Thursday, July 22, 2010

Holy Exposed

On reading about King David dancing madly before the Ark of the Covenant in 2 Samuel 6.12-20...

foot-stomping,
sweaty-browed,
robe-flying
sacrifice,

acrid smell
of roasted meat
hanging in the air,
banging drums

and shimmer sharp
of tambourines
pounding out
the rhythm as

the royal sandals
stir dust-devil
swirls of earth
that cling upon

the oily, salted,
flinging drench
of Yahweh’s
lover’s hair.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Mission trip to Beaumont Day 1

The first thing you notice is the heat. It's a moist, steamy inhalation that takes your breath away. I've been around it for years, living in Texas longer than anyplace else, but I've never really become used to it. Few people ever do.

The second thing you notice is the sky. It's wide and blue, with white clouds scudding in from the Gulf of Mexico. When they build up in the late afternoon they bring a breeze that may mean rain; refreshing, perhaps, and like yesterday, cooling and carrying a rainbow, but often just creating a sauna outside. Clothes hung on the fence never quite dry.

When we arrived, we noticed a third thing. We're part of a much larger group. Fifty-six of us were here at last count. There are Disciples from Kansas, Missouri, Indianapolis, and Kentucky, plus the seven of us from Lynchburg. The church we're framing is about 45 feet wide and a little under 100 feet long; it will house a sanctuary, offices, classrooms, restrooms, and a few utility and store rooms. By Thursday, we'll have all the walls squared and trusses fastened across the top so the roof can be built.

I wonder at the architectural plans throughout the Bible, some good, some not... tabernacle and Temple, Babel's tower, Jerusalem's walls, the rich man's bigger barns, the heavenly city's four-square walls. We have jackhammers and pneumatic nailguns. Our capacity for good is tested against God's gracious gifts used well.

Jackson and Kayleigh are helping in the kitchen, as the brownie batter on their shirts yesterday attests. Jackson volunteered to lead the prayer at dinner and thus got to go through line first, along with the designated clean-up crew. Susan learned to build interior walls. David's expertise has already saved us some major construction mistakes. Julia plans to use some power tools she's never used before. Wes seems to be right at home with a hammer, and I'm learning how to read building plans.

We're showering in the afternoons in a trailer designed with a dozen stalls, six for the men, six for women. The water's heated during the day by a solar panel on the roof. This is one time you want others to use up the hot water so you can get a cool shower.

Last night after dinner, we drove to Temple of Praise Christian Church, where thanks to their gracious hospitality our group is camped. We batted around ideas for the Wednesday afternoon worship service we're going to lead. Then Jackson and Kayleigh introduced us all to the game Apples to Apples. David was the runaway winner. After lights-out, sleep came quickly. Today, we'll get the exterior walls up and squared.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Getting Dirty for Jesus

Next Sunday, I'll meet our mission trip group from First Christian Church of Lynchburg, VA, at the airport north of Houston. We'll drive east a bit to spend a week rebuilding Northwood Christian Church in Beaumont.

As the one driving, I'll haul some of our members' favorite hammers, tool belts, and other gear. Probably a few air mattresses, too! The weather looks good. Well, that is, if temperatures in the 90s and the high humidity of the Gulf look good to to you. At least there aren't any tropical storms brewing in the Atlantic.

We're part of the second-week group of Volunteers in Mission, a ministry of Disciples Home Missions of the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) who are rebuilding the worship center this summer. This means we'll probably be framing walls.

Two of our group members, David and Wes, have extensive construction experience. I have pretty good skills with a hammer thanks to several Habitat builds. Susan and Julia are in the same boat I am. J and K are middle-school age. They're going to have better construction skills and knowledge by the end of the week than most kids their age.

I'll update this blog as best I can during the build. The kids are more tech-savvy, so they'll edit and upload a vlog to YouTube and I'll link to it from here.

What do we want from you? Prayers, mostly, and to know that you're part of what we do. When one part of the body of Christ is at work, it's on behalf of the whole body of Christ. So, keep cheering us on and, by following our updates on facebook, Twitter, and this blog, you can participate in the build along with us.

You can stay up to date on Twitter by following @fcclynchburg (that's the First Christian feed) and @GD4JC (Getting Dirty for Jesus, the Volunteers in Mission feed).


Blessings and Peace!

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Sabbath Rest

On the sabbath they rested according to the commandment.
—Luke 24.56b

How do you spend the day before Easter? You may be madly cleaning house and doing laundry. You may be setting tomorrow’s dining room table with Grandmother’s china and that crystal you got for your wedding. If there’s time, you’ll polish the silver. Menu? Check. Last minute groceries? Check. Too bad the eggs are too fresh—they’ll be fine to color but madness to peel.

How would you spend today if you didn’t know Easter was coming? As Luke tells it, the women who followed Jesus followed Joseph to the tomb, saw the body laid out, and came back to make preparations of their own, mixing spices and ointments for burial. Then on Saturday, on sabbath, they rested.

I hope you have set aside some sabbath time for yourself this weekend—for rest, renewal, silence, and spiritual preparation. You might not get the benefit of an entire day—but whatever time it takes, take it. Sabbath, to remember God’s rest in creation. Sabbath, to give thanks for our own liberation. Sabbath, to prepare for whatever may come.

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Friday, April 2, 2010

Being Joe

Now there was a good and righteous man named Joseph… This man went to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus.
—Luke 23.50, 52

In the aftermath of a tragedy, all it takes is one person to do the right thing. It may be someone to hand you the phone, someone to make travel arrangements, or someone to fill your glass with water. Or it may be someone like Joseph, who can take the body and place it in the tomb.

Maybe someone’s been a Joseph for you. Your life has been turned upside down by grief or loss, confusion or guilt, and there’s Joseph, asking how to help—not generically saying, “Call me if you need anything,” but being truly helpful. “I’ll take care of the laundry.” “I’ll pick up the kids.”

Tonight, I’m grateful for all Josephs—the one who buried Jesus’ body and the countless others who in the aftermath of tragedy are able to do what needs to be done. Name the Josephs in your life. Give thanks. Someone may need you to be Joe for them someday. It’s just what Jesus’ followers do.

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Burning

For if they do this when the wood is green, what will happen when it is dry?
—Jesus, Luke 23.31

Final things are on my mind. Last words matter.

Here, just before he is crucified, Jesus is speaking metaphorically—no surprise—making reference to the destruction that is coming. He is the green wood; this much is clear. But whether the dry wood that is to burn is that of the disciples or that of Jerusalem at the hands of the Romans doesn’t really matter. It’s not even important that the destruction may well be not just from the Romans but from God.

What matters is this. At our worst moments, when we’ve hurt someone deeply—perhaps we’ve betrayed a trust, or maybe it was a white lie that got out of control, or even a cruel remark spoken with more anger than compassion—it is here that we confront the seedy “dry wood” underside of human nature. We are able to hurt each other. And we do. We are able to wound. And we do. We can even destroy.

As much as I want to believe in our essential goodness, created as we are in the image of God, I also know we are sinful, falling short of God’s glory. I don’t like to talk about sin, think about sin, or even for the most part acknowledge sin in myself or anyone else. But it’s there. And it has the ability to burn even the greenest wood, even the most immune, the most innocent, the most pure.

What will my last words be tonight? Will I light a fire, falsely accuse, deny, or hammer a nail? By Easter morning—dare I hope?—perhaps the embers will cool. Perhaps my life and yours will be redeemed, and we can bear witness to the goodness of the coming reign of God.

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Engraved and Cursive Prayer

Generally, Latin-based scripts fall into two categories: formal—the scripts used as the instrument of authority; and informal—the cursive or quickly written scripts used for everyday transactions. History repeatedly shows formal scripts degenerating into cursive forms, which are, in turn, upgraded, finally achieving formal status as new hands in their own right.
—David Harris, The Art of Calligraphy, 6

The engraved invitation is formal. The cursive scrawl on torn notebook paper, even if it’s letting you know you’re welcome at the wedding, is not. The hand-written thank-you note on 20 lb. vellum gets your attention in a way a tweet or voicemail can’t convey, no matter how cheerfully you chirp.

Still, I believe we need some of both when it comes to prayer, which is our way of verbally placing ourselves in the presence of God.

At times, prayer is a casual, cursive conversation, a garden walk on a bright afternoon. You can sense God strolling along with you, smelling the flowers, humming a silly tune. You chat about the weather and the Final Four. God points out a cloud that looks like a swan. You laugh and shake your head, because you think it looks like a bear.

But at other times, prayer is hand-lettered, in careful meter and verse. You get out the good stationery of the soul, dip your spirit’s pen in the inkwell and let your lifeblood flow. You scent the prayer with your best eau de toilette and seal with hot wax. The subject matter is serious, deep, moving, rooted in longing, skirting the edge of loneliness or despair.

Cursive at times, at others engraved, my prayers have led me on a good journey. I hope your prayer life has been richly varied this season. I hope you have been able to listen for God.

