Facing challenges

To Boldly Go…

It is interesting to see the way that seemingly unrelated things can create connections or deepen them, adding dimensions and building on the universe of faith. In the midst of the ongoing COVID-19 pandemic, after reading and imagining the Scripture passage often referred to as, or titled, the Good Shepherd, the line, “To boldly go where no man has gone,” from the opening of a show I used to watch in earnest in my younger days, springs forth.

As we continue to learn how to navigate in a world facing so many new challenges alongside the old and unresolved issues, to manage unexpected changes, and endure the multitude of uncertainty, it is difficult to plan for anything yet alone to figure out which voice or voices deserve more than consideration. How is this really any different though, than what Faith, Justice, and Love call us to each and every day, since the beginning of time?  Whether we like it or not, whether we think we are ready for it or not, we are constantly being drawn… ever being asked to venture out, and always being invited to join Jesus and, in faith, “To boldly go where no man, woman, or child has gone before.”

In the Gospel according to John, chapter 10, verses 2-5, Jesus says,

“…But whoever enters through the gate is the shepherd of the sheep. The gatekeeper opens it for him, and the sheep hear his voice, as the shepherd calls his own sheep by name and leads them out.

When he has driven out all his own, he walks ahead of them, and the sheep follow him, because they recognize his voice. But they will not follow a stranger; they will run away from him, because they do not recognize the voice of strangers.”

In this passage, and in the example of Jesus’ life, we see new ways of looking at familiar people, places, and situations. The Pharisees are not the gatekeeper or the gate, and the sheep are not confined or limited to a passive existence. Also, the only ways are ones that go through, not around, over, under, or in between.

“When he has driven out all his own, he walks ahead of them, and the sheep follow him because they recognize his voice.” Again, Jesus, does not describe a situation where the sheep are called, counted, and then left in place. The sheep are called and then “led” and “driven” by the Voice they follow. It is the One that leads to life in exponential ways. The One that leads to life that is eternal.

It is bold because, as seen through the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus, although it is inborn, part of the image in which all is created, it often requires going against the grain.

It is bold because it leads to stretching and creating new patterns and new dimensions while remaining faithful.

It is bold because it is born out of times that carry great challenges, unrest, and uncertainty.

It is bold because it often works against all odds, bringing true benefit to all.

It is bold because it originates, lives, and breathes, as led by the universal voice of God, who is also bold, calling us to be who we are in all circumstances… to be many parts, different but the same, in One body, united in One heart.

In these times of being asked to stay in place, may we approach each day, Lord, with the boldness of heart that reminds us, and all those around us, that we are your people, and You, are our God.   

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Merci…

Over the past week, each morning has brought with it, the singing of birds in the backyard and surrounding areas. Their music, coming in the minutes prior to any alarm clock or sleep timer signifying the need to get going in a “time is running out” kind of way, has been mostly a pleasant way to move from sleep toward movement into the happenings of the day, and the ongoing heaviness of the times in which we live. Listening as the birds sing their tune, gratitude arises.

It is as if, the birds are trying share anticipation and excitement for the day. It is as if they are trying to say, as Maya Angelou wrote so beautifully, “This is a wonderful day. I’ve never seen this one before.” They sing, and sing some more.

While hearing their songs more prominently in the morning, before the air starts to become filled with waves of other sounds along the way, when I listen carefully, I remember that they also sing all throughout the day. When I look more carefully, I can clearly see. Sometimes they fly, sometimes they perch, and other times they soar. Certainly they have their quiet moments too. Then there’s night, when silence comes. Yet, it seems, whatever darkness night may hold, still when morning comes, they sing their praise… trusting that the gift of the day, and the One who has granted it, is far greater than whatever may be in store.

May the God of all peoples, and all creation, inspire a song of thanks and praise at the start of each day.

May the God of mercy and compassion, inspire a song of love and care for, and to, all, throughout each day.

May the God of all peoples, and all creation, inspire a song of thanks and praise at the mid of each day.

May the God of comfort, peace, and strength, inspire a song of faith, hope, and trust at all moments throughout each day.

May the God of all peoples, and all creation, inspire a song of thanks and praise, at the end of each day.

