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The works of his hands are faithfulness and justice; all his commandments are sure. They stand fast forever and ever, because they are done in truth and equity. Psalm 111
The other day Barb and I were able to take a small break and escape winter’s icy clutches in the Pacific Northwest and visit our son in San Diego, where the temperatures were mostly in the mid 70s. I quietly wondered to myself: why, again, did we leave California?
It was a nice trip; quite uneventful – the kind I like. We visited, we went places and saw things, but mostly we simply enjoyed being with one with whom we regularly speak, but whom we seldom see (except through the miracle of online video-chats).
We don’t travel much by plane anymore, but it seemed to me that checking in and going through security have improved a lot over the years as folks involved in air transportation have continued to find new (and possibly better) ways to move the public from curb to gate with the least amount of inconvenience.
There was one constant, however, that had nothing to do with airline check-in or TSA security; it had to do with an uncanny knack I have for finding the slowest moving lane at every stage of our journey. The queue for check-in had one person in front of us, and it was frozen in both space and time. Other lines with dozens of migrating travelers were processed at lightning speed, while we stood patiently waiting for our turn in the sloth lane.
Then we found ourselves in the TSA’s Glue-lane as the other lines moved along at Grease-speed. We finally made our move to another lane and were processed while those who had been in front of us continued their glacial pace in the queue controlled by an agent I can only assume was processing them in ancient Latin, the language of his birth.
Having had my usual luck in picking lines, I let Barb choose the security lane for our obligatory bag and body screening. She found one that moved quickly, smartly, and efficiently – until the scanner broke down (as soon as our bags entered its maw). Fortunately, they were able to reboot it fairly quickly, so our delay was minimal.
Sometimes it feels like there is a conspiracy afoot to seek, find, and bring out the Grumpy that dwells in each and every one of us (or at least I’ve got one in residence), and yet I have learned to take most things in stride.
Joy and Grumpy are twins, and both have a home in my soul, but the only one who comes out of her room is the one I decide to feed at any given moment of any given day. The Grumpy eats only when I take myself or my situation so seriously that I choose to feed it with crunchy nuggets of negativity.
Having gotten to the airport with plenty of time for virtually any eventuality, the speed of the lines had no power to disturb me. I could relax, smile, and enjoy the three-ring circus going on all around me.
The key to growing Joy is as easy as choosing to feed her. It isn’t a matter of looking at life through rose-colored glasses, for there is plenty of junk that needs to be identified, dealt with, and cleared away. But thinking ahead, making plans, and doing what we can when we can provides a lot of space in which to move, work, and enjoy life.
What does Joy need to sustain her? Patience, kindness, and a loving attitude. Put those in your pocket, and you may well find yourself smiling with Joy the next time you’re stuck in line in this, our world. Have a great week!
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
Fresh
In the temple of the LORD all are crying, “Glory!”… The LORD shall give his people the blessing of peace. Excerpted, Psalm 29
How are you doing with the new year? Is it still fresh? Is it still new? Are you where you want to be, or at least headed in that direction?
One of the things I like about new things is their freshness. There is nothing like that new car smell. There are no car fresheners or detail shops that can restore that smell, are there?
I like breaking open a box with some new electronic gadget for work or play, and for a moment – a very brief moment to be sure – you get a whiff of that unit’s electronics, protective oils, and possibly even of the Styrofoam packing and cardboard, and all is heavenly.
It is like the scent of a promise made. Wordlessly, the car and the gadget promise speed, power, and performance the likes of which you have not had in a long time. They promise durability and dependability, and I think it is those promises I associate with the smell of brand new things.
Nothing lasts for long, though. New scents grow fainter as different odors take their place in the olfactory panoply of life.
However, I digress. How is your year going? Maybe it hasn’t gone far enough along to evaluate it properly, but does that matter?
Each day deserves to be taken on its own merits. If we take each day as it comes, doing what needs to be done, working out solutions to problems that may baffle us in the beginning, celebrating victories both small and great, we will find ourselves putting together a series of days that we could probably call “successful”.
If we put enough of those kinds of days together, four out of seven, for instance, we could say we have had a positive week.
But even if we have only one day in a week we would call positive, that wouldn’t be a bad thing; that is still better than batting a big fat zero – Goose Egg.
Life is too short to let the little things stink it up. It will never be totally new again for any of us, but each day does start off fresh. If yesterday was bad, we can start off thanking God it is behind us.
Even if we wake up with the same problems we had when we went to bed, we have another set of hours to do something about it. What are the resources you can bring to bear to secure a positive result?