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Command Performances

…Then he turned his face to me one last time, / as on the day he died in my arms, and said, I would like to add / two more commandments: / the Eleventh Commandment, “Thou shalt not change,” / and the Twelfth Commandment, “Thou shalt change. You will change.” / Thus spoke my father, and he turned away / and disappeared into his strange distances.
—Yehuda Amichai, “My Parents’ Lodging Place,” in Open Closed Open, 58-59

As a parent I understand. I treasure the moment. I want it to last. You know that instant when your child is on stage, the spotlight picks up every gesture, the disbelief is suspended, and you see your son, your very own, become the star of the show. You can die happy now. You know the hug at bedtime as your daughter’s tiny arms circle your neck and you drink in the fragrance of soap and toddler. Eternity is like this. Don’t ever change.

And yet, there is also the thrill of legs and arms growing longer, the changing shape, voice, smell, and touch. You can see the magic of growth, not just physically but emotionally and spiritually. He gets better at baseball; she’s in pointe shoes now; she’s perfecting the robotic Legos; he’s developing his own journaling style. You hear the whispering promise of perpetual evolutionary motion, the generation of possibilities, the possibility of generations to come. There may be grandchildren, someday! Change, change, thou shalt change!

I can say, “Don’t change,” because I love you as you are, and “Do change,” because I love you as you are becoming. Is it wrong to claim both the present and the future and give thanks for each? I believe there is a place where delight meets hope, where the snapshot leans into the unknown. It’s what it means to be a parent. It’s what it means to be someone’s child.

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Monday, March 29, 2010

One Body at Work

Because so many eyes witness the unthinkable, there must be eyes that see hope. Because so many ears hear the ringing of solitude or the explosion of disaster, there must be mouths to speak words of love. Because there are so many bellies that cry out to be nourished, there must be hands to feed them. Because so many feet walk such long, lonely paths, there must be legs of strength to walk alongside them. Because so many bodies are broken, the Body of Christ, the whole body, with all of its various parts, is at work in the world.
—Laura Evans Mahn, “Compassion and Caring: Giving Concrete Expression to our Unity in Christ

We are one body. What an awkward thing to say! Of course, we’re not one body—we’re myriad bodies, of multiple minds, a swirl of conflicting emotions. How can anyone say we’re one? We feel so disconnected. And yet…

There’s too much suffering in the world for us to pretend we’re not united in Christ. I trust that we are one. Without one body that can see hope, speak love, feed the hungry, walk with the lonely, and heal brokenness and division, the world is lost and the future ridiculously scattered. If God is love, and if we are made in the image of God, then we must be, at some level, one. And we have to work together.

When we try to act otherwise, a conservative arm slaps at a liberal leg, and an orthodox ear refuses to cooperate with an agnostic eye. How crazy our dance must look to outsiders! It’s helpful to remember that old line from Rupertus Meldenius, oft-quoted by our movement’s founders, “In essentials unity, in non-essentials liberty, in all things charity.”

Jesus reminded us of what’s essential: loving God and neighbor. He was also clear on the fine print. Our neighbor? Once there was a man on the Jericho road who fell among thieves…

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Relinquish Everything

He had already relinquished, of his will, because of his need, in humility and peace and without regret, yet apparently it had not been enough, the leaving of the gun was not enough. He stood for a moment—a child, alien and lost in the green and soaring gloom of the markless wilderness. Then he relinquished completely to it. It was the watch and compass. He was still tainted. He removed the linked chain of the one and the looped thong of the other from his overalls and hung them on a bush and leaned the stick beside them and entered it.
—William Faulkner, “The Bear,” in Go Down, Moses, 208

Luke Skywalker had to set his targeting computer aside and rely on the Force in order to destroy the Death Star. The boy in Faulkner’s epic tale had to set aside gun, compass, and watch—the tools of the hunter—or he would never see the Bear. What must I set aside to know God?

So much of my journey is spent relying on tools—my Bible, my library, commentaries, historical and textual critics, philosophers of language and ethics, theologians, and preachers who have gone before. Could I set these aside and still preach? Unlikely. But until I set them aside and clear my mind of all the stimulating chatter, I may be unable to listen.

Elijah fled the wrath of his own leaders and went up to a mountain, where he could not hear God in all the mighty acts going on around him—whirlwind, earthquake, fire. But afterward, the still small voice came to him, admonished him, and sent him back to work.

What will you relinquish today in order to make a still, small, vulnerable place in your soul for God, who like Faulkner’s Bear appears “immobile, fixed in the green and windless noon’s hot dappling, not as big as he had dreamed it but as big as he had expected, bigger, dimensionless against the dappled obscurity”?

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Silence is Key

Having lived most of my life thinking that it was risky to look forward, especially because of my mother’s death at forty-nine and my father’s at sixty-two (my age at this moment), I’ve come to count each day as a gift beyond anything I ever expected. I wouldn’t go back to change a thing… Of course I would prefer not to have encountered spasmodic dysphonia. At the same time, I know that the illness has provided me with an opportunity to examine aspects of my life that I might otherwise have neglected.
—Diane Rehm, Finding My Voice, 239.

Have you found your voice? So many forces in our culture compete for it. Advertisers ask us to speak with our wallets. Politicians ask us to speak with our vote. Ethnicity and culture ask us to speak with our identity. So many voices! Host of her own NPR talk show, Diane Rehm discovered she was stricken with a disorder that affects her ability to speak. The only treatment she’s found effective is a series of Botox injections directly into her throat. Following treatment, her voice eventually comes back. But the treatments do not last. “Experiencing silence has become the key,” she says, “to finding my voice.”

I hope never to face a physical ailment that interferes with my ability to speak. Still, silence—and the extended solitude that can come with it—is the key in finding and claiming my voice. In silence I can set all other voices on “mute” for a moment, to set aside the politics, to set aside all that is ideological and polarizing. Instead of figuring out what to say, I can figure out how I am supposed to be.

It is in silence that I can hear my own voice developing because in silence my deepest relationships become clear: husband, father, son, brother, friend. These are relationships not based on what I do or what I think but who I am and to whom I am connected. From here I find my voice.

What relationships come to you in silence, relationships that are really gifts that help you find your voice?

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Friday, March 26, 2010

The Grand Drama

…Where is Old Fiddler Jones / Who played with life all his ninety years, / Braving the sleet with bared breast, / Drinking, rioting, thinking neither of wife nor kin, / Nor gold, nor love, nor heaven? / Lo! He babbles of the fish-frys of long ago, / Of the horse races of long ago at Clary’s Grove, / Of what Abe Lincoln said / One time at Springfield.
—Edgar Lee Masters, “The Hill,” Spoon River Anthology, 2

Our son was born a dozen years ago this week. I recall that early morning in the recovery room, skin to skin, exploring the wonder of new life. Since then, there have been funerals, family members who have died, and births as well, with cousins born on one side of the family and on the other having children of their own.

The sweep of life has been on my mind today, the grand drama spread across the years.

Early in our marriage we visited the Lewiston, Illinois, cemetery where Edgar Lee Masters was inspired to write Spoon River Anthology, a collection of poems in the form of epitaphs that tell the stories of the community. We picnicked on a sunny hillside, then walked among the markers, reading Masters’ poems when we recognized a name. The graves are marked with numbers for those on self-guided tours.

The honesty of the verse is stark, as it cannot harm the dead to tell the truth about themselves. Painful loss, betrayal, vanity and secrets are revealed. Honor, too, and goodness of the heart. Admonitions, pleas, and even gentle reflections grace the page. I wonder how honest my own epitaph will be the day my “dust to dust” returns to earth.

My prayer is for our son: that one day he will see the panorama of his parents’ lives and find there a story he is pleased and proud to share. At least a verse, a couplet, perhaps a sonnet with its trademark twist near the end; I cannot hope for an ode.

My prayer for us all is that we become worthy ancestors to the generations who follow us. How will your life honor the future? How will those who knew you remember and be changed?

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Licking the Bowl

Thy kingdom come. That’s what co-creation with our Maker is all about, the coming of the kingdom. Our calling, our vocation in all we do and are to try to do is to help in the furthering of the coming of the kingdom—a kingdom we do not know and cannot completely understand. We are given enough foretastes of the kingdom to have a reasonable expectation. Being a loved and loving part of the body; praying together; singing together; forgiving and accepting forgiveness; eating together the good fruits of the earth; holding hands around the table as these fruits are blessed, in spontaneous joy and love, all these are foretastes.
—Madeleine L’Engle, Herself, 144.

When I bake cookies, I lick the bowl. Sometimes I’m generous and let someone else lick it. Either way, there’s a foretaste—in the cool batter on the tongue, the crunchy granulation of sugar, the smooth roundness of butter and flour together, the stray chocolate chip—of what the batch will taste like when it’s baked.

In the act of creation, whether in the kitchen, at the office, or in the studio, we get glimpses of what will be. God, I believe, gets glimpses of the future, too, in us. We’re works in progress. But what makes us so spectacularly different and wonderful is that we have a role in our own creation. We’re co-creators of our life, along with God.

