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KEEP YOUR HEAD

KEEP YOUR HEAD

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This month, in 1793, the woman christened Maria Antonia Josephina Johanna, known by her family and friends simply as Antonia, and known by the world as Marie Antoinette, was beheaded in France for crimes against the state. 

During her short trial she was accused of (among other things) taking money from the French treasury and sending it to her home country of Austria, of orchestrating murder, of hosting orgiastic sexual parties at Versailles, and of incest with her own son.  Even at the time most people did not believe many of these accusations and she replied in defense to none, except the accusation of incest: she passionately asked how any mother could accept this accusation without crying out, and it is said that she, at that moment, gained the sympathy of those women in the court.

But it was too late for her, the damage had been done.  And this woman, just shy of 38-years-old, was already labeled, judged, and condemned…before the trial began.  Those in authority simply didn’t like her and one stray tidbit of gossip from the court led to an elaboration, which led to a larger story, and so on and so on.  Even today most people, when hearing her name, assume that the quote, “Let them eat cake.” (supposedly her response when told the people had no bread) is fact, when there is no actual corroboration.

Marie Antoinette and her husband, King Louis XVI,  were (to say the least) disconnected from those they were bound to serve and rule – but such was the world at that time, and the same could be said for some monarchs then, and some governments now.

The actual records, letters, and notes from those who surrounded the Queen at the time of the revolution, paint a picture of her.  She seemed to be a young, frivolous, and extremely kind wife who refused to leave her husband, even when it was safe to do so and evacuation plans had been made.  They tell of a woman who, in the face of vicious attacks upon her very moral fiber, refused to stay hidden but continued what limited “royal contact” she had with the people –  like public mass on Sundays and walking through the streets of the markets with her children.

Her children, it is said, were her primary concern.  She was the first Queen of France on record to have personally supervised and taught her own children.  As much as has been said and painted about her lavish lifestyle, hair, jewels and clothes, she downsized the “costume of the court” so much so that the courtiers themselves rebelled at having to dress so “simply”.

She was a woman who seems to have stayed true to herself.  Her last words were “Pardonnez-moi, monsieur, je ne l’ai pas fait exprès.”(“I’m sorry sir, I didn’t mean to do that.”) spoken when she accidentally stepped on the foot of the executioner before placing her head in the guillotine.

Except for the knowledge she was a firm Catholic to the end, I have no insight into her principles of “Belief & Following” Jesus.  However, to see her remain upright while insults, stories, and lies of all kinds were thrown at her face, is to see a thing of gracious breeding & beauty.

The natural, or I should say the world’s, tendency is to defend every slap and verbal punch made in our direction.  Christians, in particular, seem to have forgotten what Jesus said about, “turning the other cheek” (which doesn’t have to do with physical injury, but injury of reputation) and “letting it go.”  No, on the contrary, many people who label themselves “Christian” enjoy letting everyone know how and who hurt and offended them.  

JESUS stood in the face of lies and false testimony and remained silent: His presence alone was the answer his “judges” needed to see.  He didn’t argue, He simply stood, He stated who He was, verbally AND silently, and let it go at that.

It is every Follower & Believer’s goal, I believe, to act and behave according to who they ARE and not according to how they are treated.  This world needs those who are consistent in their integral behavior, in their goodness, and NOT those who spend their time in offensive attacks back to their attacker, or the constant arguing about how much better people they are than everyone else. We stand, as the scripture says, like trees rooted deep by the water, we may bend, but we don’t break.  We hopefully use kind words to turn away anger, at least that’s the goal.

We love others because that’s who we are supposed to be: the ones who love.  We don’t love our enemies (or friends) because they love us back.  We tell the truth because the Truth is in us, and not just because the truth happens to make us look good…because many times it doesn’t.  We lift each other up, not because we hope to be lifted up by others, but because we already have been lifted up by our Father in Heaven.

I’m sure that Marie Antoinette had some good training to help her survive and keep her head (pardon the pun) during the difficult times.  But we know that breeding and training only go so far, it is the Breath of God, surging through our spiritual lungs that gives us the power to be who we are not by our own strength.

In the face of shallow praise and heartless insult, stand, a Restored and loved Child of the One True God, and thus show the world what faith is.

 


TEMPTED

TEMPTED

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“I’m tempted…”. 

Should I eat an entire bag of FRITOS at 11:00pm?
Should I lie to get out of something I don’t want to do?
Or, more timely – should I comment on the hurtful, and easily disproven, statement made by a person who labels themselves as “Christian”, on Social Media?
(The answer for all the above – for me, at least – is “No.”)

I don’t really mean to make light of temptation, it can determine the way a person lives…there are some temptations for all of us that seem insurmountable and there are some people for which temptation, and fighting against it, takes over their entire life and being.

