Thursday, July 15, 2010

Borrowing a Prayer

"Jesus, human words cannot bear the weight of Your mercy and compassion.  My union with You is like being so attached that life seems impossible without You.  Detached from You during my days of sour wine and withered roses was (is)  a shadow life.  I have no sense of myself apart form You.  My bones say thank You for this now moment.  Amen"

This is from Brennan Manning's "The Furious Longing of God".  I love when I read something that says what my own heart and soul feel but cannot express.  During this rather dark, empty time I have wondered if the homesickness I feel for God's presence in me; the feeling so unattached to my faith; was somehow more of the memory of a dream than reality.  Manning so well expresses this feeling for me.  "Sour wine and withered roses" assures me that what I long for is real, it has been.  And, it is my bones, that which holds my very self together, which recognizes those brief moments where the beloved passes by, maybe quickly, but close enough to feel the touch.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Dr. Seuss Was Right

"So the writer who breeds more words than he needs, is making a chore for the reader who reads." --
Dr. Seuss




Prayer - Questions

Hope - Deferred

Anticipation - Disappointment

Love - Continuous

Doubt - Acceptance

Peace - Shifting



(Thanks to Susan for this quote which has led me to a way to express all that is inside without having to strain to put it down on paper. This is just the surface of the deep.)

Monday, June 28, 2010

Today's Question


Being on this journey lately has brought a question to the forefront for me.  After all these years of "knowing" God, which is the most important to pursue:  the presence or working for social justice?
Deep inside I long for a lasting sense of presence but when it doesn't come I can get discouraged or start analyzing my life to see what I may be doing wrong. 
Looking toward the margins and seeing who or what I can touch is easier to "do" but is that all that I'm left with at this point in life.  By saying "all" I am not minimizing the work of social justice by any means.  I am trying to find where it fits in my own self.  I was reminded the other evening that Marcus Borg says we are to pursue, we need both.  I agree with that.  However, Mother Teresa says once she began her work with the poor in Calcutta she never felt God's presence again. 
Ouch, that hurts.  I hurt for her, even though I'm sure she doesn't need my sympathy, but I also hurt for myself knowing that is a possible movement of God in my life.  Working for social change is something I can actively move toward, do, accomplish.  Being in God's presence is an anti-action.  I find more and more God's presence is found in the emptying of myself, of quietness, solitude, openness.  And then it is almost as though I have to just believe this One is with me. 
Living through the 8 years or so of the incredible visitation we had makes the hole even deeper.  And yet, at the same time experiencing the life giving joy of God's presence is beyond measure.
For the readers who have been with me for a while you will remember that I write this blog for myself; to help me put the overload of what is going on in my mind and heart into fewer words hoping to find resolution.  So, knowing that, here is what I think today.  I will be more active in moving toward those who need more but keep digging deep within myself to find the God who is there.  I know God is there.  Brad and I both had a realization this weekend after spending time with some folks:  we are more contented, peaceful people than we have ever been.  Who we have become is good.  I can live with the awareness that God is present even if there are not as many visceral moments. 
Saying this helps me live it.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Which Way?




    I warn you this is a much longer blog than I normally do.  I apologize.  I just need to say it and look at it and return to it and ponder it.  You will be completely excused for passing this one over.
     
      It is a bit humorous considering my last post was about dreaming to be a writer; I have written nothing.  It has come to my attention that being rather lost in my life right now has caused me to think I have nothing to say; or rather that I don't want any one to read what I have to say. 
      
     A friend recently encouraged me to keep writing.  Maybe there are those whose hearts would identify and find encouragement in finding another who is in the same place.  So, I confess, I have been in quite a funk.  Brad and I have struggle to find God's will for our lives here in this time and place. 

     One of the things we were exposed to in our "Seattle Journey" was the teaching of Ignatious.  Brad did some reading at SU and I took a 6 week course at St. Joseph's Center for Ignatian Spirituality on discovering God's will. 