That’s something the cookies can’t do. They can’t change their own ingredients or proportions. They can’t bake themselves. We, on the other hand, can determine what sort of people we become. There’s a physical dimension—we are what we eat, after all, and we can shape our bodies to some extent by exercise and healthy habits. There’s a moral dimension—we become how we behave. Aristotle was right. There’s also a spiritual dimension—we shape our relationship with God and one another through prayer, study, ritual, liturgy, confession and forgiveness, and various spiritual disciplines.

When we work together with God in the kingdom’s kitchens, we both get to lick the bowl. We each get a holy foretaste of what our lives will be like. We have the ability to add a little sugar, a little salt, or a few more chocolate chips. Co-create your life today. Taste the batch in the mixer. And let the kingdom come.

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Beyond our Vision

It helps now and then to step back and take the long view. The reign of God is not only beyond our efforts. It is beyond our vision. We accomplish in our lifetime only a tiny fraction of the magnificent enterprise that is God’s work. Nothing we do is complete, which is another way of saying the reign of God always lies beyond us. No statement says all that could be said. No prayer fully expresses our faith. No confession brings perfection. No pastoral visit brings wholeness. No program accomplishes the church’s mission. We cannot do everything but there is a sense of liberation in realizing that because this enables us to do something and to do it well. It may be incomplete but it is a beginning, a step along the way, an opportunity for God’s grace to enter and do the rest.
— Ken Untener , “The Prayer of Oscar Romero” at http://ow.ly/1qveP

Oscar Romero, the archbishop of San Salvador, El Salvador, died 30 years ago today. After calling on the international community to protect those being killed by his own government, he was assassinated. It took place as he was raising the chalice celebrating communion.

I’d like to think that as disciples of Jesus we make a difference. And the reality is that we do. Show up with a fresh loaf of bread when someone comes home from the hospital, and you’ll make a difference in that person’s day. Recycle your plastics, cans, paper, and glass, and compost your food waste, and you’ll take better care of our planet.

But how many of us are willing to risk our lives for the benefit of others? How many of us celebrate communion as a radical act of political solidarity with the oppressed?

Remembering Romero and envisioning a world that is peaceful and just, my challenge is to trust God’s promise for the future while I work to make the world a better place. I pledge to acknowledge the limited good I can do and to trust in God’s grace to inspire those who come after me to carry on.

I hope no more Romeros will die. But I hope as well that Christians will always speak out against exploitation of the powerless by the powerful, regardless the risk. Beyond our vision, just past the horizon, is the coming reign of God.

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

The Plague of Self-Service

Self-service is the worst of inventions. There we are, all with our own tray, own little bottle of wine, own little sachets of sugar, salt and pepper. It’s terrible to assume that everyone is going to eat and drink a standard quantity, and do it alone into the bargain. How much more human to have a nice big bottle from which everyone can pour as much as they want, and one nice big dish so that everyone can make sure that the others have what they need. Then meals are no longer a solitary and egotistical business but a time when each person shares and loves.
- Jean Vanier, Community and Growth, p. 323

I remember the song our children’s choir sang when I was a kid. It came from the Avery and Marsh Songbook:
I can be a Christian by myself,
Leave my dusty Bible on the shelf.
Sing a song and pray a bit.
God can do the rest of it.
I can be a Christian by myself.

Sometimes I think we fall into that ugly trap. Our faith becomes individualized to the point where we forget we need one another. Just like self-service meals, we practice self-service religion. As if that were possible! I’ve heard the “spiritual but not religious” line before. What it usually means is that the church has failed to be the community God intends for it to be. More particularly it means that some of us have forgotten how to invite, and others have forgotten how to say yes to the invitation.

We’re getting closer to Jerusalem each day, on our walk. And while each one of us takes our own steps, we’re still on the path together. When we pause for refreshment and encouragement, we call it worship. It’s really a holy meal. The table is set family style. There’s a loaf large enough to share, and arms and hearts wide enough to hold each other up. Jesus has invited us. Let’s extend the invitation and throw wide the doors.

Now, will you please pass the bread?

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Thievery and Mystery

There is a wonderful sentence in Augustine. I wish I could remember the Latin. It is even finer in Latin than in English. “Do not despair; one of the thieves was saved. Do not presume; one of the thieves was damned.” This sentence has a wonderful shape. It is the shape that matters.
—Samuel Beckett, quoted in David Cunningham, “Do not presume,” Christian Century, March 23, 2010, 30-31.

So spoke the playwright when asked about his two characters in Waiting for Godot. Beckett seemed to suggest they were modeled on the thieves crucified beside Jesus.

One of the thieves mocks Jesus. The second asks Jesus to remember him when he comes into his kingdom. Jesus tells the second one, “Today, you will be with me in Paradise.”

It’s not clear what happened to the first thief. Tradition has assigned him, in art and story alike, the role of villain. He gets, we presume, what comes to those who mock God. Oddly, though, in the gospel Jesus doesn’t engage this mocking thief in dialogue at all. There’s no mention of his fate. We are the ones who create balance, shaping our theology to match our sense of fair play—good vs. evil, heroes vs. villains—where perhaps none exists. When it comes to grace, scripture avoids balance the way nature abhors a vacuum. Grace isn't fair!

I’d rather re-punctuate the second part of Beckett’s supposedly-Augustinian sentence, removing the semicolon: “Do not presume one of the thieves was damned.” It suggests something far more challenging than the tidy dualism of good versus evil. Perhaps we go too far filling in the other thief’s blanks. If we have confidence in the overflowing grace and mercy of a loving God, isn’t it possible that Beckett’s balance gives sin more credit that it is due? Isn’t it just as likely that Jesus welcomed both thieves into God’s presence?

There were not only two crosses on that hill. There were three. I believe the One who died in the middle reconciled the whole world to God—thieves and sinners all—in a moment of mystery and grace.

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Houses for Strangers

When Christianity came out of the catacombs, one of the first things the universal council of Nicea did was to establish xenodochia – “houses for strangers – in every region. Basil, Bishop of Caesarea, for example, built such a structure on the edge of town. Its rooms were dedicated to the lodging and refreshment of poor, wayfaring strangers. Eventually a wing was added for those who were sick and needed bed care, then a separate ambulatory care wing, then a wing for the aged, another for the crippled, another for lepers, another for infectious diseases, another for care of foundlings and orphans. A crib was placed outside the foundling wing for any who might choose to deliver their newborn to the care of the Christians. Every day Basil sent out “guides” to find needy people and bring them in. The church in Caesarea ran a combination shelter, poorhouse, nursing home, orphanage, rehabilitation center and urgent care center. The church was a hospital for sinners.

-R. Wayne Willis, “Pastoral implications,” Lectionary Homiletics 13 (7) June 2002: 11

Health care reform is on my mind. It's also on the floor of the U.S. House of Representatives. But setting aside the legislation, I'm thinking about what it means to follow Jesus.

Here's what I believe. Jesus healed people. He saved them. The verb is the same: sozo. Salvation and healing are connected. They have the sense of deliverance, rescue, safety, preservation, cure, being made well. When we talk about health, we're talking about something at the core of Christian ethics. We're focused on a significant part of Jesus' ministry.

Is it any wonder Christians build hospitals? Is it any wonder we become doctors, nurses, therapists, counselors, and other medical professionals? We're walking along the healing path with Jesus. I wonder if insurance agents feel the same way. I know some do. They get into the business in part to make a living, but also because they know they are helping people secure the health care they need. The healing vocation can be practiced in a variety of careers.

You may have better ideas about health care reform than the Senate bill being passed by the House of Representatives. But as a Christian, I applaud whatever we can do to extend access to healing care to people who are at the margins, especially the poor. It's part of what it means to build "houses for strangers."

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

God on Guitar

After a lifetime of leaning over his guitar,
Segovia offered this aesthetic of craft:
Not more,
not less. When approaching the romance of spirit,
Put on the brakes. Too much music, isn’t music.
Be calm. Let the word do its work. Allow
each string its resonance in silence.

—Joseph Stroud, “Hacedor,” Below Cold Mountain, 23.

I want to stretch my usual metaphors for God as Creator. Too often I limit them to the physical: God the Architect, arranging all the pieces just so, or God the Potter, fashioning us from dust, breathing into our nostrils the breath of life. Occasionally, I even imagine God the Author, writing out complicated plot lines, fleshing out characters, spinning out the myths and stories that bring us meaning and joy.

Stroud’s poem leads me to set the physical imagery aside. What if God played guitar, I now wonder? What if the events in our lives were the notes, and each life a song?

I think it’s liberating, imagining God leaning over my life like Segovia over his guitar, allowing each string to resonate in the silence, waiting to hear what it will do. The sweet melodies, the deepening themes, even the dissonant chords and suspended sevenths that demand resolution—all of it in God’s careful fingers. Never too much, never too little—God always playing, sometimes delighted at the result, at other times perhaps concerned. But always calmly, allowing the word to “do its work.”

