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Living Intentionally

We all order our daily lives based on a variety of imposed expectations and demands from family members and work schedules, as well as personal preferences and civil calendars. We set our alarms, follow well established routines for grooming, eating, commuting, exercising, working, and resting. We are more than creatures of habit. We respond to the necessary rhythms of life imposed by external demands and internal desires because we are created to be relational. Relationships depend on regular nurturing and are most healthy when we are dependable and intentional about maintaining them.

A Rule is like a trellis, giving support and shape to a growing spiritual life.

Relationships are fragile. We guard those that are most precious to us and neglect those that don’t seem important enough to invest our time and energy in. We are in relationship with ourselves, with those we share our life with and most importantly, we are in relationship with God and God’s creation.

Throughout the centuries, religious communities have lived under a Rule in order to foster a Christ-like rhythm of living simply and sacramentally, in community and in the world. Have you ever considered creating a personal Rule of Life? How would you begin? What sort of things should you take into account?

This is an invitation to YOU to intentionally shape and grow your relationship with God and self, in order to strengthen and honor your relationships with Mother Earth and others. The idea of writing a Rule of Life may seem daunting. I will guide us through a simple but serious process of  discernment and sythesis using a workbook created by the Society of Saint John the Evangelist (SSJE). Sermon reflections derived from their Rule of Life can be read on their website: www.SSJE.org/monasticwisdom.

Developing a Rule of Life can be found on its own page by clicking the link here or in the header. I look forward to revising my own Rule and helping you write your own. Let me know how you are doing with it.

It has been weeks since my last post; weeks filled with change, loss, transformation, growth, dreaming, packing, letting go, taking on, being empty and being filled. In other words, life!

One child is moving away with her family; family I see weekly and will miss terribly. One child is preparing for his wedding next month. He already lives far away and I miss him like crazy. My husband and I have been blessed to have such wonderful children, now adults, and we can’t imagine enough new ways to fill up the spaces they leave behind as they grow their own families.

A dear friend has moved away. Many clergy colleagues are reappointed to preach in new pulpits to new congregations. Their ever expanding circles of grace continue to flow and overlap and return. I pray for them all even as I know I will not see them again anytime soon. In other words, life! Mine is a life rich with relationships and love, admiration and joy, struggle and resilience, mending and breaking.

I find strength and solace when I get really quiet and listen to the sounds of the lake. Gentle breezes carry the call of the loons and the screech of young eagles in the nest, the soft sound of a fisherman’s cast, a fish jumping, a squirrel’s chatter. The light on the water is ever changing. The color of pine and blueberry scrub fill my morning and today it is enough.

The Body of Christ, honey sweet and dry

Course grains finding places to hide in the mouth

as if to linger, too much to swallow yet leaving me wanting more.

The Blood of Christ, burning on lips and tongue

Binding to sweet crumbs, softening and swelling.

“Just so, I am completed in you.”

Singing in silence, wanting to touch and be touched,

Accepting the unity and solitude of the encounter,

I retreat from the table to lift a word of thanksgiving.

It is finished.  The table is cleared.

The candles are extinguished.

All settles into a silence and a waiting.

Before this emptied table I bend the knee of my heart.

Encouraged by a cloud of witnesses I dare to lean.

Forgive me for I know not what I do.

Like an embrace of grace, the Beloved offers forgiveness to the lover.

Pure white atop penitential purple, the cloths lie still.

I quietly kiss the place where the body once lay. But where have they taken it?

My burning cheek presses against the spot, still warmed by Holy presence.

My lips ache to kiss the feet, to kiss the hands.

Arms outstretched, I long to receive the kiss of the mouth.

But the sacrifice, so carefully consumed, leaves no trace but my tears.

Turning from the table, my fingers curl to fists,

To stifle ageless moans of longing.

I kneel. I sit. I lift the skirts of the table and lie beneath it.

Arms outstretched, again I weep, for even here I find no kisses, no crumbs.

The empty table holds me captive until the Beloved returns.

Christ Be Your Light

Your Light and Salvation

In Whom You Trust

In Whom You Trust

 

Consider the Ravens

I have been quiet for a few weeks. Sometimes when I prepare to preach, God’s Spirit moves in a profound way. So it was after sharing my guiding principles with my faith community. While I have a number of projects to tend to, God drew me to a place of quiet reflection.  These periods of relative silence are fundamental to my discipline of discernment. Out of the silence, I emerge more focused and intentional. My work is more fruitful and my voice a little bolder.  