“Temptation” noun, a desire to do something, especially something wrong or unwise
(Oxford Dictionary)

 If it’s “wrong or unwise” why would we want to do it?  For me there are several things that come into play, maybe these are true for you also:

  • At the moment I’m thinking of “the moment” and not the long-term effects
  • I can easily “grade” the temptation and accept that which is seemingly LESS wrong (for instance, as strange as it may seem, I’m not often tempted to murder…but AM often tempted to sit instead of exercise…or find an excuse to NOT do something I should)
  • The enticement of the act appears beautiful and easy (I’m not often attracted to, or enticed to, something that is difficult, stressful, ugly or distasteful)

All of those things are things that I KNOW in my mind…Momentary pleasure isn’t the BEST pleasure, wrong and unwise is still wrong and unwise at ANY LEVEL…especially if temptation turns to something that separates me from, or offends God.

Spiritually, what can we be sure of, when it comes to temptation?

  • Everyone is Tempted, and it’s not sin, in itself. Although we may feel guilty about our temptations, the amount of temptation or the constancy…temptation itself is not a sin, everyone (including Jesus…MATT 4:1) is tempted and shouldn’t feel guilty about it
  • We are tempted when we are drawn from God’s desires by our own Sure, some things hit us out of the blue, but other times we adjust our vision to see what WE want over WHAT GOD WANTS, which is always better for us and our happiness. (JAMES 1:14)
  • God does not tempt us, but He may “test” us. (JAMES 1:13) “Why would God lead me here?” is a question that is sometimes asked…and what about Jesus’ own temptation when the scripture says He was “led by the Spirit” to the wilderness to be tempted.  Temptation is sometimes used to “test our mettle” as it was with Jesus, but even Jesus teaches us to pray that we don’t get tested. (MATTHEW 6:13)
  • We are never TRAPPED by temptation…though it may seem so. (1 CORINTHIANS 10:13) We are promised that we are not alone in our temptations, no matter what they are, and that our Father will never allow us to be tempted beyond what we are able to bear (SIDE NOTE: this scripture is often misquoted as saying that a person will never receive “more TROUBLE than they can handle”…which is NOT what the scripture – or experience, for that matter – teaches us. This scripture specifically says that we will not be TEMPTED more than we can take).
  • Just say, “no” (JAMES 4:7) There’s an easy answer to temptation…it’s the word, “no”.  You can say this word to yourself AND to the Tempter (yes, there IS an actual person behind your temptations)

The positive side of TEMPTATION is that perseverance and denial leads to strength, integrity and peace.  And the old adage (which I’m certain is in the Bible somewhere, in some form) “If it looks too good to be true, it probably is.” is right and true.  Never let your God-given common sense take a back seat to your desire…all desire, and all self-desire isn’t bad, but the more you align yourself to God (“Draw close to Me, and I will draw close to You.” JAMES 4:8) the more you will be able to observe life from a clear perspective…the more you want to be comfortable quickly, the more resistant you will be to God and the more susceptible you will be to temptation.

Remember: when you ARE doing God’s will…you WILL be tempted.  That’s a good sign that someone doesn’t want you on the right track…one of my favorite quotes is

“The will of God will never take you to where the grace of God will not protect you.  To gain that which is worth having, it may be necessary to lose everything else.”  – Bernadette Devlin

Be watchful, be careful, be strong…be well.


BODY PARTS

BODY PARTS

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Several weeks ago I experienced, once again, a problem with my lower back.  I’ve had minor lower back problems since I was 25-years-old and there seems to be no logical reason for the sudden feeling that several vertebrae are shifting out of their usual place.  So, despite exercise and careful planning – so that I’m not sitting at my computer for too long a time each day without a “walk-about” break – I will suddenly be a little less, physically, than usual.

In the scheme of life this is a minor, very minor, thing to experience.  And many of you suffer much more than this.  For me, it is, after all, not my hands.  I use my hands every day to do all sorts of work.  It’s not my voice, which makes me money, or my legs which carry me about.  In the scope of my physical body, the place that hurts and cripples me is a small area, not even as large as my fist.

However, I am stunned at the realization that even that small place, when “out of place” affects absolutely every part of my body and part of my life.  I find myself “re-thinking” about that walk down the hall, or getting in and out of chairs.  How long will I have to sit?  Will I be able to get up, if I fall down?  How much sleep will I lose because I can’t find a comfortable position?  If I lose that much sleep, will I be able to do everything I need to do tomorrow?  How much ibuprofen can I take without jeopardizing my kidneys or what-not?  I’ll bet that many of us have had ALL and more of these kind of thoughts. 

And have you noticed how even the smallest discomfort, pain, or brokenness affects the rest of the body?

And here is the lesson: In this “body” of this community of faith, there are many people with many different gifts to offer.  There are many ways that each of us fit into the “brickwork” of this Body of Christ…some are obvious and some are not…and no one is unimportant or less connected than another.  AND, like our physical bodies, if the “toe hurts”, the arm may not feel the pain, but the arm will be affected by what the toe cannot do.  When one of us hurts, we all are affected, whether we feel it or not. 

