Sunday, June 29, 2014

Too Much of a Good Thing...

I come from a long line of women with “green thumbs”.  When I was a child our window sill was laden with avocado seeds or potatoes soaking in jars of water growing roots to be planted later.  I was also taught that certain plants, like alyssum, can be pulled up and clipped and will take root again, making it a rather prolific fellow, I learned water is essential.  Yet, even with this plethora of knowledge and fantastic gene pool, I must regrettably confess I can’t keep a plant alive to save my life.  Recently I was given a nice patio plant and was told it was the kind you COULD. NOT. KILL.  I was tempted to say, "Challenge accepted!" but instead I decided to make this plant a personal success story. 

Every morning I set out to water the plant.  I clipped the dead leaves.  I even talked to it a bit (they say that helps.)  Sadly, within a few weeks the plant began to turn color and the leaves fell, so I watered it more thinking that would perk it up, but the opposite happened.  The more I watered it, the worse the plant seemed.  Then came the sad, but familiar, moment when I take the pot and the scraggly stems, say a few kinds words, and place it in it's final resting place - the compost bin.

I mentioned to someone how I killed the unkillable plant.  In an effort to sooth my discomfort around such inadequacy I declared, “I don’t understand how I killed it!  I talked to it – whispered ‘sweet nothings’ into its ear (what plant doesn't love that?!), I watered it daily and did everything I was supposed to do!” 

My friend gave this advice:  “With a plant like that you only need to water it once, maybe twice a week; and water slowly to let it soak into the soil”   What?!  Are you kidding me?!  I drowned my plant???  Who knew that was even possible!  Apparently with me as it's owner, my poor plant needed floaties!  OH wait,  most plants aren't supposed to float either...I know, my knowledge is impressive, it's something my grandmother taught me...just sayin'...

Getting back on track here...That’s when it hit me that as people we can be similar. We have a desire to grow spiritually so we read scripture and study it.  We "water" our soul with God's word.  When we encounter difficulty or something inside us seems "off", we often turn up the water by collecting more knowledge via reading more scripture...we "chapter and verse" until something hits us...until something makes us feel O.K.  Sometimes we can accumulate knowledge like a reservoir but our circumstances are like bricks around our ankles the two not only don't match up...they work against each other and we begin to 'drown'.  So we put on our emotional floaties by keeping conversations and thoughts just above the surface to avoid "going under" and never coming up. 

Maybe what we really need is not more knowledge.  Why put more water in the pool when we're barely staying afloat?  Maybe we need to let the knowledge we already have soak in and be cultivated into our life and our circumstances.   Have a conflict with a friend and don’t know what to do about it?  Scripture is pretty clear…love ‘em.  Extend unexpected kindness, pray for them.  Confess your offence if needed.  Let God’s compassionate heart for them grow in you.  The same might apply to a grumpy neighbor.  We don’t need more scripture to tell us what to do…we already know it.  It just requires more risk, more intention, and it's more inconvenient than "chapter and versing" it on our couch.  Consumed with worry?  Scripture is pretty clear on that too…cast all your cares onto Him…trust that He cares for you. Wait, maybe that’s the hard part…maybe in the “casting” we discover we don’t really trust God to care.  Why else would we worry? 

In any case, sometimes more knowledge is not the prescription.  Chapter and versing it,  consuming knowledge without cultivating it, causes what we learn to become a collection of ideas,  they are things we might profess.  But professing, "God is good!  God is good!" and reading more verses about it, doesn't always work....does it?

Just like most plants, humans were never meant to float along the emotional surface randomly professing one thing but experiencing another.  I guess that's why Scripture says, "A double minded man is unstable in all his ways."  Knowledge is good.  Just like water, it is the most basic nutrient needed for growth.  But too much of it can drown the soul.  (Don’t shoot me here…hang on.  I promise I am not a heretic.) Good knowledge can be tested.  Sometimes more space and time is needed to let what we have professed become what we believe.   We put knowledge to the test by wrestling it through the soil and letting our spiritual “roots” collide with the living presence of Christ inside our circumstances.   And that happens when we pause from our frantic search and simply choose to be present , honest and active with God.  He becomes visible and His living-water truth soaks the soil and nourishes us in unhurried rhythms.  

