Tuesday, April 17, 2012

"Christianity After Religion"



The weekly Wisdom Class book study group at my church is halfway done with Christianity After Religion: The End of Church and the Birth of a New Spiritual Awakening by Diana Butler Bass. This week we discussed the fourth chapter which is simply entitled "Believing."

Bass chronicles the change in society's perception of the meaning of "belief" especially for Christianity--from relationship with Christ in early Christianity to relationship with God to the more modern rational belief/opinion. ("When people use the word 'believe' today, it is often for factually erroneous opinions, disconnected from any aspect of interpersonal trust or love." 119)

"Thus, in early English, to 'believe' was to 'belove' something or someone as an act of trust or loyalty. Belief was not an intellectual opinion. . . . . Indeed, in early English usage, you could not hold, claim or possess a belief about God, but you could cherish, love, trust in, or devote yourself to God." (117).

"From an ancient perspective--whether of Latin or Greek, of the creeds or the Christian scriptures--the words 'belief' and 'believing' implicitly carried within them relational and lived dimensions. Accordingly, you cannot 'believe' distinct from trust, loyalty, and love." (119)

It took me many years to trust that experiences of peace/love could be interpreted as from God, because in my early faith years, I thought I was supposed  to believe certain statements, even though some did not seem right within me. Prayer, study, and worship over the years have brought me to trust more in my perception of God, also validated and nurtured by community. Trusting that I do not have to KNOW all the answers helps, especially to questions about "WHY?" If I can remember, it matters more to me to ask myself, "WHO is with me?" Just as Bass writes, "Prayer transforms religion, doctrine, and dogma into vital spirituality" (130).

Next week's chapter is on "Behaving." The quality of one's life shows what one believes--or what one holds dear.

Meditations with Teilhard de Chardin


Meditations with Teilhard de Chardin, the short, sweet book of some of Teilhard's quotes in poetic form is available for sale (for only $10), which I did not know about when I wrote about it last week. I also liked it because it contained Jean Houston's story of meeting Teilhard when she was 14 years old, right before he died. That is a charming story.

Monday, April 16, 2012

Apps that Occupy Me!

My adult children introduce time-consuming and fun apps for my Ipod (Iphone for most people, but not me) that I certainly enjoy. The one that is the most fun at connecting me with others (most recently, my friend Mary Jane in CA) is Words with Friends. It is like playing Scrabble with a friend.

The one that my oldest son DC and his wife AA told me about over Easter is more infuriating at times than Words with Friends, but it is an enjoyable way to play a pictionary-like game, which is called Draw Something.


And still, the only spiritual app that I use is Equanimity, which brings me into meditation/prayer with a chime and ends whatever time I choose with three bells. I've used it to start and end centering prayer groups, also. In fact, our group at Lebh Shomea sat in centering silence with the aid of the Equanimity app each night.

 This image shows the different screens possible to look at for this app.

And here, there is the place to use it online right now on the computer, even with suggestions about how to meditate.

A New Email Devotional

" Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things. "

Philippians 4:8



Our spiritual journey allows us to learn by doing...also by being. Each contributes to the other.
Take time for both.


Last night I signed up for another email devotional that I found on blogging travels. This one sends a short scripture verse and even shorter thought with a lovely photo each morning (look above)--from Brother John, John Gaudraeu at Perfect Peace and Joy.


If you would like to look at any of the daily messages that Brother John published since 2008, go here to look at the archives.

This is a lovely way to start the day! 

Sunday, April 15, 2012

My Intro to Teilhard de Chardin

Looking through Google Images, I was entranced with this photo of Teilhard de Chardin looking at the skullcap of Peking Man. He was there when that was being authenticated in China in 1940.

As mentioned in yesterday's post, Teilhard's words and life are inspiring me. While at Lebh Shomea this past week, I perused several books about him. At times, I wondered if I could ask Father Kelly Nemeck to recommend some books for me. That was a possibility, but one that I kept talking myself out of--we're supposed to stay quiet at Lebh Shomea; Fr. Kelly is usually not around or is busy; mealtimes do not seem a time to interrupt him in the silence, etc., etc., etc.

