When the children of Israel wandered for so long, God sustained them day by day. Daily there was enough nourishment-in the form of manna*-to get through that day. As I have wandered through the bewilder-ness of life, God has strengthened me by His word. Just enough for that day. This blog is a place to "pass the plate" and share the manna that has sustained my moments. And it's a place to add your insights so we can share the meal together. Bon Appetite. (*literally "what is it?")
Friday, July 10, 2015
Keeping it real
Monday, March 30, 2015
A Hymn of Lament for Good Friday
Monday, December 8, 2014
What's in your closet?
Almighty and most merciful Father, I confess thatI have erred and strayed from your ways like a lost sheep,
I have followed too much the devices and desires of my own heart, I have offended against your holy laws,
I have sinned against you in thought, word, and deed.I have left undone those things which I ought to have done,and I have done those things which I ought not to have done.
I have not loved you with my whole heart;
I have not loved my neighbors as myself.
I am truly sorry and humbly repent. For the sake of your Son Jesus Christ,
spare me as I confess my faults,
restore me, for I am penitent,
have mercy on me and forgive me;
that I may delight in your will, and walk in your ways,
that I may hereafter live a godly, righteous, and sober life,
according to your promises declared unto mankind
in Christ Jesus my Lord;
to the glory of your holy Name. Amen.
Monday, October 6, 2014
Weavings
Thursday, July 3, 2014
Sharpening the Blade
Monday, June 2, 2014
The Power of Invitation Part Two
Friday, May 23, 2014
Leave it
Thursday, May 22, 2014
The wrong question
“Rabbi,” his disciples asked him, “why was this man born blind? Was it because of his own sins or his parents’ sins?” (John 9:2 NLT)
In the ninth chapter of John’s Gospel we find Jesus doing one of the things He does best. Healing. He heals blindness—two kinds of blindness. First and obvious, is the sight he gives to a blind man. But perhaps an even greater miracle happens as he exposes and begins to heal the blinding darkness of stigma woven by the man’s family and community. In that day, illnesses were often attributed to sin. So the question the disciples asked of Jesus was not, “How did this happen?” because they had already figured that out. They knew the cause was sin. They just wanted Jesus to help them ascribe blame to the right party. Their question was, “Who sinned?”
But Christ would have none of it. “You are asking the wrong question,” he responded. He knew the question stemmed from wrong assumptions—presumptions that were based on ignorance and stigma.
In our day we often still ask the wrong questions about how some people find themselves in the situations they are in. How easy it is, for example, to look at those struggling with addictions, homelessness, mental illnesses, and make assumptions of why they are the way they are or how they got into the state they are in. Like the disciples, our assumptions are often based on ignorance or, worse, arrogance.
Perhaps the right question is revealed in Christ's reply to the wrong question: “It was not because of his sins or his parents’ sins,” Jesus answered. “This happened so the power of God could be seen in him." (John 9:3 NLT). Maybe what we should be asking is, "Do I see the power of God in this person?" If not, perhaps I am the one who is blind.
Monday, May 19, 2014
The power of invitation
To us who are longing.
To us who are weary.
Monday, May 12, 2014
Go and Speak Likewise
I think it is safe to believe that what God expects of us He expects of Himself. When He tells us to love our enemies, we can be sure He loves His. When He says to let our "Yes be Yes" and our "No be No," we can be sure His are. So when He tells us what kind of words should come out of our mouths, we can listen for those to come out of His as well. What, then, might we hear?
First, they will be words that edify (build-up, encourage, impart hope, assure). When God speaks we are strengthened, lightened and empowered. So, when we hear in our heads/hearts, or through the mouths of others, words that tear down, discourage, burden, confuse, we can be sure those are not the words of God. We don't have to listen to them or absorb them or trust in them.
Second, God's words to us will be timely, addressing the current situation, today's questions, now-prayers. He is ever-present, giving daily bread and help at the time of need.
And, God's words will impress grace, filling us with both the peace and the power to be assured of His love, goodness, and presence.
Because that's how God speaks, in Ephesians 4:29 we are reminded to go and speak likewise.
Monday, May 5, 2014
In my own words
Psalm 143
1-2: God, I am begging you to hear me and answer me. I know you will answer because of who you are are—faithful, good, mighty, right. I have nothing to bargain with, nothing to offer. So I know your answer will not come as a reward or a payment for services rendered.
3-4: I feel like I have been attacked—ambushed, knocked down, assaulted. I can't see where this is coming from, or the way out. And I am losing all sense of feeling. Like a dead person, I am lifeless and dumb. Fear and hopelessness have rendered me helpless and impotent. I have no strength or wisdom to get out of this.
5-6: But I do remember other times when this happened before. And I recall what you did then. How mighty and kind and gracious you were. That memory gives me the courage to pray now, though weak and needy.
7: I need you to act quickly. I don't think I can hold on much longer. I am so tired and overwhelmed. If you don't act right away, I just can't go on.
8-9: At the beginning of each day, every day, today, speak words of comfort and love and hope, O, Lord. I will look to you for that, and believe you will do it. And, as your words of love give me strength to press on, please show me what to do, where to go, how to act. Each day. Every day. Today. I surrender. Not to that which seeks to conquer me, but to you. I look to you. Pull me out of my vulnerability, out of the open range where I am an easy-shot. Hide me where none can find me or hurt me. Hide me in you.
10: And there, help me learn all I should from this experience Teach me how to think, act and feel like the One in whose image I am made. And when I am restored, release to me the One who will guide me into all truth, that I may walk where I should without slipping or falling or going astray.