Perhaps some lives are etudes, studies upon a theme, testing various techniques. Perhaps others are sonatas, folk songs, or dance tunes. I’d like to think many of us are jazz combos, a series of intimate twelve-bar phrases with a little improvisation to work things out against the silence to which all music returns.

What’s your song sounding like? Are you keeping your instrument tuned? Can you feel God’s fingers on your strings?

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Theological Disobedience

Civil disobedience can be accomplished by two forms: violating a law which is obnoxious; or symbolically enacting a law which is urgently needed. When Negroes sat-in at lunch counters, they were engaging in both forms: they violated state laws on segregation and trespassing; they were also symbolically enacting a public accommodations law even before it was written into the Civil Rights Act of 1964.
—Howard Zinn, Uncommon Sense,112

Civil disobedience got my mother arrested at a lunch counter on March 31, 1960. It was in Montgomery, Alabama, with Ralph Abernathy, one of Martin Luther King’s most trusted allies. The police blocked the street with their cars, then charged Mom and the rest with creating a public disturbance. Her mother, my Grandma, was mortified when saw her daughter on the national nightly news being loaded into a paddy wagon. As for me, born on this side of the Civil Rights Act, I’m proud of my mother’s nonviolent civil disobedience.

But I wonder about my own complacency. When I do nothing in the face of injustice, I’m engaged in the inaction of theological disobedience. When I do nothing in the face of injustice I violate a higher law which is essential and good. That law is the command of Jesus to love God and neighbor.

I’m pondering my theological disobedience this season, my sins of omission when I fail to act for what Paul calls the common good. When Virginians Against the Death Penalty keep silent vigil in front of the church each night the Commonwealth executes a convict, am I standing with them? When Equality Virginia calls on the governor to protect gay and lesbian state employees from discrimination, am I writing letters and calling my delegate and senator to insist on equal treatment? When health insurance is unavailable to 45 million Americans, am I working to align U.S. law with the compassionate healing witness of Jesus?

Let my theological disobedience end, and, if necessary, my nonviolent civil disobedience begin. I want my life to reflect the law of love. I want to be my mother’s son.

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

New Mistakes

Always make new mistakes.
—Esther Dyson, internet entrepreneur, cosmonaut

You’ve heard the well-worn definition of insanity: doing the same thing over and over expecting different results. Making old mistakes may not really be insanity, but it’s certainly not productive. Still, I keep making old mistakes. My singular challenge today is to make a new mistake instead.

It sounds odd, in a way, to want to make new mistakes. But what it really means is that I’ve learned from my old ones and have stopped my insane insistence on repeating what hasn’t worked and never will. If I’m making new mistakes, it means I’m trying things I haven’t tried, looking for solutions to problems I haven’t solved.

Thomas Edison said, in 1890, “I would construct a theory and work on its lines until I found it was untenable. Then it would be discarded at once and another theory evolved. This was the only possible way for me to work out the problem. ... I speak without exaggeration when I say that I have constructed 3,000 different theories in connection with the electric light, each one of them reasonable and apparently likely to be true. Yet only in two cases did my experiments prove the truth of my theory” (Talks with Edison, Harpers, vol. 80, p. 425).

Creativity for tomorrow is always among my nightly prayers. But how often do I really follow through on the deeply difficult work that can make such a prayer come true?

Ask yourself: When was the last time you managed a truly new doozy, a whopper of unprecedented scope and proportion? When was the last time you wiped out completely because you were trying something new? It might not have been the solution you were looking for, but you got closer by taking a calculated risk, eliminating one more dead end.

If I make a new mistake today, it will be humbling. But unless I’m trying new paths, I won’t find the right path. It’s time to take that risk. And this time, I might just succeed.

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

We Lived Elsewhere Once

On this day of all days in the Irish-American calendar, when ethnic pride swells, let’s raise a toast: Here’s to the Irish, and here’s to the rest of us. May we never forget where we came from… We are all people who have lost our land in one sad way and found another. Whether we lament and celebrate in a pub or cantina, whether our tricolor flag has a cactus on it or not, we are closer to one another than we remember.
—“San Patrico,” editorial in The New York Times, March 17, 2010

Whether we were kicked out or left home on our own, we identify with the wanderer, the ex-patriot, the exile, the rogue. Our movies and novels, folktales and songs, often speak to the wanderlust in us. We all came from somewhere, and that somewhere is rarely where we find ourselves now, except in those emotional moments of discovery when we realize we can never really go home.

We’re spiritually displaced, too. The childhood certainties no longer hold. Our image of God heats, cools, and is tempered by experience. Sometimes it shatters, sometimes grows strong. Just as we no longer speak Gaelic or German, Swahili or Urdu, at least not fluently as our ancestors did, we also don’t speak Presbyterian or Methodist or Catholic or even that newer language of Disciples of Christ very well.

On St. Patrick’s Day, we celebrate our memory of having lived elsewhere once upon a time. We recognize—and sometimes lament—the path we’ve taken. But the biblical witness is strong and clear: God leads exiles and wilderness wanderers to new lands, new relationships, new understandings and knowledge. God is with us now as God was with us then.

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.


Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

The Point on the Horizon

If you ask a farmer how he ensures that he is plowing a straight furrow, he will give you this advice: Fix your eyes straight ahead on some fixed point on the horizon—a tree perhaps—and keep moving steadily toward it. Don’t watch the furrow. Just keep your hands on the plow and your eyes on that fixed point.
—Margaret Silf, Inner Compass, 37

So many things change, it seems like life is in constant flux. Everything seems out of control, as in the W. B. Yeats poem,

Turning and turning in the widening gyre,
the falcon cannot hear the falconer.
Things fall apart. The center cannot hold;
mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.

Depression, anxiety, confusion, despair—all are characterized by a loss of focus, or, rather, focusing on something less than ultimate. To have a healthy spiritual life, it helps to focus not only on a fixed point, but on the right fixed point. Wealth, health, happiness—these are all fine goals for life. But none is ultimately the right point.

What is the fixed point in your life? Family can seem fixed, and it’s true, you can’t change how you were raised or to whom you were born. But those are fixed points in the past. What fixed point is in front of you? Where do you fix your eyes so that the furrow you plow is straight?

Margaret Silf says this: “Jesus is our fixed point. He is at the head of each of our personal lines of oxen teams. It is his risen life and energy that provide the power for our every movement.” I believe she’s right. When I fix my eyes on the horizon, I see the overflowing love and grace of God before me. Fixing my eyes on Jesus I manage to stay on track.

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Monday, March 15, 2010

The Revolution in Personalized Religion

An explosion of research in the past few years has taken us from a general observation that diseases tend to run in families to the discovery of very precise DNA variations that play a predictable role in many diseases, and that can be used to make increasingly accurate predictions about an individual’s potential future likelihood of illness.
—Francis S. Collins, The Language of Life: DNA and the Revolution in Personalized Medicine, xvi

Medicine is discovering precisely how alike we are and individually how different at the level of our basic encoding, our DNA. Francis Collins headed up the international Human Genome Project, which has mapped now, in exquisite detail, the 3.1 billion rungs on the human DNA ladder, containing over 20,000 individual genes. Mutations in the pattern, he discovered, account for the subtle and sometimes not-so-subtle differences among us. Illness and health, susceptibility and immunity to certain types of disease, and the ability to respond to certain treatments are largely genetic.

I imagine each of us has our own spiritual DNA. And it may be as complex as our biological genome. Our spiritual DNA isn’t made up of base chemicals, sugars, and phosphates. Instead, it’s shaped by how often we went to church as children, our parents attitudes toward religion, the particular Sunday School teachers we had, the number of times we dozed off listening to a dull sermon, the church camp games, the powerful bonds from youth group, the mountain top experiences we’ve had, the response that we received when we started questioning, and 19,992 other factors. Our religion can be as personalized as our physical health.

But as different as we are, as Christians we still have most of our spiritual DNA in common. We may mean slightly different things by it, but we confess Jesus as Lord and Savior and commit ourselves to living out his commandment to love God and neighbor. In the shorthand of the old hymn, we trust and obey. We share baptism and communion. We share scripture. We share a common tradition. We’re susceptible to many of the same spiritual diseases.

When you map your own spiritual genome, note the differences that make you unique, the weaknesses, the strengths. But note also what you have in common with other Christians. You may find we have more in common than you think!