The morning I left, I walked out of the main building and there was Fr. Kelly in a golf cart, which was at a standstill. I walked over and quietly thanked him for my time at Lebh Shomea and then asked if someday he would recommend some books about Teilhard.

Fr. Kelly asked if I would be around much longer and if I could meet him in the library in ten minutes! I did not expect such hospitality.

At that time, he took me to the Teilhard section and silently looked at the books, pulling one and another to look at. These are the ones he suggested I read:
  • Album by Teilhard de Chardin; preface by Andre George. Designed and edited by Jeanne Mortier and Marie-Louise Aboux from the publications and letters of Pierre Teilhard de Chardin and from papers preserved at the Foundation Teilhard de Chardin.
  • The Divine Milieu by Teilhard de Chardin. To be read slowly, according to Fr. Kelly.
  •  Writings in Time of War by Teilhard de Chardin. Early writings from Teilhard's time of being a front-line stretcher bearer in WWI. To be read along with:
  • The Making of a Mind: Letters from a Solder Priest 1914-1919 by Teilhard de Chardin.
I ordered used copies of the first and last books.

I will see about the others, as I am currently reading the one I mentioned yesterday from the Maryknoll Modern Spiritual Master Series, which has selections from different essays and books (including those above).

AND I have just found the site of Internet Archive, which has links to DOWNLOAD-able copies of Teilhard's works!! Go there and get a taste of him.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Gift of Teilhard de Chardin

Being at Lebh Shomea this past week brought a renewed interest in Teilhard de Chardin. I looked through/skimmed two books in the large section about him in the Lebh Shomea library, which spans the complete first floor of the Sarita Kennedy mansion:
  • Meditations with Teilhard de Chardin arranged by Blanche Gallagher: Sadly, this book is out of print. The author arranged some of Teilhard's writings in poetic form, such as:
The creative operation of God
does not simply mold us like soft clay.
It is a Fire that animates all it touches,
a spirit that gives life.
So it is in living
that we should give ourselves to that creative action,
             imitate it, and
                   identify with it. (31)

Nothing is precious
except that part of you which is in other people
and that part of others which is in you.
            Up there
                     on high,
                                everything is one. (99)

  • Spirit of Fire: The Life and Vision of Teilhard de Chardin by Ursula King: This is a biography, interspersed with many photographs and quotes from works of Teilhard. A few quotes:
". . . Nowhere is this vision more radiant and empowering than in the description of his mystical experiences. They truly express a vision of fire that filled him with wonder and amazement, ecstasy and joy, and made him see the world burst into flames. It is this fire that he wanted to pass on and kindle in others." (58)

"Always interested in the most recent developments in science, psychology, sociology, and religion, he was forever questioning established orthodoxies, whether scientific, religious, or political." (213)

Teilhard died on Easter day in 1955; King writes of his last years:

"He (Teilhard) was growing old, but he could still see his vision with full strength. Death held no fear for him; he saw it as a passage to seeing more, to a fuller vision." (224)

Tomorrow I will write about Father Kelly Nemeck's recommendations for my first readings about Teilhard, although serendipitously, I found an unread book on my own bookshelf that is about him: It is a Maryknoll Modern Spiritual Master Series book, Pierre Teilhard de Chardin by Ursula King, which I am now reading.

Friday, April 13, 2012

Doves at Lebh Shomea Retreat Center



Lebh Shomea is a silent retreat center south of Corpus Christi where I live--in Sarita, TX. "Lebh Shomea" means "listening heart." Since 1973 it has been a retreat center with single dwellings and rooms available in the old Sarita Kennedy mansion, all managed by Oblates of Mary Immaculate (OMI) order, with Father Kelly Nemeck being the main representative of OMI there.


I spent three days (Monday-Thursday) there this week; two with friends from my Renovare Group and one on my own. I came home yesterday afternoon.