A man went to his therapist and said, “I have no friends.”
His therapist asked him, “What are you doing about it?’
The patient thought a moment and asked, “What can I do about it? I don’t know anybody.”
His therapist made a variety of suggestions: going to church, doing volunteer work, finding a hobby and joining others with similar interests; but the patient rejected each idea. He was more comfortable complaining about his situation than about changing it with action.
It is very easy to let circumstances dictate what we can or cannot do, but ultimately the choice is ours to make. If we want friends, we need to be friendly. If we want jobs, we need to either apply for jobs or prepare to start a business using what skills we have. If we want to make a difference in somebody’s life, we need to be prepared to be there for them.
There are no shortcuts in life; there is only life. We can take it or leave it, but responsibility for the results lies largely in our own hands. How they smell depends largely on what you do with them. I would suggest putting them to use doing pleasant things.
Have a wonderful day and a blessed New Year here in this, our world.
How are you doing with the new year? Is it still fresh? Is it still new? Are you where you want to be, or at least headed in that direction?
One of the things I like about new things is their freshness. There is nothing like that new car smell. There are no car fresheners or detail shops that can restore that smell, are there?
I like breaking open a box with some new electronic gadget for work or play, and for a moment – a very brief moment to be sure – you get a whiff of that unit’s electronics, protective oils, and possibly even of the Styrofoam packing and cardboard, and all is heavenly.
It is like the scent of a promise made. Wordlessly, the car and the gadget promise speed, power, and performance the likes of which you have not had in a long time. They promise durability and dependability, and I think it is those promises I associate with the smell of brand new things.
Nothing lasts for long, though. New scents grow fainter as different odors take their place in the olfactory panoply of life.
However, I digress. How is your year going? Maybe it hasn’t gone far enough along to evaluate it properly, but does that matter?
Each day deserves to be taken on its own merits. If we take each day as it comes, doing what needs to be done, working out solutions to problems that may baffle us in the beginning, celebrating victories both small and great, we will find ourselves putting together a series of days that we could probably call “successful”.
If we put enough of those kinds of days together, four out of seven, for instance, we could say we have had a positive week.
But even if we have only one day in a week we would call positive, that wouldn’t be a bad thing; that is still better than batting a big fat zero – Goose Egg.
Life is too short to let the little things stink it up. It will never be totally new again for any of us, but each day does start off fresh. If yesterday was bad, we can start off thanking God it is behind us.
Even if we wake up with the same problems we had when we went to bed, we have another set of hours to do something about it. What are the resources you can bring to bear to secure a positive result?
A man went to his therapist and said, “I have no friends.”
His therapist asked him, “What are you doing about it?’
The patient thought a moment and asked, “What can I do about it? I don’t know anybody.”
His therapist made a variety of suggestions: going to church, doing volunteer work, finding a hobby and joining others with similar interests; but the patient rejected each idea. He was more comfortable complaining about his situation than about changing it with action.
It is very easy to let circumstances dictate what we can or cannot do, but ultimately the choice is ours to make. If we want friends, we need to be friendly. If we want jobs, we need to either apply for jobs or prepare to start a business using what skills we have. If we want to make a difference in somebody’s life, we need to be prepared to be there for them.
There are no shortcuts in life; there is only life. We can take it or leave it, but responsibility for the results lies largely in our own hands. How they smell depends largely on what you do with them. I would suggest putting them to use doing pleasant things.
Have a wonderful day and a blessed New Year here in this, our world.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Past, Present, and Future
If we are painstaking about this phase of our development, we will be amazed before we are half way through. We are going to know a new freedom and a new happiness. We will not regret the past nor wish to shut the door on it … Bill Wilson
We have reached the end of 2011. What kind of year has it been for you? More importantly, what kind of year do you want 2012 to be?
New Year is a hinge. It is an artificial line drawn in the sands of time dividing what once was from what is yet to be.
That is actually true of every day. For some reason, we find significance in the fact the earth has made it one more time around the sun; planet killing asteroids have swung by for a visit (and missed); citizens have risen up and made their voices heard (as they do from time to time when life becomes too unbearable to sit idly by on the sidelines); and wars are winding down in some places while they’re churning up in yet others.
One wonders, will it ever change? Will there ever be a day we turn on the news and find it has been cancelled because there’s nothing to report – nothing “new under the sun”?
No, each day dawns fresh with hope and promises. Today does not have to be a repeat of yesterday. Today does not have to be a foretaste of what is yet to come. Today is today; nothing less and nothing more. It simply “is” and is to be valued for itself.