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On the evening of that first day of the week,
when the doors were locked, where the disciples were,
for fear of the Jews,
Jesus came and stood in their midst
and said to them, “Peace be with you.”
When he had said this, he showed them his hands and his side.
The disciples rejoiced when they saw the Lord.
Jesus said to them again, “Peace be with you.
As the Father has sent me, so I send you.”
And when he had said this, he breathed on them and said to them,
“Receive the Holy Spirit.
Whose sins you forgive are forgiven them,
and whose sins you retain are retained.” – John 20:19-23

Easter Rising…

As rays of light penetrate the darkness, so to the love of each. And, through the shine and glow of the heart and soul, we know, our God is with us.

Having been at the foot of the cross, witnessing the crucifixion of Jesus, it seems likely that Mary Magdalene would have been overcome with emotion, confusion, and a sense of loss, to say the least. The circumstances in which she found herself had to be unexpected and vastly different than anything she could have imagined.

Yet, Mary of Magdala, held on. She did not become motionless or stuck in despair. Despite however she may have felt after the death of Jesus, and the magnitude of those feelings, she got up and went to the tomb in the days that followed.

Sometimes, like Mary of Magdala, we have to lift ourselves up, and do something. We have to listen to the Voice within, and “go out.”

Sometimes, we have to put ourselves out there, bearing our souls to each other, listening and sharing, trying something new or in a different way… connecting in ways that show we care, at whatever distance we may be.

Oftentimes, we must overcome doubt and fear, in order to experience the joy of being risen.

Oftentimes, when we lift ourselves, we lift others too.

On this Easter, and always, may the love of God, the sacrifice of Jesus, and the example of many, inspire all toward life everlasting.

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On the first day of the week,
Mary of Magdala came to the tomb early in the morning,
while it was still dark,
and saw the stone removed from the tomb.
So she ran and went to Simon Peter
and to the other disciple whom Jesus loved, and told them,
“They have taken the Lord from the tomb,
and we don’t know where they put him.”
So Peter and the other disciple went out and came to the tomb.
They both ran, but the other disciple ran faster than Peter
and arrived at the tomb first;
he bent down and saw the burial cloths there, but did not go in.
When Simon Peter arrived after him,
he went into the tomb and saw the burial cloths there,
and the cloth that had covered his head,
not with the burial cloths but rolled up in a separate place.
Then the other disciple also went in,
the one who had arrived at the tomb first,
and he saw and believed.
For they did not yet understand the Scripture
that he had to rise from the dead. – John 20:1-9

In the Palm of Our Hands…

Yesterday morning, I was thinking about how up until a few weeks ago, it had been quite some time since I found myself in a position where it was mostly better and necessary for me to stay home than to go out. I found myself remembering days when my children were not in school yet, or days when they were unexpectedly home from school. There was one day in particular that came to mind. I remember it so vividly.

It was a sunny, slightly breezy spring day. I was noticing the color of the sky and feeling the warmth of the sun and the gentle blowing of the wind on my face as I walked along the walkway toward the parking lot where my car was parked. I had just come around the side of a building, and as I did, I saw a familiar face. We exchanged a smile and greeting, and then had a brief conversation.

In the course of sharing how nice it was to start the day, quietly, being where we were, I mentioned feeling frustrated that sometimes, due to the unforeseen and unexpected, I could not be there. Then, I’ll never forget the way, Joe, the older gentleman I was speaking with responded. His words were so comforting and enlightening as he shared the belief that in the sacrifice of Communion to answer the call of motherhood, or any call in the service of others, was in fact, also the reception of Communion. Since that bright and sunny day, not being able to go somewhere I wanted to go or do something I wanted to do has been less frustrating. Now, as I think about my late friend’s words, it is so much easier to open my hands, and let go.

All we ever really hold in the palm of our hands, is our will. And that, is always best when we turn it over to God. Only then, are we truly free. Only then, do we arise.

Jesus advanced a little and fell prostrate in prayer, saying, “My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from me; yet, not as I will, but as you will.” – Matthew 26:39

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Little Things With Great Love

In the garden of our Savior, no flower grows unseen;
His kindness rains like water on every humble seed.
No simple act of mercy escapes His watchful eye —
for there is One who loves me: His hand is over mine.

