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Healing and Ash Wednesday

3/3/2022

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Dust you are and to dust you will return. 

Did you hear this on Wednesday? 

Are you aware that you are dust? Skin, bones, flesh began and will return to dust. 

Dust is holy. Life is holy. 

I thought about healing on Wednesday. I thought about all the medical staff who have endured with this pandemic. I have thought about the doctors and nurses who have saved others. 

I am watching a drama about a healer. ,She is a quick and precise with what she does.  She ignores her wounds and moves on to the next thing that needs to be done. (Doing it, of course, with great ease and skill.)

She never feels self-pity or questions the Almighty. She accepts all things with effortless grace. Her faith never wavers.

She represents all who do this kind of healing work.

She keeps coming back when I am alone. She sweeps into my thoughts. She keeps edging her way back into my imagination...my aspirations.

She has been pushed towards death door. She has lost loved ones, has seen rape and torture, and yet she works. Her edges are fraying. And maybe, just maybe, something truer and more lasting is struggling to emerge.

Healing--any healing--is slow work. 

Most healing is done in the dark. 

Hardly anyone else sees, so the applause is minimal. 

But it's the work of the One who has also felt ache and loss, wounding and rejection. 

He knows. And because He knows, He is not afraid to enter my undoing and reweave me, thread by thread.

Ash Wednesday has passed. This was a day to embrace my own finite-ness and receive his infinite fellowship in every shadow. Know that you are his.

 "Lenten light is the light that gets through                                                     what is torn, fractured, frayed, worn. 
 It brings its own kind of joy,                                                                       a stubborn gladness that comes from having learned--
 and learning still--what the Holy One can do with dust."
-Jan Richardson

 He heals the brokenhearted
 and binds up their wounds.
 He determines the number of the stars;
 he gives to all of them their names.
 Great is our Lord, and abundant in power;
 his understanding is beyond measure.
 The Lord lifts up the humble;
 He casts the wicked to the ground.
 
Psalm 147: 3-6 ESV
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Mary Magdalene

3/3/2020

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It is the middle of the week and everyone is in the house because of the Corona Virus. Justin has no schedule except to sit and study. Jordan has soccer practice on Monday and Wednesday. Aidan has study room everyday so he seems to be in the best shape of all of us. My husband went to school for a faculty meeting and I am trying to figure out how to teach online. 

This leaves us with lots of time on our hands. Way, way too much screen time for everyone! It would be so much better if I could just say, "Go play outside!" but this really isn't an option.

One of the good things about all of this time is I can read whenever I want to. I have been reading Faces at the Cross by J. Barrie Shepherd. I am reading this for Lent, which began last week. The book has more than 40 entries that are written in the first person. These are all people who were there during the Crucifixion. The entry I want to share with you is J. Barrie Shepherd's interpretation of what was going through Mary Magadelene's mind during the crucifixion.

The Face of Magdalen

So did we love him wrongly, after all?
Could this grim horror have been prevented?
Might it have never had to happen,
if we, if I, had only figured out the right way
to respond to all the love we found,
and felt and feasted on him. 

His love was unconditional,
always there for me,
even when he might have been provoked,
annoyed or disappointed 
in something I had said or done,
an attitude to others.
Our love -
mine I do know about, for sure - 
our love was always eager to possess. 
We loved him, those of us who got close enough,
just as one might love a thing of beauty,
cherishing its grace and loveliness, needing to reach out and grasp it,
have it be at our disposal, 
ready to be enjoyed at any moment.

He said his love, God's love, 
was just like that, 
was always there for us,
shining on us like the sun,
and would never let us down.
We didn't have to make it ours,
lock it up and throw away the key,
couldn't do that anyway, 
because God's love can not be held, 
can only be received and passed along.

And right then,
when we were with him, 
where he was tell us all this,
we could believe it, at least I could.
Trouble was,
he wasn't always there
and then the doubts began again.

You see, love is such a basic thing,
being loved is so important that,
if you can't be certain sure God loves you
then you just have to love yourself.
You have to watch out all the time
to make sure you don't get hurt.
You have to realize,
accept the fact that everybody else 
is busy loving their own selves.
So you can never fully trust them
because finally, when a life is on the line,
they will want it to be yours, 
rather than theirs.

See what happened to him.
See where his God-love got him in the end.
Do you suppose he still believes in it up there?
Do you think, with all the hurt and hate
He's seen these past few hours,
he still hangs on to what he taught,
and walked and worked at with us
all those weeks and months
that seemed to be leading toward forever
till they ended with a crash?

