Friday, May 29, 2020

Pentecost Approaches- Response to Evil, Injustice, Racism, Violence


Pentecost approaches!  Time to become:
  • spiritually and emotionally singed, but not burnt; 
  • holy & wholly quenched with Divine love, grace, hope, and peace so that we, as followers of Jesus, speak/live in boldness and action.

As a co-worker in Christ has been brutally murdered while in police custody-
consider this article about George Floyd's passionate ministry to make a difference in both Houston and Minneapolis. How will you and I denounce the injustice and moreover continue his ministry legacy?
https://www.christianitytoday.com/news/2020/may/george-floyd-ministry-houston-third-ward-church.html?fbclid=IwAR01O9H8GdyVa43AF9vQvAHuc5i-eLnzm_LBZeV1A4R8OJN1ihaE5YJUEqU

As UM clergy and lay leaders are aware that Minneapolis will be hosting our global denominational gathering in 2021 (delayed from May of 2020 due to COVID 19) -
consider Bishop Ough's of Minnesota Annual Conference (UMC) statement and the brave work of peacemakers in Minnesota. How can you and I be supportive of their "boots, high heels, tennis shoes, and sandals" on the ground building and re-building relationships and community?
https://www.minnesotaumc.org/newsdetail/bishops-statement-on-the-death-of-george-floyd-14009348

As we, who are changed and transformed by the gift of the Holy Spirit to live beyond all of our isms'/hatred/divides, etc... read, share, and learn more about how you can be a voice & how you can make a difference where you live. Our UM's Commission on Religion and Race has tools, learnings, articles, and resources https://www.gcorr.org/ How can you live, do, and be in your faith differently as the Holy Spirit supplies?

Pastors and Lay leaders... I am praying for what you will preach in your pulpits/online/windshield worship/YouTube/podcasts THIS PENTECOST!

I am praying for what you will pray through your intercessions THIS PENTECOST!

I am praying for what you will teach and share in your children/youth/'small talks' with God's little ones THIS PENTECOST!

But more than my prayers... the Holy Spirit is praying and brooding over our chaos as now is the ripe time to say no to evil, injustice, racism, violence... and now is the time to re-build, re-learn, and re-connect with one another to serve on behalf of a Jesus who loves all the little children of the world...

Praying UP for fiery, holy PENTECOST which transforms each of us from the inside out!


Thursday, February 13, 2020

State of Our Hearts


Let us pray… May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart
be pleasing in your sight, Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer. Psalm 19:14 | NIV | 

Everyone needs to have a labyrinth pattern with 1 red and 1 blue crayons. You may recognize this labyrinth pattern.  This is the labyrinth I walked on January 8, 2020 at an Episcopal church in Englewood, Florida.  I prayed for each of you by name as I walked. 

Please take your blue crayon and draw your path into the labyrinth. No worries, you cannot get lost.  Stay within the open “lanes” of the labyrinth.  Once you arrive at the center- pause to consider a fear, anxiety, stress, or frustration that you desire to leave with Jesus.  He can care for that better than you.  Just got that emotion or draw a  picture to represent what you’re leaving behind. (no one else in this room is gonna see that).  Write that in blue in the center. When you are done, set down your blue crayon.

Grab your red crayon. As you are ready, draw your exit from the center and follow the path all the way back through the labyrinth to the original entrance.

As you make your way consider that it takes 18 turns to move from outside labyrinth’s entrance into the center.  And an additional 18 turns to go from center back to entrance. 36 turns total. That is a lot of turning- hopefully turning toward the Lord.  Once you have exited the entrance, please set your crayons down.

As everyone is finished… take your labyrinth and hold it up- over where your heart is.   Consider with me this diagram of the human organ- the heart. 



What do you notice in the movement of blood flow in the human heart diagram compared with the movement you just accomplished following the labyrinth path?  Similar, yes?!

As the blood flows into the ride side of the heart, it is depicted as blue because it is in need of oxygen.  Enters the Right atrium, then Right ventricle.  Onto the lungs to get what it needs to fuel the body.  Later blood, seen in red, has been enriched by oxygen moves into Left Atrium and then Left Ventricle then out into the upper or lower parts of our bodies.  I read recently that one red blood cell in circulation will pass through the heart every 45 seconds! 