When one has had a bad day, week, month, or year, it is tempting to want to shut the door or close the book and forget about it. Why not?
It seems natural to want to capture the joys of life. We capture them on film; we memorialize them in our journals, diaries, blogs, and tweets; in our hearts we hang onto those memories of people we love, things we’ve done, and places we’ve been – hoping against hope they will stay fresh and available for instant recall.
Conversely, when we’ve faced the hardships of life, of mistakes we’ve made, failures in various endeavors and enterprises, or the pain of loss, it seems just as natural to want to shut the door on those events that have injured us, or those people we have hurt or who have harmed us. It seems natural to want to erase those memories, or to consign them to the dustbin of history.
But we really can’t do either, can we? We cannot capture the good, and we cannot truly release the bad. Life happens, and it is imprinted on our souls with indelible ink. We are tattooed for better or for worse, and the only question we face is what we will do with it: cover it up, display it proudly, or deny it happened at all.
Whether one finds that 2011 was a good or bad year for them is not relevant.
What matters is reviewing our thoughts (and the way we think about things), our statements (and whether the things we have said were helpful or hurtful), and our actions (things done and left undone), and then addressing the matters of character that may have contributed to the kind of year we had.
We need to ask questions: In what did we do well? In what did we do poorly? With whom are we in good stead? With whom do we need to repair relations? In what areas have we grown stronger, wiser, or more trustworthy? In what areas have we let down God, neighbor, or self?
Without reflection, there is no significance to our having made this trip around the sun.
Taking time to reflect, we can each make plans for a better tomorrow, and that is a very good thing. Don’t make resolutions; make plans.
For a plan to succeed it must be Specific; it must be Achievable; it must have Value; and it must have and End (so you know whether or not you accomplished it).
Remember, we build today on the foundation that was laid yesterday, but tomorrow is built on the foundation we lay today, so let’s keep an open door on the past and make sure today counts here in this, our world. Amen.
We have reached the end of 2011. What kind of year has it been for you? More importantly, what kind of year do you want 2012 to be?
New Year is a hinge. It is an artificial line drawn in the sands of time dividing what once was from what is yet to be.
That is actually true of every day. For some reason, we find significance in the fact the earth has made it one more time around the sun; planet killing asteroids have swung by for a visit (and missed); citizens have risen up and made their voices heard (as they do from time to time when life becomes too unbearable to sit idly by on the sidelines); and wars are winding down in some places while they’re churning up in yet others.
One wonders, will it ever change? Will there ever be a day we turn on the news and find it has been cancelled because there’s nothing to report – nothing “new under the sun”?
No, each day dawns fresh with hope and promises. Today does not have to be a repeat of yesterday. Today does not have to be a foretaste of what is yet to come. Today is today; nothing less and nothing more. It simply “is” and is to be valued for itself.
When one has had a bad day, week, month, or year, it is tempting to want to shut the door or close the book and forget about it. Why not?
It seems natural to want to capture the joys of life. We capture them on film; we memorialize them in our journals, diaries, blogs, and tweets; in our hearts we hang onto those memories of people we love, things we’ve done, and places we’ve been – hoping against hope they will stay fresh and available for instant recall.
Conversely, when we’ve faced the hardships of life, of mistakes we’ve made, failures in various endeavors and enterprises, or the pain of loss, it seems just as natural to want to shut the door on those events that have injured us, or those people we have hurt or who have harmed us. It seems natural to want to erase those memories, or to consign them to the dustbin of history.
But we really can’t do either, can we? We cannot capture the good, and we cannot truly release the bad. Life happens, and it is imprinted on our souls with indelible ink. We are tattooed for better or for worse, and the only question we face is what we will do with it: cover it up, display it proudly, or deny it happened at all.
Whether one finds that 2011 was a good or bad year for them is not relevant.
What matters is reviewing our thoughts (and the way we think about things), our statements (and whether the things we have said were helpful or hurtful), and our actions (things done and left undone), and then addressing the matters of character that may have contributed to the kind of year we had.
We need to ask questions: In what did we do well? In what did we do poorly? With whom are we in good stead? With whom do we need to repair relations? In what areas have we grown stronger, wiser, or more trustworthy? In what areas have we let down God, neighbor, or self?
Without reflection, there is no significance to our having made this trip around the sun.
Taking time to reflect, we can each make plans for a better tomorrow, and that is a very good thing. Don’t make resolutions; make plans.