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Making a Scene

A visionary light settled in [Mrs. Turpin’s] eyes. She saw the streak as a vast swinging bridge extending upward from the earth through a field of living fire. Upon it a vast horde of souls were rumbling toward heaven. There were whole companies of [lower class whites and blacks], and whole battalions of freaks and lunatics shouting and clapping and leaping like frogs. And bringing up the rear of the procession was a tribe of people whom she recognized at once as those who, like herself and Claud, had always had a little of everything and the God-given wit to use it right… They were marching behind the others with great dignity, accountable as they had always been for good order and common sense and respectable behavior. They alone were on key. Yet she could see by their shocked and altered faces that even their virtues were being burned away.
—Flannery O’Connor, “Revelation”

We want to think well of ourselves, to believe that we’re good and decent people, honest as the day is long, generous to a fault, hospitable and kind to strangers, willing to give anyone the benefit of the doubt. And of course, we’re kind to puppies. But in reality, we’re like all but the saintliest of saints—we take pride in our own accomplishments and are genuinely perplexed, if not a bit upset, when others aren’t as passionate about our aims as we are. It’s hard to try to better ourselves without measuring against those who choose a different path and then judging them.

Mrs. Turpin put great stock in the way she composed herself. She looked down her nose at anyone who wasn’t her equal. In her revelatory vision, she was simply shocked to see a bridge to heaven that had people like her walking behind all the folks she looked down upon.

It’s easy as a reader to shake our heads at her pretensions, her ignorance. But the brilliance of O’Connor’s story is that, just as I make judgments about Mrs. Turpin, I become her. She indicts my own sense of pride, because I suspect that if I were seeing her vision, I’d be in that last group, too, even as my self-claimed virtues burned away.

Maybe this is what it means to enter the kin-dom of heaven, to be separated no longer from anyone, by neither vice nor virtue, prejudice nor honor. As I look forward to Jerusalem with Jesus this season, I want to see who’s in the crowds. Who’s throwing down their coats at his feet? Who’s shouting Hosanna? Are they like me? Can I possibly be like them?

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Saying Grace

Reverend Sykes’ voice was as distant as Judge Taylor’s. “Miss Jean Louise, stand up. You’re father’s passin’.”
—Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird, 242

At our dinner table, we say grace before each meal. We offer thanks for the day, the food, our family, our time together, and in a phrase I learned from my father, “all our many blessings.” It’s a good umbrella, and it covers a lot of ground.

What I don’t always appreciate is the connection between thanksgiving and grace. Thanksgiving is our way toward God. As Meister Eckhart has said, if the only prayer you ever say in your life is thank you, it is enough. But God’s role is what I sometimes forget. There would be no need for thanksgiving without grace.

Grace is the selfless giving of oneself for another. Grace is the undeserved over-and-above, the unmerited extra mile, the overflowing cup when a sip is all that is expected or required. It can’t be parceled out in tiny packages, because it flows like a mighty, everlasting stream from the very heart of God.

Grace is Atticus Finch defending Tom Robinson against trumped-up charges and Scout defending Boo Radley’s privacy. Grace is God’s gift to us revealed in the life, death, resurrection, and living presence of Jesus. Grace is the source of the challenges and blessings of each day.

I expect Rev. Sykes had it right, telling Scout to stand up as her father was passing by. At the dinner table, maybe offering our thanksgivings isn’t enough. Perhaps we should also stand.

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Wild Things

And when he came to the place where the wild things are they roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth…
-Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things Are

Max is aptly named.

Maurice Sendak’s solitary, lonely boy experiences his emotions—particularly anger—at maximum velocity. He chases the dog with a fork in his hand; he howls at his mother; he storms off to bed without any supper. And when his bed sails away to where the wild things are, he meets their monstrous, terrible roars with the magic trick he never learned at home. He says to them, “BE STILL!” And the wild things are stilled. They make him their king.

Do you ever wonder what it’s like to be able to reach that place where emotions can be tamed? To silence the wild caterwauls of anger, despair, or frustration is to harness deep psychological forces. To control the sulking, silent groans of resignation is to discover spiritual health. Hair-trigger rage is a wild thing that can damage the soul. Bitterness, jealousy, envy, greed—the church has named them all before.

Max gives me hope that I can plumb spiritual depths and not get lost. The wild things are still there, but they no longer have control of my life. In centering prayer, I can recognize their power and not be overcome; in the stillness of contemplation, I can find the calm that gives life to my soul.

My prayer for you today is that you find that spiritual place where the terrible roars within and the gnashing of terrible teeth become still. It’s not our doing, but the grace of God, that allows us to find a meal still warm on the table after the raging storm.

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Holy Silliness

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This makes me laugh. Not in a sarcastic, bitter way, but out loud, from the gut. Yes, the Hallelujah Button is real, and yes, I can imagine the congregation all holding up their iPhones at the end of the sermon—the only improvement I can imagine would be if it let each user choose tenor or soprano, alto or bass.

It’s foolishness, Paul suggested, to stake our claim on a crucified savior. It’s holy silliness, Batman, to ride a donkey into town. That whole temple-torn-down-and-rebuilt-in-three-days thing? God poking fun at human pretension. And why not? You can’t take seriously a guy who turns water into wine.

But isn’t that just the way with faith? It blows up balloons and twists them into giraffes for children. It listens for God’s laughter through tears at the foot of the cross. Faith smiles knowingly when Mary mistakes the risen Jesus for the gardener. It laughs out loud when the Spirit at Pentecost makes Peter insist the disciples really aren’t drunk. Healing from illness, wholeness from fragmentation, life from death—there’ll be joy in the morning on that day!

Sure, I take my faith seriously. I get passionate in particular about Jesus’ teachings on social justice. But I also have to wear it lightly. In our church art gallery there’s a print of a laughing Jesus, his eyes crinkled and sparkling, his head thrown back. I love the image. Yes, Jesus wept. But surely he also was in on the holy humor of God’s ridiculous grace. Surely (“hey, stop calling me Shirley!” ba-dap-boom), Jesus also laughed.

So should you. So should I.

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Run!

I beg you, look for the words ‘social justice’ or ‘economic justice’ on your church Web site. If you find it, run as fast as you can. Social justice and economic justice, they are code words. Now, am I advising people to leave their church? Yes! … If you’ve got a priest who is preaching social justice, find another parish.
—Glenn Beck, The Glenn Beck Show, March 2, 2010

Throughout Lent, I’ve been meditating on the spiritual journey. Where do we begin, where are we going, and who are our companions along the way? I’ve been sharing the path with plenty of people I like and respect, people whose thoughts stimulate me to deeper places in my soul.

But it’s good for me to remember that there are others on the path from whom I learn because they and I fundamentally disagree. There’s something about an argument that forces me to consider carefully what I believe. Glenn Beck is one of these from whom I learn this way. A few days ago, he urged his listeners to look out for code words that their religious leaders were really promoting Nazism and Communism using terms like economic or social justice. He told his listeners to run away from such churches and report their pastors to church authorities. I had to chuckle a bit as I wondered what Jesus would say to someone tattling on us. We have our shortcomings as a church, but we’re pretty much in agreement that Jesus expects of us a love rooted in just and right relationships among friends and enemies alike.

I want to hang a banner out on the lawn that says, “Social justice is what Jesus meant by the Kingdom of heaven.”

And another that reads, “Economic Justice is part of the Economy of Salvation.”

So I want you to know what I’ve done. I’ve sent Mr. Beck an email telling him that I’m a social justice Christian. I’ve told him that if he’d like to visit us some day at First Christian Church, he will be welcome here, and he’ll find that everyone is welcome, even people who don’t always agree with each other or with him. He’ll find a congregation that believes love and justice are flip sides of the same divine coin—and we give to God what belongs to God. Our actions show it. He’ll find a church that believes God cares about poverty, illness, hunger, and social marginalization. He’ll find a church that’s running all right, but it’s running toward the gospel, not away from it.

He’ll find a church that sees a vision of God’ justice before us, and as we set our faces toward God’s kingdom, we’re prepared to RUN.

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Temples of an Unimaginable Mercy

Who among us would accept a universe in which there was not one voice / Of compassion, pity, understanding? / To be human is to be completely alien among the galaxies. / Which is sufficient reason for erecting, together with others, the temples of an unimaginable mercy.
—Czeslaw Milosz, “Religion Comes,” in Second Space (2004), 58

The world is not impersonal. Oh, it seems like it at times: cold, uncaring, callous. But that is not the world I accept as my ultimate home, either in the future or here and now. It is not the world that determines the decisions I make each day. I hear mercy and compassion in the human song. It gives me hope. It grants me a glimpse of God.

None of us is immune to the evil around us. But neither must we accept that Hobbes was right—that life without some tenuous social contract is nasty, cruel, brutish, and short. Selfish desires are our bane, but what makes us as human beings “alien among the galaxies” is that we have the capacity for compassion. Altruism isn’t just a cover for some deeper self-interest. We really do have the capacity for love.

Remember when you first fell in love. Didn’t something tingle inside? It was a connecting point in you that was tied by an emotional cord to a connecting point in someone else. It was your identity moving from within your skin into the larger sphere of relationship. It was your soul accepting a universe whose underlying cause is love.

When Jesus alludes to his body as a temple, he’s speaking about being torn down and raised up. But I believe there’s also something of the unimaginable sacredness of human community behind his words. It is as community that we are his body, his temple that can never be torn down completely, because we are always being raised up by the compassion, mercy, and love of God.

