What is in your purse? or Where is your treasure?

Yesterday someone broke into my home and stole several thousand dollars worth of possessions from Bruce and me. They also stole some things from me that were passed down from my grandparents and my dad who is no longer living. I am sad that someone chose to invade my life and help themselves to what did not belong to them. Such is the brokenness of the world we live in. Here are some thoughts that this event churned up inside of me.

I have the great pleasure of being in California this week spending time with my family. I love my family. No one knows me like they do and they choose to love me anyway. I have been blessed with a family that will stick by me through thick and through thin. We have shared many joys and many sorrows together. Sometimes our relationships have been tested but we have always turned back toward one another. We do this because we are a family and so we choose love.

When I was a little girl and a member of the youngest generation of my family I had a great since of belonging. I felt like I was a part of two tribes. One was my dad’s family and the other was my mom’s family. They were very different tribes and I loved being a member of both of them. I learned how to relate to God, other people, and the world through the influence of my family. Children learn through observation and I remember doing a lot of watching and learning as a child. I was the youngest child in my immediate family and I had thirty-two first cousins that were older than me so I had many people to look up to.

As a young adult I began having children of my own and I began the cycle all over again for my children. I wanted my children to grow up with a strong tribal connection to their family. Bruce and I cultivated a close relationship for our children with their grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. I believe that it is important to know who you are and where you come from because this gives us  a sense of belonging and grounding in the world. I love the influence that my parents and Bruce’s parents have had on my children as they have been finding their way in life. I’m thankful for the relationships that exist with my children and their aunts and uncles. This gives them someone to look up to and learn from as they journey through the ups and downs that life brings. I’m thankful for the relationships that have developed with my children and their cousins. These are their peers and hopefully, they will be a strength to them for a lifetime.

Now my children are having children. It is time for them to pass this heritage on to my grandchildren. I love being with my grandchildren. Yesterday, I was reading and my grandson, Noah, who is five years old asked me what I was reading about. I told him that I was reading about relationships. He said, “What is a relationship?” I explained to him what our relationship was and then what other relationships were with other people in his life. It is so much fun to have these spontaneous moments with him. He is a very inquisitive child and we have great conversations. Being a grandmother is the greatest gift in the world. I love that Noah asks everyday that I am staying at his house how much longer I am going to stay. He never wants me to leave. It feels good to be so loved and wanted by him. I believe that this is how God sees me and loves me. God looks forward to being with me everyday. God doesn’t want me to leave because of the love relationship that we have with one another.

So where is my treasure? It is with things that are eternal. My relationships with the people in my life are eternal. The things that will have lasting meaning for me are the relationships in my life. My tribe will carry on long after I have taken my last breath on earth. Many generations will come after me and although I will be forgotten, my life will carry on into eternity.

Sell your possessions and give to the poor. Provide purses for yourselves that will not wear out, a treasure in heaven that will never fail, where no thief comes near and no moth destroys.  For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

                                                                                 Luke 12:33-34

O Holy Night

I was at a Christmas Party recently and was asked to share my favorite Christmas Carol in way of introducing myself. I did not have to think twice about my choice. I have been listening to O Holy Night since I was a young girl. When I hear this song it ignites hope in me. It reminds me of the passage that Jesus chose to begin his public ministry in Nazareth. He read from the book of Isaiah proclaiming:

“The Spirit of the Lord is on me,
because he has anointed me
to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners
and recovery of sight for the blind,
to set the oppressed free,
to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.”

Jesus told the people that he was the fulfillment of this message and that this good news was for everyone, even their enemies. Unfortunately, when the crowd heard this they tried to throw him off a cliff.

O Holy Night proclaims a thrill of hope for a weary world. Is there anyone who does not need to hear this message of hope? As a follower of Jesus, I to, want to be a messenger of hope to a weary world.