So the next time someone gives me a plant I am going to check how often it actually needs water.  And as I encounter life disruptions I am going to consider if the situation calls for  more scripture or more cultivation?  And “water” both accordingly.

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Soaking...YBH?

During a recent late-season snow storm I was reminded how much you can hear when all goes cold and quiet.  Have you ever noticed that?  When it snows all the ambient noise seems to be muffled and the crackling of a tree, the bark of a distant dog, even the crunchy steps of our trail making its way on a walk seem all the louder.  Each would be missed if it were not for the dampening blanket of fresh-fallen snow.  They would be drowned out by all the extra noise. In the last post the idea of soaking in God's presence came up, and while it sounds like a good idea,  ideas often come with little means to actually accomplish them.  It's the old adage of "Yes but how?" or YBH.

 So I thought this post could be about the HOW.  How can we become present with God... and ourselves.  Let's face it, with our busy schedules and frantic world, it's nearly impossible to actually retreat for a bit and "soak".  Ambient noise is at an all-time high!  We often need something to help us muffle out the "sounds" that surrounds us so we can actually listen.  So here is a listening exercise I've found helpful over the years.  It is designed to help us become quietly present with ourselves and God.  Honesty is the only way this works...so leave your "should-self" behind and bring your very real, imperfect self with you. 


To begin, sit somewhere comfortable and quiet (if possible) to avoid being distracted by discomfort or noise.  Then acknowledge God's presence with you through a short prayer.  Any will do but here's what I often use,  "God, thank you for being near right now.  Help me know your presence and find your voice, and respond to it accordingly. Amen." Then journal your way through the following.


You may initially read this and think, "Oh brother! This doesn't look very 'spiritual' at all!"...I dare you to try it and see just how wonderfully God meets you in it - and wherever God show's up - His Spirit is there too....spiritual...God is so much bigger than our human constructs.  So if this seems a little "out there" for you...that's ok :)  He is capable of holding you in the place of His Presence that is right, true and good.


LISTEN FOR NOISE - What am I thinking about?  What's on my mind?  Write it down.(Try not to edit, judge, analyze or be critical toward the thoughts in your head - just write them down)





LISTEN TO YOUR PHYSICAL BODY: What is my body saying?  Physically, how do I feel right now?





LISTEN TO YOUR FEELINGS: What is my heart sensing? What am I feeling? (Again, don't edit, judge, analyze or be critical.  Let yourself feel what is there.)





LISTEN TO GRATITUDE: What are you thankful for in your life right now?  Who? (Invite the Holy Spirit to help you make a list of all that you are thankful and grateful.)





LISTEN TO YOUR DESIRES: What do you desire?  Both surface and deep desires. (Again, don't edit, judge, analyze, or be critical.  Just write down what you desire.)





LISTEN TO HEAR GOD'S DESIRES: Ask God, "What is on your heart?  What do you desire?  Is there anything you want to say to me or that you desire for me?




....Enjoy the "soaking" 


Oh yeah, and if you could use one adjective to describe how you felt going into the exercise, and one adjective to describe how you felt leaving it, what would those two words be?  



God rewrote the text of my life
    when I opened the book of my heart to his eyes.

 2 Sam 22:23






Monday, May 19, 2014

SOAKING

As summer quickly approaches, I've been noticing a few things around our yard.  For one, there is a small flower bed in the corner of our driveway that's often overlooked because it’s isolated from the rest of the garden.  IT's only when I'm already in my car driving away that I notice it and think, "Later, when I get a chance, I need to deal with that."  Well later never comes because there is ALWAYS something else to do.
As time passes I become bothered by the unsightly condition of that flower bed as it never seems to take care of itself…the nerve!  I even worry that others will notice it as they drive up (News Flash:  THEY DO...it's pretty obvious!)  As weeds keep growing, the wind brings debris that gladly settles itself among the cluttered, lonely soil. It’s as if the little space has forgotten altogether that it was once a lovely display of African Daisies.  So the other day, as my husband and I were cleaning up the side yard I decided to do something about about that little neglected gem.