A friend’s blog directed me to Raven’s Bread Ministries, a ministry for men and women who seek a solitary life. I then read “Consider the Ravens,” a summation of posts by others seeking to live in the simplest way in order to direct the majority of their time and energy to prayer. At first look, it may seem impossible to live a solitary life in the 21st century. The reality is that more and more individuals not only seek a simple, set apart life but are able to find a way to live into a ‘hermit’s way.’

This may strike you as personally irrelevant, living as you do in a Post-Christian world, but even a cursory survey of Scripture reveals our need to have time apart for prayer and reflection; time to hear God’s voice; time to choose a life in concert with our brothers, our sisters, and creation.

In Sunday’s reading from Isaiah 49:8-16a, God meets the needs of God’s servant: “I have answered you. I have helped you.  I have kept you.” Sheldon Sorge writes in his essay in Feasting on the Word, “Flush with a personal encounter with God’s redemptive work, the minister is equipped to go public with God’s good news.” He continues, “Those who would minister in Christ’s name must first tend to their own souls, availing themselves of God’s help before offering it to others.”

Very soon, we will enter the season of Lent. There is no better time to consider our life choices, our life styles, our personal consumer practices in light of a world where economic injustice prevails, our earth suffers, and our children trust us with their futures.

I have often thought if the Church was on the right path and working according to God’s plans; if the Church was righteous, in harmony with God and God’s creation, then the dis-eases and strife of this world could be resolved and God’s peaceable Kingdom would emerge.  Naïve you say? Impossible?  My understanding, through Scripture and the experiences of my lifetime of walking with God, tell me God’s peaceable Kingdom is not only possible but it is expected! It is longed for and hoped for by many. The Church’s charge is to make disciples. Our charge as United Methodists is to make disciples for the transformation of the world; that is, bringing about the Kingdom of God in this world as we anticipate the next.

What are we missing? We are church going folk. We, you and I, seem to be doing okay!  I count myself among the privileged of today’s world. I have much more than the basic necessities of life. I worship in a beautiful building with a community of believers. Together we have the resources to support wonderful pastoral leadership, inspiring staff and community building programs. I have an education, a home and the freedom to travel and enjoy times of recreation. On the whole, I have a Very Good Life.

It grieves me that not everyone can say this. Increasingly, those who were living a “good life” have lost it. Homes, jobs, security, resources have all been stripped away. Increasingly, those who sought the “good life” (the immigrant, the young adult just getting started, those who have suffered injury or illness, natural disasters and unjust actions), have lost any grasp they had on the good life. Increasingly, those who are the ‘poor among us’ have been pressed beyond the margins. They have been silenced and made virtually invisible. They yearn for any kind of a life! What are we missing? If the Church is being the Church why is there no change? Why not progress toward a peaceable existence?

When we come into this world, regardless of where we live, we can be certain of receiving at least three things: time, space and relationship. Our primary relationship is with God, the very author of our being, followed by our relationship with the one that gives us birth. As we live and grow, what we do with our time, space and relationships, becomes our personal responsibility. With so few guarantees in this life, then, what can we count on?  I struggle along with others of my generation, and those that follow, to cast my vision beyond the increasingly elusive “American Dream” aka “the Good Life,” to the greater possibilities God promises everyone, “a relationship with Jesus Christ that offers us an Abundant Life.”

In seeking this Abundant Life for myself, I’ve arrived at a few basic Rules (or Principles) of Life. While not all inclusive, they have been helpful to shaping my Spiritual Journey and informing my decision making. I share them with you this morning. These are: Live by Faith, Trust in Prayer and Offer a Word.

I have long understood it is best to “mind my own business.” By this I mean, do my own inner work, seek my own answers, test my own assumptions and understandings, then come to my own understanding of my place in the world. Very briefly I will say something about each of these Rules as we look at today’s reading from the prophet Isaiah 58: 1-9a.