The silence was deep and wonderful. Days seemed longer, with more opportunity to pay attention to God. I sat in silence much more frequently. On Monday and Tuesday nights, my friends and I sat together in centering prayer in the community center, which is near the dovecote. It was lovely sitting in silence, with the coos of doves in the background. I am grateful that I was newly invited into daily meditation by the Holy One.

One morning I was trying to take pictures of the doves through the screen of the dovecote, when one of the workers there approached me and asked if I would like to go in with the doves! He (Joe) found the key and let me go in and see them more closely in the environs that a former hermit Sister Maria had planned and cared for.

Formerly, Sister Maria was my spiritual director, but when she came down with Alzheimer's, that was discontinued. Then she disappeared, and I wondered what had happened to her. . . .but I never asked anyone. I asked Joe, and he told me that Sister Maria is in a nursing home in Kingsville and is very happy. He and his wife visit her, and she remembers them. She has formed a friendship with two other older ladies, and they do everything together, even sometimes getting intro trouble!

The news and the surprising opportunity to enter the dovecote were gifts, all because Joe took the time to notice and pay attention just as I had the time be present to those moments. How each of us wants to be noticed!

Here are some of my pictures of the doves:






Friday Five: Missions


Revjkarla brings today's RevGalBlogPals Friday Five:

1. Have you ever been on a mission trip, as a participant or adult chaperone? What was it like?
My most recent mission trip was going to Russia with members of First United Methodist Church to put on a seminar for a district's clergy and laity, as well as to see what the Methodist Church is doing in Moscow, Vologda, and St. Petersburg. I presented three talks connected to prayer; it was a new experience to speak with a translator. The young woman translating was very gifted so I could speak several sentences at a time. We were told ahead of time to estimate the time speaking would be twice as long as only in English so as to gauge the length accordingly.

Most of the Russians could speak a little English, while I could barely speak Russian. I noticed my introversion came through. However, I was blessed by one quiet pastor who told me he'd given up contemplative prayer, but had been reminded of its efficacy by one of my talks.

2. What was the worst thing that happened to you/your group?
The worst thing that happened for me was hurting my shoulder on the train ride from Vologda to St. Petersburg. I was in a top bunk during the 13-hour trip. I fell getting out of it in the middle of the night, catching my arm/shoulder on the top rung. It hurt but not as badly as it would after I returned to the U.S. A. The month after the trip, I learned that I'd torn my rotator cuff and needed surgery, which occurred on January 4.

The worst thing that happened to my little group was our arrival in Moscow when three of us had to catch a later connecting flight. When we arrived in Moscow, no one was there to meet us! We didn't know what to do and wandered around for almost an hour until one of the original group found us. It turns out that they had been upstairs in a waiting area, being told by the Russian guide that our plane was late even though it had arrived. It was really scary to arrive like that, not speaking the language and having no way to connect with anyone. It seemed worse because we were tired, but it all turned out well.

3. If money were no object, where would you want to go to help and serve? What would you do?
In 2006, I was on a month-long mission trip to Zambia with four Roman Catholic Religious (two prospective priests and two sisters) so we visited OMI (Oblates of Mary Immaculate) missions. I was sorely touched by the many orphans due to AIDS and those suffering from AIDS. One Incarnate Word sister had a ministry for providing weekly rations of formula (or powdered milk when the formula ran out) to caretakers of infants, mostly whose mothers had died from or were suffering with AIDS. We visited an orphanage, where there were three new babies lying on a twin bed--I wanted to hold and cuddle them. I would like to go back to work with the orphans.

4. What would be your advice for someone who will be sleeping in a gym with 20 other people for a week?
First off, I'm glad I don't have to be there! Take ear plugs and perhaps a battery powered fan. A packet of wipes is refreshing to have on hand.

5. Any parting thoughts, stories or questions you have around the whole theme of Mission Trips?
It is helpful to plan a time for reflection or devotion each evening--ahead of time, dividing up the days with members to contribute. For personal survival, I always find this prayer necessary: "Bless ____________, change me."

