
Ah, the A406. A truly horrible road. London’s ring road, vital to London, but the North Circular has a way of reducing every Londoner to tears of terror or frustration at some time or other. Two lanes in most places just cannot cope with the volume of traffic which pounds it every hour of the day. Add some bad weather like yesterday’s, and it’s a perfect storm.
Yesterday I had to brave the North Circular on the bike to return some Van Til books the Evangelical Library and pick up some volumes of Jonathan Edwards from the London Theological Seminary, both in the wilds of North London. The A406 is always an unpleasant ride on the motorbike, and yesterday was the worst I've known. The pattering rain when I set off turned to freezing rain, and it was sleeting by the time I got to the first of my libraries. By the time I left the second the snow was heavy, turning back to freezing rain as I got close to Chiswick. Cold and wet, I was very glad to get back safely.
That night I told one of my sons what an awful trip it had been. He said to me quite casually that he knew that I would be out on the bike, so that morning he prayed for my safety. I was thrilled and moved, and grateful to him and to my Lord for making an eight year old pray for his dad. And I was grateful to God for answering those prayers.
The excitement and the dangers of riding a motorbike are that the margins of error are so small. Too much of either brake in a certain situation, a fraction too slow a reaction to a threat, an over-acceleration, a failure to notice something, and then the consequences are terrible. Just like Christian ministry.
Riding a motorbike in a snowstorm makes me think of pastoral ministry. Pastors, like all Christians, are never out of danger. Our margins of error are very slight. Lack of love, of zeal, of courage and of leadership are all constant dangers. Wrong words, misjudged sermons, poor counsel and lack of care can be disastrous for those we profess to love. Pastors are constantly under threat. Our Enemy wants us to crash. Gross sin is always seconds away, and the slow-burn of temptation is equally perilous. Calvin once expressed this startling thought: ‘God allows more power and liberty to Satan over wicked and ungodly ministers than over other ordinary men.’
Yesterday was a good reminder; whether on the bike, in the pulpit or spending time seeking to encourage a church member, I’m upheld by prayer, and sometimes by nothing more than prayer. The prayer of those in my family, my friends and church, and my own keep my safe and productive. Ultimately, though, prayer doesn’t uphold, does it; it’s the God who answers prayer. He is our Heavenly Father, strong, kind, and protecting.
‘The Lord will keep you from all harm – He will watch over your life; the Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and for evermore.’ (Psalm 121)
Yesterday I had to brave the North Circular on the bike to return some Van Til books the Evangelical Library and pick up some volumes of Jonathan Edwards from the London Theological Seminary, both in the wilds of North London. The A406 is always an unpleasant ride on the motorbike, and yesterday was the worst I've known. The pattering rain when I set off turned to freezing rain, and it was sleeting by the time I got to the first of my libraries. By the time I left the second the snow was heavy, turning back to freezing rain as I got close to Chiswick. Cold and wet, I was very glad to get back safely.
That night I told one of my sons what an awful trip it had been. He said to me quite casually that he knew that I would be out on the bike, so that morning he prayed for my safety. I was thrilled and moved, and grateful to him and to my Lord for making an eight year old pray for his dad. And I was grateful to God for answering those prayers.
The excitement and the dangers of riding a motorbike are that the margins of error are so small. Too much of either brake in a certain situation, a fraction too slow a reaction to a threat, an over-acceleration, a failure to notice something, and then the consequences are terrible. Just like Christian ministry.
Riding a motorbike in a snowstorm makes me think of pastoral ministry. Pastors, like all Christians, are never out of danger. Our margins of error are very slight. Lack of love, of zeal, of courage and of leadership are all constant dangers. Wrong words, misjudged sermons, poor counsel and lack of care can be disastrous for those we profess to love. Pastors are constantly under threat. Our Enemy wants us to crash. Gross sin is always seconds away, and the slow-burn of temptation is equally perilous. Calvin once expressed this startling thought: ‘God allows more power and liberty to Satan over wicked and ungodly ministers than over other ordinary men.’
Yesterday was a good reminder; whether on the bike, in the pulpit or spending time seeking to encourage a church member, I’m upheld by prayer, and sometimes by nothing more than prayer. The prayer of those in my family, my friends and church, and my own keep my safe and productive. Ultimately, though, prayer doesn’t uphold, does it; it’s the God who answers prayer. He is our Heavenly Father, strong, kind, and protecting.
‘The Lord will keep you from all harm – He will watch over your life; the Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and for evermore.’ (Psalm 121)






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