We moved towards God’s presence as symbolized in the labyrinth center.  You left an emotion behind for God to oxygenate as only God can do. The oxygenating process reminds me of the Psalmist who said, “Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.” Psalm 51:10 | NIV 

As I walked this labyrinth on January 8th, I considered this double movement (blood flow through my body and my journey into the sacred space).  I wondered about what the human heart teaches us about the movement of the Holy Spirit to heal us, redeem us, and sanctify us… as we give room for the Spirit to do Holy Work in us.  Because we are called by Jesus’ to “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.”  Matthew 22:37 | NIV |

Heart disease is the leading cause of death in the US.  So what is happening with our ability to love God & neighbor with whole hearts if heart disease is the leading cause of death in USA?  Let that sink in… 

Scientists have now concluded that there are significant connections between our emotional health and heart disease/dis-ease.  Funny, I think, that science has just now caught up to what the ancient believers knew.  Writer of Proverbs wrote a long time ago in a far far far away…”As water reflects the face, so one’s life reflects the heart.” Proverbs 27:19 | NIV |

What are our hearts reflecting? To one another? To the church? To the world…If our hearts are so diseased as to cause death rather than healthy enough to move us to put our faith into action- my goodness

Heart research has exploded with study after study about the correlation heart diseases and emotions.  They are collecting more and more scientific evidence of what L. Frank Baum, author of the Wizard of Oz, already knew (remember what the lion wanted most?  Courage…because he was fearful of everything! Yes, I know the Tin Man wanted a heart- but the lion did not have the heart of a lion.)  Science has confirmed that it is not just stress which adversely affects the heart… but depression, anxiety, unexpressed anger, and unresolved fear.  I will let that sink in a moment too.
Recently, researchers have discovered that there is a strong link between negative emotional states, brain circuitry, inflammation, and an increased risk of heart disease.
You may be familiar with a variety of medical terms about heart diseases… but here is what I have been mulling over… what if… we thought about…
·       Coronary artery disease or Congestive heart failure (either have narrowing of the arteries) experienced “…as having a heart of stone”
·       Heart attack or Myocardial infarction… might be what we call “…a broken heart”
·       Abnormal heart rhythms, or arrhythmia's and heart valve disease (valves do not open and close properly) “might want to consider how you unhealthily “…pour your heart out…” (fail to have boundaries)
·       Congenital heart disease (birth defects… malformed walls, arteries or veins), Heart muscle disease (cardiomyopathy) and mitral regurgitation (leaky backwards valves) “…sad heart as it is weak” or “lacking heart of a lion because weak”

Some of the preachers in this room have used the phrase “…break our hearts for what breaks yours, O God”.  But with all the heart disease among us and within us and since this is this is the leading cause of death here in the US… I wonder if we’ve been dying for the wrong things?! 

Clearly, Jesus models a death which is a sacrificial and redemptive death… and invites the old in us to die…while the new lives.  If you and I are fearful, anxious in everything, deeply depressed, and/or swallowing our anger and frustration… are we breaking our hearts for the wrong or proper things? Jesus is love.  Perfect love, scripture reminds us, casts out fear. Thus, it might seem that we’re not dying a redemptive death, but dying for the wrong things.

Prophet Jeremiah speaks of a new day in which, God will make a covenant with the people “I will put my law in their minds and write it on their hearts.  I will be their God, and they will be my people.” (Jeremiah 31:33)

·       What if writing God’s law on our hearts… is a tattooed promise we are never alone? 
·       What if writing God’s law on our hearts… is the gift that we need not lean into fear because our God is bigger than what scares us in the dark? 
·       What if our portion of the covenant is that we need not swallow our frustration/pain/anger/sense of un-justness in the world- but openly give that up… in order to wear “our hearts on our sleeves…”? 
·       What if you and I are called to be quietly courageous, as we trust that the blood of Christ will circulate… and give us what we need to keep going?

More importantly, what if this whole conversation has not been about our individual hearts?  What if the more important conversation to have is the state of the heart within the Body of Christ?

What if the heart within the Body of Christ is breaking for the wrong things?  Or dying with a disease it need not have? How is the Heart of the Body of Christ- fearful, anxious, angry/frustrated, and stressed?  What can you and I do to help turn this around?

I looked up contrite’s definition.  A contrite heart is a heart has turned around because it repents.  If you were to stretch out the blood vessel system from inside your body, it would extend over 60,000 miles. Imagine all the turns within your body that one single red blood cell makes on it’s journey to and from your heart? Our labyrinth pattern will look very simple in comparison. If a blood cell can do that.  Maybe I can.  Maybe you can.  Maybe the heart of the Body of Christ can.    

What if winning hearts for Jesus is leaning deep into the strength and comfort of God-Always-With-Us?  Jesus said, Truly I tell you, if anyone says to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and does not doubt in their heart but believes that what they say will happen, it will be done for them. Mark 11:23 | NIV 

What if having a heart of gold is what the writer of Proverbs 3:1-2 means when she/he wrote, “My son/daughter, do not forget my teaching, but keep my commands in your heart, for they will prolong your life many years and bring you peace and prosperity.” Proverbs 3:1-2 | NIV | 

Take this with you- what is more precious and valuable than peacefulness or being at peace and being fruitful or prosperous? Nothing. That is more precious than gold. A heart of gold. 

