Tuesday, July 12, 2016

An invitation

Luke 10:38-42  "

"Now as they went on their way, he entered a certain village, where a woman named Martha welcomed him into her home.  She had a sister named Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet and listened to what he was saying.  But Martha was distracted by her many tasks; so she came to him and asked, "Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me to do all the work by myself? Tell her then to help me."  But the Lord answered her, "Martha, Martha, you are worried and distracted by many things;  there is need of only one thing. Mary has chosen the better part, which will not be taken away from her."



Constance L. Schroeder, 2011, all rights reserved

"Jesus is coming!!!  Jesus is coming!"  Martha whisks through the house making things ready for Jesus.  "There is so much to do!  Mary, none of your daydreaming today, come and help me make the preparations.  His room needs to be just right.  And the food!  Heavens, it will take hours to prepare.  We must make that special dish he is so fond of.  COME ON!"  And Martha huffs out of the room.  She is a spare woman.  Someone who believes that work always comes first.  She isn't without feeling of course, she does the things she does out of love, she serves with a full heart.  But the work is never done, there is always more to do, and she gets so exasperated with her sister Mary.

To be honest, sometimes I think Martha gets a bit of a bum rap.  She clearly loves Jesus, and wants the very best for him.  She has service as number one on her priorities.  And there is much to do!  Sometimes, we the church become a bit Martha like, busy with service, filling every moment of our days with doing for others.  After all there is so much to do!  Jesus is there, in the homeless man with empty eyes and an empty belly.  He needs to be fed.  The Christ is there in the widow who lives on a pittance, just trying to get by.  Our Beloved is there, lying in a hospital bed, alone and ill; sitting in a prison cell, where there is no justice; dying in the street, his blood spilled at the hands of someone whose mind has been lost to the demons pursuing him; in the refugee camps, where children are raped and violence and deprivation are a way of life.  There is so much to do, and we never seem to have enough resources or help to meet the needs.  We become overwhelmed and at times, resentful, spending all that we have to meet the needs of the world around us, while we forget the needs within our souls, the hunger we have for a relationship with the One who calls to us.

Perhaps Mary doesn't carry her share.  Perhaps she is a bit lazy, and Martha gets frustrated with her at times.  Perhaps not.  Perhaps Mary just puts first things first.  When we listen first, take the time to let Jesus words fill our hearts, grace arrives.  Worry slips away.  Jesus is here and being willing to just "be", and let the worlds cries fall to the background is a choice we make.  Service is such an important part of our lives, but our first priority is to rest in our Beloved's presence, to be with him and to be still for a time. 

In that stillness we find grace for our days and the time flows, and resources we never could have imagined appear to fill the needs.  Out of the silence and listening, the miracle appears.  Jesus knew this.  The needs of people were often overwhelming and real.  He would slip away to the mountain to pray.  His gentle rebuke toward Martha, was in reality an invitation.  "Come and sit Martha, come and rest from your toils.  We will help you to finish things when the time comes.  You are not alone.  We are here with you."

How loved we are.  

Monday, June 27, 2016

Seven Dunks

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all rights reserved

It is rather humbling to be told:  "Go do this and you will be healed."  Sometimes we refuse healing because we don't like the way healing comes about.  We want magic, not some ordinary, everyday kind of cure.  We want God to make it better without having to be involved in our own healing.  Sometimes we even turn away from being cured because of our pride.  Ouch...does that one hit home with me!  

You see there are these twelve steps that a certain Bill W. established for people with alcohol problems.  Nope, I don't have alcohol problems.  Turns out that these simple steps help people with any addictive behaviors, and most of us have addictive behaviors.  Pride often keeps us from continuing on the path.  It hurts to make that sweeping moral inventory.  Gosh it hurts to look things in the face and find that the truth is cutting away at something in oneself that oneself thought was an essential part of her identity.  Truth shows us what is necessary.  It shows us that our lives are not about ourselves, but about service and love.  

Sometimes we look at someone else and think we have the answers for him or for her.  We think that if they just did this or that it would all work out.  Well, sometimes we are like Naaman's servants, gently asking someone to give it a try.  I'm all for encouragement.  Let's put that encouragement out there and allow it to do the work.   It's important to remember whose court the ball is in however.  Judgment, condemnation and accusations do not serve the situation well.  And sometimes we just don't have the whole story.  God does however.  And God is all about Grace.  God doesn't look at us and see all our shortcomings, all our sin, all our feelings of failure and uselessness.  God sees us with eyes of grace.  And that Grace is the greatest truth of who we are.

I think I'd like to take a dunk or two in that grace today.  Maybe even seven dunks!

  

Sunday, June 19, 2016

Dancing With the Spirit


After such a long and oppressive stretch in my life, Grace has returned with a magnificence that refuses to be described.  I suppose it is a bit like being the recipient of CPR, returning to life after nearly coming to the end of life.  This meditation has lived in my heart for many years.  It is only now making real sense to me. I hope you find encouragement in it for yourself.  So many of us believe we have to be "good" in order to be acceptable.  Grace says it is God in Christ who does the work!  What Joy it brings when we understand we are beloved as we are.  THAT is the motivation for goodness and righteousness.  Unconditional love, poured out until we are just silly with the joy of it. . . with much love, Connie

Many years ago now I had a kind of vision and it had everything in the world to do with Grace.  You see that's what I believe that dancing with the Spirit actually is...living in Grace.  So back to this kind of vision.  

In my mind's eye I envisioned myself as a child, and I was dancing with great enthusiasm and joy.  I could have danced like that forever.  There was a beautiful light shining down on me.  I knew I was dancing for God, and I also knew God was loving my dance.  I could feel it in every cell of my being.  That dance went on for moments, for years, for an eternity.

But then it all changed.  At some point, I danced too closely to the edges of the light and I was snatched by the darkness, pinned to the ground, unable to move, barely able to breath.  A heavy weight, like a lead blanket was on top of me, and I thought surely I would die.  But I didn't, I just lay there, unable to move, unable to make a sound or ask for help, unable to see in the midst of that darkness.  This went on for what felt like an eternity, this terrible oppression, this absence of grace. 

Finally, I heard footsteps, and there, appearing to me in that darkness were a pair of feet in a familiar pair of sandals.  He was reaching down for me, his movements unrestrained by that terrible oppressive darkness.  He pulled me gently to my feet.  The heaviness fell away, and as I gazed into that beloved, glorious face he touched my face and smiled a kind smile.  I wept.  And we began to dance together.   But not for long.  The darkness was no longer impenetrable for me, and as I looked around there were many, many others trapped beneath that heavy, terrible oppression.  Together we began the work of helping others to be free.  Not everyone would accept help, they had become so afraid of that darkness, so trapped in that terrible place.  But many others rose up and remembered who they were and why they were here, and we joined together in the work, dancing together in freedom, dancing in grace, dancing with Jesus, dancing with the Holy Spirit, dancing with the love of God.