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Wednesday's Word:  A World Of Lepers

5/6/2020

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​“Anyone with such a defiling disease must wear torn clothes, let their hair be unkempt,  cover the lower part of their face and cry out, ‘Unclean! Unclean!’"
Leviticus 13:45

Our new normal is not at all normal. We stand 6 feet apart and look suspiciously at anyone with a cough or a sniffle as we back slowly away.   

Like the lepers, we are unclean to ourselves, to each other.

We are unable to seek solace and comfort in physical touch. We cannot embrace. We cannot shake hands.  We cannot even share a smile.  How, then, can a world of lepers thrive or survive?

Simple, but not easy:  we look to Someone who can heal our brokenness.
It has happened before, you know.

Cry out.  Beg.  Fall on your knees.  Know that we can be healed, we can be made whole.  

Don't give up until our world is cleansed and we can, once again, embrace
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​A man with leprosy  came to him and begged him on his knees, “If you are willing, you can make me clean.”  Jesus... reached out his hand and touched the man. “I am willing,” he said. “Be clean!” Immediately the leprosy left him and he was cleansed.
Mark 1:40-41
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Extravagant, Arrogant Spring

4/18/2020

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See! The winter is past;
    the rains are over and gone.
 Flowers appear on the earth;
    the season of singing has come...

Song of Solomon 2:11-12
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My garden's arrogant azaleas
Spring is almost too good to be true.  She struts past winter like a model on a Parisian runway:  Confident. Assured. Dressed to impress. Her colors are bold and vibrant; her winds are strong.  
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Yet this spring is like none other.  The world is sheltering in place; we are standing six feet apart; our health care workers and first responders are sacrificing themselves to render aid; our neighbors are struggling to pay bills; our students are in danger of losing valuable instruction.  Yet, spring still struts by: confident, assuring us that winter has been defeated.

In this season, then, we find hope.  Indeed, it  is bursting before us:  Hope in each new bloom that the winter has been overcome. Hope in each colorful blossom that better days are ahead.  Look around you.  The world is alive with the beauty of hope.  We serve a God who cares so much for us that the season of resurrection in the earth is also a season of resurrection for our faith.  The world is alive.  Our Savior is alive.  Live we too.
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Until We Have Faces

4/8/2020

 
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​The church has been pushed into the virtual world.  COVID-19 has forced the "body" of Christ to rethink and relearn the ancient practices of our faith.  During this season, we are at once  scattered and gathered community.   We embody Christ--as long as we maintain social distance.  We are unused to these new modes of worship and fractured community:  Dialing into church. Muting our phones. Logging onto websites. The technology can rob us of our faces, our voices and our embodied gathering.  
It does not have to be so.  Within this faceless void, I am blessed. My industrious mother took to her sewing machine  to make face masks.  So the mask that hides my face  has itself become a symbol of care and concern.  My mother's love covers me as I venture into a bacteria laden environment.  Until we have faces, until we meet face to face in gathered community, know that we are covered with God's love.  This is not the time for the church to hide. This is the time for us to show our love to our neighbors.  This is not the time to hoard.   Share what you can. This is not the time to despair. Pray. 

​We do not have faces, but we are covered.  

Resurrecting Sunday

4/4/2020

 
In some churches, the term "Resurrection Sunday" has begun to replace "Easter."  Easter brings to mind bunnies and bonnets, while "Resurrection" reminds us of the reason for this particular season.  Jesus is alive! 

But as we commemorate the cornerstone of this faith, it seems to me that Sunday itself needs its own resurrection.
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Sunday as become a day for laundry, extra chores, perusing the paper and doing the lawn.  For too many, ..it is no longer a day for family, friends or faith.  
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What about your Sunday?  What do you want to get out of the tomb?   Resurrection Sunday would be a good day to start.


Black Thursday?

11/24/2016

 
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This past Thursday, by my calendar, was Thanksgiving.  I was blessed to open my home to my family for the annual harvest celebration.  I set a formal table each year, thanking God for those who sacrificed so that we can dine in style.  But more than the elegant display, nothing replaces the joy of those moments: the shared laughter, the occasional tear and, of course, the dancing. 

I had allowed my college freshman niece the responsibility of organizing the playlist for our meal.  (I am brave, at times)  When we had had our fill of feasting, my niece cranked up the volume to the stereo and began to dance through the living room.  My other niece and I joined the impromptu party, laughing, rejoicing--giving thanks for all we were worth. 

After my house emptied of family, I watched the evening news and sadly contemplated those people who had spent their day of thanks--not in hunger or pain or want--but in a retail sales line, waiting for the doors to open. One happy woman told that she had come to the store at 10 a.m. to be the first for the 6 p.m. sale.  Thanksgiving, it seems, is now "Black Thursday."

Many in the long lines lamented the shift in the culture and were sorry to have missed their time with family and friends.

Black Thursday?  Not for me:  My home, my joy, my heart gave thanks this past Thursday--and I danced.
  

When Your Wednesday Comes on Tuesday

5/21/2014

 
"Let the name of the Lord be praised, both now and forevermore."  Psalm 113:2

"Carpe Diem"



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This is my niece's last week of high school.  Over the past several years, I have taken her to school each Wednesday.  It helped her parents, and we had time in the morning to connect, to talk about her classes, or just to laugh and be silly.