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Live the Questions

Thanks to Diana Vogel Ferri, I am reminded that the priest who married CB and me in 1971 gave me this quote just a few years ago when we reconnected:

"I beg you to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer."

Rainer Maria Rilke

(Is this the same as "Fake it till you make it"?)

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Morning Offering

A Morning Offering
 
I bless the night that nourished my heart
To set the ghosts of longing free
Into the flow and figure of dream
That went to harvest from the dark
Bread for the hunger no one sees.
 
All that is eternal in me
Welcome the wonder of this day,
The field of brightness it creates
Offering time for each thing
To arise and illuminate.
 
I place on the altar of dawn:
The quiet loyalty of breath,
The tent of thought where I shelter,
Wave of desire I am shore to
And all beauty drawn to the eye.
 
May my mind come alive today
To the invisible geography
That invites me to new frontiers,
To break the dead shell of yesterdays,
To risk being disturbed and changed.
 
May I have the courage today
To live the life that I would love,
To postpone my dream no longer
But do at last what I came here for
And waste my heart on fear no more.
 
~ John O'Donohue ~

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Holy Saturday: The Space Between

Christine Valters Paintner writes of Holy Saturday as "The Space Between."

She starts off her article like this:

Don't surrender your loneliness so quickly.
Let it cut more deep.
Let it ferment and season you as few human
Or even divine ingredients can.
Something missing in my heart tonight
Has made my eyes so soft,
My voice so tender,
My need of God
Absolutely clear
. ~ Hafiz

"Holy Week invites us into a world full of betrayal, abandonment, mockery, violence, and ultimately death. The Triduum, those three sacred days which constitute one unfolding liturgy, call us to experience communion, loss, and the border spaces of unknowing. Holy Saturday is an invitation to make a conscious passage through the liminal realm of in-between.

"I love the wide space of Holy Saturday that lingers between the suffering and death of Jesus on Friday and the vigil Saturday night proclaiming the return of the Easter fire. For me, Holy Saturday evokes much about the human condition—the ways we are called to let go of things or people, identities or securities and then wonder what will rise up out of the ashes of our lives. The suffering that we experience because of pain or grief or great sorrow and we don't know if we will ever grasp joy again. Much of our lives rest in that space between loss and hope. Our lives are full of Holy Saturday experiences.

"In their book The Last Week: What the Gospels Really Teach About Jesus's Final Days in Jerusalem, Marcus Borg and John Dominic Crossan write:

Easter completes the archetypal pattern at the center of the Christian life: death and resurrection, crucifixion and vindication. Both parts of this pattern are essential: death and resurrection, crucifixion and vindication. When one is emphasized over the other distortion is the result. The two must be affirmed equally.

"Before we rush to resurrection we must dwell fully in the space of unknowing, of holding death and life in tension with each other, to experience that liminal place so that we become familiar with its landscape and one day might accompany others who find themselves there and similarly disoriented. The wisdom of the Triduum is that we must be fully present to both the starkness of Friday and to the Saturday space between, before we can really experience the resurrection. We must know the terrible experience of loss wrought again and again in our world so that when the promise of new life dawns we can let it enter into us fully in the space carved by loss. As the great poet of Hafiz reminds us, we must let our loneliness "cut more deep" and "season" us, so that we are reminded of our absolute dependence on the Source of all."

Go HERE to read the rest of her piece on Holy Saturday, with these suggestions to try today:

"Much of our lives are spent in Holy Saturday places but we spend so much energy resisting, longing for resolution and closure. Our practice this day is to really enter into the liminal zone, to be present to it with every cell of our being.

"Make some time on Holy Saturday to sit with all of the paradoxes of life. Bring yourself as fully present as you can to the discomfort of the experience. Rest in the space of waiting and unknowing and resist trying to come up with neat answers or resolutions. Imagine yourself on a wild border or standing on a threshold, knowing that you cannot fully embrace what is on the other side until you have let this place shape and form your heart. When you notice your attention drifting or your mind starting to analyze, return to your breath and the present moment. Allow yourself to feel whatever arises in this space. Honor the mystery."