Once again, one cannot be a believer and follower of Jesus in the abstract.  Faith is a community eventour BELIEF is nothing without ACTION.  ACTION is played out as we love each other as Jesus loves us:  totally, sacrificially, and sometimes unrequitedly.

Why do we take the time and trouble to ask for and publish prayer requests?  First, because prayer works.  Secondly, because we care.  Thirdly, and most selfishly…because YOUR pain affects ME and all of us.

John Donne, another one of my favorite writers; the poet-priest who lived in a time when the church bell tolled three times at the death of a villager, wrote this God-inspired and familiar collection of lines:

 No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.

And, the Apostle Paul (another one of my favorite writers) said:

Just as a body, though one, has many parts, but all its many parts form one body, so it is with Christ.  For we were all baptized by one Spirit so as to form one body—whether Jews or Gentiles, slave or free—and we were all given the one Spirit to drink.  Even so the body is not made up of one part but of many. Now if the foot should say, “Because I am not a hand, I do not belong to the body,” it would not for that reason stop being part of the body.  And if the ear should say, “Because I am not an eye, I do not belong to the body,” it would not for that reason stop being part of the body.  If the whole body were an eye, where would the sense of hearing be? If the whole body were an ear, where would the sense of smell be?  But in fact God has placed the parts in the body, every one of them, just as he wanted them to be.  If they were all one part, where would the body be?  As it is, there are many parts, but one body.
I CORINTHIANS 12: 12-20


FRAMES

FRAMES

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When my parents passed away I, and some family and friends, worked about 12-hours each day cleaning my Mom & Dad’s rented house, going through each and every paper, photo and stored box, setting up card tables and setting out most of our family’s memories (in the form of furniture, dishes, paintings, knick-knacks, books, records, Christmas decorations…etc.) on tables and every flat surface of the house – to sell to friends and strangers at an Estate Sale happening this weekend.  It has been a process not unique to me but shared by many.  Those of us who have dealt with it find it emotionally and physically draining, sad, challenging to our creativity and a little fun…all at the same time. 

Photos.  In this new world of digital photos stored in a “a cloud”, it is overwhelming to go through the thousands of “hard-copy” photos kept for generations and decide, ”What should I keep?  Which ones DON’T I have?  What will mean something to MY children?” “They’re only photos…is it worth the trouble and money to keep them?”

My “standard”, therefore, was:

  1. If the photo doesn’t have a PERSON in it I’m not keeping it. (Sorry, Mom, all those photos from the thousands upon thousands of road trips to historic markers around the country are now “dust in the wind”)
  2. If I already have a copy, the photo is toast.
  3. If I don’t know who the people are and Mom didn’t write their names on the back, they’re gone.
  4. If I know who the people in the photos are, but don’t care…they’re trashed.
  5. If they are embarrassing photos of me, they are treated as if they never existed. (Editing history is a wonderful thing.)

Of course, according to Ann (the kind, caring and well-trained woman from Mom & Dad’s church who is graciously taking the helm of this Estate Sale) “almost everything is worth something to someone”.  So I found myself in the strange, ironic and “sermon-illustrative” position of removing photos from frames and preserving the frames for sale, eliminating the photos or keeping (according to the above-mentioned criteria) – BECAUSE, As important as our images are…they are, many times, worth nothing to anyone but us.  The frames that surround us can be traded, bought and sold.

Yesterday, as I ran across some of these photos, I thought about the fact that I couldn’t sell the photos that meant so much to me; that carried thoughts and deep memories and in some cases all I have left of a life that lived and walked next to me.  But the frames, THEY were worth something to someone else, and would frame other photos and other memories – people would purchase those.

Lessons from the frames:

  1. A person who would choose “your photo” over your FRAME is a friend worth your investment…because
  2. …for many people, it is not your essence (photo) they are attracted to, it is your FRAME: your trappings, your accumulations, your “setting”…without your FRAME, some people may not even recognize your photo…those are people you can do without.
  3. The FRAME is a paradigm through which people see “our photos”; the REAL us.  Different people/paradigms, different frames. Though I am the same person, I am not seen the same way by all the people that know me – and none of THEM know me completely – only my Heavenly Father knows me completely, “trans-frame”.  And as much as we strive to know our Heavenly Father, we only know Him through our own frames, carved, created and defined by our limited life experience…others have a different perspective according to the frames THEY’VE made…even though God is the same God then, now, and forever.

It is an arrogant and misinformed assumption to believe that someone else would see God through the SAME “FRAME” as we would see Him.  It is also arrogant and misinformed to believe that person is wrong if they don’t see God the same way we do…when it could be that God is the same, but their “frame of reference” is different.”

It is our job to learn from others, seek God in all places, look to the Sacred Scripture for reference, and trust The Spirit to “lead us into all Truth.”

