Thursday, November 30, 2023

Promise

 


Jeremiah 33:14-16New International Version (NIV)
The oldest complete Jesse Tree window
 is in Chartres Cathedral, 1145.

14 “‘The days are coming,’ declares the Lord, ‘when I will fulfill the good promise I made to the people of Israel and Judah.
15 “‘In those days and at that time
    I will make a righteous Branch sprout from David’s line;
    he will do what is just and right in the land.
16 In those days Judah will be saved
    and Jerusalem will live in safety.
This is the name by which it[a] will be called:
    The Lord Our Righteous Savior.’


As a genealogist, the Jesse Tree and genealogy of Jesus have always interested me.  The scripture today states that Jesus is the fulfillment of the promise made to the people of Israel and Judah.  Re-reading that passage reminded me of a quote on Facebook I saw the other day. The Chickasaw poet Linda Hogan said, "Walking.  I am listening to a deeper way.  Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me.  Be still, they say.  Watch and listen.  You are the result of the love of thousands."

We are all the fulfillment of a promise made to our ancestors who struggled with a life not as comfortable as ours is.  Just knowing that their struggles, hardships, hopes and love brought me where I am, gives me the urge to be the right kind of fulfillment of their promise.  I may not save the world, but I can certainly "do what is just and right in the land."  I owe them.

REPRINTED from November 30, 2015 Church blog.

Monday, September 4, 2023

The Holy Spirit whispers.. . . .

 


Several weeks ago having dinner with new friends here, I discovered the woman down the hall, Dee was a writer.  We were trying to explain what writing poetry was like to Dave and Margaret, our dining companions.  

The next day, I was on my patio writing the poem "Words in the Wind" when Dee came walking by.  I called to her to come sit and read the poem inspired by our conversation the night before.  She wanted to read other poems, so I pulled everything on my blog that was labeled poetry including a piece that I wrote for Pentecost about the hymn "Spirit of Gentleness" which is some of the most beautiful poetry I've ever read.  The message is beautiful but the sounds of the words also  move me.

I don't think Dee is a very "churchy" person but her eyes widened and watered when she read some of the stanzas in that hymn.  "This is a hymn?"  I nodded and replied, "some of my favorite lines are from the Bible."

From the bondage of sorrow

The captives dream dreams.

Our women see visions;

Our men clear their eyes. 

(Psalm 126:1 and Acts 2: 17)  She looked at me and said again, "The Bible?"  I nodded.  She got up to leave.  She later told me she was inspired to write a poem that night (after a year long dry spell).  I am hoping she was inspired to open the Bible in addition to writing a poem.

Photo by Emmanuel Phaeton on Unsplash

Thursday, August 17, 2023

Words in the Wind

 


Words, images, ideas whirl in my head like leaves in the wind.

I try to catch them in the breeze, but they have their own mind.

I sit  and watch and wait.

The wind slows, 

the leaves drift down---

Fluttering to the ground, 

settling in the grass:

Like poetry on a page.

Sunday, July 23, 2023

Balance

 


When attempting to write my "This, I believe" statement, I started to write about the importance of teaching children how to be happy, successful adults.  It was important to me that our daughters had a balanced life: social, physical activity, team work, creativity, music, academics, service, spiritual.  So, when one wanted to quit the church choir, she needed to find another way to serve, be on a team, be spiritual and have music in her life.

And then it hit me:  "BALANCE" has been the overarching goal of my entire life not just in parenting.  As a stay at home mom, I always volunteered at the church, attended classes, served my community, did something that gave me pleasure and did some sort of exercise in addition to traditional "Mom roles" .  It wasn't always easy maintaining that balance.  My volunteer positions often stole time for me and time for my family.  I didn't have time for personal reflection or fun while I ran from activity to activity.  I used my dining room chairs to keep balance.

Having my finger in so many pots sometimes lead to a cluttered house.  One of the ways I stayed organized, active and clutter free was to put notebooks, gym bags, books on my dining room chairs.  Each chair represented an activity:  Picture Lady at Henry School, Church circle, Citizen's Advisory Council, AAUW, Mademoiselle Health Club,  Historical Society, Parkway evening classes, Sunday School Teaching.  Being a people-pleaser, it's hard for me to say no when asked to take on a new responsibility but when I ran out of dining room chairs, I could either quit something or I would have  to say no to something new.  This allowed me to still volunteer but also kept me from getting so involved that I didn't have "fun time" with my children or for myself: I was able to focus on other aspects of my life. I'm sure I puzzled a lot of people when I'd say, "Sorry, I can't---I've run out of dining room chairs".  

Every aspect of my life tries to achieve balance. My diet is balanced: I choose mixed vegetable, a salad and mixed fruit  rather than an apple or green beans.  The church blog balances announcements, prayers, mission, inspiration and scripture. I was more pleased when my daughters were nominated for Best All-Around than when they were class officers or on homecoming court. I even rotate my shoes, wearing a different pair each day which dictates what I wear more than the weather does.