Friday, April 6, 2012

Good Friday Five


Kathrynzg brings today's Friday Five to RevGalBlogPals:

Tell us what you are up to, share the way you're pacing your week, ask for prayer or offer it, seek liturgy suggestions or hit the conversations going on over at Ye Holy Facebookee.
For verily, verily we are all in this together.
1. Not being a pastor, I have less liturgical preparation for this Holy Week. Instead, I am anticipating the arrival of family today: oldest son DC with his wife AA and our GRAND baby Avery--and youngest daughter MJ with her boy friend CM. Anticipation, cleaning (not enough), and preparation for all this company, while missing our other two children and their partners.

2. Hot Cross Buns! I fondly recall my mother sometimes baking Hot Cross Buns for Good Friday. I've done it a few times before, but decided this year to make them for the company and my Friday morning Renovare Group. I found a recipe here, but made twice as many as recommended by the recipe, which made a better-sized roll for me! It only took about 3 1/2 hours to bake them, counting the two times for rising.

3. I've been surprised by the invitation I have received in the last two sessions of our Wednesday Lectio Divina group, as we have meditated on small portions of the gospel from the Lectionary. Both times I have received a strong invitation to travel the journey with Jesus as one of his followers--being swayed by the cheering of the crowds on Palm Sunday; the misunderstanding of Jesus' mission; and being consumed with fear and doubt at his arrest and crucifixion. I am trying to stay in the moment, so I will be surprised at the early Easter Vigil on Sunday.


4. I volunteered to read scripture at the Good Friday service at All Saints Episcopal Church, so I will be gone during the dinner hour tonight. In preparation for that, I am making a chicken and vegetable meal in the crockpot this afternoon.


5. For Lent I am reading daily the selections from Small Surrenders by Emilie Griffin and Simplifying the Soul by Paula Huston. However, I have not read any of the devotionals for Holy Week, so I will spend time doing that after I post this Friday Five.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Lent: A Sea of God's Mercy



Lent, A Sea of God's Mercy
by Catherine Doherty

"I was praying and it came to me that Lent is a sort of sea of God's mercy. 

In my imagination Lent was warm and quiet and inviting for us to swim in. If we did swim in it, we would be not only refreshed but cleansed, for God's mercy cleanses as nothing else does.

Then I thought of our reticence. I don't know if it is reticence or fear to really plunge into God's mercy. 

We really want to be washed clean; we want to be forgiven.

 But these desires meet with something else inside.

 I say to myself that if I do enter into the sea of mercy I will be healed, and then I will be bound to practice what Christ preaches, his law of love, which is painful, so terribly painful. 

There by that sea I stand and think: If I seek mercy I have to dish out mercy; I have to be merciful to others.

What does it mean to be merciful to others?

 It means to open my own heart, like a little sea, for people to swim in.

If we stand before God's mercy and drink of it, it will mean that the Our Father is a reality, and not just a prayer that I say. "Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come..." We like that part and have no problem saying it.

But then we come to: "Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.... Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us." 

We shake our heads and say, "Yes, it's Lent; it's true we should be forgiving everybody." 

But we don't like trespassers. If strangers come to use our beaches we will say to ourselves: What are they doing here? 

Why do they come to our beach? It's not easy to make of one's heart a little sea of mercy for the other.

We should also be listening to God's will. But we think: Wait a second! "Thy will." What does that mean?

It means many things. For instance somebody is thinking of entering a convent and they say, "Well, I don't know; I'm afraid. Maybe I won't measure up." Silly people! Of course they won't measure up, but God will measure up for them. If he calls them, he'll give them the grace. 

As we look at the will of God -- to go to a convent or to marry or to just live in the world in the conditions of today, to submit oneself to somebody else-our hackles rise up against authority. 

To submit to the will of God would be to put our toe in the sea of God's mercy.

Lent relentlessly moves on and shows us who we are -- our true identity as Christians, what it means to be Christian.