For a plan to succeed it must be Specific; it must be Achievable; it must have Value; and it must have and End (so you know whether or not you accomplished it).
Remember, we build today on the foundation that was laid yesterday, but tomorrow is built on the foundation we lay today, so let’s keep an open door on the past and make sure today counts here in this, our world. Amen.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
When Worlds Collide
"Let gratitude be the pillow upon which you kneel to say your nightly prayer. And let faith be the bridge you build to overcome evil and welcome good." Maya Angelou
I went into the bank the other day to make a deposit and, as sometimes happens, an overly-friendly clerk invited me to her desk, saying, “Come over here; I can help you with that.”
She was all smiles and full of good cheer, for which I was mostly not in the mood. I had a lot on my plate for the day and not a lot of time and I knew full well my deposit was not the focus of her agenda. Her goal was to help me discover all the ways I could save money, grow rich, and improve my lot in life by rearranging what can only laughingly be called my “portfolio” at the bank.
Although her efforts cost me about five minutes more than what I would normally have spent, our time together was tolerable, and concluding our business I was able to return to my errands (except I forgot to pick up my suit).
Life is like that, though. We have our plans, the world has theirs, and sometimes they run in parallel, and at other times they collide. Life happens; you tangle up and you tango on; right?
The first Christmas was not much different.
Mary and Joseph were most unremarkable – a typical Jewish couple. They lived in a small back-water town called Nazareth where nothing special was ever said to have happened.
They were engaged to be married, but had not yet tied the knot. Joseph was a handyman; not much of a prize, really, but a decent enough sort of fellow. Mary’s folks were happy with the financial arrangement they had reached for giving her hand in marriage, so all was well. But then … scandal!
Mary got pregnant. She was sent away to visit her relatives, to “help” Elizabeth – her kinswoman – who was also pregnant. She was sent away, but not soon enough. The people of Nazareth delighted in sharing local news and gossip, and news of Mary’s condition would give them things to talk about for decades yet to come – a very merry Christmas gift, indeed.
I am sure that life, as Mary and Joseph received it from God, was very different from what they had dreamed or conceived of for themselves, but they trusted God was at work in all things and through all things, and so they accepted life on life’s terms.
I don’t know if they felt they could actually say “No” to God, but they did choose to say “Yes” anyway, and consented to be the people God asked them to be: mother, father, nurturer, and protector.
As I have gotten older, Christmas has lost some of its sense of magic and wonder.
Life rolls merrily along. Business needs tending; and things need to be done, but I don’t do them as quickly or as efficiently as I once did. I still whistle while I work, but not as often, and not as brightly as I did in the days of yore, but that’s OK.
God did not create us to be quick and efficient workers, but to be visible and tangible signs of God’s presence in the world. There is nothing magical about reaching out to those in need, but there is something godly in it. There is nothing dramatically wondrous about spending time with those who are hurt or lonely, but there is something godly in it.
Christmas, you see, is not a day, a season, or a feeling; it is the surprising presence of God in our midst.
All the trappings of Christmas – the lights, the tinsel, the presents, the carols, the garland, the trees – they aren’t trappings; they’re traps. They divert our eyes and attention from all God calls us to be and to do: to be God-bearers, like Mary and Joseph – carrying God along life’s journey.
So, keep your eyes open to the works of God in the world all around you. God seeks a place to call home, a place within which to lay down his gifts of love, peace, true joy, and happiness. May God find in you a faithful “yes” in this, our world. Keep whistling and have a Merry Christmas!
I went into the bank the other day to make a deposit and, as sometimes happens, an overly-friendly clerk invited me to her desk, saying, “Come over here; I can help you with that.”
She was all smiles and full of good cheer, for which I was mostly not in the mood. I had a lot on my plate for the day and not a lot of time and I knew full well my deposit was not the focus of her agenda. Her goal was to help me discover all the ways I could save money, grow rich, and improve my lot in life by rearranging what can only laughingly be called my “portfolio” at the bank.
Although her efforts cost me about five minutes more than what I would normally have spent, our time together was tolerable, and concluding our business I was able to return to my errands (except I forgot to pick up my suit).
Life is like that, though. We have our plans, the world has theirs, and sometimes they run in parallel, and at other times they collide. Life happens; you tangle up and you tango on; right?
The first Christmas was not much different.
Mary and Joseph were most unremarkable – a typical Jewish couple. They lived in a small back-water town called Nazareth where nothing special was ever said to have happened.