Because of her parents' schedules, I had to take her to school this Tuesday--thinking that the following day--our Wednesday, would be our last.  But my niece finished her exams on Tuesday, and had no reason to return to school the following day.  So our last day became Tuesday, even though I did not know it at the time.

I hadn't really planned anything special--but I was looking forward to our one last Wednesday together:  to connect, to talk, or to laugh. 

I must learn to take my days as they come; to welcome and to enjoy each moment, each hour, and each miracle: even when the Wednesdays come on Tuesdays. 


Surviving Mother's Day

5/12/2014

 
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My Granny held on to me then. I hold on to her memory now.
Some days are harder than others.  For some of my friends and loved ones, this past Mother's Day was part of the difficult journey we call mourning.  

For two of my friends, this was the first Mother's Day they spent without their mothers. For others, it represented a painful reminder of loss. 

I am surprised, stunned even, by the facile and insensitive platitudes that are popular with many:  "She's not suffering anymore."  "She's in a better place."  "You have to keep living."  

We seem prone to ignore the reality of pain, of loss, of suffering.  We want to minimize grief, and thus, to forget our own humanity. 

But I'm taking a stand. I don't believe the hype. 

I've decided to eat when I'm hungry; to drink when I'm thirsty; to rest when I'm tired, and to cry when I'm sad.

I'm human. I'm frail, and some days are just harder than others.


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Friday's Fire: Every Praise

5/9/2014

 
"Every praise is to our God. Every word of worship, in one accord.
Every Praise, every praise, is to our God."
The story sent chills up my spine and tears down my cheeks.  A nine year old
boy was abducted from his front yard—taken by someone who meant him harm. 
...ordered by his captor “not to say anything.”
  ...instead of speaking, the child begins to sing a song he heard in church. 
    . . .  the boy sings. 
      . . .the boy continues to sing.
         . . . he sings for three hours.
            . . . he sings until his captor lets him go, unharmed. 
    When he was interviewed on the
Arsenio Hall Show, Willie Myrick—now  10 years old—said that he never doubted that God would deliver him.   His song was an expression of his young, but strong, faith.
     What songs do we sing when we are held captive by doubt, by fear, by disappointment?  Do we allow those forces that abduct  our joy, our happiness, and our contentment to have their evil way?  Like Willie, we may have to sing our way out of bondage.  
    If so, let us sing, and let us continue to sing for as long as it takes.
Let us give God every praise.
Sing Hallelujah to our God.  Glory hallelujah is to our God. Every praise, every praise, is to our God!

Praying for Prayer: Together, in Love, At the Table

4/30/2014

 
"True, whole prayer is nothing but love."

St. Augustine

I am drawn to prayer as others might be drawn to food.  I need it to survive, to thrive, and just to get up in the morning.  I need to be nourished:  in my body, with food; in my spirit, with prayer.

But eating is not just about taking nourishment.  Most often, I eat alone.  However, there are occasions when I want to share a meal.  I don't want to have a meal for one, a meal that just nourishes my immediate desires.  It is at these times when food is not just about satisfying physical hunger.  Rather, I dine with others because I want fellowship and connection.  At those tables, I am welcomed, I am loved and I am a part of another's life. 

On this, the National Day of Prayer, we are called to sit together at the banquet table.  We are called to hunger for fellowship, for connection and for each other. 

Today, let us pray, let us feast, and let us connect to each other through the God who loves us.
"To clasp the hands in prayer is the beginning of an uprising against the disorder of the world."

Karl Barth

It's Friday, But Sunday's Coming

4/18/2014

 
…Look around you:
Winter is over;
 The winter rains are
over, gone!
Spring flowers are in
Blossom all over.
The whole world’s a
choir—and singing!
Song of Solomon 2:10-11  (The Message) 

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Spring is coming, I’m sure it is.  It’s almost here. I keep believing that it will be here.  I keep believing that the winter is over and then I get disappointed. Another winter storm.  Another icy morning.  Another sudden frost grips the earth.  During this winter, I was afraid to believe in the spring.    

I wanted to look forward to blooming flowers, budding trees—green lawns.  I wanted to remember picking the first daffodils of spring but I couldn’t.  There were days this winter when I doubted spring’s existence, when I doubted that I would ever see another jonquil or flower in my accidental garden.  Apparently, my plants had more faith than I did.   Even though the snow fell and the cold gripped what should have been many a spring morning, my plants never doubted that Spring would arrive.  My plants continued to push through the cold, the snow and the frost towards the coming spring. 


I wish I had the same dogged snow-covered faith; I didn't:  because every time the cold seemed to stop and the snow melted, another storm was on the way. 

But isn’t life like that?  We know that spring is coming because, well, spring always comes.  We know that our lives will face winter storms, icy days and cold nights.  We know that the snow will cover the ground, but we also know that spring is on its way.

Spring means resurrection, doesn’t it?  And even though on Good Friday everything seemed bleak, cold, dark and forlorn--Sunday’s coming.  Resurrection is on the way, and winter will, at last, be over.




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