Now even the two thieves 
are cursing at him in their desperation.
Why must they pick on him?
Didn't they know?
His suffering's as bad as theirs,
and he's done nothing to deserve it.
Just to listen to them argue,
even up there when all is lost 
they can't agree on anything it seems.

What's that?
One of them is defending Jesus,
asking him to bless him in his death?
And jesus is assuring him or paradise,
blessing the legionaries too
as they gamble for his seamless robe.

What love is this?
What wondrous love is this?
Of all the miracles
I've witnessed these past months,
the miracle he brought about in my own life, 
this is the richest, truest of them all.
Even death, this cruel, bloody death,
cannot quench the flow of God's love in this man,
this man I love, and learn to in God by.

His body weakens fast now.
It's getting harder and harder for him to breathe.
And yet the love, God's love in him,
goes on, and on, and on.
It's almost as if that love can never die;
almost as if, beyond the grave, 
God's love in him will still go on,
will still be with me giving strength 
to love the way he did,
even to die the way he dies,
God grant it may be so.

One thing I know, 
whether we loved him wrong or not,
he loved us right.

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Christ loves us in a way we can barely comprehend. He endured the cross for us. I am more and more certain of my own sinfulness as I walk through this life, but Jesus died to change all that. His arms are stretched out toward you. Accept his gift! 
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Broken Pieces

7/3/2018

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​Lately I've been confronted with broken things. A broken door. A broken clock. A broken coffee mug that shattered on the trip from the dishwasher to the cabinet. 
 
The door stiill opens and closes, it only needs a new handle. The mug was a goner, but not an heirloom. But I can't quite escape the feeling that I'm in the vortex of some invisible wind that is swirling wildly around me. And breaking things apart...
 
"Things fall apart," Irish poet Yeats wrote, "the centre cannot hold." I feel his pain, but I challenge his conclusion. I believe the center can hold, and does. The center holds because The Beautiful Son is at the center of everything, holding all things together: "For by Him all things were created, both in the heavens and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities--all things have been created by Him and for Him. And He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together." (Colossians 1:16-17, NASB)
 
Circumstances at the edges are perilous, yes. Things are broken. They crash and fall and shatter. But the center is strong. The center holds. Or better, it is held.
 
The challenge is to celebrate the mending, not mourn the pieces. To be thankful for the repairs, and not lament (at least not for long) the breaking. The challenge is to believe--even before things are put right--that rightness is near and possible...that it will come. Broken things will be mended: one day even our own hearts' cracks and fault lines will be made flawlessly whole again , and stronger for it.
 
Because my God loves broken things. Even me. He redeems broken things! We are mosaics in Christ!
 
"And although you were formerly alienated and hostile in mind, engaged in evil deeds, yet He has now reconciled you in His fleshly body through death, in order to present you before Him holy and blameless and beyond reproach--" (Colossians 1:21-22, NASB)
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The Lord's Supper & Hospitality

7/19/2017

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It was supposed to be a simple meal.  A meal that was to remind everyone of the Passover.  God had saved the Jews and they were to remember it all. They were to remember how death had passed over their doors and did not touch their sons.  Death did not come to them as they followed Moses into the parted waters.  God had taken care of them.  

But this time it was different.  He took the bread and he said, "Take, eat; this is my body." And he took a cup, and when he had given thanks he gave it to them, saying "Drink of it , all of you, for this is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins" (Matthew 26: 26-28).

What were they thinking as they sat around that table?  Did they just take Jesus at his word?  Did they understand the incredible gift of hospitality that had just taken place?

In Luke, we read, "Do this in remembrance of me" (22: 19).  He has transformed and yet kept the essence of the Passover.  God had saved the Jews just as Christ was about to save the world through the power of the cross.  A holy, insistent, pursuing God who continues to invite us to the table to remember.  To. Remember. Him.

The Lord's table is the place where we remember and relish in our relationship with Christ.  We remember his atonement.  We give thanks for our redemption and we look forward to the final feast in the kingdom of heaven.

He restores our dignity.  The marks and marr of life become a palatable clay in God's hands.  He has created a space.  He has opened a space and made room for more of Him.  

"And he took it, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to them" Luke 22:19

He took the bread, gave thanks, and then broke it, giving it to others.  He broke it and then gave it.