Live By Faith

The post-exhilic Israelites have returned from their captivity in Babylon, to rebuild Jerusalem and the temple, and to re-claim their observance of Sabbath, a sign of their Jewish-ness and a condition for experiencing God’s salvation in its fullness. Their leaders know themselves to be very religious; fasting, seeking to know God through ritual and worship. They lie about in sack cloth and ashes and bow their heads in an outward sign of humility. “Why”, they ask God, “do you not hear us?” “Why do we fast if you don’t take notice of us? The Jewish leaders are already known by others, according to the prophet Isaiah, to be corrupt and self-serving; returning to idolatrous practices. Their Temple is still in ruins, literally and perhaps figuratively speaking. This Isaiah text is not unlike the Micah 6 lectionary reading from last week. You may recall how the people of Israel were called to accountability, into God’s court if you will, for their behavior; not for what they were doing as much as for how they were doing it and what they were leaving undone. Micah 6:8 reminds us that the Lord requires us to work for justice, to love mercy and walk humbly with God.

Here in Isaiah we are reminded, again, that God does not delight in all of our outward practices unless they are honored as a means of God’s grace. There is a difference between being religious and living a life of faith in God. Hypocritically, the Israelites were self absorbed in their pious rituals at the same time they were oppressing their own workers and embroiled in quarrels and fights. When God’s grace is conveyed to the inner soul and life of a person, change takes place. Isaiah 58:6-7, “Is this not the fast that I choose: to loose the bonds of injustice? “Is it not to share your bread with the hungry and bring the homeless poor into your house?” Cover the naked and don’t hide yourself from your own kin.  “According to Torah, hiding oneself from one’s own kin means pretending that some people do not exist or that care will be given to the needy by someone else. “ (*see Feasting on the Word)

True fasting involves dealing with those conditions, situations and people that are ethically corrupting and corrupted, for the sake of the oppressed and for the common good. (FotW) This is the fast/sacrifice which God wants to see. This is what God wants to hear, what God wants to strengthen and grow in us.V8: Then your light shall break forth like the dawn, and your healing shall spring up quickly …. Then you shall call, and the Lord will answer; you shall cry for help, and he will say, Here I am.

The community’s responsiveness to one another has a direct effect on how God will respond to the community. Isaiah instructs his listeners that when they live out a life of love God will answer them when they call. This leads us to the second rule:

Trust in Prayer

“O Lord Come to Our Assistance, Make Haste to Help Us.”

This is a well known prayer response in the tradition of the Church. A Prayer life that is authentic and faith-filled is a fundamental discipline in the life of a Christian. To some, prayer comes naturally and easily but to others, prayer can be a struggle. We find ourselves back at the basics of time, space and relationship. In an essay, Gerald May writes this about space. “It is an addiction of the first order that we feel we must always be filling up our spaces.” He is not just speaking about physical space like a desktop or garage. Rather he is including inner soul searching kind of space We do not like spaciousness because of what appears to us within it. When I pause for a moment and let my mind settle down, he remarks, what comes in?  The things I have put off, the worries I have been avoiding, the bad feelings I have stifled.” No doubt about it! It is a discipline to make time for prayer. It is a commitment to make space in your mind for the prayer dialogue and yet, prayer is at the foundation of any trusting relationship with God.

Isaiah 58:9,“What no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the human heart conceived, what God has prepared for those who love him” __ these things God has revealed to us through the Spirit; for the Spirit teaches everything, even the depths of God ….. interpreting spiritual things to those who are spiritual. The Spirit meets us in those prayer moments and speaks to our own spirit; assuring us, guiding us, transforming us and sending us to be the body of Christ in the world.  As a Church we are admonished to set aside our God given time to encounter God through prayer, to consecrate the day and ourselves to God, to make ourselves fully present to God’s love so we might carry God’s love out into the daily-ness of our life.

There are many different forms of prayer and scripture tells us God lives within the praises of his people. It is not important how you prayer, only that you do pray.  This leads me to my final rule:

Offer a Word

Worship is not complete until it translates into some outward sign of God’s grace. God’s love in action is the best way to describe it. We are to be the Word of God embodied, as the opening prayer of St. Teresa of Avila describes so simply. We are to be the hands, feet and compassion filled eyes of Christ in a troubled world. I close with this observation, recently written about by a fellow member of the Order of Saint Luke, Tom Beveridge.