They were engaged to be married, but had not yet tied the knot. Joseph was a handyman; not much of a prize, really, but a decent enough sort of fellow. Mary’s folks were happy with the financial arrangement they had reached for giving her hand in marriage, so all was well. But then … scandal!
Mary got pregnant. She was sent away to visit her relatives, to “help” Elizabeth – her kinswoman – who was also pregnant. She was sent away, but not soon enough. The people of Nazareth delighted in sharing local news and gossip, and news of Mary’s condition would give them things to talk about for decades yet to come – a very merry Christmas gift, indeed.
I am sure that life, as Mary and Joseph received it from God, was very different from what they had dreamed or conceived of for themselves, but they trusted God was at work in all things and through all things, and so they accepted life on life’s terms.
I don’t know if they felt they could actually say “No” to God, but they did choose to say “Yes” anyway, and consented to be the people God asked them to be: mother, father, nurturer, and protector.
As I have gotten older, Christmas has lost some of its sense of magic and wonder.
Life rolls merrily along. Business needs tending; and things need to be done, but I don’t do them as quickly or as efficiently as I once did. I still whistle while I work, but not as often, and not as brightly as I did in the days of yore, but that’s OK.
God did not create us to be quick and efficient workers, but to be visible and tangible signs of God’s presence in the world. There is nothing magical about reaching out to those in need, but there is something godly in it. There is nothing dramatically wondrous about spending time with those who are hurt or lonely, but there is something godly in it.
Christmas, you see, is not a day, a season, or a feeling; it is the surprising presence of God in our midst.
All the trappings of Christmas – the lights, the tinsel, the presents, the carols, the garland, the trees – they aren’t trappings; they’re traps. They divert our eyes and attention from all God calls us to be and to do: to be God-bearers, like Mary and Joseph – carrying God along life’s journey.
So, keep your eyes open to the works of God in the world all around you. God seeks a place to call home, a place within which to lay down his gifts of love, peace, true joy, and happiness. May God find in you a faithful “yes” in this, our world. Keep whistling and have a Merry Christmas!
Saturday, December 17, 2011
The Visitor
My soul magnifies the Lord … my spirit rejoices …for the Mighty One has done great things for me … Magnificat
Imagine, if you will, receiving news that you were going to have the most wonderful visitor one could imagine. Who would it be?
One might initially think of one’s local celebrities and big-wigs: local politicians, television personalities, or business barons. Pondering for a moment longer and turning the words “most wonderful visitor” over in one’s head, one would be tempted to think bigger – perhaps a governor, senator, or presidential hopeful; maybe a favorite actor, author, musician, or entertainer of note.
Keeping in mind this secret visitor will be visiting you in a week or ten days (depending on the speed of your paper delivery or internet connection), what would you do to prepare for their visit?
I know in our home, no matter how clean, neat, and organized we strive to keep it, you would have to stand back as elbows would fly, mops and rags would be applied to every conceivable surface, and clutter would be packed and hauled to a storage unit well off-site.
We would sweat out a menu compared to which every holiday meal we’d ever done would pale; we would bite the bullet, shopping for groceries in the more exclusive outlets, lest our special guest find our family fare too common or boring.
In short, we would strive to “rise” well above our station in life in an effort to meet the expectations of our visitor. All the while, we would be well aware of just how short we would probably fall, and our lives would be filled with more stress and anxiety than we could imagine or (in all likelihood) handle.
I wonder if Christmas doesn’t do that to some of us. I wonder if our expectations are rightly justified – or of there is some better way to approach the season.
I don’t believe there is any greater “visitor” one can receive than the One who delivered Israel from bondage, or who raised Jesus from the dead.
As wonderful as the birth narrative is, I can’t help but wonder if we haven’t put too much time and energy into that part of the story. That’s not to denigrate its importance.
Obviously, it was important enough to put Gabriel to work (the world’s first “Christmas Temp?) getting word out to Elizabeth and Zechariah, and to Mary and Joseph. Perhaps it would help with our holiday preparations to see how those two couples responded to news of their unexpected pregnancies.
First, Zechariah was dumbstruck - literally. He couldn’t say anything, and when his gig was up, he went home. He and Elizabeth did what husbands and wives do, and she became pregnant. They prepared for the birth of their son (John the Baptist); but more importantly, they prepared to help him become the person he would be: Prophet, Judge, and Herald.
Secondly, Mary and Joseph heard the startling news with quite some shock and confusion (not yet being married), and we have every reason to believe they remained chaste in their relationship. They prepared for the birth of their son (Jesus); they did as they were asked by the angel; and they determined to help Jesus become the person he would be: Prophet, Teacher, and Savior of the world.