In the end, I thank my Heavenly Father that I grew up in a place where I had wonderful parents, friends and family to surround and teach me; people who helped create my “FRAME”.  Life moves forward, one FRAME is exchanged for another and that is a good thing.  One day ALL FRAMES will be removed, and only our image/essence and God’s image/essence will live; paradigms will shift once and for all, pretense will end and Truth will be the Word of the day.

“For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. And now abideth faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.” I CORINTHIANS 13:12-13


BATHROOM MONSTERS

BATHROOM MONSTERS

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Every-once-in-a-morning I wake up to face a “Bathroom Monster” that may or may not have crawled up from the depths of my home to scare me in the shower.  This morning a big, brown centipede! 

For some reason, probably the time of year, these “monsters” only invade my bathroom.  The term “Bathroom Monsters” is one that one of my tenants in my Brown-Delaware house (which, as an 1890 Victorian, has its share of creepy-crawlies), used to describe them.

In the morning, especially since the eyes aren’t what they used to be, I’m not at my best and my brain is still asleep.  My muscles and bones are just warming up.  So I like the first place I go to, from my bed, to be a place of comfort, warmth and security.  But I carefully open the shower door and look.  Today it was the centipede.  It seemed, at first, to be about 4 feet in length but as I looked closely I realized it was just about 3 inches long.  Of course, once I started swatting at it with the toilet brush it put all those feet to use and tried to escape fast enough to make me jump.  Then I was really after it…because the only thing worse than the Bathroom Monsters you can see are the ones that you CAN’T see.  Once the beast was totally, and completely, annihilated and spread in pieces from my zeal of destruction, I said to myself: this has GOT to be some kind of lesson for my BLOG.

And here it is. 

FEARS: many of our fears (or maybe I should just speak for myself) are either: blown out of proportion by our own active imaginations, things that haven’t happened, OR things out of our control.

God’s words and actions are very clear to us: “worry” is a killer, and there are many, many things that we need not waste our time worrying about.  “Worry” seems to be “imagination out of control.”  We will play over scenarios that haven’t happened yet, and may never happen.  We “imagine” the worst, in every scenario.

We also worry about events out of our control.  There are things that others have control over, AND EVERTHING is in God’s control.  Even the worst that could happen to us is temporary at best, and many of the fears we have are unfounded.

Thinking on today – here is an event that is well within my control.  After all, this is MY bathroom, and I’m more scary to the largest spider and creepiest-looking earwig than they are to me.  (Yes I have cats that SHOULD be taking care of these issues, but they are actually more gifted at laying in the sun and curling up on the couch…They observe, but do not catch insects.)

Today’s metaphor is a bit ridiculous, but still, how much time do we all spend “fearing” or “worrying” about things that I have power over; or even things that we DO have power over?  I’m convinced that one of the first things we will say to each other, as we stroll through one of the many beautiful parks in the Age-To-Come, is “Can you believe how much time we spent worrying?”

 It is said there are 365 “Fear Nots” in the Bible.  That’s a nice thought, there are actually more “Fear Nots” than that from Genesis to Revelation – in many contexts.  God does not want us to fear anything but Him…and THAT fear is the “healthy fear” of knowing we are dealing with a destructive-but-good power way beyond ourselves.  And our God has the power to stand with us and help us conquer any REAL obstacles we fear.

“The Lord is my light and my salvation, whom then shall I fear?” PSALM 27

“Even though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death,
I will fear no evil…”
PSALM 23

 “With humans it is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”
MATTHEW 19
 

“I am the Lord your God, who takes ahold of your right hand and says to you, ‘
Do not fear, I will help you’.”
ISAIAH 41

 “For I am convinced that NOTHING can separate me
from the love of God which is in Jesus Christ our Lord.”
ROMANS 8

…and another quote, not from the Bible, but from one of my favorite Presidents: because of God’s love and care for us…”we have nothing to fear, but fear itself.”

So go forth and CONQUER your own “Bathroom Monsters” – or REAL fear and worry, for that matter, through the strength and peace that comes from your Heavenly Father!

 


WOLFGANG AMADEUS

WOLFGANG AMADEUS

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One of my favorite plays and films is AMADEUS.  It has been one of my favorites since I first saw the film in the theatre, in 1984.  In college I performed in a 2-person opera, with original translated text from PUSHKIN’s poem about the young composer (played by me) and the older Salieri…the Russian poem, set to music by Russian composer, Rimsky-Korsakov.  (In March 2021 I’ll be playing the role of “SALIERI” in the ALLEY THEATRE production of the play – that’s right, I’m not a young “Mozart” any more). 

This Pushkin poem first introduced the idea that Antonio Salieri poisoned Wolfgang Mozart out of jealousy…it is a fantastical, though probably altogether fictional, idea. In the opera, the two singers never sing TOGETHER throughout the entire score.  This idea was taken up by playwright, ‎Peter Shaffer, and later turned into a film.