In the kingdom of the heavens, no suff’ring is unknown;
each tear that falls is holy, each breaking heart a throne.
There is a song of beauty on ev’ry weeping eye —
for there is One who loves me: His heart, it breaks with mine.

Oh, the deeds forgotten; oh, the works unseen,
every drink of water flowing graciously,
every tender mercy, You’re making glorious.
This You have asked us: do little things with great love,
little things with great love.

At the table of our Savior, no mouth will go unfed;
His children in the shadows stream in and raise their heads.
Oh give us ears to hear them and give us eyes that see —
for there is One who loves them: I am His hands and feet.

By Audrey Assad, Isaac Wardell, and Madison Cunningham
© 2017 Porter’s Gate Publishing (BMI) and Hymns From the Porter’s Gate (ASCAP). All rights reserved and administered by Fair Trade Music Publishing c/o essentialmusicpublishing.com.

Wisdom on the road…

Out on a drive, trying to catch some fresh air and see something different, or perhaps even new, I came across a sign like the one below.

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The words seemed so striking, causing me to pause. How poetic, given the times in which we are and the ways in which the world is moving along these days. Although, the world is likely moving just the same as ever. As its occupants, it can seem like the world has stopped, or come to a crawl, because we have needed to slow down, if not halt altogether in some regards.

Moving along… somewhere else, at another juncture, on another “not larger than life” road, a different sign. Same meaning, but seemingly more helpful in times like these.

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A hopeful note. As if to say, “In time, this too shall pass.”

Life often shifts along the road. We find ourselves sometimes needing to let go, and other times needing to wait, or to hold on… but always needing to believe and to persevere with faith, trust, and hope.

Out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord;
Lord, hear my voice!
Let your ears be attentive
to my voice in supplication.
If you, O Lord, mark iniquities,
Lord, who can stand?
But with you is forgiveness,
that you may be revered.
I trust in the Lord;
my soul trusts in his word.
More than sentinels wait for the dawn,
let Israel wait for the Lord.
For with the Lord is kindness
and with him is plenteous redemption;
And he will redeem Israel
from all their iniquities. – Psalm 130:1-8

Lord, as we walk through each day, help us to use our voices in ways that matter, bringing help, and providing love and nurture, wherever we may be heard. Help us to continue calling out to you, trusting that you hear our prayers, in the joyful as well as the difficult and challenging moments, and help us to hear… to listen carefully, with grateful hearts, for your voice and your glory in all things. For this, we pray…

Lord, hear our prayer.

Knit Wit…

Sometimes a tug on a loose string can lead to it separating completely, or staying firm, holding onto the place from whence it came. Other times, pulling on a string can begin the process of unraveling seemingly without end, as if both sides, loose string and the whole to which it belongs, have given up. Either way, some sort of repair is needed when pieces that were designed and knitted to fit together as a whole, become detached.

When there is separation, wherever it may be, both sides are vital to the process of becoming one again. What happens, though, when neither side seems capable of stopping the unraveling before it’s too late? What happens when neither side seems interested in being unified, and the end result is a pile of loose strings, thread, or yarn? … A complete falling apart? Catastrophe?

No, not at all. Despite how it may seem, there is always a way, either already present or coming into place. There is always hope and prayer to be exercised, and to lead forward.

It is the story of humankind. Vision born of faith, makes it clear that even when it seems things cannot be repaired, and when reconciliation seems impossible, there is birth, rebirth, and rebuilding. There is newness to be discovered.

Faith cultivates and beckons for efforts that are honest, just, and our best. Beyond and alongside that, all there is for one to do is to trust and keep doing that which is both possible as well as inspired through the pulse of one’s heart. Remembering that the extraordinary recovery, the unexpected turn around, or simply, a resolution, and peace, often comes at a time, and in a way, that is truly in the best interest of all.

Sometimes it is best to cut the loose string, and other times it is not. Whichever it is, the best thing to do, is to leave the decision in the hands of the One who knits all things well.