The debris was picked up quickly and discarded, some of the weeds came up easily too (They were near a neighboring water-source so the grounds was soft and the weeds came up roots and all.)  However, most of the bed was dry and hard and the weeds were stubbornly rooted, refusing to give up there well solidified home.  I pulled a few but as you may well know, only the stems give way when you do that, leaving the root to continue on its merry way beneath the surface.  Now I could have stopped there and just quickly clipped the stems; Heaven knows my lazy-self wanted to!  The flower bed would have LOOKED good. Nobody would know the difference …at least for a while.  But I've learned better from my mistakes.  So out came the hose and on went the water…Not too much mind you, I did not want the hardened surface to refuse the offering and cause all kinds of run-off.  I needed the ground to SOAK.  The soil needed some time to take in the water at a pace it could absorb.  Later that day I easily removed the weeds because the ground was soft and malleable. 

Over the past several posts we've been talking about what it takes to change and become a different and freer person, reflecting the beautiful God-image held within each of us.  It struck me as I worked on that forgotten flower bed that my soul is not much different.  Beauty hides and becomes choked when I forget to tend the soil of my heart. Weeds and debris collect instead.  Often my actions become offensive, even unsightly!  And frankly, sometimes I don’t really care because I’m hardened by neglect and pass it on to others  Ouch!  I hate to say that, but it’s true…Just like the noticeable neglect in the corner of my driveway, the condition of my heart shows up in my actions.

 It's no use trying to manage our behavior when the "soil" from which it stems is neglected.  If I want to be different-If you want to be different, then we must put a stop to managing our behavior...it's no different than pulling weeds from hardened soil.  Only what's visible goes away, the root remains and will most definitely grow again....NOPE! ... Not a good plan.   

So first things first! We need a little soaking.  We need to let the hurried, busy rhythm of our life suspend for a bit and give time for God’s waters to pour forth.  I've often heard (and I've felt it myself) that, "Solitude is just too hard", or  “I just don’t have time.” Or "I don’t know what to do with myself, and is it really THAT productive?” ....Well....Yes! Jesus often withdrew to "lonely places" for prayer and the result was rather remarkable.  I could go on with other examples but come on!   If the Son of God modeled it?....Need we go any further? 

"Every distraction of the body, mind and spirit must be put into a kind of suspended animation before this deep work of God upon the soul can occur." - Richard Foster

Just like soaking the soil of that flower bed, God will bring his deep work and renewal as we "soak" in Him. And it will come at a pace we can absorb, so don't fret the process.  Leave the fretting to your aunt Mae! The main thing is to stop and pause, and become present with God in the moment that you do have.  Sometimes it IS hard, but so are the soils of a neglected soul.  Just like real weeds, spiritual “weeds” don’t leave on their own.  In fact, some require extra soaking time.  Taking the occasional glance and saying, “Someday I need to deal with that.”  Will never get the job done.  Unless we spend some time alone with God, quieting our withering, hardened self to let God’s life-waters trickle in, we. won’t. change.  It’s that simple.  But take heart! God reminds us that as we find space for him, “There I will meet with you, and I will speak to you.” (Exodus 29) When we look for Him, He shows up!  And when He does, Love finds its way into the soil of our heart and we become changed. 

“I will take your heart of stone 
and give you a heart of flesh.”
Exekiel 36:26  

Monday, May 5, 2014

Lord Have Your Way....wait...WHAT???!

In continuing on from the previous posts "Why is Growing Up Like Having a Root Canal?" and "What Was I Thinking?!" 