It is remarkable to think about Mozart’s genius mind:  operas, symphonies, sonatas and more…all written and orchestrated by him since the time he was the age that I started playing the piano: age 5.  The movie is a fictional account of a segment of his life, but there are several “nods” to reality in some truly extraordinary ways.

Wolfgang did indeed write every note of every instrument in his head, FIRST.  Once edited and revised in his head, then he would take the pen and write it on the paper.  There are not many scores, if any, that show changes or edits.  Once, the night before one of his operas was to have its premiere, the concert master (first-chair violinist) frantically rushed to Mozart’s home and informed him that there was no Overture in the orchestra parts, Mozart had written the entire 2.5-hour opera but no Overture for the orchestra to play.  Mozart calmly gave him a glass of wine, asked him to make himself comfortable and then proceeded to write out the Overture, one part at a time, from memory, while carrying on a conversation with the concert master.  He didn’t even waste time writing out the entire score until much later, since he himself was conducting.  Once, to make a deadline, he wrote out parts (not copied from the score, but written from memory) all night while his wife kept him awake by singing German folks songs!

The man was a gift from God, and if it weren’t enough that his genius was astounding, the music produced from his genius was and is absolutely beautiful; a gift to every ear, educated or not.

Although the storyline, which includes the composer Antonio Salieri (a contemporary of Mozart and, in reality, a friend and colleague), as an antagonist whose supposed jealousy causes him to poison Mozart (at least that fiction is inferred).  But, in the script, Salieri has a valid question regarding his own talents, which he views as gifts from God, and Mozart’s greater talents.

His question is: Why do You (God) choose such a profane, rude and crass vessel (Mozart) for such incredible gifts…especially when I (Salieri) have given you my heart and soul and have not received the same?

The real Salieri may have indeed wondered about this and asked God.  Salieri was the most popular composer of the era and place, when the young Mozart stepped onto the concert scene, and although Wolfgang probably wasn’t even half so much as crass as the character in the movie, he was, by all historic accounts, a “free spirit” who did not view the rules as applying to him.  And again one asks the question: Why does God choose to speak through seemingly unholy instruments?  OR why does God choose whom He chooses…for anything?

It is not inappropriate to ask, David asks it all the time in the Psalms.  I don’t think God is offended by our questions of why “good things happen to bad people” or why the gifts of that which is good, beautiful and true in art, are given to those whom we feel are undeserving.   However, there IS an issue when WE believe it’s fine to judge who is worthy of God’s grace and gifts, ourselves.

FIRST – we are NOT God.  Choosing who to bless and who to use is HIS prerogative, NOT ours.

SECOND – We don’t have all of the information.  We cannot see people’s hearts, we cannot know what they are capable of in the future, any more than we know what WE are capable of…we cannot see as God can see.

THIRD – The moment we usurp God’s role (by judging who is worthy and who is not) we place ourselves in the place where God should be.  We cease being FOLLOWERS…and there is a difference between BELIEVING (which even Satan does) and FOLLOWING (which one can’t do, if they continually place themselves in front of the One they are supposed to be following)

FOURTH – the assumption that someone else is being “blessed” or “gifted” when they are seemingly unworthy, while we stand un-thanked, unheeded and unnoticed once again is an example of our impatience in thinking that the story is over.  In the end (or beginning, as I see it) all truth, all blessings, all rewards will come to those who have, in God’s eyes, earned them…until then we are still in the middle of the story.

Holiness and purity are not always necessary to communication of beauty, truth, and goodness.  After all, some of the most Godly and beautiful creations and art have come from some truly ungodly and pagan individuals, while some of the mostGodly” are not always the most talented…what’s THAT about? And what does that teach us about God?

In scripture AND in life.  God gives, and gives, and gives…not to some…but to all.

MATTHEW 5:43-48 “You have heard that it was said, Love your neighbor and hate your enemy. But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be children of your Father in heaven. For He causes His sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous. For if you love those who love you, what reward will you have? Don’t even the tax collectors do the same? And if you greet only your brothers, what are you doing out of the ordinary?  Don’t even the Gentiles do the same? Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect.”

We also know EVERYTHING that is good, beautiful and true comes from God, no matter WHAT the vessel.

JAMES 1:16-17 “Don’t be deceived, my dearly loved brothers. Every generous act and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights; with Him there is no variation or shadow cast by turning.”

So how should we react when, like Salieri who seeks to do right and be blessed by His action sees another who, by Salieri’s measure, is unworthy of the gift?

We thank God for the gift.  And we apologize to God for believing that our good works will go unrewarded…just because we don’t have the reward yet.

And primarily, we thank God that His grace goes beyond our own ideas of mercy…after all, there was time (and will be again) when we do not deserve the “greatness” He so generously pours on us.

 


DOG TAGS

DOG TAGS

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In 2013 my parents passed away within months of each other.  Being an only child (which was wonderful, by the way) I had the task of going through things when my Mom passed and I moved my Dad back here with me to Indiana for the few months prior to his passing.