Almost all of us want Christmas to be special, yet we know it is just another day on the calendar. It is a special birthday, to be sure, as many of us mark and celebrate the birth of one we call “Son of God”.
Still, I wonder if we don’t lose a bit of our humanity as we try to “do” Christmas year after year.
God gave life to a woman who was old, dry, and barren; God placed a life into the care of a girl who was young, inexperienced, and untested. Both women were amazed and both thanked God for what he had done.
Maybe we need to realize that God is doing for us what we cannot ever do for ourselves. God gives light to those who walk in darkness, drink to those who thirst, and life to those who are untested and inexperienced, but willing to say “Yes” when God comes a calling.
Perhaps “yes” is all we really need to do in this, our world. Peace!
Imagine, if you will, receiving news that you were going to have the most wonderful visitor one could imagine. Who would it be?
One might initially think of one’s local celebrities and big-wigs: local politicians, television personalities, or business barons. Pondering for a moment longer and turning the words “most wonderful visitor” over in one’s head, one would be tempted to think bigger – perhaps a governor, senator, or presidential hopeful; maybe a favorite actor, author, musician, or entertainer of note.
Keeping in mind this secret visitor will be visiting you in a week or ten days (depending on the speed of your paper delivery or internet connection), what would you do to prepare for their visit?
I know in our home, no matter how clean, neat, and organized we strive to keep it, you would have to stand back as elbows would fly, mops and rags would be applied to every conceivable surface, and clutter would be packed and hauled to a storage unit well off-site.
We would sweat out a menu compared to which every holiday meal we’d ever done would pale; we would bite the bullet, shopping for groceries in the more exclusive outlets, lest our special guest find our family fare too common or boring.
In short, we would strive to “rise” well above our station in life in an effort to meet the expectations of our visitor. All the while, we would be well aware of just how short we would probably fall, and our lives would be filled with more stress and anxiety than we could imagine or (in all likelihood) handle.
I wonder if Christmas doesn’t do that to some of us. I wonder if our expectations are rightly justified – or of there is some better way to approach the season.
I don’t believe there is any greater “visitor” one can receive than the One who delivered Israel from bondage, or who raised Jesus from the dead.
As wonderful as the birth narrative is, I can’t help but wonder if we haven’t put too much time and energy into that part of the story. That’s not to denigrate its importance.
Obviously, it was important enough to put Gabriel to work (the world’s first “Christmas Temp?) getting word out to Elizabeth and Zechariah, and to Mary and Joseph. Perhaps it would help with our holiday preparations to see how those two couples responded to news of their unexpected pregnancies.
First, Zechariah was dumbstruck - literally. He couldn’t say anything, and when his gig was up, he went home. He and Elizabeth did what husbands and wives do, and she became pregnant. They prepared for the birth of their son (John the Baptist); but more importantly, they prepared to help him become the person he would be: Prophet, Judge, and Herald.
Secondly, Mary and Joseph heard the startling news with quite some shock and confusion (not yet being married), and we have every reason to believe they remained chaste in their relationship. They prepared for the birth of their son (Jesus); they did as they were asked by the angel; and they determined to help Jesus become the person he would be: Prophet, Teacher, and Savior of the world.
Almost all of us want Christmas to be special, yet we know it is just another day on the calendar. It is a special birthday, to be sure, as many of us mark and celebrate the birth of one we call “Son of God”.
Still, I wonder if we don’t lose a bit of our humanity as we try to “do” Christmas year after year.
God gave life to a woman who was old, dry, and barren; God placed a life into the care of a girl who was young, inexperienced, and untested. Both women were amazed and both thanked God for what he had done.
Maybe we need to realize that God is doing for us what we cannot ever do for ourselves. God gives light to those who walk in darkness, drink to those who thirst, and life to those who are untested and inexperienced, but willing to say “Yes” when God comes a calling.
Perhaps “yes” is all we really need to do in this, our world. Peace!
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Don't Quench the Spirit
Do not quench the Spirit … hold fast to what is good (and) abstain from every form of evil. 1st Thessalonians 5
The other day our neighbor came knocking on the door at about 8 pm. Since good news never comes knocking at the door at that hour – not even to sell something fabulous – we were concerned. Questions of “who is it” and “what do they want” and “should we answer the door” flashed through our minds (as did matters of personal safety), but the only way we could solve the puzzle would be to answer the door.
