Wednesday, March 25, 2015

God's Love is a Fullness




 How did the Rose
~Hafiz

How
did the rose
ever open its heart
and give to this world all of its beauty?
It felt the encouragement of light against its being
Otherwise, we all remain too
Frightened.


Transformation.  How can we become a light for all ?  Though we see thorns, if we set our sights on love, we can grow beauty, like the rose.

Let us shine the light of love on all things -without question or judgment because  - yes!  through this we are also coaxed to bloom.

God’s love is a fullness that increases when shared. 
~Madeline Van Ert



Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Who Am I?



I would like to begin my devotional thoughts with the words that one should use when properly relating a story. Now, I know that most of you are under the belief that the proper words used to begin telling a story are “Once upon a time…” Now,  if that is your tradition, well, I guess that’s okay and everything, but if you are one of the few of who has ever served in the military… (especially the army, we really love this in the army) you really know that the truly proper way to relate a story, particularly a story relating a personal anecdote, is not to say “Once upon a time”, but rather to use the more appropriate verbiage of “So there I was….” If you really want to add a dramatic effect to your story, you can add the words “knee-deep in” whatever it was that you were knew deep in. With this fine American tradition in mind, I would like to share my personal experiences and devotional with you, my new church family.  

So, there I was, knee deep in working in my full-time counseling internship, running Josh to piano lessons, scout meetings and ski club, and trying to find out what classes Abby is registering for in school next year, and trying to get her to find some other work to do, because you know that Bella trip isn’t going to pay for itself. Then there are the bills that need to be paid, and I think I may have forgotten about a doctor’s appointment for Abby, and I really need to get going on finding letters of recommendation, because I really, really need to find a job as a counselor next year, and I really, really don’t want to leave my home to go somewhere else and start all over again after living in five states… I don’t want to put the kids through that, because I remember how hard it was for me as a kid not to have a place to call home, and please, God, can’t this finally be our home?

So there I was, knee-deep in all of it when Lael sent me this on Facebook instant message. Hi there! We are putting together a lay focused Lenten devotional, and we would love your voice.  Are you interested in writing a short devotion - something that calls you closer to God, or some way that faith gives you strength?  Our Lenten theme is transformation if you find that inspiring!
So there I was, knee deep in everything that was going on in my life, and God, it’s just so busy that…. Can I take a moment to reflect on how God has come into my life, and transformed me and my family? I have so many things to take care of, but God has been so very, very good to me, and has brought so much joy and purpose and hope into my life as I undergo the transformation from recruiter to counselor, from serving my country to serving the kids in my community. 

Who am I that God saw fit to ask me to play an active role in the future of my new church home? Who am I that I’ve been asked to be part of the process to help our church’s young men and women? Who am I?  I don’t know why this is happening to me… I’m just a student trying to start on a new career, trying to take care of my family and make sure that I’m doing right by them… Trying to right by my wife, by my kids, by the clients and students I serve... How is it that all of a sudden I’m beginning to feel important to the world around me? That I’m beginning to see that I’m really making a difference? I can’t be that important. I’m just a guy…
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So there I was, knee-deep in the midst of all of this chaos, when this simple request forced me to quiet my mind and heart, and to be still, if only for a moment,  and to focus on what God wanted from me, and how much He has truly blessed me and given me… 

This was supposed to be a short reflection and I guess, being the grad student that I am, I may be adding on more words than I anticipated. As I write these words, I begin to feel a tinge of guilt, because I know that up until this point I haven’t cited any references in APA format… I kind of think that God is telling me that at this point, that’s okay, because this paper, these words, at this moment in time… These are not for a grade, or a professor, or to prove a point. These words are not meant as a moment of judgment, but as a moment of thanks. So, I guess I should say, thank you, Father, for holding me up through the busy days.  Thank you, Father, for helping me to find a purpose and for trusting me to help others in this troubled world we live in. Thank you for believing in me, even when I sometimes have trouble believing in You, because I’m always so busy. Thank you for giving me this assignment to rediscover all the ways that I am blessed and for rediscovering the wonder of a quiet moment of reflection.

I want to wrap up with a quote that just popped in my head as I wrote these words down. I wish I could say I was more of a biblical scholar, but I’m afraid that’s not the case. Actually, the quote that popped in my head was from, of all places, the 80’s rock group The Cars, and it goes “I guess you’re just what I needed.”  I guess, at this particular time, in the midst of all this busy-ness, that just what I needed was a little push to reflect about how blessed I feel today.  Thank you, God, for helping me realize that, I hope that You won’t judge me too harshly if I don’t properly cite that lyric using APA format. Happy Lent, to all of you. I hope that you too are able to find some time to reflect on how God has blessed your life as well.
~Dan Lindenfeld




Monday, March 23, 2015

Spirit Language



What language shall I borrow?