The mercy that we must give to others includes that of standing up for the poor, the lonely, those who have no education and cannot stand up for themselves. 

It means to engage in what we call social justice on behalf of our sister and brother. That involves opening ourselves to being pushed around and crucified. 

This always happens to those who stand up for others. 

Do we want to go into the sea of God's mercy, to be washed clean so that we begin to do the things of Christ?

What is this Lent all about? 

It is to go into some strange and incredible depths of ourself and there to meet the sea of God's mercy and swim in it, having shed all garments, garments of selfishness and fear."

Gethsemane

 "Christ in Gethsemane" by Michael O'Brien.

Gethsemane
by Mary Oliver


The grass never sleeps.
Or the roses.
Nor does the lily have a secret eye that shuts until morning.

Jesus said, wait with me. But the disciples slept.

The cricket has such splendid fringe on its feet,
and it sings, have you noticed, with its whole body,
and heaven knows if it ever sleeps.

Jesus said, wait with me. And maybe the stars did, maybe
the wind wound itself into a silver tree, and didn’t move,
maybe,
the lake far away, where once he walked as on a
blue pavement,
lay still and waited, wild awake.

Oh the dear bodies, slumped and eye-shut, that could not
keep that vigil, how they must have wept,
so utterly human, knowing this too
must be a part of the story.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Our Lord of Omnipotent Frustration

Our Lord of Flaked Paint freckling
sallow skin and emerald robes,

Our Lord of Mudpuddle Eyes
that look away in weary irritation,

no one can touch your loneliness,
God cut off from God.

You who flamed a world into being
with only words, stood

in the midst of bickering men,
fig trees dying, and sparrows

falling to the ground.
Were there days when heat and dust,

the smell of stale crowds
pushing you from place to place,

asking for one more resurrection,
food for thousands

or withered hands healed,
made you want to slash the canvas,

fly back to heaven and start fresh
on some new world far away?

Days where your head ached
from sun on sand and water,

where your throat scraped raw
from shouting Blessed are. . . to men

who would go home, forget, and return
to nail you to a piece of wood?

No one understood your stories,
could grasp that you would trade

legions of angels
for nine ungrateful lepers,

the friend who turned you in,
and never enough sleep.

Our Lord of Omnipotent Frustration
with your halo like a setting sun,

your hand is raised as if to bless me,
though I can't imagine why.

~~Jana-Lee Germaine

Christian Century, November 3, 2009.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Garden of Liminal Space

Father Ron Rolheiser, president of Oblate School of Theology in San Antonio, TX and member of the Oblates of Mary Immaculate writes a column. Today's is the first of six in his Lenten series:

"There's never a good time to die, to bid final good-byes, to lose health, to have a heart attack, to be diagnosed with terminal cancer, to lose friends, to be betrayed, to be misunderstood, to lose everything, to be humiliated, to have to face death and its indescribable loneliness. That's why there's a powerful resistance inside us towards these things.

"We can take consolation in knowing that this was the case too for Jesus. He didn't face these things either without fear, trembling, and the desire to escape. In the Garden of Gethsemane "he sweated blood" as he tried to make peace with his own loss of earthly life.

"The Garden of Gethsemane is, among other things, "liminal space". What is this? Anthropologists use that expression to refer to special times in our lives when our normal situation is so uprooted so that it is possible precisely to plant new roots and take up life in a whole new way. That's usually brought about by a major crisis, one that shakes us in the very roots of our being. Gethsemane was that for Jesus.

"It's significant that Jesus didn't go straight from the last supper room to his crucifixion. He first spent some time readying himself. What's incredible in his story is that he had only one hour within which to do this inner work.

"Imagine this scene: You're relatively young, healthy, and active. You've just enjoyed a festive dinner with close friends, complete with a couple of glasses of wine. You step out of the dining room late at night and you now have one hour to ready yourself to die, one hour to say your final good-byes, to let go, to make peace with death. Sweating blood might be a mild term to describe your inner turmoil. This would surely be an intense hour.