It turned out to be a neighbor coming to ask us to watch his house over the Thanksgiving weekend. He was a bit worried because another residence in the neighborhood had just been burglarized earlier (in broad daylight), and while he and his wife were taking all the precautions they could with lights, locks, timers, and other such what-nots, they were feeling a bit exposed and at risk in leaving for the holiday.
We knew the feeling well. A few years back our family returned home to find it had been ransacked. Fortunately, the culprits were caught red-handed by an alert police officer who happened to be driving by as they were walking out of the house with our daughter’s television. He was suspicious of the activity, stopped to investigate, and ended up giving chase to the fleeing felons and apprehending one of them.
All of our things were recovered, but our feeling of personal security has never fully recovered. We aren’t obsessive about it, but we are more cautious. Even a decade later, I leave the house and wonder what I will find upon returning home.
Worry, of course, is mostly counter-productive. As Jesus reminds us in the Bible, “who can add a minute to life or an inch to their height by worrying?” Science seems to confirm that intuition; excessive worry shortens life, and no amount of worrying will increase one’s stature. In fact, it has quite the opposite effect as people bow down beneath the weight and pressure of the stresses under which they find themselves.
Worry not only “quenches the Spirit,” it is contagious, but it doesn’t have to be that way. We don’t need to allow events to dictate how we respond to the world in which we live. That is easier said than done, I’ll admit. When we’re under pressure or under stress, it is very easy to “let blow” over matters that are, in and of themselves, insignificant.
St. Paul tells us to hold on tight to that which is good, and abstain from that which is evil. Some people don’t like that word (evil); it is prone to being misapplied to people, places, or things one might not like, but I think it is a good word when it is used properly.
See, I think of “evil” as the word “live” spelled backwards. In other words, there are things we do that promote life and joy, and there are things that don’t. The list of things that are evil is, in my opinion, a list of all that is destructive or counterproductive to life.
That list would include things like stealing, lying, or hurting others in word or deed.
For example, I am told the average person tells a lie 87 times each day. What’s the most common lie people tell? “I’m fine.”
Perhaps we lie so often because we have learned that people don’t really want to know how we are; they might have to respond with empathy – a cup of water or dollop of grace – and that’s a burden too many (we find) are unwilling to bear; so we succumb to “evil” and lie to hide our shame and bury our pain.
However, Paul encourages us to hold fast to that which is good. Hold fast to that which gives life, promotes peace, and creates joy. What exactly is that “good” to which we should hold fast?
Letting go; that’s what we should hang on to.
Worries will consume us, but letting go allows one the freedom to be of service to fellow travelers. Letting go allows one to be useful, to stand tall, and to discover the good (and less worrisome) things in this, our world. Embrace the good and be at peace; that’s the word!
The other day our neighbor came knocking on the door at about 8 pm. Since good news never comes knocking at the door at that hour – not even to sell something fabulous – we were concerned. Questions of “who is it” and “what do they want” and “should we answer the door” flashed through our minds (as did matters of personal safety), but the only way we could solve the puzzle would be to answer the door.
It turned out to be a neighbor coming to ask us to watch his house over the Thanksgiving weekend. He was a bit worried because another residence in the neighborhood had just been burglarized earlier (in broad daylight), and while he and his wife were taking all the precautions they could with lights, locks, timers, and other such what-nots, they were feeling a bit exposed and at risk in leaving for the holiday.
We knew the feeling well. A few years back our family returned home to find it had been ransacked. Fortunately, the culprits were caught red-handed by an alert police officer who happened to be driving by as they were walking out of the house with our daughter’s television. He was suspicious of the activity, stopped to investigate, and ended up giving chase to the fleeing felons and apprehending one of them.
All of our things were recovered, but our feeling of personal security has never fully recovered. We aren’t obsessive about it, but we are more cautious. Even a decade later, I leave the house and wonder what I will find upon returning home.
Worry, of course, is mostly counter-productive. As Jesus reminds us in the Bible, “who can add a minute to life or an inch to their height by worrying?” Science seems to confirm that intuition; excessive worry shortens life, and no amount of worrying will increase one’s stature. In fact, it has quite the opposite effect as people bow down beneath the weight and pressure of the stresses under which they find themselves.
Worry not only “quenches the Spirit,” it is contagious, but it doesn’t have to be that way. We don’t need to allow events to dictate how we respond to the world in which we live. That is easier said than done, I’ll admit. When we’re under pressure or under stress, it is very easy to “let blow” over matters that are, in and of themselves, insignificant.