SO last week on Sunday I posted on Facebook, "Getting ready to worship in loving community with a few other Jesus followers...I'm so glad and full of joy !!"  After said declaration, I cheerfully locked my car and walked to the Worship Center, greeting people along the way.  Feeling rather glad to be heading in to a time of worship, I thought to myself, "My Michelle, aren't you prepared for church today!  Give yourself a holy pat on the back! Just look at how bright and cheerful you are!"  It's sick, I know. But, come on...you know you've done the same thing.  They are the times when all is "right with the world" and no inward "grouchies" are in sight.  Any bad emotions are sealed tightly behind the closed doors of our external presentation of "self"

As the worship time moved along, we began singing "I Surrender".  There were many who demonstrated a desire for God through a posture of full surrender.  I'm sure you know what I mean, arms extended and open wide, faces towards Heaven, eye's closed singing with abandon, "I want to know you more, I want to know you more.  I surrender" The song went on,

 "Like a rushing wind, Jesus breath within."  OH yes those words sound so appealing don't they?  Just come in Jesus, come make your home here in me...be my very breath!

 "Lord have your way, Lord have your way in me!"  WAIT!....What??  - Hold on.  I don't know if I really want this?  Suddenly the "joy" I walked in with was being bullied out of me by this cruel suggestion of surrender and imminent loss of control!

I caught myself looking around the room (And before you get "concerned" that I was becoming distracted and not "worshiping", rest assured.  I was more engaged than ever!) I wanted to say, "People, WAIT! Do you know what you are singing? Let's THINK about this for a minute... Do we really WANT what we're asking!?"  We sing a song like this and we are swayed along by desire that, dare I say, might find it's only root in the warmth of the immediate.  It feels good so we sing it.  It's weird how we can go on auto-pilot during worship, singing songs word for word while our mind and heart "zone-out".  When our mind zones out our habits, like little children left on a playground without a teacher, follow our emotions for hunt of something pleasant- the proverbial "warm-fuzzy". In this case, for me, it was the worship service. (By the way, we seldom limit our quest for the "warm-fuzzy" to the singing.  Plenty-a-pastor has  been cruelly exploited in our quest as well...said the pastor's wife ;) )...but again, I have digressed.  The truth is we are after something legitimate that we think a "warm-fuzzy" will give us....

We LONG for deep knowing.  As people created in the image of God, we can't help but strain toward it.
 The problem is, a "warm fuzzy" won't be enough to sustain us into the heart of God. It's like catching a glimpse of something good just across the water, getting into a boat to cross over to it, only to discover your boat keeps leaking and no matter how many times you try, the boat will sink before your arrival every time.   So while a warm-fuzzy may be a welcomed invite, it remains just that - an invite.  It opens the door to something more if we want it.  If we do,  then we must find a vessel capable of getting us there.

Well that morning I wasn't sure I even wanted the invite... Do I want to know God more...Did I want HIM to know ME more (Like I could hide from Him - haha!)? Well, if I wanted it, then according to the song (and scripture), The vessel to get me there is to surrender my story.  That means choosing to embrace the good with the bad and letting God take up residence in it all, trusting that in the windfall, His breath will breathe life into mine.  Not magically, mind you,  It requires a little partnering on our part...that's what sanctification is - joining God in our journey of becoming changed...made new... more like Him.  Along the way we will be jostled by the "waters", but not forsaken....broken and shaped but not destroyed, at times lonely but never left alone.  He will be there and we will learn to "know Him more". Over time, as we find delight in Him, His desires will become ours, we will naturally love more like him, naturally find joy in the good and swayed less by the allure of the bad. 

So what am I babbling on about? For a long time I've stared across the lake at the vision of knowing God more; realizing that it brings life and joy!  ...But sometimes it is easy to forget the vessel that will carry me there - to the heart of God - includes a Gethsemane walk.  Not just Christ's, but mine.  "Lord have your way in me"  sounds a lot like Jesus' blood-sweat prayer in the Garden, "Father, if it is possible remove this cup from me, yet not my will but yours." In other words,  "God, I might not like what's going on and I may want out...but I will surrender... I will let you write the story your way.  Show me how to live like Jesus ...even in this."