There is a breaking and a giving.  In it, there is a miracle that He wants us to repeat.  We are to thank Him for this gift of life. It is often a broken life that we are to share with others.  In the sharing, we are healed, becoming whole.

As we share our shattered places with other broken people, we are nearest to the broken heart of God.

Somehow...the miracle happens in the thanking, the breaking, and the giving.  There is a miracle of communion, oneness, abundance that comes.

The simple elements, the bread and the wine, have become sacred.  They invite us in to more of him.  Enjoy the meal.  Savor it.  Share the bread. Spread the joy of God's invitation to more of Him.  
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Grace - It's not just a mealtime prayer

6/19/2014

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Grace

It's that prayer you say at meals.
It's what you extend to the guy who cut you off in traffic.
It's a name for a daughter.

Grace

It's the arm around your shoulder at the graveside.
It's the soft eyes of your friend's favorite nurse at the cancer ward.
It's the weight of his arms across your waist when you decide it's never good to go to bed angry.

Grace

It's birthday cake with buttercream frosting.
It's the light from the candles.
It's the present you always wanted but never thought to ask.

Grace

It's the so much to your not enough.
It's the shine to your lackluster.
It's the double portion to your humble meal.

Grace

Sandpaper that rubs you wrong
while rubbing you better,
Like how an old dresser becomes art.

Grace

Broken, rusted parts of people
Are made new
,
Like how an antique tractor shines.

Grace

It's not a rule,
Guilt or a formula,
Or rabbit in the hat trickery.

It's not a spreadsheet,
Or a scorecard,
Or abracadabra.

It's not crossing
your fingers in hope
Or wagging your finger in faces.

Grace

The language of angels,
Silent night in the dark sanctuary,
Head under the baptismal waters...

Can you feel it?
It's on you...
This light on your face...

Sword-sharp word of God,
Edge of the wedding gown,
Your reflection in the communion wine.

Grace

A broken hallelujah,
True North when everything has gone South,
God's stubborn love.

It pursues, finds, forgives, and binds
But not with chains.
God's stubborn love.

It's the gift of God's son forfeiting Heaven for you,
Not to condemn the world but to save us all.
God's stubborn love.

Grace

The first breath,
The last breath,
And every breath in between.

The miraculous,
the mundane,
The More.

It's extravagant,
It exceeds,
It avalanches you.

Grace

It's the Gift.
See how it Saves.
Beauty and glory.

Grab it.
Extend it.
Invite the world to....


Grace




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Ash Wednesday and Lent

3/5/2014

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Ash Wednesday. Crosses on the forehead.  These are reminders for us.  We are ash.  It's a reminder from Genesis 3:19, "Dust you are, and unto dust you shall return."

Once again, Ann Voskamp expresses the frustration and fruition of Lent in the shortest summary ever.

"I can't seem to follow through in giving up for Lent. Which makes me want to just give up Lent.  Which makes me question who I am following.  Which may precisely be the point of Lent."

We know what Lent is.  It's preparing the heart for Easter.  It is similar to Jesus being in the desert for 40 days.  It is also similar to the Israelites wandering for 40 years.  We do it so we might come to face to face with our enemy.  We sacrifice so that we might become more like Christ in his sacrifice.  

Lent teaches us how depraved we are.  We are ashes.  We are dust.  We are incapable in the flesh.  I am incapable in the flesh.  I can't keep the law. I need HIM.  

This is a tough journey that leads to joy. You are supposed to give up something.  Forfeit something.  Forfeiting becomes formation. I give up.  I forfeit.  I fast.  I forget.  I fall.  I fail.  I am ash. I am dust. 

Lent.  The word itself comes from Middle English, lente, for the season of spring.  A rebirth.  A new beginning.   Herein lies the beauty.  I am supposed to fail.  The deeper I fall into the pit of my own depravity, the deeper I will drink from the fountain of joy.  

Everything we experience from Ash Wednesday up through Easter is a reminder of how great the Gift really is. Reconciliation for the world here and now.  

Enlightenment, transformation, and salvation are gifts we will experience as we move through this season.  

Can you feel the Gift start to move through you?  Grace and peace filling your space...

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For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith - and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God - not by works, so that no one can boast.
-Ephesians 2:8,9
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The Christmas Story Told by an Angel

12/26/2013

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To say that His birth was opposed is to touch the limits of mortal language.  The mighty one has been hated since the pride of the bright one led many away.  Your world war comes close, but even then, believe me, you have no idea.