Sometimes it's hard for others to see the importance of balance.  Dave could watch Major Crimes repeats all day but I insist on the TV being off until noon.  Although he is an introvert, I try to get him to socialize, in addition to his much needed time alone. Balance in politics is also something I cannot control. Although I can vote for the most moderate candidate, she often does not win.  I'm not happy when one party is in control.  I love the give and take of compromise.

Balance in my religious/spiritual life is also important: worship, study, service, meditation.  We worship with YouTube, attend Small Groups and Sunday School via Zoom with our St. Mark friends, but our service, meditation and social are done mostly here at McCrite, our retirement home.  I use my Stephen Ministry training to listen to my new friends here, but I also help others when possible like bringing packages to my neighbor who doesn't walk well or listening patiently while a friend tells me repeatedly (sometimes within an hour's time) about her job before she retired.  While the weather is nice, I sit outside for meditation but we also have several meditation opportunities here at McCrite through videos, staff members hosting devotionals and Tai Chi.  I'm optimistic that my spiritual life will soon be in balance too.

So how does my core belief of balance impact my spiritual life?  When I feel anxious, stressed or overwhelmed with concerns, I pray for help. . . .not for answers.  My life sometimes feels out of control; I'm floundering.  I know the answers are within me, but I doubt myself.  This happens mostly at 3 AM when I am most vulnerable.  I say a prayer and  have faith that God is there to support me through the night and will help me in the morning. . What I need is reassurance, a bit of propping up until I can . . .get my balance.

.So, when McCrite offered a class in balance, I smiled to myself knowing that was one class I probably wouldn't need for awhile.  Not only do I try to balance my life, but I also still practice yoga most mornings ending in the tree pose at the end of my version of Salute to the Sun.

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Thursday, June 1, 2023

Spirit of Gentleness

 Spirit, spirit of gentleness,

Blow through the wilderness, 

Calling and free.

Spirit, spirit of restlessness,

Stir me from placidness

Wind, wind on the sea.


Sometimes a hymn sung on Sunday stays in my head a few days bringing me peace and comfort.  It's as if the entire congregation singing the hymn are wrapping around me like a giant embrace.   At 3 AM hearing the hymn in my head rocks me to sleep like a lullaby.

Last Sunday, as we sang the hymn "Spirit of Gentleness", I was struck by the poetry of the words: not just the images or meaning of the words but the beautiful sounds of the words. This hymn is awash with sibilance which is, for me, very soothing.  The image is of wind which can be gentle but also can be strong as wind often is near the sea.  But it is also an image of the Holy Spirit blowing us with energy.  The imagery is beautiful and yet, there's also the sounds of the words, sibilance, with the "s" sound:  "spirit of gentleness. . .spirit of restlessness . . . .stir me from placidness" I found myself singing it while exhaling a lot of air and emphasizing the "s" sound.

The refrain opens with "Spirit, spirit of gentleness" but concludes with "Wind, wind on the sea" : one is a gentle breeze and the other a stronger wind on the sea wanting us to move.  We can sit back and enjoy a gentle breeze but the stronger wind pushes us, directs us, forces us to move with the wind at our backs. The Holy Spirit may be with us all of the time but when it needs us to move, it urges us forward.

Although first three verses tell the history of the Holy Spirit at creation, with Moses and with Jesus at birth, the final verse, switches from past tense to present  tense:

You call from tomorrow;

You break ancient schemes;

From the bondage of sorrow

The captives dream dreams.

Our women see visions;

Our men clear their eyes.

With bold new decisions

Your people arise.

The sibulant sounds of the final words in each line, gives us a gentle hug while the meaning and images are pushing us forward.  This is followed by the refrain which gently holds us and yet encourages us to move forward:  much like a parent urging a child with anxiety to take that first step.  The Spirit is gentle but urging us to move forward, to go, to grow.

It's all too easy for us to be complacent:  sitting in the sun enjoying a gentle ocean breeze.  But, we need to be aware of when the Spirit wants us to move---be aware that the wind is picking up and is no longer soothing us but now blustering and we need to move.  

Between Two Worlds

Most of my life, I've considered it fortunate that I was just ahead of the Baby-boom. Generally, the Baby-boomers were born between 1946 and 1964 after the fathers returned from World War II. It was a huge population explosion that has reverberated through American society.

This blog will be part history, part memories, part reflections of a retired teacher, but active "Senior". I have always felt like I straddled two generations forming a bridge. Sometimes I think like a baby-boomer, but sometimes I'm locked into my parents' Depression era thinking. I'm a dichotomy of two eras. But, I'm always ready to try something new---so here I am dipping my toes in the water of Blogworld.