Beyond the warm-fuzzy of religious exhilaration there is a life of deep Joy waiting for us.  Letting God have His way in us is a difficult surrender but it is the vessel that leads just such a life.

Monday, April 28, 2014

Hands Have Fingers

I've been working on a few blog post to continue on in how we begin to encounter God in ways that sustain a journey toward Christ-likeness and awaken us to a whole new way of life-giving friendship with Him?  This afternoon My daughter and I were in a conversation and it rings true to some of what is needed on this journey so I thought I'd share it with you.  Sometimes a child's perspective is all it takes....


REBEKAH: "Mom, when it comes to prayer we have a reverse peep-hole."

ME: "What do you mean?"

REBEKAH: "It's like we are looking through a peep-hole from wrong side and we assume that what we are seeing is all there is to see."

ME: "What do you mean?"
...
REBEKAH: "Like the time when Savvy and I were goofing around and I was looking through the peep-hole from the outside. She asked me how many fingers she was holding up and I said none but she was actually holding up six."

ME: I'm not sure I'm following you.

REBEKAH: "Think about it...If all I knew was what I saw, I would think that hands are not meant to have fingers because I never saw the fingers."

ME: "I think I'm tracking."

REBEKAH: "Looking through the peep-hole I saw only part of what was happening and the part I even saw was distorted."


ME: "Ok so how is this connected with prayer?"

REBEKAH: "When we pray we assume we have the big picture about ourselves, inside and out, and we "let God in" to our world assuming we know all about it. The truth is He's the one looking through from the right direction and seeing from the right perspective. So when we say, "Oh let's pray about this." we really need to think about what we pray. I can't just tell God, "Hand's don't have fingers!" and demand that everybody's hands be blobs. I have to actually consider the fact that God sees better than me and hand's might actually work better with fingers, even if I've never seen fingers on a hand."

ME: "So what you are saying is that sometimes we pray from a very limited, broken perspective and we'd be better off....(Beks interrupts)"

REBEKAH: "We'd be better off just opening up to God's idea and going with it, even when it might not make sense...Hand's have fingers!"

 

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Rise and Vine

Today is they day!  New life begins today!  I find myself really pondering what it took to get to a place that can now be called resurrected life.

Difficulty...unjust circumstances, misunderstandings, harsh labeling and condemnation
A long walk down a dusty road. Loves choice makes death eminent and life is laid to rest
A wait...where all is dark and silent, not yet finished.
When Love's work is done the stone gives way and life emerges.  Life that no longer bends to death and hatred's blow.
Life that offers inheritance to the King's treasury...Love's redemptive work!
Abundant and forever, mercy, justice and love...Heaven's resources now ours. If we so choose

Jesus has over come 
The grave is overwhelmed
Victory is won 
He has risen from the dead!
And I will rise when he calls my name 
Before my God fall on my knees ...and rise!

So what do we do?

Jesus offers this in John 15

 5 “I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit;apart from me you can do nothing.....
.... 9“As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Now remain in my love. 10 If you keep my commands, you will remain in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commands and remain in his love. 11 I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete. 12 My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you. 13 Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. 14 You are my friends if you do what I command. 15 I no longer call you servants, because a servant does not know his master’s business. Instead, I have called you friends, for everything that I learned from my Father I have made known to you. 16 You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you so that you might go and bear fruit—fruit that will last—and so that whatever you ask in my name the Father will give you. 17 This is my command: Love each other.

In returning to the wine theme used earlier this fall in several posts, I am struck by the invitation to "vine" with Christ.  Our only real hope for life begins with the simple, choice to unite ourselves with him and abide.

We take up our cross...
Willingly take in the difficulty that arises (whatever it is), walk the dusty road and lay to rest anything that postures itself against Christs' life in us.  We wait, mourn and grieve, letting silence and Saturday take it's course, while our heart of stone gives way to new life - life with abundant resources for love, ready for God's goodness to manifest, stubbornly resilient to death or hatred's blow.  It has found a great force, LOVE.