Thus says the Lord:
Share your bread with the hungry,
shelter the oppressed and the homeless;
clothe the naked when you see them,
and do not turn your back on your own.
Then your light shall break forth like the dawn,
and your wound shall quickly be healed;
your vindication shall go before you,
and the glory of the Lord shall be your rear guard.
Then you shall call, and the Lord will answer,
you shall cry for help, and he will say: Here I am!
If you remove from your midst
oppression, false accusation and malicious speech;
if you bestow your bread on the hungry
and satisfy the afflicted;
then light shall rise for you in the darkness,
and the gloom shall become for you like midday. – Isaiah 58:7-10

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Coming Together and Falling into Place…

Over the past number of weeks, I have had the opportunity to sit in a passenger seat beside my son as he learns to drive a car. I would be lying if I did not admit to the experience as being more than a little intense, and perhaps a little scary, at times. However, as time has passed and miles driven have accumulated, it has become more enjoyable, feeling more like a privilege as milestones—watching turns become easy, successful navigation of rotaries, crossing busy intersections, traveling roads with higher speed limits, etc.—have been reached. The process and progress seem to be coming together and everything (knowledge, skills, confidence, and belief) falling into place.

Thinking back on the beginning of this journey with my son, it all started, like many things, with overcoming any trepidation and taking a leap of faith. Gaining strength from the desire within—“I want to.” Then, with some support and encouragement, a vision—“I think I can.” Finally, moving into action and proceeding with patience—“I know I can, because I am.”

On the countless roads we travel, sometimes old or familiar, sometimes new, a reminder that while the surface and surroundings may change, underneath, and at the heart of whatever matter it may be, it is really all the same. Walk (or drive), but go by faith.

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By faith Abraham, when called to go to a place he would later receive as his inheritance, obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going. By faith he made his home in the promised land like a stranger in a foreign country; he lived in tents, as did Isaac and Jacob, who were heirs with him of the same promise. For he was looking forward to the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God. And by faith even Sarah, who was past childbearing age, was enabled to bear children because she considered him faithful who had made the promise. And so from this one man, and he as good as dead, came descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and as countless as the sand on the seashore.

All these people were still living by faith when they died. They did not receive the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance, admitting that they were foreigners and strangers on earth. People who say such things show that they are looking for a country of their own. If they had been thinking of the country they had left, they would have had opportunity to return. Instead, they were longing for a better country—a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared a city for them. – Hebrews 11:8-16

 

Rock the Boat…

On a big lake, slouched down at one end of a small canoe-like boat, the joy of my childhood anticipation and enthusiasm at the opportunity for me and one of my sisters to accompany a relative who was going fishing had been rapidly replaced by shaky nerves almost immediately upon embarking from the shore. I was 9 or 10 years old at the time, and although it was so long ago, I vividly remember the experience.

It was early one muggy summer evening and, outside of bugs sporadically buzzing around, there seemed to be no movement in the air. The area around the lake was blanketed in the browns and greens of the many trees that encircled it. The sky seemed as if being slowing drained of its light as the day progressed toward an end. And the lake, when glancing across to the other side, seemed as still as the air.

I could not fathom why the boat was rocking and swaying the way it was when there seemed to be so much at rest around it. I remember feeling like I could not wait to get back to land. My relative was standing and fishing, and my sister was sitting more upright than I. She was searching for any signs of life on and in the water. As she described what she saw over the edge of the boat, I would periodically straighten up enough to get a brief glimpse of what she was talking about before sliding back down into what seemed a safer position.

Then, at one point my sister excitedly said, “Look at that!” To which I reacted, without thought. I sat upright and both of us looked and leaned in the same direction, shifting the weight inside the boat. Luckily the boat did not tip, but the incident did provide a heart racing moment for all of us in the boat, and undoubtedly for the inhabitants of the water in close proximity to it.

As much of a jolt as the experience of almost tipping the boat was, it was also life-altering for the better. The rock and sway of the boat, that had been almost unbearable from the time we had departed from the shore, somehow was not so bothersome any more. And it was as if the fear of being anything other than tucked in or sheltered inside the boat, was tossed out, during those uncertain moments of rapidly rocking back and forth from the sudden shift of weight.

