are what you are made of.’
‘I see it all clearly now. Everything is what it is by design.’
‘Right Toady, so you must buy a science book that is not science fiction.’
‘I will, Frog, I will.’
‘Don’t forget, Toady, if a thing is bad it can’t be good. A man can’t be an elephant or an elephant a mouse. God made everything good and a good thing isn’t good by change and alteration because a good thing is what it is, good.’
‘Thanks Frog, I will remember that everything is what it is, not by change and alteration.’
‘Good, Toady, see you.’

Posted 12/19/13 at 5:15 AM | selwyn perry

Philosopher Frog on Property

Photo: Flickr/Jody Roberts- Creative Commons


‘Hello Frog, I feel down in the dumps today.’
‘Why is that Toady.’
‘I have no property, Frog. I am a poor Toad. A church mouse lives in a church but my house is gone.’
‘But Toady I thought you lived in a burrow. Isn’t that true?’
‘In the winter, that’s all Frog. I sleep most of the time, so I live in a burrow but a burrow isn’t property, Frog.’
‘What is it then Toady?’
‘It’s a winter hole in the ground.’
‘Toady, where do you live?’
‘On a tree, under leaves, anywhere and everywhere where homeless Toads live. Sob, sob, sob.’
‘Don’t take on so Toady. If you sob like that you will fill my pond with tears.’
‘But it is your pond Frog. I have no property to call my own.’
‘Toady, if someone gave you a gift, who would the gift belong to? Whose property would it be?’
‘It would be mine.’
‘Toady, are you alive?’
‘Why do you ask, Frog? Of course I am alive.’
‘Who gave you life, Toady?’
‘Yes, who? You didn’t give life to yourself, did you?’
‘No, of course not. The answer to your question is easy. God gave me life.’
‘Then is life your property or someone elses?’
‘I never thought my life is a property, Frog.’
‘Well, Toady, your life is a property because it belongs to you and no one else.’
‘Yes, I do see what you mean, Frog. I don’t have a house but I have a life.’
‘And which is more valuable, Toady?’
‘A life! Yes, a life is more valuable, Frog.’
‘Tell me Toady, do you eat food?’
‘Of course I do, otherwise I would starve.’
‘Where does food come from, Toady?’
‘From God.’
‘Yes, you are right. God feeds the birds even though they don’t grow food and he feeds you. Who owns the food we eat?’
‘I don’t know Frog.’
‘Do you steal food, Toady?’
‘No, of course not, I am not a thief Frog.’
‘But if you don’t know who the food belongs to why do you eat it?’
‘I’m not a thief, am I Frog?’
‘No Toady you are not a thief. You are a thief if you steal food that belongs to someone else.’
‘But Frog I don’t know what food belongs to me and what doesn’t!’
‘That is because the food we eat belongs to everyone and to no one in particular.’
‘To everyone, Frog?’
‘Yes, Toady. God made the world for everyone and provided food for everyone.’
‘Oh, I see. Food is the property of everyone. I didn’t know that, Frog. But what if someone grows or stores their own food, like squirrels?’
‘Then that food belongs to them because they collected it or grew it themselves.’
‘Now I see, Frog. You have made it very clear, Frog. I have a lot of property haven't I?’
‘Yes, you do Toady. If you know what a property is Toady, you know what it isn’t.’
‘What do you mean, Frog?’
‘I mean a property is something that belongs to a property owner but many things like water, sunshine, air and the wild woods and fields are not properties because they belong to everyone.’
‘I felt so poor, Frog but now I feel so rich. Thank you Frog.’

Posted 4/2/11 at 5:42 AM | selwyn perry



Wisdom is that practical knowledge of doing things with insight and sound judgment. Acquired knowledge is not quite the same, for whilst many skills and practices can be learned and passed on to others, wisdom is much more than just picking up or learning how to do things. Solomon, who is said to be the wisest king that ever lived, says, 'Wisdom calls out loud in the streets. She raises her voice in the public squares; at the head of the noisy streets she cries out; in the gateways of the city she makes her speech.[1] These are all familiar places but they are not the places where we expect to find wisdom or knowledge. The streets and public places are where we find crowds and noise, people bustling in and out of side streets and shops, people going about their business and people buying and selling. But Solomon insists this intercourse and concourse of people is where wisdom is calling out to be recognised. In a crowded place we really do have to call out to be heard and so Solomon says wisdom cries out to be heard above the din of everyday affairs. He doesn't say that people actually hear the voice of wisdom or stop to take note of what is really going on in public places, or what people are saying and doing. He is rather drawing our attention to what is not heard and what is not seen, which is why wisdom has to call out and shout to get our attention. FULL POST

Posted 2/24/11 at 6:38 AM | selwyn perry



The bible is spoken of as the word of God. It is the objective source of God's revelation of himself to mankind. We often use the verb 'to be' with an object to identify its source. We do not mean the word of God is a book. That would make no sense at all.

The bible tells us what God's word is. The word of God is God's word as opposed to a human word..[i].We know, do we not, how human words affect us? Words not only name things, they explain them. They illuminate our understanding. They fill us with hope and love for the person who speaks them. The first words we learn, mamma, dada, convey to us a sense of belonging. Words are the mesh that bind people together or separate them. Words can hurt us deeply or they can relieve us of worry and misunderstanding. The power and force of a human word is considerable. What then of God's word? Jesus said, 'The words that I speak to you are spirit and life.'.[ii]. Paul compared the word of God to the sword of the Spirit,.[iii].an essential weapon in the armour of the follower of Christ. Indeed, he said, 'The word of God is living and active, sharper than any two edge sword, piercing until it divides soul from spirit, joints from marrow, able to judge the thoughts and intentions of the heart.'.[iv] FULL POST

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