While I was at this party, I had a conversation with a friend of mine who is very passionate about social justice. Our conversations alway encourage me because I see her heart of compassion for a weary world. She sees the suffering and the oppression in the world and it is never far from her thoughts and prayers. In the course of this conversation, we talked about the newly released movie, 12 Years A Slave. This is the true story of a free man living in New York in 1841. He gets kidnapped and taken to the south and is enslaved for the next twelve years (the slave is our brother). I went to see this movie on Thanksgiving. The movie was painful to watch. It shows the cruelty of slavery that we inflicted on people of color for hundreds of years. One of the most painful parts was to see how the Bible was used to justify torture and oppression. This is such a contrast to the life and mission of Jesus. I choose to expose myself to these stories to remind me that the world is still in sin and error pining. We would like to think that oppression and injustice are a thing of the past in this country. I know that this is so far from the truth.

I have found in my own life that when I speak of the oppressed poor in this country I ignite anger or defensiveness in those who find comfort in there social position. The conversation always turns to the poor in other nations and how rich we are in America. While I know that statically this is a true statement I also know that we have a responsibility to care for the poor of this nation. What I often hear is harsh words and blame for those who find themselves in need in America. It must be their fault that they are poor. After all they live in the wealthiest nation on earth. What is wrong with them? They must be lazy. According to the Census Bureau of 2011 nearly 50 million Americans are living in poverty. This is due to the rise in unemployment or low wage employment. Many of the people living in poverty in this country are working. They are not lazy. To live in the wealthiest nation in the world and still go to bed hungry and without heat is a national disgrace. This tells me that we are a nation without compassion for those in need in our very midst. Yes, I do believe that we must care for the poor in other parts of the world but shouldn’t we also care for those in our own community. To use the poor of the world to ignore the poor in our midst is cruel. It seems at Christmas time our hearts open to those in need and we tend to give a bit more than usual. This is a good start but we must find a way to relieve suffering that has a lasting impact. I know that it is unfair that I happen to be born into a nation that is rich. I did not choose this or deserve this it just came to me. No one chooses their place of birth. Jesus was born in poverty. He grew up in a small town and learned to make a living as a carpenter. As a man of thirty he stepped into the center of his world and preached this good news that God cares for the poor, the prisoner, the sick and the oppressed. He then spent the next three years living out this mission by extending love, healing and compassion to those in need. The powerful and wealthy of his community did not like what they saw happening and felt threatened by his life and message. Their response was to oppose him to the point of conspiracy and murder.

The final verse of this song sums up what I believe and hope for in this Christmas season and in every season of the year. Let us seek to love one another, break the chains of oppression and work for true peace toward all of creation!

Oh Holy Night

Oh holy night!
The stars are brightly shining
It is the night of the dear Savior's birth!
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till he appear'd and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn!

Fall on your knees
Oh hear the angel voices
Oh night divine
Oh night when Christ was born
Oh night divine
Oh night divine

Led by the light of Faith serenely beaming
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand
So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming
Here come the wise men from Orient land
The King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger
In all our trials born to be our friend

Truly He taught us to love one another
His law is love and His gospel is peace
Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother
And in His name all oppression shall cease
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
Let all within us praise His holy name

Do You Know Who You Are?

Last night as I was surfing the channels of the TV looking for something to watch before falling asleep, I came across a documentary on the life of Richard Pryor. His story pulled me in and what I saw was a man that has lived the “American Dream.” He grew up in a brothel under the care of his grandmother. His childhood was a hellish nightmare and when he reached adulthood he used humor to keep the demons of his past at bay. This led him to a very lucrative career as a stand-up comedian and as an actor. Richard’s humor was laced with much vulgarity and he often used the word “nigger” in his act. He was a classic example of someone that was laughing on the outside and crying on the inside. After achieving much success and becoming rich and famous his life began to crumble and in his despair he tried to take his life by setting himself on fire. Amazingly, he survived and this is when his life took a turn for the better. He began to take a deeper look at his life and for the first time discover who he truly was. A friend encouraged him to take a trip to Africa and this experience changed him. He saw dignity in the people of Africa and in turn found dignity in himself. Richard made the decision to never use the word “nigger” again to make people laugh.