     Ignatious taught there were 3 ways to find this will.  The first time (this is the word he used for the type of process) was that you just know that you know what you are suppose to do.  The second time is being aware of consolations and desolations in your life.  And, the third time is to do a more analytical exploration which includes making lists of the pros and cons of each decision or path.

     Brad and I have found that until about 6 years ago we had always known God's will for our lives by Ignatious' first time.  It has always been easy.  We just knew what we were supposed to do.  However these last several years we find this has not been working.  So a couple of Sundays ago we spent some time at a very spiritual place - La Boulangerie - talking about our future.  We started talking about the consolations and desolations of our lives.  Consolations are those things that give you life; that energize you; that bring you deep joy.  Desolations are those things that drain you; that rob joy from your life.  Now there are some desolations that we just have to do as we live our lives.  Things like paying bills, cleaning house, repairing the car.  But there are other desolations that we can actually eliminate from our lives; maybe those are the things we identify as the "shoulds" of our lives.

     Brad begin to talk about those things that give him life and joy.  They included hospice work, spiritual direction and teaching.  We are people who love to walk the journey with others.  This is where we get our life, the energy to live our lives.  We left the cafe that morning saying we knew what we would do, what would be the next step.  Feeling a bit energized by this decision we had a nice afternoon. 

     Then, the next morning we awake to the realization we still don't have a way to receive income.  Back to square one.  It seems we continue to go back and forth in knowing and not knowing.  Just last week we once again made a decision of what to do.  And, wouldn't you know it, two more possibilities were laid before us.  Again, the fruition of either of these could be weeks away so we are left once more with what should we do.

     This has been a difficult time for two reasons.  One is feeling no purpose.  We are not living our lives "toward" anything.  The second is fear of the future.  What will happen a couple of months from now if no progress is made monetarily? 

     It is a confusing time.  It seems a bit strange that I continue to trust God on a certain level.  I don't know where that comes from.  Have I raised my voice to him at times?  Yes.  Have I argued with him?  Yes.  Have I asked over and over "What should we do?  What do you want?"  Yes.  Thee seems to be no answer right now.  I try not to give up my hope that there is a God who does care about my daily life.  But I don't know.  I assure you I don't question whether I should continue on with God; I am just not sure what this journey with him should look like right now.  Maybe this is an excellent test of whether I am really ok with the questions without the answers.
    
    

Thursday, May 6, 2010

A Dream



I want to be a writer. I wish I were a writer.

To inspire, comfort, challenge; to bring joy, laughter, tears, silence.

To open worlds to others who either can't see or are limited by place and time.

To see the world in complex detail and use words to lift the veil that hides so others can see.

To change that complexity to simplicity which is able to go to the heart.

To experience the honor of someone else reading what I have written and be impacted, changed by it.

And to find the freedom and the words to say what is deep within or may scurry across my mind quickly to disappear.

And to not be concerned how others may judge my words or my ability.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

DESIRE



This morning as I sit reading I find myself, once again, in a familiar place. It's not a place that I enjoy. Daily as I do spiritual reading a longing rises up inside me. It's a desire I sometimes fear will never be fulfilled again. This hunger makes me sad. I suppose I could think of more eloquent, descriptive language for this feeling but I think the simplicity of "sad" says it all.

Then, it's like I begin to fold within; fold upon myself. Is that really God in there? Is that where I find him? Peace immediately comes. I seem to hear, "Here I am".

I'm aware that I look for God all around me. Trying to find a people, a place where this loneliness, this hunger will be fed. For now, for this time, I need to look deep within my soul and see The Wonder. It has to be enough for now. After all, it is all I have in this moment.

The question, then, is can it be enough? Can I live in that inner-ness? In all honesty it's not what I want but it is what I have.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Admission



Many years ago I lead a study of the book of John. To this day it was one of the most meaningful Bible studies I have ever done. It was about just looking at Jesus; how he lived each day; how he related to people.

As I remember one powerful thing I observed was how it was said of the disciples several times, "And then they believed". That gave me great comfort. It still does. These men who walked with Christ had to continually overcome doubt. Their conversion seemed to be life long instead of immediate.

I have found myself identifying with these followers once again.

Today it is written, "And then she believed."