Wednesday, January 8, 2020

Hello Ocean

Hello Ocean, my old best friend!
We meet again on your sandy shores.

Matters not if I am six years old in skinny yellow bathing suit or twenty-something in a bikini or pushing fifty in a figure-flattering one piece...you welcome me just the same.

Open, spacious, massaging waves upon a beach littered with gifts of shells and creature discoveries. Really, you should not have?!  You give and give and give some more.

Hello Ocean, my old best friend!
Good to see you again...whether the Atlantic or Pacific coast, Caribbean island, or Gulf coast... you are different yet the same.  All the shades of blue are you.  Every mood from beauty and bright to dark and stormy.

Why do I always feel younger when I am with you even though I have aged?
What is this magic you weave that we are both forever young and playful?

Hello Ocean, my old best friend!
Your constant motion anchors me in beauty, hospitality, and wonder...

Goodbye, my old best friend...until we meet again!

My Detox'd Advent & Christmas

I do not know about your Advent and Christmas seasons, but I detox'd mine!

Typically, you detox your diet.  Get rid of the gross, bad-for-you-but-tastes-yummy-stuff.  Get cleaned out.  Remove built up toxins that inhibit your overall health and digestion.

Trade one set of foods for a better set.  Healthier set with high protein or high fiber or lots of green (maybe even organic) vegetables and fruits.  Fresh start.  Renewed energy and vitality.  Clean system!  Yay! Go you!

However, this past Advent/Christmas detox was not a diet for my body, but a spiritual discipline for my soul.  My soul just so happens to be a wife, mom, friend, writer, coach, spiritual director, lover of '80's music...and a preacher-pastor-overachiever-do-it-all-better-than-the-guys-kind of leader.

Before you think I am a church hater- let me be clear ministry is wonderful, exciting, challenging and invigorating!  And also clergy are imperfect people in an impossible vocation.  Ministry is hard, but good.  There can be toxic things, situations or people... but there are leaps of faith, mountains of grace, and inspiring moments of transformation too!

So it was during the 6th of my voluntary leave of absence, otherwise known as the "great leap of faith because God kicked me in the skirt to step out of my comfort zone";  that the church season turned into Advent, then came Christmas.  As I write this we are currently in my favorite season of Epiphany.

After all three seasons, now, I finally got it.  I got detox'd.  And have paused long enough to consider what my body and spirit just accomplished.

Instead of letting go of potato chips I did not worry with the worship committee about the proper amount and state of Christmas Eve candles.  Was that a detox of details or control?  There was no scurry around all month to visit shut ins and take them Holy Communion.  Was that letting go for others to minister?

No extra Bible studies to add into my schedule.  Could that be an invitation for others to lead or be lead in new ways?  No end-of-the-year financial planning to wrap up succinctly.  Might that be a challenge for accountability to come from another leader?  No extra scurry to squeeze in one or four unexpected funerals in-between Cantatas and Children's Programs and mission donation drives.  That was just a letting go of walking in grief with so many folks while self-aware of my own... sometimes what clergy carry is too much.  Simplify.  Set down.  Surrender.

Interesting how much more enjoyable it was to address and mail Christmas cards when it was daylight outside and not late into the night.  Heck- I was able to bake and decorate cookies with my daughter!  What fun!

More amazingly, doing that activity did not feel like I swapped one set of guilt expectations.  Mom guilt is real.  Pastor guilt is real too.  Stinks sometimes to have both.  Guilt A- How will I help my congregation richly engage spiritually this season? Versus Guilt B- How will I make meaningful memories with my daughter before she goes off to college?  No inner battle of guilt... just frosting, fun, and saturated fats!  Can you say, "Yum"?

The most noticeable difference in my Advent/Christmas detox was how I felt on Christmas morning.  I went to bed early.  I woke up early.  It was magical because the heavy fatigued stupor that has weighted me physically and emotionally on the last 25 Christmas mornings was gone.

Energy and zest!  I was ready to play the games, and eat all the food, and call the relatives. 

Huh... isn't that just what a detox is supposed to do?  Boost us for - what's next?

Thursday, December 12, 2019

12 Days

Traditionally and historically, the lyrics of the Twelve Days of Christmas carol were 'coded' to tell the story of God's work in the world through the birth of Jesus.

Well, after working through the 'peak season' of holiday on-line shopping via my little part time gig at an Amazon Fulfillment Center... I wrote my version of this little ditty.  Enjoy!

Hint- there is no hidden meaning... only a little fun about the uniqueness and quirkiness of my job which really speaks to how we buy anything and everything from online stores.

