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.
Sunday, January 26, 2020
little seeds
“It is quiet, humble, stealth acts that change things.”
Rob
Bell (Velvet Jesus)
“Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small
things with great love.”
St.
Teresa of Calcutta (attributed)
“Accustom yourself continually to make many acts of
love, for they enkindle and melt the
soul.”
St.
Teresa of Avila
“Without love, deeds, even the most brilliant, count as
nothing.”
St.
Therese of Lisieux
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Rob Bell, in his book the Velvet Elvis, talks about the
need to live according to a new script.
The script of servanthood rather than power
The script of generosity rather than greed
A daunting task
But the fact is getting started down this path doesn’t
have to be dramatic.
It doesn’t have to involve going to India,
selling all we have,
doing what we often thing of as “big things”.
Bell writes, “I am learning that the church is at its
best when it is underground, subversive, and counterculture. It is quiet, humble, stealth acts that change
things.”
He tells of a woman who moved into a rough neighborhood,
so that she could tutor children and work with families. As she worked with families she began to
understand how impoverished they were, and she began to put together lists of
things they needed. Things like heat,
underwear, appliances, food. She started
to circulate the lists among her church family until they found people who
could provide for the needs, every one of them.
Bell ends the story with this statement.
“Jesus lives, here’s a toaster!”
In the Advent carol, “People look East”
(which we sang a month ago)
there is a recurring refrain…
Love is on the way
Love the guest,
love the rose,
Love the bird,
Love the star,
love the Lord
is on the way
What I believe is that we are how love arrives
Love is on the way here’s a toaster.
Love is on the way, here’s some firewood.
Here is a casserole
Here is a mattress
Love is on the way, I am here to listen
Love is on the way, I care, I accept, I forgive
When the Spirit is in us, when our hearts are soft
It starts to happen…..
Sharing
Equality
Encouragement
Love
Acceptance
Humility
When the Spirit is in us
When our hearts are soft it is possible
Love begins to be born
Friends, the seed of the sacred
lurks within us,
this little seed of the Spirit
waiting to be born
waiting for us to nourish it
and let it grow,
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