We sang that night as we had never sung before.  Those shepherds believed they were the primary audience.  True, they were important — the Mighty One has always favored the lowly.  But there was much going on that night.  The other reason we sang in the fields was to hallow the ground where Rachel would weep over her sons.  There the graves would be dug, the graves for the little boys of Bethlehem. 

Herod’s rage soon stripped dozens of firstborns from the breasts of their mothers.  Those so fresh from heaven, so quickly silenced.  Slaughtered like animals.  So much blood.

The town had no room for Mary, and Herod’s heart had no room for another king.  He would not share his glory.

Although we do not exist in time, there are moments when the affairs of earth are hard to endure.  Even Angels desire vengeance. 

“Vengeance is Mine,” declared the Mighty One.  “Justice is coming.  I need you to sing.”

And so we sang. What the shepherds heard as an anthem the innocents would hear as a lullaby.  We sang as we had never sang before. A song to bring Him safely into the world, a song to guide them safely from it, and a song to help Mary endure it:

Glory to God in the heavenly heights,                             
Fly, fly to the breast of the Father,                                     
This wrong will be righted,     
Jesus is here,                      
Peace to all men and women on earth                               
who please Him.                   
Rest, rest in the arms of the Father,                                  
His fury remembers,                
His love holds you dear.   

Many do not sing of this horror at Christmas.  That is understandable; it was an unspeakable deed.  But I remind you that His birth was opposed.  You have no idea.

(This version of the Christmas Story has been adapted from Touching Wonder: Recapturing the Awe of Christmas by John Blasé)

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The Christmas Story from Joseph's Perspective

12/23/2013

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This story brings out Joseph's humanity...

Do you know who reminds me of me these days?  It’s old Job, the faithful, the sufferer. He lived according to the will of the Almighty, yet all was taken away.  I, also, have lived by the commandments.  No one had forced me; it was my decision.

Before that dream, I had other dreams.  Those dreams were without angels.  They were dreams of Mary and children.

In the days after Mary confirmed what I had been told, I thought of the lines from Job’s drama: “Curse God and die.”  If you do not be lieve there were moments when that invitation was tempting, then you make me out to be something I am not. I am just a man.  A carpenter.

But curse the mighty one? I would not, for I‘d had that dream. A carpenter works with what he can see and feel: a corner angle and the heft of wood.  But here, I was chasing a dream.  The afternoon of my life looked nothing like the morning.

So, on to Bethlehem it was.  We had known the census was coming, but the timing was horrible.  While we were there, Mary had gone into labor.  It was time. In that moment my dreams of always being able to provide for my family were snatched away.  I could not find a decent place for her to deliver this child.  Voices of shame raged against me.  “You are just a carpenter Joseph.  Who are you to accompany the only Son of God?  He is not even your son.  Why are you walking away from all you’ve built just because of a dream?”

“No room.”

“We have no room.”

“Look, son. I see your need.  There is room in my stable and that’s all I can offer.  Take it.  You should have made better plans.”

I am dismayed at how that night is remembered.  It was not a production, a staged affair.  That is blasphemous.  It was a birth.  I was scared.  She was scared.   I had witnessed cattle being born, but never a child.  There were no bright lights, no animals moving on cue, no singing. 

He came as all come, bathed in the lifeblood of His mother.  His conception was divine, but his birth was of the earth. 

The dream I chased had my back against a stable wall, my fiancé asleep in blood-red hay, skittish animals as onlookers, and my hands filled with a son not my own.


Adapted from Touching Wonder: Recapturing the Awe of Christmas by John Blasé.

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Heaven

11/13/2013

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Heaven.  I thought about it as I waited for students to come for their tutorial sessions this afternoon.  It was a combination of the students' faces and the rather large bird's nest nestled in some tree branches that made me think of it. 

I imagine my grandmother as one of the faces of heaven.  I can see her in my mind's eye.  Her bright eyes and lovely smile.  She is covered in light.  For some reason she is offering me something to eat ... her cookies or her famous chicken and rice.

Why don't we talk about heaven more often?  Maybe it's because we are too busy talking about the ills of this world.  The traffic, increasing costs of living, natural disasters, complaints about your job, concerns about family. We should talk about these things, but some time focused upwards, contemplating heaven, could make some of these burdens down here on earth easier to bear. 

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Stay with me for a little while with this.  Feel the November wind, a little chilly.  And then let your soul find the warmer place ...