From that point onward, my sister and I both sat upright, together. Taking in, talking, sharing, and discovering the wonder of all that was over the edge of the boat, and all around us.  The time passed and as it began to get darker outside, we returned to the shoreline, made our way back to the car, and eventually home.

My sister and I did not have our own nets, fishing line, rods, and bait, as we sat in the boat, on the lake, fishing that day. However, we had all we needed—we had each other, and we had God. In a time when there are great efforts being made to “Fish for people” (or to evangelize), sometimes, it’s a matter of rocking the boat, in order to wake up and find the fish.

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While the crowd was pressing in on Jesus and listening
to the word of God,
he was standing by the Lake of Gennesaret.
He saw two boats there alongside the lake;
the fishermen had disembarked and were washing their nets.
Getting into one of the boats, the one belonging to Simon,
he asked him to put out a short distance from the shore.
Then he sat down and taught the crowds from the boat.
After he had finished speaking, he said to Simon,
“Put out into deep water and lower your nets for a catch.”
Simon said in reply,
“Master, we have worked hard all night and have caught nothing,
but at your command I will lower the nets.”
When they had done this, they caught a great number of fish
and their nets were tearing.
They signaled to their partners in the other boat
to come to help them.
They came and filled both boats
so that the boats were in danger of sinking.
When Simon Peter saw this, he fell at the knees of Jesus and said,
“Depart from me, Lord, for I am a sinful man.”
For astonishment at the catch of fish they had made seized him
and all those with him,
and likewise James and John, the sons of Zebedee,
who were partners of Simon.
Jesus said to Simon, “Do not be afraid;
from now on you will be catching men.”
When they brought their boats to the shore,
they left everything and followed him. – Luke 5:1-11

Opening Up…

A couple of days ago, the skies opened up, and the rain poured down as periods of thunder and lightning worked their way through the area. While the cloud masses wrestled, trying to push through to the other side, the torrential rain was unrelenting and seemed as if it could go on without end. It drenched everything in its path, washing away loose sediment and cleansing what remained.

Waiting in the car for a break or a slow-down in the rate of precipitation, I watched with apprehension as the thunder and lightning continued, the wind picked up, and a steady overflow of water traveled down the windows. After what seemed like an inordinate amount of time, rain still pouring, I made a dash, through the stream of water across the entire driveway, into the house. I too was now drenched. However, somewhere between the car and the house as the skies remained loud as well as fully opened, and the ground beyond soaked, trepidation gave way to a spirit of courage and excitement as I made my way to the threshold and crossed over it. Once inside, I looked back, amazed at both the way the rain continued to fall and how exhilarating it was to go through the rain and water to get to dry “land.”

There is always a way, even in times when it may seem like the roads are all washed out, or there are no paths to take. Listen, and as Jesus said, “Be opened!” (Mark 7:34)

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Traveling the Terrain…

Yesterday, the snow was falling and the roads were slippery on the ride home. Given the conditions outside, it was natural to slow down, happening almost automatically and without much thought. Proceeding with caution and at a slower rate of travel made it much easier to navigate and to be aware and to respond appropriately to icy spots along the way, even those that were hidden and caked over with snow.

Throughout life and the various paths as we journey, there are the things that we may see as well as the things that seem to come out of nowhere. At times, we can be left questioning, “How did I get here?” “Was this avoidable?” … “Was there something I did or did not do?” So often, one may never know the answers to such questions. Even when we do though, we are still in the place in which we are.

It is written of John the Baptist that he was, “A voice of one crying out in the desert: Prepare the way of the Lord, make straight his paths” (Mark 1:3). Surely, his journey included roads with slippery spots… even in the desert. As human beings, we never really know exactly where the curve in the road, or the tricky terrain, will be until we come upon it. However, perhaps the best way to manage whatever that territory may be is to slow down and to remember that in the dark of night, our eyes with the help of the smallest ray of light are able to seek and find the way. Just the same, when we persevere in faith, strive to be faithful, and trust in the Lord, we are guided to life, even in conditions, and at times, that may seem to be the worst.

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