Change, Contemplation, Home, Life pathways, Suffering

Making It All the Way Home

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“Close your eyes and follow your breath to the still place that leads to the invisible path that leads you home.”

~ St. Teresa of Avila

With aging, I have experienced an emotional and spiritual “returning home.” The years have brought a sense of well-being in some very real ways. It happens to us all, I think, as we follow the usual life paths of grief, loss, fear, hopelessness, and yes, joy. The difficult paths are the important ones, in fact. Each assault, each time of suffering, makes us seek who we really are inside.

In a conversation last night, I made this comment:

The passing years are taking some of my intensity away. I now see my younger self as a very different person than who I am today, looking back on the years in which I was driven to save the world. But I’m happy that the frenetic drive has lessened for me over the years. If I had not settled down, I think I would have died. And the kidney disease year had a profound impact on the person I used to be. I miss myself sometimes, but mostly I’m very grateful to have relaxed.

The beginning of a brand new year brings a pensive season for me, a time when I want to know myself, my real self. My self-assessment, then and now, reveals how I eventually made it through life’s chaos to the serene present. So I am happy that I made it all the way home to this place, this still and holy place that nurtures my life.

Change

Where Are You Christmas?

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Music can speak for us sometimes. When words fail, music can express what’s in the heart. As Holy days approach, we are not always open to the comfort and joy of the season. For some, health concerns are at the forefront. Others struggle with relationships. Some have financial worries and others feel the sense of hopelessness they see on television news.

We cannot help but grieve for the children and families of Syria. We witness continual gun violence with horror. We feel desperation with immigrants who fear deportation and with young people who live with the fear that violence will cut their lives short. We are anguished by the threat of terrorism in our country and beyond.

And we wonder if Christmas will make a difference. Broken spirits ask the question sung by recording artist, Faith Hill.

Where are you Christmas?
Why can’t I find you?
Why have you gone away?
Where is the laughter
You used to bring me?
Why can’t I hear music play?

My world is changing;
I’m rearranging.
Does that mean Christmas changes too?

Yet, we once again wait for the coming of a Savior, one who always reminds us of peace on earth and good will for every person. Unto us a child is born, and because of His coming, we are reborn. The guiding star of Bethlehem still shines upon us. That doesn’t change, even in the shifting winds that threaten to rearrange our lives.

The song ends with these words:

I feel you Christmas;
I know I’ve found you.
You never fade away.
The joy of Christmas
Stays here inside us,
Fills each and every heart with love.

May God make it so for each of us.

Change, Grace, Hope, Life pathways

The Mists of Autumn

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The story of Autumn tells of early morning mists that blanket the vibrantly changing trees. It reminds us of a kind of melancholy that anticipates the cold winter months. The sight is a masterpiece lasting for a short time, until the sun breaks through.

It’s also a picture of life that necessarily includes misty, melancholy seasons. Yet the sun breaks through, brightening our existence and reminding us of constant change. We live through the mists, always knowing that eventually the sun will rise upon us.

Until the warmth of the sun returns, we have companions beside us, willing to lead us by the hand until we can see the path clearly again. It’s called the grace of presence that proclaims that we are never alone. Life’s mists will come, but we will walk on with hope and with companions who walk with us until daybreak.

And now, behold, the hand of the Lord is upon thee, and thou shalt be blind, not seeing the sun for a season. And immediately there fell on him a mist and a darkness; and he went about seeking some to lead him by the hand.

– Acts 13:11 King James Version (KJV)

Change

Strength to Face the Wind

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Life is very much about standing to face the wind, constantly being blown about by change. It can be tumultuous at times. It can blow gently and change the little things about us. It can be gale-force and rearrange everything we cling to.

The important questions are these: Who will I be in the face of the winds? Will anxiety paralyze me? Will I be afraid? Will I be in a state of turmoil? Or is it possible that I will be that steady center, that constant and consistent presence that stands immovable?

This one thing I know. When God is our anchor, the winds can blow on and we will stand steady. We will “surprise ourselves with the strength we have to face the wind.” So let us hear, with faith in ourselves, the summons from Bishop Stephen Charleston.

Let’s do something surprising. In the midst of anxiety, let us be unafraid. In the time of anger, let us be peaceful. In the heart of turmoil, let us be a steady center… Let us do something different. Let us be the rallying point for faith, the constant and consistent presence of a love that embodies justice, the quiet truth that knits lives together. Let us surprise ourselves with the strength we have when we stand to face the wind.