So my friends,  RISE and VINE - The King has come and He is awaiting our arrival.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Holy Saturday

Well, today is Saturday.  Not just any Saturday.  It is Holy Saturday, the day that stands patiently between Good Friday and Resurrection Sunday...Since this blog is named after this particular day it seemed only fitting to post...well...something today!  I've been thinking about a few things over the weekend....

I wonder what the disciples thought on that very first Saturday following the death of their friend and promised deliverer. They had sold out to this guy!  Left their families, lost their friends, to follow in the dust of this so-called rabbi only to find him hanging on the same oppressive wood lorded over them for centuries. All that remained was the stench of blood and an angry crowd.  Hope seemed lost.

Last night we participated in a Tenebrae, or Good Friday, service.  It included scripture, drama, and time for reflection as we traced the events leading up to Christ's death.  I've gone several years to this service and while it is not flashy it never fails to lead me to a place of reorienting my easily disoriented heart.

What struck me this time was the audience response.  The couple behind us throughout the evening critiqued the parts that were perhaps uncomfortable or boring....like someone in the crowd in Jesus's day, I would imagine. Discomfort voiced itself willingly,  "Good grief!  This is gruesome!  These guys are masochists!" (I doubt they meant "masochist" but...?)  Near the end of the evening, as Christ is hanging on the cross, again I heard from behind me, "And you wanted to come to this?"  To which her companion just sighed and shrugged.  Still others, clearly uncomfortable, waived their hands in front of them as the aired filled with a small amount of mist/fog.

Then this morning I found myself waiting in line at the store getting similarly impatient as I stood in line to purchase a shirt that would color coordinate with my outfit.  I waited for what seemed an eternity ...it was actually less than 5 minutes.  Still, I stood there thinking to myself, "Did they not KNOW it was Easter weekend?  Did they not CONSIDER additional staffing for a day like today?"

Isn't it strange how the slightest bit of discomfort can cause such an indignant response?

I wonder if we really WANT the crucified Christ?  More often it seems easier to gaze into an Easter story that includes special baskets and colored eggs and a good resurrection song at the end.  We want Sunday but (dare I say) maybe not Friday.  And without Friday I guess there is no "In-between-Saturday"...Just Sunday.  Hmmm...how can any resurrection happen without something first being dead?  The very notion defies logic, right? What is a story without a beginning, middle, and end? And how does change find it's way onto the pages without the "middle"...the Saturday?

So Jesus told the disciples to "take up their cross and follow [him]"...Before he hung on one himself, by the way...

Take up my cross?  Will that tarnish my outfit? And exactly how long are we talking?...More than five minutes?  Often we DON'T want to come to the "cross" because it is far too inwardly disruptive.

I guess what I am thinking is this:  Yes it was gruesome when the Lamb of God took on the sins of the world.  It was ugly (and not because his sandals did not coordinate with his robe), redemption was horrific and painstakingly accomplished.  But the nails that pierced Christ's hand have forever opened the door to HOPE. A sword pierced the heart of God so that love could pierce the heart of me.

So this is Holy Saturday.  The big fat, gruesomely long, "wait-day".  I am discovering the understated holiness of Saturday - that sacred "middle"- as it moves me from death to life... This is the day we are invited to sit still at know that HE indeed is God...even when it is uncomfortable and inconvenient, even when it is gruesomely painful; trusting that in the pause, in the burial of all we hold dear, the seed bed is laid for his life to spring forth.

 Maybe you are reading this, and you are less concerned with things like your outfit tomorrow because life isn't that easy. So you think, BLAHHH!  Maybe your own story of loss is far too great.  Or maybe, like the disciples, in your own way you've "sold out" to Him only to find a sense of disappointment and abandonment in return and hope seems lost.  But it's SATURDAY, so wait.  Let the cross lift your head to see redemption's story written in the pain. Hold on for Sunday's dawn....I'm not gonna lie your Sunday may not dawn tomorrow. ...But it WILL DAWN!  Let Saturday finish it's work...every hour of it.  Dawn breaks upon night's darkest hour.