"Twelve Days of Peak"

On the twelfth day of peak
Michelle picked at Amazon for me:

12 cans of Pedigree dog food
11 Burt's Bees lip balms
10 pairs of Zombie hands
9 Frozen II toy dolls
8 quarts of 5W30 motor oil
7 reusable sandwich bags
6 Star Wars Lego sets
5 stainless steel straws
4 vegan ladies' hand bags
3 His and Hers Holiday oven mitts
2 pairs of hunting boots
and 1 Make American Great Again baseball hat

Wednesday, December 11, 2019

Tears, Tea and Tinsel

There are two truths about home.

1) There is no place like home.  (Thanks Dorothy.)

2) You cannot go back home again.  (Thanks Thomas Wolfe.)

As I sit at my writing desk within my newly built home for our first Advent and Christmas, these two truths irritate each other enough that my eyes have leaked tears for the past week.

Anyone else, get weepy at Christmas?

Or am I the only one who tears up when Bing Crosby croons, "I'll Be Home for Christmas"?  I cried while writing addresses on my Christmas cards this year.  I wept at the stoplight in our new (yet old) town.  Water filled my readers so that I could barely see the hymnal as we sang Advent carols while lighting the first lonely candle of Advent.

Truth is that I yearn for home.  My tired, hurting spirit thirsts for the familiar, comfortable, and homey safe space with all the people and faces I have known and loved.  And been loved in return.  Yet, I am aware that heaven has become crowded with more of my 'crew' than it was last year.  It was hard to write "deceased" in my address book as I moved through my Christmas card list.

Every Advent I fear that I am becoming more hypersensitive to suffering, pain, dislocation, injustice, perversion, evil, and deep sadness in people, families, relationships, and our world.  I weep through the news broadcast.  My sensitivity to the atrocities heightens my yearning for "home" almost to a state of panic.

Truth is I cannot go back home.  Our relocation to a small growing suburb west of Indianapolis is now the third time I have lived in this community.  I can tell you that I am home- but I have not come back home again- because this town and it's people are not the same (and also somewhat the same). Too much has shifted within me and this community (how many cornfields can grow into subdivisions?!) for everything to be exactly what it once was.

Again, it is in this unique season of waiting- preparing- hoping- longing that my spirit attunes to the sense that humans are spiritual creatures and therefore, we are not supposed to go "home again".  That simply is nostalgia but not our nature.  Instead we are designed for a bigger, broader and higher destination of 'home'.

As my garland tinsel twinkles on this unusual sunny winter morning and my tea simmers next to me, perhaps my tears speak more than any words can express.

My tears tell me that these two truths may irritate one another causing friction and angst.  But then, again these truths may also help you and I do the work together within our souls - to focus on who/where/what is our true eternal home...and our deep, deep longing to be there in all fullness.

"As the deer long for the water-brooks, so longs my soul for you, O God.
my soul is athirst for God, athirst for the living God, 
when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?  
My tears have been my food day and night, while all day long they say to me, "where now is your God?"  I pour out my soul when I think on these things, 
how I went with the multitude and led them into the house of God.
With the voice of praise and thanksgiving, among those who keep holy-day.  
Why are you so full or heaviness, O my soul? and why are you so disquieted within me? Put your trust in God, for I will yet give thanks to him, who is the help of my countenance, and my God." Psalm 42:1-7


Yes, there is no other place quite like home.

Yes, you cannot return home again because you and I are meant for home.


Wednesday, November 20, 2019

The Writing Before Me


What a gift of affirmation for me, when someone asks, "So, what are you writing about now?"

That question was presented to me by dear friends last week which got me to thinking;  "What have I been writing about these last few weeks?"

Here's my list...

1) The outline for my non-fiction book along with three sample chapters has been started.  I am in the content/editing phase of those chapters. Then, I need to buckle down and fill in the chapter summaries!  I have a long way to go on this project, but I am excited about the direction, tone, and content of my writing plans.

2) Our Life Fuel Retreat Ministry launched and we've already received several bookings.  So, my dear co-leader, Rhonda, and I are busy writing, organizing, and preparing retreat curriculum and content!  Exciting things are happening with this ministry!!

3) My annual thanksgiving list will be written in the next week so stay tuned for that letter of gratitude.  And after that, the family Christmas letter will be a must on my To Do List.  Those letters bring me to the final area of my writing lately...

4) Correspondence: emails, texts, and notes; also have preoccupied my writing time.  Communication, communication, and more communication makes the wheels of the world go around and around!

And when I am not writing, I am in the Word.  In late summer I re-introduced the Daily Office to my prayer and mediation time.  Meditating on sacred writings feeds my spirit so that my writing flows.

What writing is before you?