St. Paul tells us to hold on tight to that which is good, and abstain from that which is evil. Some people don’t like that word (evil); it is prone to being misapplied to people, places, or things one might not like, but I think it is a good word when it is used properly.
See, I think of “evil” as the word “live” spelled backwards. In other words, there are things we do that promote life and joy, and there are things that don’t. The list of things that are evil is, in my opinion, a list of all that is destructive or counterproductive to life.
That list would include things like stealing, lying, or hurting others in word or deed.
For example, I am told the average person tells a lie 87 times each day. What’s the most common lie people tell? “I’m fine.”
Perhaps we lie so often because we have learned that people don’t really want to know how we are; they might have to respond with empathy – a cup of water or dollop of grace – and that’s a burden too many (we find) are unwilling to bear; so we succumb to “evil” and lie to hide our shame and bury our pain.
However, Paul encourages us to hold fast to that which is good. Hold fast to that which gives life, promotes peace, and creates joy. What exactly is that “good” to which we should hold fast?
Letting go; that’s what we should hang on to.
Worries will consume us, but letting go allows one the freedom to be of service to fellow travelers. Letting go allows one to be useful, to stand tall, and to discover the good (and less worrisome) things in this, our world. Embrace the good and be at peace; that’s the word!
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
ADVENT
I will listen … for (God) is speaking peace to his faithful people and to those who turn their hearts to him. Psalm 85
I surrender!
Christmas is here. Not the 25th, obviously, but the season.
We had a pleasant weekend following Thanksgiving, so I took the opportunity to hang the outdoor decorations – lights, garland, and wreath – and make the house indoors and out as festive as possible. Living in the Seattle area, one must strike while the iron is hot or, in this case, when the weather is dry.
This is a big change for me, because I hail from a church tradition that identifies the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas as “Advent” (not “Christmas”).
Advent is a season of watching, waiting, and preparing for the promised birth of the savior. It is only four short weeks – one month – which isn’t long time-wise when you consider the nine months Mary was actually pregnant, or the thirteen centuries between God’s promise to Abraham and the delivery in Bethlehem. But …
… waiting is too much for many of us. Many hustled and bustled on the Black Friday weekend, enduring crowds, thugs, and consumers armed with pepper-spray. Many more hit the internet on Cyber Monday, with frenzied fingers flying to seize upon every deal one could find. It’s all madness, you know.
I sit here in my living room, laptop comfortably resting on my lap, and I gaze upon the nativity set sitting upon the fireplace mantle.
The Magi are posed (although they aren’t due until January 6th if we follow the script); the donkey and camel have seemingly stopped for the night, seeking rest and perhaps a bit of hay; the shepherd stands guard over his flock, restless and alert in the eerie silence of the moment; and Mary and Joseph watch over an empty manger, awaiting the fullness of time when the Babe will finally make his appearance.
I find serenity for my soul as I look upon the nativity sitting neatly on the mantle. There is no madness; there is no chaos; there is no rush to find the latest and greatest, nor is there a need to find the perfect gift. Instead, there is peace and tranquility.
It helps that those figures are statues which, by nature, don’t do a lot anyway, but it’s a setting I need to help maintain some semblance of sanity in a world gone wild.
The world screams “Christmas is coming” at the top of its lungs; minstrels are reporting that grandma has gotten run over by reindeer; Frank, Bing, and Perry are doing their crooning best to get us all misty-eyed for the season; and the Biebs has got all the tweeners in North America craving for a piece of whatever he has to give. Is there any word other than “insanity” we can use for the season? I think not.
It has almost gotten me beaten down to a sadder lump of clay than one normally finds me to be; I am weary of this plastic cheery; and the nog has got me in a bog. What am I to do?
“The Lord is speaking Peace to his faithful people and to those who turn their hearts to him.”
The watchword is “Peace.” Peace, as one knows, isn’t the absence of conflict, but the presence of justice.
God did not bring Jesus into the world to dispense chocolates, distribute i-Shackles, or improve the bottom line for the world’s retailers.
No, he came into the world to heal the broken, to restore the shattered, and to put an end to deeds of darkness.
I like to think of Advent as a Time Out called by God so we can pause and get our act together. It is a time to ask: What would our lives look like if we – like the shepherd – kept watch over those we love - faithfully? Or if we – like the magi – were to simply make our way to worship the One who’s only desire is to dwell in our hearts forever?
The trimmings and trappings of Christmas are up at our house, but what I yearn for is to be at peace with the season and with my God. What do YOU yearn for this week?
May we all turn to God, and be at Peace in this, our world!
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