I had the singular joy (sarcasm emoji here) of going through photos, documents, memories, and deciding what to take with me and what to sell in the “Estate Sale” (a pretentious word for items contained in a rented ranch house).  Most things were items I had grown up with, things that brought back some good memories, things I had forgotten about, things I hadn’t realized my folks had saved, things that carried good and true memories of the wonderful life I had with my parents.

When I finally got to Mom & Dad’s personal things; wallets, stuff they kept in the top drawer of their bedroom dresser, etc. I discovered things I didn’t know about.  There were the wedding rings and wallet photos, etc. but there were other surprising things.

In context: both of my parents worked for the U.S. Government, in a town that was owned and run by the government until 1960 when it became the independent town of Richland, Washington.  Dad was an Army MP at Camp Hanford, the guardians of “Area 300” which held the secret “Button Factory” (that’s what the public was told) which made plutonium buttons for “the bomb”.  My mother, after graduating from business school, was hired as a secretary for the government-sub-contracted, General Electric Company, and then the Atomic Energy Commission (eventually re-named the D.O.E.).  I tell you all of this because I knew they began their lives together working for secret things, in a secret town.

So, I wasn’t surprised to find my Dad’s army dog tags among the personal items, but I was surprised to find that Mom had dog tags also…issued to her, not because she was married to Dad, but because she worked for the government, sometimes in secret, to ensure the safety of the U.S. during the cold war.

Dog tags’ purpose is to identify the “wearer” when they become a casualty of war.  To wear a dog tag means that you have committed to “give over your life” and you wear that commitment around your neck.

Also, in my Mom’s wallet, was the ragged card she had carried around since 1950.  It is the government-issue directive to any agents of the government, post-war and during the cold war.  It is printed bullet point directions for surviving an atomic attack, an artillery attack, and a chemical attack.  One was to carry it with them all the time…just in case.  In each scenario the last bullet point said, “Continue with your mission.”

I recently ran across these dog tags again.  I thought about the commitment my Mom & Dad made – which they really never spoke about to me – to live out to the point of death for service to their country.  Would I be willing to do the same, to “put on the dog tags” making a commitment to not only live, but die, for something?

And yet…

That is exactly how Jesus describes the type of LIFE and LOVE offered to us, and expected from us, when we agree to live in the Kingdom.

 “No one has greater love (agape) than this, that someone would lay down (tithemi) his life (psyche) for his friends.” John 15:13

This too-familiar verse speaks exactly to this concept.  I say “too familiar” because we sometimes misinterpret, or assume, it’s meaning from having heard it so often.   AGAPE is the “love that is given despite feeling”.  It is, in effect, “love by choice” to those who cannot or will not love back.  TITHEMI is translated to “lay down”, but also means “to present” or “to commit”.  But the key word here is PSYCHE, which is simply translated to the English, “life”.  This isn’t the “full life in Jesus”. That word is ZOE.  It isn’t our “physical” life/body, that word is BIOS.  No, this word could be translated as “life force/mind/heart/soul”; OR everything that a person truly is.

In other words, the verse may be more accurately translated to: “No one chooses a greater love toward others than this, that they live out their entire lives, even to the point of pouring it out completely in death, for their friends, neighbors, circles of influence.”

It’s about choosing to “put on the dog tags”; committing to not ONLY die physically, but to SERVE while living.  To “put on the dog tags” is to say good-bye to one’s physical life even before death.  It is a commitment to serve the “country” of THE KINGDOM OF GOD.

There is no half-way.  To BELIEVE Jesus is the Son of God, who died, rose, and is coming back…but not FOLLOW Him, is not much of a commitment.  To FOLLOW Him, ignorant of the price, or unwilling to “put on the dog tags” is something that Jesus Himself teaches against many times – “count the cost” He says again and again.  And so we must BOTH BELIEVE AND FOLLOW if we are to have any life at all.

Mom & Dad’s dog tags contain their identities, their birthdates…and their “religion” (so they could be buried appropriately, when their bodies were found…after they “completed their missions”).

 MY prayer is that my “friends” will know…without having to SEE my dog tags…that I am committed to “live out my very life-force, to the point of physical death” for them.  If I have to advertise it, I’m not doing it very well.

What about you?  Are you willing to put on the dog tags?

 


3-D JESUS

3-D JESUS

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When people think of my “home state”, Washington, (especially those NOT from Washington) more than likely the iconic image of tall evergreen trees, mountains, the Puget Sound and the bustle of Seattle are the first things that come to mind.  However, I grew up on the other side of the state, the east side, east of the cascade mountain range that traps clouds and separates the lush green coastal forest from the fertile high plateau that covers the rest of the state.  Where I grew up is dry, filled with sage brush and low-lying, wind-blown bluffs (or what some Hoosiers call, “mountains”).  So, you see, to define Washington as “Seattle” is a little one-sided…Seattle is one city, a small part of a state, which is twice the size as Indiana.