11: As I declared at the beginning, I am not asking you to do this as a reward or honor—for I have nothing due to me. I ask you to do this to show off your own kindness and faithfulness, for the honor of your own name. Don't let me die here. Now. Get me out of here, please.
12: As a part of your goodness; don't just save me. Also destroy them. All of them. Those that want to conquer me. So that they don't keep beating me down and keep me from serving you.
Monday, April 28, 2014
Start here
I have a dual personality, it seems. I have a Mary-heart, and a Martha-mind. My heart longs to just be with Jesus, while my mind is hurriedly making lists and plans and agendas and schedules.
My Mary-heart sits quietly, intent on only one thing, like an empty jar waiting be filled with the fullness of the Master. While my Martha-mind blows in, with a notepad full of items to discuss, questions to ask, suggestions to offer. So many things.
Just as Jesus calmed the storm upon the sea, so he speaks peace to the swirl of my Martha-mind. Like a map to a hidden treasure, he says, "start here." Start with the one thing. "Seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness..." then the rest will be cared for. (Matthew 6:33).
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Silent Saturday
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Cross-cultural
And again He said, “To what shall I compare the kingdom of God?" Luke 13:20
I have lived in another country. When I moved I had to learn the rules and the ways of life there. They did things differently than we did in my country. They drove on the other side of the road, shook hands with everyone when they entered the room, and negotiated the price of every purchase. Their 'rules' were not the same as the rules I had always known.
Before I moved to that other place, and after I first arrived in the new land, I was taught how things are done there. I had to be shown the way things worked there. And even after living there for several years I kept learning that there was much I didn't yet understand.
The new ways in my new home didn't come to me naturally, and sometimes seemed very strange. But I would remind myself that this is how they do things here. What I used to do in my old country won't work here. My old approaches are out of place, or just plain wrong.
It seems to me that much of Jesus' teaching, and nearly all of Paul's writings, are trying to help us see that when we came to believe in Christ, we left our old country and now we live in a new country -- or in Bible words, in a new Kingdom. Jesus tells his disciples and the crowds what this new Kingdom is like. He tells us that in this Kingdom not only are children welcome, only those child-like in faith are allowed. He describes that the poor inherit this Kingdom while the rich have a very, very difficult time getting in. He warns us that in this Kingdom the last is first and the least is great.
Paul reminds us that in this new Kingdom we should put away our old currency, it won't buy you anything here. He says that in our old country we used to dress a certain way. But that's not appropriate attire here.
And in all their teachings, Jesus and his followers try to help us learn the new language of this new Kingdom. It includes unfamiliar concepts like, grace, forbearance, atonement -- as well as new meanings for words we did have in our old language -- words like, love, peace, forever.
As we learn our way our new country we begin to feel like we belong. Not because we do things right or have mastered the language, but because we are home.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Claims
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Lost
In the parables that Jesus tells about lostness, he talks about sheep, coins, and sons.
The sheep lost its way.
The son lost his bearings.
But the coin just gets lost.
Some of people are separated not because of inattention, rebellion or ambition.
Sometimes they just get overlooked by others. But never by God.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Hopeless Hills
It is a grave in the side of a hill. The stone is large and heavy. Surely not to keep the dead in, but to keep the living out. The grave cries out, "Over. Gone. Ended. Done." On the inside is death and eternity. On the outside is fear and sorrow.
But in the midst of this hopelessness, Jesus - the resurrection and the life - comes in, and Lazarus - the dead man - comes out.
Behind the stone, in the solitude and sanctuary of the tomb, God was at work. In a place no one could see. In a way no one imagined. He brought life to the dead.
There are tombs in my heart. Places where I have buried my hopeless things and sealed them with hard and heavy stones. Habits I can't change. Relationships I've given up on. Plans I've abandoned. Outside of their graves I grieve their loss and quietly respect their finality.
However, in the cemetery of these graves, could it be that there are some buried places where God is still at work? That behind the stone doors, where no one can see, he is breathing life into dead things? Am I watching in case Jesus comes to stand by one of my hopeless hills? At his bidding, am I willing to move the stone? Do I have the faith that is able see God's glory there?
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Voice Recognition
- Raised in the religious community: "I was circumcised when I was eight days old".
- Part of the most elite and prestigious inner circles: "I am a pure-blooded citizen of Israel and a member of the tribe of Benjamin—a real Hebrew if there ever was one!"
- Learned and educated in the things of God: "I was a member of the Pharisees, who demand the strictest obedience to the Jewish law."
- Serious about doing the right things: "I was so zealous that I harshly persecuted the church. And as for righteousness, I obeyed the law without fault."
Perhaps that is because knowing ABOUT someone, isn't the same as KNOWING someone. I've read lots of biographies, but I would never know the sound of the person's voice until I had actually met them. In the same way, studying the words of God helps me know about God, but it is in knowing Jesus, the Word of God made flesh, that I really come to know God and am able to recognize His voice.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
From the inside out
Despite what I know to be true, I often think of God as being out there somewhere. Although I know better, I tend to act as though God is watching over me "at a distance." This mindset is particularly evident when I am feeling vulnerable and afraid. I cry out to God as though he is on a far away planet and I need to implore him to make the trip to enter my world and protect me from the things that press in from nearby.
But God is here. "God himself is IN Jerusalem's towers." God himself (not his emissary or underling, but he, himself) is in the place where his people live. He doesn't come from somewhere else to be there for me. He is in here. Inside my world, inside my life, inside me. And it is from the inside out that he defends and protects me.