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Adams and Eves

Watching my toddlers in their highchairs taught me that food is miraculous, its myriad colors and shapes, its glorious textures, an invitation to play. Squishing peas or squeezing fistfuls of mashed potatoes, my children were Adams and Eves discovering the wonder of creation for the first time, reaffirming the gift of this world and offering it back… and as I obeyed their infant commands to name the things of this world, the world became holy.
—Suzanne M. Wolfe, “This is My Body,” Image (Winter 2009), 82

How as adults do we discover the miraculous, the holy, especially when we don’t squish the peas anymore, when we don’t respond to the mashed potatoes’ invitation to play? I wonder how to reclaim our delight and surprise when everything around us was creative and new.

Perhaps there is a command in the play of toddlers and infants, an obligation, a moral imperative, for adults also to name the world. Isaiah was right. The way forward is found when “a little child shall lead them.” It is in the early naming of things, people, and relationships that we discover who we are, our roles and possibilities. We reaffirm the world. We offer it back… to whom? To one another, yes, but more. The world around us becomes holy when in our toddler-like discovery, we offer it back in wonder to God.

For a moment today, rediscover your inner Adam, your inner Eve. Discover a miracle. Give thanks.

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Family Celebration

It is so important for a family to celebrate all together. It is so important for the children to laugh and play and sing with their parents and to see their parents happy to be together.
—Jean Vanier, Community and Growth, p. 315

So many things get in the way of family celebration: work, school, laptops in the family room. There is distance, both emotional and physical. Few would deny that the forces tearing families apart are strong.

How much stronger, then, are the celebrations that truly overcome the daily grind? You don’t have to throw a party, but at least carry a playful spirit into each day. Parents who laugh around their children—with them and not at them—teach by example what it means to live into the kin-dom of God. And the occasional party is like icing on the cake!

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Draw Me a Sheep

“If you please, draw me a sheep…”
When a mystery is too overpowering, one dare not disobey. Absurd as it might seem to me, a thousand miles from any human habitation and in danger of death, I took out of my pocket a sheet of paper and my fountain pen. But then I remembered how my studies had been concentrated on geography, history, arithmetic and grammar, and I told the little chap (a little crossly, too) that I did not know how to draw. He answered me:
“That doesn’t matter. Draw me a sheep.”

—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince, 10

When the pilot met the Little Prince, it was in the wilderness, after crash-landing his plane. The pilot’s singular focus: to repair his plane and get back on his way. This was, as he said, a “matter of consequence.”

The Little Prince, however, was a mystery. He seemed completely unconcerned about the pilot’s plight. Instead, he drew the pilot into his own search… for a sheep to protect his flower from the baobab trees growing on his planet far away. Ridiculous, of course! And a distracting interruption to the pilot! But how often does the overpowering mystery of another’s concern appear ridiculous? Most all the time, I fear.

Except for this: we become responsible forever for those we love. The pilot in time discovered that the Little Prince’s life had meaning because he loved his rose. His life had purpose because he fed, watered, and protected her. He endured her faults and adored her. In the end, he even gave his life for her. In the end, the pilot understood. And he drew the sheep.

Whom do you love? Is there someone you have fed, watered, protected, endured, and even prepared to give your life for? If so, you may find yourself asking strangers odd questions. This Little Prince gives me hope for all of us. Perhaps we each will find our purpose in loving others and draw strangers into a life-giving relationship. Perhaps we will remember we are responsible for those we love.

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Good Health

Certainly one of the best ways to good health is to follow a well-balanced diet and the motto of the American Institute of Wine and Food: Moderation, Small helpings, A great variety of food, No snacking, Weight watching and sensible exercise, Above all—HAVE A GOOD TIME.
—Julia Child, The French Chef Cookbook (rev. 1998), iii-iv.

Few of us could live long on a diet of cheese soufflé, salmon mouse, Crêpes Suzette, Chicken Cordon Bleu, and fois gras. The cholesterol alone is frightening! Yet most of us have at least heard of these dishes, thanks to Julia Child. Trying them once in a while is a culinary treat, and, if you’re the one doing the cooking, a nice challenge.

Spiritually speaking, there are practices that few of us could successfully do every day. But occasionally it’s worth doing something out of the ordinary. Fasting, perhaps, or a day of silence, or even a particular yoga position—any of it can be a challenge worth trying, even if it’s not part of your daily spiritual diet.

What such disciplines highlight is that we each do have a daily diet. It may seem like meager stuff by comparison—a morning prayer may be a lot like a simple bowl of oatmeal; a quick glance at a daily devotional calendar may be like mashed potatoes—spiritual comfort food. But it’s the regular spiritual practices—morning or evening prayers, regular reading of scripture, weekly worship—that sustain us in the long run. It’s the occasional Coq-au-vin or Saute de Porc aux Champignons that then feeds the soul in deeper ways.

I hope you’ll find a way to splurge a bit, spiritually speaking this season. Step out of your ordinary routine and try something a bit more challenging. It might not be everyday fare, but it’s still good for the soul. And HAVE A GOOD TIME.

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Be a Good Ancestor

Lesson 21: Be a good ancestor. Stand for something bigger than yourself. Add value to the Earth during your sojourn. Give something back. Every minute you drink from wells you did not dig, are sheltered by builders you will never know, are protected by police and soldiers and neighbors and caretakers whose names are in no record books, are tended by healing hands of every hue and heritage, and are fed and clothed by the labors of countless others… What will your obituary say? What will you’re your legacy in life be?
—Marian Wright Edelman, Lanterns: A Memoir of Mentors, 166-167

I wonder what sort of ancestor I’ll be. Or you, what sort of ancestor will you be? What will your children’s children tell their children about you? I hope they’ll say we were trusting and good. I hope they’ll be glad about the care we took for the earth and its peoples and be proud of something we accomplished that made this world a better place. I hope they’ll have stories to tell, like that time when someone came to us hungry and we sacrificed our convenience to be sure they were not only fed but watered. Or the love we passed on in the family, or the difference we made in the community, or the (you have to use your imagination… how do your hopes fill in the blank?). We hope. We hope.

Perhaps that’s one place hope come to us, from the future. It’s not about irrational dreams that we cynically and secretly think will never really come true. Hope is about imagination rooted in possibility. Hope is the trust that someday a well we dig will satisfy someone else’s thirst. Hope is the trust that someday someone we loved will pass that love on to someone else.

I hope I’ll one day be a good ancestor. I hope your great-great grandchildren will be pleased to say you were a branch on their family tree. Even more, I hope that those who never know our names will be glad we were here, when we’re no longer David or Sherry or Bob, and we’re just “ancestors.” How will we work today to make their lives flourish?

Let your imagination fly.

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Navigating the Intersection of Politcs and Faith

Nobody in his or her right mind would want to be a member of a socially acceptable religion. It's very dangerous for the soul. A nation is in the business of doing Caesar's work, not God's. There's a distinction we get from the New Testament between religion and politics. That's not to say, however, that one shouldn't vote according to one's personal beliefs. All of us do that. But it is to say that one should never expect the state to function in accord with passionate faith. It won't. It can't. It shouldn't. That would be a confusion of roles.
—Phyllis Tickle, interviewed by Becky Garrison in The Wittenburg Door, 11/28/2007

We all live at the intersection of politics and faith. It’s a busy intersection, so we have to be careful not to get run over! Perhaps the trick in standing at the crossroad between politics and faith is to decide if you’re there to dodge traffic or to help people cross the street.

Last night the Lynchburg City Schools shared the deep challenges faced by next year’s budget cuts. It was an event filled with political realities and passion, anguish and cold, hard facts. Students, faculty and parents spoke up in defense of their schools. Several from our church were there. Christina Maclay spoke on behalf of Perrymont Elementary, where she teaches. Tickle is right in principle that Caesar’s work and God’s work are separate, but many of us have to juggle both. There are places—like public education—where people of faith don’t set aside their compassion and commitment to justice just because Caesar signs their check. In one way or another, most of us live in this intersection.

What is our role as Christians in the public square? I believe that it is to be faithful to the compassionate claim Jesus makes on all his disciples. So we speak up for the marginalized. “Speak tenderly to Jerusalem,” the prophet Isaiah reminds us. Will you write a letter or make a phone call? Will you encourage a child to do his best? Will you show appreciation for a teacher who doesn’t know if she has a job next year? Advocacy is hard work, but all it means at its root is to speak up. Look around you today. Who needs to hear your voice speaking up, speaking out, speaking tenderly when needed? Who needs your help to cross the street?

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Jesus at the Crossroads

Jesus was not crucified in a cathedral between two candles, but on a cross between two thieves; on the town garbage heap; at a crossroads so cosmopolitan that they had to write his title in Hebrew and in Latin and in Greek (or should we say in English, in Bantu and in Afrikaans?) at the kind of place where cynics talk smut, and thieves curse and soldiers gamble. Because that is where he died. And that is what he died about. And that is where church [members] should be and what church [member]ship should be about.
—George F. MacLeod, quoted on Richard Pulley’s home page at The Intersection

We have a cross between two candles on our communion table. It’s important that I never forget that cross is there to point me beyond my own experience. It points beyond the church walls, out into the street, up and down Rivermont Avenue, one arm toward downtown with its inner city challenges and the other out toward the mountains and rural poverty.