What language shall I borrow to thank thee, dearest friend,
For this thy dying sorrow, thy pity without end?
O make me thine forever; and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to thee.
-“O Sacred Head Now Wounded,” verse 3

We learn our first language as the first words are spoken to us, and we hear them even before we understand what they mean. Every other language that we learn, then, becomes a borrowed one. 

Shortly before Jesus and his disciples entered Jerusalem to meet the Cross, he gently told them that God would be sending them a Comforter, an Advocate, the Spirit of Truth.  That Spirit would be a teacher – it would teach them all things and bring to their remembrance all that Jesus had said to them. (John 14:26)  

This, then, was going to be a new language.  It would need to be learned, this new language of the Holy Spirit.  They would have to pay attention, to listen closely, to haltingly learn those first words whose language is God language.

The Spirit language breathes in us... 

How shall we learn this new language? 
                  -in the quietness of a listening heart as we pray…
   -in the inspiration of music or word or art…
      -in observing peacemakers and servants…
-in the longing for divine presence…
   -in the stories of saintly people…
      -in letting go of our certainty so that we might learn…
-in learning to love for the sake of the other…

-in falling in love with Jesus all over again because we need to.

Love, joy, peace, mercy, forgiveness, gratitude, friendship: Spirit language

~Martha Hendricks.


Sunday, March 22, 2015

Transformed: stuff



Matthew 9:16-17

No one sews a piece of unshrunk cloth on an old cloak, for the patch pulls away from the cloak, and a worse tear is made. 17 Neither is new wine put into old wineskins; otherwise, the skins burst, and the wine is spilled, and the skins are destroyed; but new wine is put into fresh wineskins, and so both are preserved.



Praise for God’s Surpassing Greatness

Praise the Lord!
Praise God in his sanctuary;
    praise him in his mighty firmament![a]
Praise him for his mighty deeds;
    praise him according to his surpassing greatness!
Praise him with trumpet sound;
    praise him with lute and harp!
Praise him with tambourine and dance;
    praise him with strings and pipe!
Praise him with clanging cymbals;
    praise him with loud clashing cymbals!
Let everything that breathes praise the Lord!
Praise the Lord






Saturday, March 21, 2015

O Love



O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.
O light that foll’west all my way,
I yield my flick’ring torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.
O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.
O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be

Friday, March 20, 2015

A Walk in the Woods



Every day I like to walk in the woods.  Over time, my boots have tramped out a meandering network of trails past the familiar trees and through the tunneled undergrowth of my little piece of wilderness.

When winter sets in and the snow piles up, I find my trails become quite specific.  In fact as the snow deepens, the trail becomes more of a line of individual foot impressions into which I step day after day.
And I have noticed that I am not alone.

Especially after a fresh skim of snow, I see that others use the footprints of my trail as a way to traverse the woods.  Rather than plow a fresh path, woodland denizens place their own feet in the impressions I have left.  Sometimes it is a fox print I find in mine.  Or the long-toed splay of a raccoon.  Hares leap from step to step and even an occasional feral feline minces atop of my plodding steps. 

As we walk the trail of our Lenten journey, I cannot help but draw a comparison to my winter woodland trail. We often look at Lent as time to reflect on our own lives and faith journey, but I wonder if we sometimes forget that others may well be considering stepping where we step.  A faith walk is like a walk in the woods.  Hopefully when others consider what path to choose in life, they will look at the Way we have chosen and decide that trying to be a follower of Christ might be the right path for them as well.

Everywhere we travel, every conversation we hold, every moment we live… we leave a trail.  May our path be beautiful to walk, beautiful to behold and beautiful to God.

Hebrews 13:2   Psalm 119:105  

Thursday, March 19, 2015

How is Your Heart Doing?



“It takes more courage to examine the dark corners of your own soul 
than it does for a soldier to fight on a battlefield.”

How exactly are we supposed to examine the dark corners of our soul when we are so busy? How are we supposed to live the examined life?
I am always a prisoner of hope, but I wonder if we are willing to have the structural conversation necessary about how to do that, how to live like that. Somehow we need a different model of organizing our lives, our societies, our families, our communities.
I want my kids to be dirty, messy, even bored — learning to become human. I want us to have a kind of existence where we can pause, look each other in the eye, touch one another, and inquire together: Here is how my heart is doing? I am taking the time to reflect on my own existence; I am in touch enough with my own heart and soul to know how I fare, and I know how to express the state of my heart.
How is the state of your heart today?
Let us insist on a type of human-to-human connection where when one of us responds by saying, “I am just so busy,” we can follow up by saying, “I know, love. We all are. But I want to know how your heart is doing.”
~Omid Safi