– Steven Charleston

Change, Courage, Hope

We Shall Overcome

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Listen.

Woke up this morning with my mind
Stayed on freedom
Woke up this morning with my mind
Stayed on freedom
Woke up this morning with my mind
Stayed on freedom
Hallelu, Hallelu, Hallelujah.

Listen.

Ain’t gonna let nobody turn me ’round,
Turn me ’round, turn me ’round.
Ain’t gonna let nobody, turn me ’round.
I’m gonna keep on a-walkin’, keep on a-talkin’,
Marchin’ on to freedom land.

Listen.

We shall overcome
We shall overcome
We shall overcome some day.
Deep in my heart I do believe
We shall overcome some day.

It was the music of the people, the music of the day. I was around fourteen years old, and I vividly remember the day in 1963 when the Alabama National Guard surrounded my school. I remember my fear of having to walk through their clasped arms. I remember the one, lone student — Richard — who integrated the school that day. I wondered all year as I saw him walk the halls alone if anyone ever spoke to him even once.

So what is the music of this day? It’s still a time of fear and division. We have battles to fight. Yes, racism is still one of them. So is misogyny, homophobia, xenophobia, violence, terrorism, criminal justice inequality, human trafficking . . . and the list goes on.

But we can overcome, even in these troubling days. We don’t clasp hands and march together much these days. We don’t embrace one cause and walk together as one very much. But what is most troubling is that we have no music.

I pray that together we will target the wrongs of our day and walk together towards freedom, lifting our voices in one powerful crescendo, singing the songs that give us courage and determination. We shall overcome someday.

Listen. Can you hear the music?

Change

Shaken and Rearranged

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“Human beings, by change, renew, rejuvenate ourselves; otherwise we harden.”

– Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Sometimes our lives have to be completely shaken up, changed and rearranged to relocate us to the place we are meant to be. It can be an unpleasant prospect, a life shake up. But we experience them all the time. Shake ups can come with the death of a loved one, an end of a relationship, moving from one place to another, losing a job, serious illness. All of these events, and more, hold the power to shake up and rearrange our lives. They can make us feel completely out of control.

The truth is that we don’t have control in the first place. And sometimes we feel as if our lives are guided by chance, fate, even karma. I prefer to believe that God is in control and that God uses every change to make us stronger and better. I like to think that change renews and rejuvenates, and ultimately, takes me to the place I am meant to be.

For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.

– Jeremiah 29:11

Change, Loss, Transformation

Broken Pieces

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Broken places. We’ve all got them.

There is no way to get through life without a broken place or two. But being broken isn’t the worst thing. We can put ourselves back together in time. We can heal at the broken places of our lives. We can accept the wounds we have experienced and know that because of them, we have grown stronger and wiser. We can courageously embrace the life history that made us who we are, and see our cracks as beautiful.

The alternative is to let our past define us, to get stuck in our brokenness and refuse to get beyond the hurt. Ernest Hemingway expressed it well in A Farewell to Arms (1929). “The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places.”

Kintsukuroi is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum. The art is based on the understanding that the repaired piece is more beautiful for having been broken. What a wonderful philosophy to apply to our own brokenness. How wonderful to believe that we are better for having been broken.

She made broken look beautiful
and strong look invincible.
She walked with the Universe
on her shoulders and made it
look like a pair of wings.

― Ariana Dancu

Change

Change

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The Little Red River, Arkansas

“You can not step twice into the same river.”

That is a snippet of wisdom attributed to Heraclitus of Ephesus, a Greek philosopher known for his doctrine of change being central to the universe. He spoke of certain and constant change a very long time ago, 535 BC – 475 BC, but his philosophy resonates as much today as it did when he wrote it centuries ago..

There have been many variants of his philosophy of change:

  • Everything flows, nothing stands still.
  • Nothing endures but change.
  • Everything changes and nothing stands still.
  • Everything flows and nothing stays.
  • Everything flows and nothing abides.
  • Everything gives way and nothing stays fixed.
  • All is flux, nothing stays still.

It is true that a river constantly flows, so by the time we step into it a second time, the river has changed. And the truth is that we change, too, every day, every minute, as we live out our lives. The well-lived life is one that embraces change as growth, that greets each new day as another chance.

But aren’t we all creatures who value sameness, who resist change because we fear it? Don’t we feel safer when nothing changes in any significant way? Don’t we struggle to maintain life as it is, with every yesterday being just like every tomorrow?

I like the idea of stepping with courage into that flowing and ever-changing river. And I like the wisdom of Alan W. Watts:

“The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.”