The cross on the table reminds me that the church at its best lives at the crossroads. Whether we’re serving a meal at Gateway with men working to overcome addictions or hammering together wheelchair ramps for the homes of people with disabilities, we’re where Jesus lived and died. When we’re picking up trash on our adopted section of the street, or paying a power bill for a single mom, or assembling diapers and sleepers into Baby Kits, we’re where we belong.

We’re not sent only to nice people who pray, sing, and think like us, even though we're sent to them, too. We won’t necessarily find Jesus at a fancy dinner party unless we go out behind the kitchen where he’s taking out the trash. But we’ll find him. Because we’re not an imperial church. We know full well where he was crucified. We remember by whom. And, just as importantly, we remember by whom he was raised.

Along the way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Interconnected and Interdependent

Every individual matters, nonhuman as well as human. Every individual has a role to play. Every individual makes a difference. We cannot live through a single day without making an impact on the world around us. And we all have free choice—what sort of difference do we want to make? Do we want to make the world around us a better place? Or not?
—Jane Goodall, in Lorne Adrian, The Most Important Thing I Know, 83

Not only are we interconnected, we’re interdependent. Interconnected things are part of a structure, organized, attached, perhaps even orderly. Certainly the church is an interconnected web, where one person’s joy or grief is felt by all the others. Pull one string of the web and the vibrations are felt throughout.

But we’re also interdependent. Interdependence rises a level above just being connected. Interdependence means that not only do we sense each other’s existence, but we also need one another. We each matter not just because we’re attached, and for one of us to go missing is like the unraveling of a fishing net, but because we make a difference in each other’s lives. My joy is impossible without yours to feed it; my sorrow is unbearable without you to share it.

Paul said the same thing organically when he spoke of the body needing hands, eyes, ears, and feet. Imagine a body where the hands are connected but they don’t ever wipe the tears out of the eyes. Imagine a body where the ears are connected, but they don’t share with the feet a cry they hear for help. Interconnected is not enough. We’re interdependent. We each have a role to play in one another’s lives.

And it/s not just other people with whom we’re interdependent—our ecosystem depends on us and we on it. Our society depends on us and we on it. Even God is part of this interdependent dance, as we depend on God and—here’s the radical part—God depends on us. From the office to the home to the whole of creation, we can choose each day to make things better. Or not.

How will you make a difference today, to your friends, your coworkers, your community, your world, and to God?

Along the Way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Other People

Sartre is wrong when he says that hell is other people. It is heaven that is other people. They only become hell when we are locked into our own egoism and darkness. If they are to become heaven, we have to make the slow passage from egoism to love. It is our own hearts and eyes that have to change.

- Jean Vanier, Community and Growth, p. 312

I used to think Sartre was right. Cynical and sour (although I thought myself simply realistic), I held to an existential worldview of isolation, filled with sadness that there was no meaning in the world except in resistance, that there was no real God, nothing really good.

In ministry, I rediscovered the joy of life in community. Vanier is right. Other people, as difficult and cantankerous as they can often be, are still heaven. We are created to live in relationship with one another. We are not ourselves when we are isolated. To become trapped in my own ego is to deny my responsibility for others and their responsibility for me. As one of our more modern hymns sings, “We are not our own.” But when we live in community, sharing vulnerability and setting ego aside, there the Holy Spirit moves. There, in mutual openness and accountability, we know the beginnings of holy love.

Who do you love? If your heart and mind are unlocked and set free, the answer becomes clear. Jesus called it love of neighbor. And your neighbor is anyone who is in need.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Lifeguards and Life Guards

We learn that there are lifeguards and there are life guards. The former monitor our swimming for safety and rescue us from harm. They can be indentified by uniforms—usually bright red or orange swimsuits. When they hear our exclamations of panic—“Help, help” and “Save me, I’m drowning!”—we know them by their swift response.

Life guards, on the other hand, guide and keep our feet in the paths defined by our limits. They can be identified by a uniform convention—the practice of identifying ourselves and each other in certain limited ways… We inevitable [are asked], “What do you do?” The answer to that question of vocation is my “life guard.” It helps keep my life on track.

—San Portaro, Crossing the Jordan, 34-35

I’m Jackson’s dad, Katy’s husband, Jeanne and Dan’s son, and the pastor of First Christian Church. Each of these descriptions is a “life guard.” It sets certain safe limits around who I am and what I do. It keeps my life on track. You, too, have your “life guards,” those relationships and activities that give you a place in the community, that set you apart uniquely from the rest of the world, that create a safe space in which to live.

We know very little about the “life guards” of Jesus. We treat him instead as a Lifeguard, calling on him to rescue us in trouble. But we don’t know what he did for a living. We know little about his relationship with his mother, father, sisters or brothers. Some speculate marriage, perhaps kids—important things to know! Except we don’t. And it makes it harder to “know” Jesus. We don’t know what boundaries of activity and relationship defined most of his life.

We do know that he was relatively old when, for whatever reason, he felt the need to turn his life around. John baptized Jesus in a ritual that marked a changed direction. From then on, Jesus knew his calling. He discovered new relationships. He made a radical new commitment to others and to God. From this point on, we can trace his tracks.

Have you discovered your calling? If so, your “life guards” are different than they used to be. Your vocation is set, your commitment firm, your new direction clear. Your Lifeguard, however, is the same. Go ahead and swim into deeper water in confidence that you are not alone. Help will come when needed.

Along the way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Friday, February 26, 2010

O Hilaritas

According to Newton
the intrinsic property of matter on which weight depends is mass.
But mass and weight vary according to gravity
(It is not a laughing matter).
On earth a mass of 6 kilograms has a weight of 6 kilograms.
On the moon a mass of 6 kilograms has a weight of 1 kilogram.
An object’s inertia (the force required to accelerate it)
depends entirely on its mass.
And so it is with me.
I depend entirely on a crumb of bread
a sip of wine;
it is the mass that matters
that makes matter.
In free fall, like the earth around the sun,
I am weightless
and so move only if I have mass.
Thanks be to the creator
who has given himself
that we may be.

- Madeleine L’Engle, The Ordering of Love, 94

Madeleine L’Engle plays off the dual meaning of “mass.” Mass is both a property of matter and worship that matters. The crumb of bread and sip of wine identify who we are. We may not call our form of worship “mass,” but worship makes us matter just the same. I hope to see you Sunday as we matter together to God, as we move together in prayer and song, as we worship the one who matters most, en masse.

Along the way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Beyond Ideology

I am what we should be—that is, post-ideological. We are to be about healing, not division. We are not to be subservient to ideology, but above it.

- Richard Cizik, president of the New Evangelical Partnership for the Common Good, defending himself against criticism that he has been co-opted by liberals.

Most of us are passionate about politics, religion, justice, and peace. What are your core values? They are likely to affect not only the way you vote but also the way you relate to other people. They’ll even affect the way you relate to God. You may believe people are essentially good, and left to their own devices they will be kind, loving, and generous. You see God unlocking human potential, setting people free. On the other hand, you may believe people are essentially self-serving, and left to their own devices they will always do what’s in their own best interest. You see God regulating human behavior, forgiving sin, and demanding satisfaction that only a sinless Jesus can provide. Competing ideologies lead to radically different images of the church. Communities fight and divide over things like this.

What would it be like to be truly post-ideological? Could you imagine, for a moment, an image of God that doesn’t reflect your own assumptions about human nature? It might lead to healing, both in our communities and in our souls.

Along the way, I wish you God’s peace for today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

The Gift of our Physical Selves

We have to remember that we have a body which has its own laws, and that the physical has its effect on the spiritual. We have to respect our body and its needs, and care for it even more than a craftsman cares for his tools. Our body is more important than a tool. It is an integral part of our being, of our self.
- Jean Vanier, Community and Growth, p. 255

Are you taking care of your body? Exercise and diet, regular checkups—you know the routine. And it is a routine, if it’s done right. Binge dieting and sporadic exercise are as damaging as binge prayer. When self-care is something you only occasionally squeeze in between other things on your “to do” list, you put stress on your body, as well as on your spirit. Instead, engage in a regular, habitual pattern of exercise and prayer that integrates your life.

The early Christians prayed with their whole bodies—whether stretching out their arms with lifted heads, or kneeling, or lying face down prone on the floor. Living in community, they prayed while planting grain, kneading bread, and laying brick. As you go through the movements of your day—making the bed, preparing breakfast, walking to the mailbox—tend to the physical needs of your body and you will be well-positioned to open yourself to the presence of God.

At work, at school, or at home, whatever you are dong with your body, allow yourself to do so in prayer.