When I used to travel to Washington to visit my now-deceased parents, it always took a little time to adjust to the inevitable fact that we all had aged.  One time I arrived, my Dad was standing in the airport as I walked right up to him…he didn’t recognize me until I spoke.  As for them, I had a certain picture in my mind as to who my parents were and what they looked like…that picture in my mind didn’t change at the same rate they did…so there was always a period of adjustment for me, at each visit, to realize that they were the same people.  They were still the fine, deeply-faithed, salt-of-the-earth characters they had always been…but more.  To have only known them in their 40’s or 50’s would be the same as meeting them in their 80’s…they were more than they were then, and (as they would admit) a little less.  In the same way, I, even as their son, didn’t really know them wholly…I didn’t know them like their congregation knew them, or like their friends knew them, or the young couple of neighbors who would come over every-once-in-a-while and fix, visit, keep in touch.

STATES and PEOPLE are simple concepts compared to God, they are finite entities compared to the infinite, they are “local” compared to omnipresent…so why do any of us arrogantly claim to have exclusive, and total, knowledge of Him?

Is the majestic Mt. Rainier the definition of Washington State, or the life of a retired Postman the definition of Tom Vale?  Of course not, but those definitions are sometimes the limit of person’s perception and knowledge.  YOU may see the Space Needle as Washington and I see the Columbia River…we are BOTH wrong if we think those things totally define the great state.  You may have known my mother as a good cook, and known her as my Mom…we are BOTH right, yet neither of those things really and truly define her.

God is beyond human definition, and to complicate matters even more, He deals with each of us individually, specifically and without prejudice.  To the blind who came to Jesus, He is the Healer…although He healed one through touch alone and another by spitting in the dirt and putting mud in his eye.  They both saw a different part of Jesus, but to divide the believers by claiming that Jesus ONLY heals through mud or ONLY heals through touch is to make God smaller than He is and to deny His greatness.

Unfortunately, much of the time THE CHURCH appears to make God “small”: one congregation claiming that the God who does “this or that” is the ONLY God, and any other definition is heresy.  If people and places are complex enough that one-hundred people might describe an individual one-hundred ways, then isn’t it just possible all of us only have a glimpse of what we try so desperately to define?  AND when we do try to define God it is often NOT so that we will KNOW God (our one purpose on this earth) but so that we can claim to be RIGHT.  In doing so, we offend our Heavenly Father.

But the best part is this: when we open minds and hearts to the possibility that someone else might have discovered a part of God we have not seen, our hunger and thirst to know Him and be known by Him grows.  We are satisfied and stretched at the same time.  To narrow the personality of God is to narrow life to only the “possible”.  To judge another person according to their perception of how God works is to dismember the ONE Body of Christ.

There is one body and one Spirit – just as you were called to one hope when you were called – one Lord, one faith, one baptism; one God and Father of all, who is over all and through all and in all.  EPHESIANS 4:4-6


GOLDEN SCARS

GOLDEN SCARS

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Our home is sometimes like a beautiful “storage room”, we have a lot of stuff.  The thing is, I can point to each item of mine and tell you the story behind it, and why I hang on to it.  I suppose that’s how hoarding starts.

Yesterday, as I was looking for a book on a part of the shelf I don’t always get to, I spotted a forgotten bowl that reminded me of a time in my life I would like to forget but also need to celebrate.

We all have periods, I suppose, where circumstances have broken us.  I’m not going to get into that specific period in my life except to say it was years ago and during that time I received a gift from a good, older, wiser, friend from my theatre world.  Knowing that life (through my own choices, other people’s choices and some other circumstances) was handing me a platter of pain and garbage,  she asked to meet for coffee.  We met, we hugged, and she handed me a silk-wrapped gift.  I opened it and found a beautiful Asian-crafted bowl (see header photo).  Not a bowl to fill things with, but a beautiful blue-glazed bowl to sit on a shelf…perhaps someday in Anderson, Indiana…to serve as a remembrance for me.

“I’m not going to tell you why I’m giving this, or why it is designed the way it is.  Part of your journey should be to search its meaning out…and it has one” she said.

“I will tell you this.  The form of this bowl is also a form of Japanese philosophy…it’s called ‘kintsugi’.”

And with that, she changed the subject, sipped her chai latte, and spoke no more of it.  We chattered about other things.

I took the beautiful blue bowl with gold veins home, and looked the word up.

The art (and philosophy) of “kintsugi” is to take cracked and broken pottery…even if it is pottery which had been used in a practical way (in fact, that’s even better) and instead of throwing away the pieces, they are glued back together with a lacquer mixed with powdered gold.

Why?  So that when seen or used again one would be reminded that breakage in our most vulnerable times leads to repairs that ARE not, and SHOULD not be, disguised as something ugly but signify something that is fully healed and stronger.  Kintsugi is a philosophy which has been around for over 600 years, and…

…this TRUTH in Japanese philosophy is TRUTH from God.