"And so it was for Jesus. That's why his liminal time is often called his "agony in the garden" (an apt term to describe real "liminal space".) What's interesting too is what scripture highlights in his suffering in Gethsemane. As we know, it never emphasizes his physical sufferings (which must have been pretty horrific). Instead it emphasizes his emotional crucifixion, the fact that he is betrayed, misunderstood, alone, morally lonely, the greatest lover in the world, with God alone as his soul mate.

"And what's burning up his heart and soul in Gethsemane? Jesus, himself, expresses it in these words: "If it is possible, let this cup pass from me!" His resistance was to the necessity of it. Why death and humiliation? Couldn't there be some other way? Couldn't new life somehow occur without, first, dying?

"In the Garden, Jesus comes to realize and accept that there isn't any other way, that there's a necessary connection between a certain kind of suffering, a certain letting go, a certain humiliation, and the very possibility of coming to new life.

"Why that necessity? What do we ultimately sweat blood over? Perhaps Job put it best: "Naked I came into this world and naked I leave it again." We are born alone, without possessing anything: clothing, a language, the capacity to take care of ourselves, achievements, trophies, degrees, security, a family, a spouse, a friend, a reputation, a job, a house, a soul mate. When we exit the planet, we will be like that again, alone and naked. But it's precisely that nakedness, helplessness, and vulnerability that makes for liminal space, space within which God can give us something new, beyond what we already have.

"There are times when we sense this, sense its necessity, and sense too that one day, perhaps soon, we will, like Jesus in the Garden, have to make peace with the fact that we are soon to exit this life, alone, but for our hope in God. That's Gethsemane, the place and the experience.

"Our own prayer there, I suspect, will be less about necessity than about timing: "Lord, let this cup be delayed! Not yet! I know it's inevitable, but just give me more time, more years, more experience, more life first!"

"To feel that way is understandable and, if we're young, even a sign of health. Nobody should want to die or want to give up the good things of this life. But Gethsemane awaits us all. Most of us, however, will not enter this garden of liminal space voluntarily, as did Jesus ("Nobody takes my life, I give it up freely!"). Most of us will enter it by conscription, but just as really, on that day when a doctor tells us we have terminal cancer or we suffer a heart attack or something else irretrievably and forever alters our lives.

"When that does happen, and it will happen one way or the other to all of us, it's helpful to know that we're in liminal space, inside a new womb, undergoing a new gestation, waiting for new birth - and that it's okay to sweat a little blood, ask God some questions, and feel resistance in every cell of our being."

Silly Peep

S'more-Fearing Peep

Monday, April 2, 2012

Yearning for God



Diane Walker's Lenten art is another way to say "Yearning for God."

Whispers

When your soul whispers of its deepest longings,
may you quiet yourself to listen.
May you follow the path of yearning to the One alone
who blends the uneven edges into a life of meaning.
May you meet and be united with God
and give thanks for the whispers
that led you there.

From Lenten Blessings on ExploreFaith.org

My Youngest Daughter

I was very proud of my daughter as she presented her chemistry research along with seven other seniors at Trinity University on Friday. (This is a better picture than the one below that I posted with my Ipod.) She was poised and knowledgeable as she spoke and answered questions.

Only having taken chemistry in high school, I did not understand much that was going on. However, I met a retired chemistry professor who has taught a freshman elective about "Theology of Mystery Novels." That intrigued me!

I enjoyed watching MJ and husband CB interacting with the various professors and students. CB was in his element asking questions and talking about his former career as a research chemist.

Saturday, March 31, 2012

Doubts


"DOUBTS are the ants in the pants of FAITH."

~~Frederick Buechner

Too hot!


Feeling befuddled today, the last day of March, with an all-time-high-temperature of 93 degrees F. here in Corpus Christi, TX. It is the last day of March!

I want to appreciate the last days of our "spring" with the wildflowers profusely blooming. This time of year in Texas is usually reminiscent of summers I remember from living in Bellingham, WA. BUT not at 93 degrees!