Along the way, I wish you God’s peace for today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Sink or Swim? The Gift of Emptiness

I discovered another picture of freedom one night while lying in a warm, deep bath. I had emptied one of the little plastic bottles of bath oil into the water, hoping that its promise to be “revitalizing” would rouse me from the threat of lethargy and despondency that was lurking around the corner.

I watched idly as the bottle bobbed up and down on the water. Then I held it down and filled it up. I let it go and watched it sink slowly down and settle on the bottom. I fetched it up again, emptied it, and let it float. My childish pastime made me realize that God sometimes does the same with me. I fill up, gradually, with all the things I desire and want to hold on to. The more I fill up, the deeper I sink, until eventually I lie like a lead balloon at the bottom of the bath, quite incapable of movement. Then something happens to “tip me up and pour me out.” It is usually something unwelcome that I resist with all my strength, but it succeeds in draining me of all the attachment feelings I have collected, then something new happens. The little bottle bobs up again, freed of its cargo of bathwater, light, floating, and responding to every wave. This is the gift of emptiness; only in my emptiness can I be sustained by the buoyancy of God’s unfailing love and move on as he created me to in order to grow.

- Margaret Silf, Inner Compass, 161-162

Take a moment and let God tip you up and pour you out. Empty yourself of desires, wants, passions, moods. No longer weighed down, how does it feel to float?

Along the way, I wish you God’s peace for today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Slowly Count to 40

Jesus, full of the Holy Spirit, returned from the Jordan and was led by the Spirit in the wilderness, where for forty days he was tempted by the devil. He ate nothing at all during those days, and when they were over, he was famished. The devil said to him, ‘If you are the Son of God, command this stone to become a loaf of bread.’ Jesus answered him, ‘It is written, “One does not live by bread alone.” ’

Then the devil led him up and showed him in an instant all the kingdoms of the world. And the devil* said to him, ‘To you I will give their glory and all this authority; for it has been given over to me, and I give it to anyone I please. If you, then, will worship me, it will all be yours.’ Jesus answered him, ‘It is written, “Worship the Lord your God, and serve only him.” ’

Then the devil took him to Jerusalem, and placed him on the pinnacle of the temple, saying to him, ‘If you are the Son of God, throw yourself down from here, for it is written, “He will command his angels concerning you, to protect you”, and “On their hands they will bear you up, so that you will not dash your foot against a stone.” ’

Jesus answered him, ‘It is said, “Do not put the Lord your God to the test.” ’ When the devil had finished every test, he departed from him until an opportune time.


- Luke 4.1-13 (NRSV)

Lent takes its name from the same word that gives slow music its lento tempo: lentus. It has at least two meanings. The first and most familiar meaning is “slow, lingering, lasting.” Lent, then, is a season for slowing down, lingering a while on the spiritual journey, discovering the lasting meaning of life. Certainly, Jesus takes his time. Forty days fasting in the wilderness is enough time to slow down and figure out what direction he is to take in life. But it’s also an interminably long time when crisis comes. Now, not yet 40 days from the earthquake in Haiti, we see how long days in crisis can become.

That’s why another meaning is helpful. The second meaning of lentus is “tough, resistant, barely yielding to force.” Jesus displays toughness in his encounter with the devil. He resists temptation. He does not yield to the forces of hunger, weakness, or self-doubt. When faced with the vast suffering and evil present in the world, we must not be overwhelmed. Jesus is trustworthy. God’s love is the engine that powers our resistance. Our compassion will not yield. There is no disaster so large that we cannot meet it in the confidence of a compassionate faith.

How will you slow down this season, as the ashes imposed on your forehead on Wednesday are washed away by now, this first Sunday of Lent? Take a moment today and slowly count to 40, breathing in, holding it, and breathing out. With each new breath, visualize the inner toughness that you will draw on to resist the forces that separate you from God. Feel the compassion that rises up toward those in need. Act on your faith. Make God’s love visible in the things you do.

We do not put God to the test. Instead, in the slow, steady march of this season’s journey, God is testing us, refining us, tempering us like steel.

Along the way, I wish you God’s peace on today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Balancing Between Opposites: Detachment and Attachment


Our spiritual lives are a constant interplay, a dynamic process. At the heart of this dynamic interplay are several interdependent pairs of seeming “opposites,” such as activity/receptivity, consolation/desolation, and detachment/attachment, which are, in fact, mutually interdependent.


- Kay Northcutt, Kindling Desire for God, 103

Detachment is the practice of spiritual formation that allows us to pray for the best possible outcome, without a sense of what ought to happen. Detachment is letting go of our own desires and purposes and praying into the purposefulness of God’s intentions. “Detachment,” Northcutt says, “clears space for the Spirit’s leading and God’s purposefulness in the congregation.” Attachment, on the other hand, can be “selfish, grasping, thoughtless, and all too often motivated by a will-to-power.”

Experiencing detachment is hard for me. I care deeply about my own goals, my own desires. My attachment to family and friends is strong. The challenge for me is to remain attached to those who matter to me while not grasping. I think the key is this insight: God is already holding us together. The harder I hold on, the less I sense God already holding us close. To detach, in a spiritually healthy way, is to see the bonds God is already weaving, trusting in God’s love more than my strength, and then focusing my energy not on duplicating God’s efforts but on becoming more loving and trusting of others.

If I want to hold something fragile, I have to let go of my tight grip on hurt feelings, resentments, and unfulfilled desires. The irony is that in order to develop healthy attachments to others, I have to gently let go. Then I become free from blaming, scapegoating, resentment, and anger; free from desperately seeking others’ approval, free from the superficial. By letting go, I allow myself to be held by God, which allows me better to connect with others, who of course are also held together by God, which allows me to be filled with love.

Then, I can pray in the words of the hymn: “Weave, weave, weave us together; weave us together in unity and love. Weave, weave, weave us together; weave us together, together in love.”

Along the way, I wish you God’s peace for today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Balancing Between Opposites: Consolation and Desolation

Our spiritual lives are a constant interplay, a dynamic process. At the heart of this dynamic interplay are several interdependent pairs of seeming “opposites,” such as activity/receptivity, consolation/desolation, and detachment/attachment, which are, in fact, mutually interdependent.
- Kay Northcutt, Kindling Desire for God, 103

Each day has its ups and downs, its consolations and desolations.

Consolation is not just a second place prize. It’s a gentle pat on the shoulder or a hot crock-pot of freshly delivered soup. It’s one life reaching toward another, heart to heart. Consolation turns us outward. It exists in relationship. In prayer today, ask what forces are binding you closer to someone else. Who embraces you, picks you up? What within you generates new inspiration and ideas, releasing new energy, lifting your heart so you can see the joys and sorrows of others? These are the moments of consolation that extend the tendrils of your heart into the soil of another’s soul. Identify your consolations and give thanks.

Desolation turns us in on ourselves. It is absence, not presence, like an open wound that will not heal. Desolate moments are those without comfort and without hope. Ask also in prayer today what forces in your life cut you off from community, isolating you from family, church members, coworkers, and friends, draining you of energy, spiraling into deeper and deeper negative feelings. Identify your desolations. Name them. Let them go.

God is present in each moment. It may not be possible to know those moments of consolation until you have lived through desolate times. But when the one we know as Comforter comes, you know you will never have to face another moment completely alone.

Along the way, I wish you God’s peace for today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Balancing Between Opposites: Activity and Receptivity

Our spiritual lives are a constant interplay, a dynamic process. At the heart of this dynamic interplay are several interdependent pairs of seeming “opposites,” such as activity/receptivity, consolation/desolation, and detachment/attachment, which are, in fact, mutually interdependent.

- Kay Northcutt, Kindling Desire for God, 103

Activity is how we shape the world. We mold, influence, nudge, suggest, and close the sale. We build and plant, teach and learn, tear down and raise up. Our identity is tied up in activity. As soon as we meet someone, we want to know what they do. What would today be like if you considered part of your activity to be sacred? What would the day be like if some of your “doings” were dedicated to God? Active spiritual practices include visiting the sick, clothing the naked, feeding the hungry, and working for justice. They also include singing in the choir, attending meetings, setting up potluck dinners, and writing birthday cards for your parish group. Shape the world today, as you usually do, but also shape it in the image of God.

Receptivity is how we see the world. We observe, listen, watch, taste, touch and smell. But we are receptive not only with our physical senses; we also open our minds and spirits, becoming receptive to insights, epiphanies, and revelations. It can be hard to receive instead of do. What would today be like if you sharpened your spiritual nerve endings and became more receptive to the holiness around you? Receptive spiritual practices include contemplative prayer, lectio divina, devotional reading, silence, fasting, prayer groups, and labyrinth walking. Be receptive to the world today, not only with your physical senses but also open with the eyes and mind of God.

Along the way, I wish you God’s peace for today’s stage of your Lenten spiritual journey. May Christ’s companionship bless you with confidence for the day, comfort you in trouble, and put a spring of joy in your step.