“The shelter is located in a 117 year-old Roman Catholic church that closed several years ago.  It’s a beautiful red brick structure, French-gothic style, soaring spire at one corner, stately, white limestone interior, delicate arches along the sides of the nave.  In its day, it was an architectural gem. The main shelter is in the nave of the church – the word “nave,” has the same root as the word “navy,” being a vessel that shelters and carries people thru stormy seas of life.”  The hospitality desk where the male guests check in, and where Tom and Amy stopped to deliver their bread, is “smack-dab where the high altar used to be” and a few steps away from the crossing were the tables where the men eat.

Tom writes, “Think about this as a metaphor for hospitality in the name of Jesus Christ.  Along the side walls, right next to where sleeping quarters are set up are the Stations of the Cross. ..  And across the back, which struck me as a reminder of the corporate sin that creates a need for any of this, are the confessional booths.”

“On our way out, we stopped to talk with one man who was getting a haircut … in the room that was a former sacristy,” where the vestments and communion vessels are stored and communion is prepared!  This man told us that he plays organ and piano for a church somewhere in the city… and yet he is among the growing population of men, women and children needing shelter and basic services.

The barber is a volunteer himself. He talked with Tom about his sense of what he does as ministry — helping guys to feel better about themselves and, if they are lucky enough to get a job interview, to look better for it.  Tom had driven past that old church for years.  Seeing it now from the inside gave them a very new perspective and caused them to ask, “How does the Sacrament of the Table, our Holy Communion, relate to sacramental living in a ‘world of need’.  “What makes a church the Church?  This shelter used to be a church but isn’t anymore … or perhaps it is more Church than it ever was before?”

Sing to the Lord

The gentle contact of the wooden mallet, revolving slowly and consistently around the rim of the bowl, sets the molecules in the metal into motion; they vibrate in response to the touch and movement, and the bowl “sings”.

Imagine the Church, each member, you and me, like this singing bowl.  Imagine if, one by one, we permitted the gentle touch of God’s Spirit to encircle us, slowly, continuously, setting our spirits into motion until we vibrated with the joy of it.  The sound that would rise up would rival any heavenly chorus and our hearts would be full: full of faith, full of Christ, full of rejoicing, and ready to receive the Holy One.

Living a sacramental life teaches us to hold all that we have as sacred; our time, our space and all of our relationships. Daily prayer, weekly worship, studying scripture and sharing our lives with others are all aspects of a sacramental life. How we take care of our homes and value the tools and resources we have can also be an expression of our gratitude for the life we have.

Is your home a place of worship? Is your home set apart as dedicated to God? In her book, “Reminders of God: Altars for Personal and Family Devotion,” Ann Grizzle shares helpful insights into the how and why of creating a personal, home altar.  I have used this resource in a variety of retreat settings.  My own sacred space changes depending on the books, objects or images that resonate with my prayers and reflections.

The altar reminds us to take time to pray, read, journal and rest in the presence of God; it is a portal to a personal encounter with God. Please visit my “Worship in the Home”page for an expanded discussion of Grizzle’s book and consider a home altar of your own.

This morning I lingered over one more cup of coffee and found myself gazing at the sunlight, filtering through my Christmas tree.  I know lots of folks who are in a hurry to ‘light the lights and trim the tree’ only to take everything down before the New Year. But I am one that likes to take my time before, during and after Christmas day. All my expired  coupons for 2010 have already been tossed into the paper recycle bag. Left overs have long since been remade into soups and casseroles, overeaten and sometimes simply tossed out in the compost pile. Gone are the crumpled foil remnants of wrapped, unwrapped, and re-wrapped cookies and brownies (I do miss those).

Is it really time to pack up and put away Christmas? I don’t mean removing bows from the banister or winding up strings of lights. I’m not thinking, really, about dissembling the artificial tree or reflecting one more time on when or from whom a certain ornament or stocking or card was received. Rather, has the advent journey really come and gone? Have I wrapped myself in all the richness and revelation that comes to us through the gospel story? Have I seen enough light this season? Have I finished counting the many times of when or from whom Christ’s light was received. Did I do my part to offer the true light of Christ to others?

It probably is time to pack up the physical remnants of Christmas 2010, but put it away? I don’t think so. The journey is simply this, one step at a time, until the coming of Christ again; in a look, an action, a Word, a prayer, an offer of love. There is no box that can contain Christmas.

Blessings,

Deacon Gates