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I LIVE at the top of Matthew Bank, up from Jesmond Dene in Newcastle. It's a hard climb for those of mature years and I prefer to walk down rather than up.

Pedal cyclists strain with red faces and agonised expressions. Most of them dismount and push. So imagine my surprise the other day when I saw an even more mature gentleman than myself pedalling happily up the Bank on a bicycle. Crossing the junction at the top he cycled on towards Gosforth.

Later I saw him in the grocer's shop and I said how impressed I had been. "Yes," he told me, "my bike has a small auxiliary electric motor and I just trip it in when I come to a difficult bit." The secret was out!

Down the centuries countless Christians have discovered the secret of life. After Pentecost, they knew that they didn't have to rely on their own strength.

They could have the power of the Holy Spirit working in them if only they allowed him to work.

My friend on Matthew Bank continued to pedal but he "tripped in" the electric motor so that together they could tackle the hill. By tripping in God we can all achieve amazing things but only if we work together. That's the secret. Trip Him in.

It's one of the reasons why we go to Church. To give God a better chance to work in us. People go on pilgrimage or retreat to give God a chance to work. It's very easy to get caught up in limbo or apathy ("Oh I couldn't do that") when all the time God is waiting for a sign from us.

The Scottish Christian writer, William Barclay was once asked what he had found was the hardest part of writing a book.

He replied "It's placing the backside of your trousers on the chair at your desk." Working together with God is as practical as that! I think of it every week when I'm writing this column.

POINTLESS? TWO lads were sitting in the pub discussing the Tour de France. Geordie shook his head,"Why on earth do they do it?" he said.

"Do what?" said Bob. "Go on them bikes for miles and miles, up and down t' hills, round t'bends. Day after day, week after week. No matter if it's icy, rainin', snowin', hailin' why would they torture themselves like that?" "Tis all for the prestige and the money," replied Bob, "You know the winner gets about a half a million Euros".

"Yeah, I understand that." said Geordie, "But why do all the others do it?" FUTURE INDEFINITE ARE we becoming obsessed with the future? There are more weather forecasts on TV than any other programme. Then, they speculate on who'll win the World Cup.

There are far more articles written about who's going to win a football match than why they won it after the match has been played! It's all guess work.

It seems we prefer to live in a dream world. Or is it that we simply cannot face the future? Do we live in the hope that tomorrow will be better than today? If Church Matters, as this column asserts, then we could be missing the point.

Whoever wrote the Psalms said, "Today, if you would hear his voice, harden not your hearts?" It's today that matters.

We'll face tomorrow when it comes.

HILDA'S FLOWERS THERE'S a Flower Festival at St Hilda's Church in West Jesmond (July 4/5). On the theme of Nursery Rhymes. The only Nursery Rhyme flower I can think of is in Mary, Quite Contrary. If you can do better, you could enter!
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Publication:Evening Chronicle (Newcastle, England)
Date:Jun 13, 2014
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