The Spirit reminds us that God does not cause disaster or difficulties.  And although one could argue that God may test us, even Jesus urges us to pray that His Father doesn’t test us.  Yet, difficult times come…to everyone (the BELIEVER & FOLLOWER and to the non-Believer) sometimes it’s a test, sometimes it’s just “life”.

What God DOES with those moments and seasons is “kintsugi”.

I’ve almost always referred to God as “the metaphysical Rumpelstiltskin” : He turns “straw” into “gold”, in partnership WITH us and FOR us (see ROMANS 8:28).

When I saw that bowl yesterday, my mind travelled back to the time when both the bowl, and I, were broken.  Then I saw and touched the strength (and beauty) of the gold veining today.  I would not wish much of my own journey on anyone, but I would hope that everyone could end up where I am now.

My beautiful scars are now as much a part of me as anything and everything else, in fact they have come to define me.

The irony is not lost on me that in the Age-to-Come my new body will probably be without scars.  And the only person we meet in that New Heaven and New Earth bearing scars…

…will be Jesus.  His scars healed ours.


THE "WEDDING CRASHER"

Singing at a wedding this last weekend, I was reminded of this story from years back – one I’ve told before (several times, perhaps) – but a good lesson for me to remember.

She was a petite, beautiful, blonde girl who fell in love with a college linebacker while in school.  Back at home, in my home church, she asked me (still a high school student) to sing THE LORD’S PRAYER at her wedding.  Although I had done a few weddings already, this was still early on in my “sing for/playing for/presiding over” wedding career, and I was honored.

None of us had met or even seen her fiancé until the day he arrived for the wedding, from his home state.  It was a Saturday in July, on the desert side of my home state.  It was a sunny one-hundred-and-three degrees…but it was a DRY heat.  The old home sanctuary’s ancient cooling system (I’m not even sure they CALLED it air-conditioning at that point) was not keeping up.  But the sanctuary was beautiful; filled with hundreds upon hundreds of pink and cream roses.

The bride was beautiful, and the groom?  Well, he can be best described as “the largest object in the room” and easily the biggest man I have ever seen.  The presiding minister was five-ten and had to stand on one of the boxes the youth of the church used for one of their “musicals”, just to be seen by the congregation.

The groom was probably as uncomfortable with his suit, as his suit was with him.  And did I say it was hot?

The time came.  The vows and rings had been said and exchanged, and it was time for the prayer.  The Pastor nodded to me and the pianist began the familiar arpeggio intro to THE LORD’S PRAYER.  I began singing.  Now, this is a song I knew so I could kind of watch the proceedings (which was supposed to be prayer and communion for the couple) while I sang.  What I saw was a groom who started swaying, and then…to the horror of all present…started slowly falling forward, threatening to crush the Pastor.  The bride threw down her bouquet and grabbed her future husband’s tree-trunk arm to keep him up; as effectively as a squirt gun in a forest fire.

The Pastor yelled (yes, actually more like screamed) “Somebody help!”, while indicating me to keep singing.  BOTH fathers jumped up and ran to intervene, as they got closer they frantically indicated to the assembly for MORE MEN!

Meanwhile, I’m singing THE LORD’S PRAYER.  Is anyone praying?  It was the strangest underscore to the scene before me that I could imagine.  In the end it took ten average-sized men to gently lower the groom to a sitting position until he came to.

The wedding reception was held (as always, back in the day) in the church’s next-door fellowship hall.  I meandered back for cake, mints, nuts and pink punch.  The first person I saw was the bride’s mother, who came directly to me and said,

“She wants you to go get him out of the kitchen, he won’t come out.  She figured you’d be the best one to talk to him.”

Because…? And what?  Remember, I was a MUSICIAN (read: scrawny, non-jock) and this was a southern states linebacker.  Guys like that snap guys like me in tiny pieces, just as a light workout.  I also didn’t know him.  But, with a little prayer and naivete I entered the kitchen.  There I found a man, a few years older than me, as big as the house I grew up in, sitting in the corner…crying.

I went over and said hi, sat by him and introduced myself.

“Nice singing.” He said, “I can’t go out there…I ruined her wedding…everybody’s laughing.”

And this big guy suddenly became a small boy.  I didn’t (and still don’t) have the wisdom of Solomon, Ghandi or Dr. Phil at that point, so I probably said some stupid things.  Thankfully I don’t remember.  What I do remember is that he exited the kitchen to a loving crowd of people, I exited a hero, and I became friends with a really great guy.

Aside from the obvious life lesson: “If you’re going to get married on the hottest day of the year in an un-airconditioned church, be sure to ask the groom if he’s allergic to roses”…

…there is also the lesson: “You don’t know someone until you GET TO KNOW them.”

Humans look on the outside, but God looks on the heart. (I SAMUEL 16:7)  I’m prone to label and judge, and my guess is that some of you are also.  This early lesson to me was that the outsides don’t always advertise what’s inside.  And if you label too quickly, you might miss something wonderful.