Heaven.

It came down last week.  Heaven touched earth.  I felt it.  The load I was carrying got lighter.  I felt a little stronger and the weight of life was gone.  I had energy.  I enjoyed interactions with students and colleagues.  I laughed a lot at home with my children.  I was able to love and be loved.  Life was a pleasure.

Then that ugly thing called sin crept in.  I didn't repent immediately.  In fact, I got angry.  I knew I was pushing God away but I did it anyway.

Heaven came down again and touched me.  The weight of sin lifted as I lifted my hands to heaven and expressed myself to God.  It's amazing how much God loves us and pursues us.

Heaven is for real.  I can almost feel its breath on my face as I write these words.  

Upstairs, in heaven, sin will be a memory.  Pain will be gone.  Envy won't exist.  Hurts and worries will be a thing of the past.  Our earthly hearts that have begged to be seen, loved, known will know that our souls have stretched towards toward our forever-inheritance.

I like to imagine putting my hand to the heart of Jesus and feeling the rhythm.  His breath on my back and shoulders.  

I imagine physical things as well.  Laying in a hammock.  Running barefoot in the snow feeling fully alive.  Spinning through fields of Queen Anne's lace.  Swimming in a river of warm, clear water.  Riding on the back of the Lion.  Feeding a giraffe.  Painting my house purple.  Not looking the door.  Walking on water, through sand, and no one complaining about dirty feet in the throne room.
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Every good thing we want is fulfilled in an actual place where our souls' feet stand, in the presence of the King. 

Heaven.

Think about it.  Reach for it.  Know it is real.  Heaven.
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Time Exists in Circles

10/22/2013

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Time exists in circles now.  Busy morning routines, getting children out the door before 8:15 in the morning, 9:00 am classes, lunch rituals of prayer, food, recording thankful moments, collecting children at the end of the work day, preparing meals, smiles and misbehavior around the dinner table with 3 boys, cleaning up after meals, bedtime routines, storytime, prayer, sleep, stillness.  And then I get up and do it all again.  These circles are beginning to spin.  

I am experiencing motion sickness! Does this happen to you?

There is also the dizziness of doctor appointments, errands, homework checks, and trips to the grocery store.

I am spun sick dizzy before 9 in the morning.

And then there is the mundane going into the fridge and getting pomegranate concentrate to add to the pitcher of water.  And then I stir.  I stir and stare at the pitcher of water as it spins.  I am ridiculously concentrating on the concentrate.

I drank the juice this morning and thought about another circling. "Give thanks to the Lord, His Love endures forever."  I can hear Michael W. Smith singing it in my head.

Every thought of the psalm had to be circled, had to be held together, by the only sinew that holds: Give thanks to the Lord, His Love endures forever.

A theologian once said that God teaches us this method of repetition through Scripture with good reason.  The human mind is incurably centrifugal, forever flying off on a tangent.  It needs to be brought back to the great central truths of the gospel, over and over.  Our minds must be made literally to concentrate.

The earth spins, the days circle, so Scripture keeps spinning around the central point because the mind is chronically centrifugal.  In a circling world,  we keep flying off on tangents.

I need to intentionally con-centrate - to circle again and around again on the central thing.  

So none of this ever gets old: giving thanks, giving thanks every day and again, for a thousand things.

This old path never really gets old - its what renews.

Nobody lives Gospel-centered lives, until literally, intentionally con-centrating: circling the mind around and around Christ again.

In the vortex of life, you keep your head above water by literally con-centrating your thinking.

We are only as Christ-centered as our minds our concentric: thoughts circling around Christ - concentrating.

The laundry smells like dirty socks.  The sink is full of dishes again.  

There are tears over some homework not done.

Give thanks to the Lord, His Love endures - without expiry date, without end  - Forever.

All fear is the lie that God's love ends.

Untie that lie.

Untie that strangling lie by circling your life with Truth.  Give thanks to the Lord, His Love endures -

it endures laundry, cancer, students, sleepless nights, debt, despair, broken dreams, brokenness -

His Love Endures Forever

Say it again, like a refrain on repeat.

In the whirling, circling, circle thoughts around gratitude to Christ.

Live concentrically.

Go in circles around the right things. Circle around Christ. Concentrate on Him.  

I wash off the counter, soak up this ring, this life giving juice.  Life tastes better and is lived better when concentrated.

I pull out a pen and begin to write the day's joy


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