I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Being the answer
I used to pray that God would feed the hungry, or do this or that, but now I pray that he will guide me to do whatever I'm supposed to do, what I can do. I used to pray for answers, but now I'm praying for strength. I used to believe that prayer changes things, but now I know that prayer changes us and we change things.”
In general this seems to be what God hopes for from those who are
awake to the presence.
That what they do with their time, energy, and effort
And yes their money too
Would match up to what they say they with their mouths
That they would live the love of God
Love of self
And love of neighbor
If all those who say they loved God lived out Sacred Love, then
No children would be hungry
And no families homeless
If people let the Spirit roam within their souls
And shape who they are from the inside out
There would be no injustice
If we would let God change us
What a wonderful world
Tuesday, August 30, 2016
All about "me"
“I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance”
― E.E. Cummings
Someone once posited a question
Can we ever do anything that is essentially selfless
There are of course those moments when it is clearly
“all about me”
When I am striving, seeking, grasping
Looking for power, or wealth or, perhaps, affection, romance
But even when I think I am serving others….
Am I really?
Or am I doing it so I will look good, feel good, feel more worthy?
Am I doing it because it will earn me “points” with God?
I think this is one of the big problems with the church
We have moved from being a people for others,
To being people are fundamentally focused on us?
When we reach out
When we welcome people into our midst
When we do so much of what we do, to grow the church
Is it not really, to a great degree, about us?
“Hey look at us! We are growing!
We have young families! We have a new building!
We are the spiritual hot commodity!”
I know we think we are doing it for God,
But I wonder
And I wonder if this is not why we struggle with inclusion
Why we struggle with the poor, the wounded, the addicted, the messed up
Because there is far less satisfaction in staying with the guy who shows up at worship drunk
Then in flaunting the person in successful recovery
Rachel Held Evans has it right in her book, “Searching for Sunday”. She writes: So many “people fit right into church until… the divorce, the diagnosis, the miscarriage, the depression, someone comes out, someone asks a question, an uncomfortable truth is spoken out loud. And what they find is when they bring their pain or their doubt or their uncomfortable truth to church, someone immediately grabs it out of their hands to try to fix it, to try to make it go away. Bible verses are quoted. Assurances are given. Plans with ten steps and measurable results are made. With good intentions tinged with fear, Christians scour their inventory for a cure.
We must cure them, and way too much of the reason is, well
I do believe that we have good hearts (bless our souls)
I do believe we want others to find peace, and joy, and wholeness
I just fear that all too often,
the “me” gets in the way
and we buy into a faith that is about us
and our individual salvation, and our blessing
the “me” gets in the way
and we find it difficult to stick with people whose response to our efforts
is “disappointing” to say the least.
Thanks God for those moments
When we are confident enough in God’s love
To get past ourselves
And make it
“him” or “her”
yes, that person right over there!
Monday, August 29, 2016
The Sun Rises
The sun rises
The day breaks
the chickens emerge, clucking
and the horses hanging longingly over the fence
a new day unfolds
but why doesn't it feel new?
Sometimes the road does indeed
seem to stretch on forever
twisting its dry dusty way
through the rocks and
of an endless desert
to be faced
more tasks to be done
where does it come from
we need to give?
Sometimes it helps
to be plugged into the Infinite
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