Today's reflection is from Rev Lorette

I was chatting with a friend yesterday who helps to sponsor and advise recovering alcoholics and knowing of these folks who she helps, but don’t know personally, I was generally asking how they were. 

 My friend replied that some of them had been really struggling over the festive season and so she had gently admonished them for not phoning her to ask for help. 

Well, this led her to reflect that God must also feel like that at times…. 

We all of us struggle at times, we strive to sort ourselves or our problems out for ourselves, instead of taking ‘Everything to God in prayer’. 

There is no problem too small or big, no part of our lives that God isn’t interested in or doesn’t know about already of course that we can’t talk to him about. Of course at times we need other people to help us, and then God gives us those whom we need. 

There is of course only one hymn that could ever fit the bill for this reflection: What a friend we have in Jesus


The Story Behind What a Friend We Have in Jesus 

Joseph Scriven was born in Ireland in 1820. He was educated at Trinity College in Dublin and was engage to be married. The evening before their wedding, Scriven's fiancé drowned. This tragedy coupled with difficult family relationships, caused Joseph to begin following the practices and teaches of the Plymouth Brethren. Shortly after moving to Canada to become a teacher, Scriven became engaged to Eliza Roche. Tragedy struck again and Eliza passed away from illness shortly before marriage. 

Joseph wrote his famous hymn in 1855 to comfort his mother who still lived in Ireland. He did not seek to be noticed for it, and his authorship was only discovered by accident shortly before his death. 

Scriven himself began to experience poor health, financial struggles and depression his last years of life. To this day, no one knows for sure if Joseph Scriven's death was accident or suicide. He was in serious depression at the time. A friend reported, "We left him about midnight. I withdrew to an adjoining room, not to sleep, but to watch and wait. You may imagine my surprise and dismay when on visiting the room I found it empty. All search failed to find a trace of the missing man, until a little after noon the body was discovered in the water nearby, lifeless and cold in death." 

( from: How Did Joseph M. Scriven Come to Drown? -