When we take the time to look at our lives we discover that each of us is made in the image of God and that we are of high value. Sadly, this is not the message that we hear from many of our life experiences. There are far too many people in our world that have suffered from abuse and trauma that have left them laughing on the outside and crying on the inside. I am thankful for a God who sees us, hears us and has a desire to walk with us in our suffering. I know that God brings healing to the brokenhearted and new life to those who seek it. I have been touched and healed by God myself and I have also witnessed this healing in the lives of many others as a Spiritual Director. Richard Pryor found new life because he had the courage to look at his own life  and change his mind about himself and how he related to his world.

Do you know who you are?

Ask, Seek, Knock

“Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.  For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.

You've Got A Friend...

You’ve Got A Friend

Last week I was playing around with my iphone and changing the sounds that it makes to get my attention. Sadly, I got sucked into the world of ringtones online. I started looking for a ringtone that would encourage me to answer my phone. I am not a phone person and never have been. When I was a kid growing up, I would ride my bike all over town to go and be with my friends rather than call them on the phone. The phone has always just seemed so impersonal to me. This is one of the downsides to our fragmented culture, that we have resigned ourselves to technology to make contact with one another. I am aware that if I am going to live in this century that I will need to be flexible in how I communicate but I will always prefer human presence over modern technology.

Now, back to the ringtone. I finally landed on a jingle from the song by Carole King, You’ve Got a Friend. This is probably my all time favorite song because it speaks to my soul and touches the deepest part of me. Friends are valuable treasures in life. Some friendships are for a season and others last a lifetime. I am truly thankful for the people in my life that call me their friend. I know that true friendship is costly and so I do not take it lightly when another person chooses to walk in friendship with me. Last night I watched the last movie in the series of the Lord of The Rings and was struck by how the ending of the movie is built around friendships. In one of the final scenes, the hobbit, Sam, is carrying his, friend, Frodo to the top of the volcanic mountain so that Frodo can cast his burden (a ring) into the fire of the mountain and be set free. The beauty of Sam and Frodo’s relationship was that they stuck together through good times and bad times. That is a very difficult journey to take with another.

I read something today written by Joan Chittister that stood out to me in regards to friendship. Friends carry our burdens in their own hearts and give us the wisdom of distance to deal with them. We live in a broken world and all of us are broken people. We need to have friends in our lives that we know will not just enjoy the good side of us but will also endure that dark side of us as well. We all have a dark side that we must face and like Frodo we must find a way to let go of our burdens and be set free. Our friends are those who journey with us to the edge and help is let go of those things that so easily entangle us. Letting go of our burdens is an ongoing process and God gives us a lifetime to practice.

I am thankful to my family and friends who are committed to sticking with me through the good times and the bad times. You are truly my friends and live in the deepest part of my heart.

Throughout the Bible, there are many names for God and the one that has been most powerful to me is Friend. Jesus was called the friend of sinners! Jesus hung out with people that were not considered very loveable but he saw them in their essence. God is my friend. God sees me in all of my darkness and loves me anyway.

What more could I ask for?

When I hear this song I imagine God singing it over me.

When you're down and troubled
And you need some loving care
And nothin', nothin' is goin' right
Close your eyes and think of me
And soon I will be there
To brighten up even your darkest night

You just call out my name 
And you know wherever I am
I'll come runnin' to see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there 
You've got a friend

If the sky above you
Grows dark and full of clouds
And that old north wind begins to blow 
Keep your head together 
And call my name out loud
Soon you'll hear me knockin' at your door

You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am 
I'll come runnin',  
to see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there, yes I will

Now ain't it good to know 
that you've got a friend 
When people can be so cold
They'll hurt you, yes, and desert you 
And take your soul if you let them
Oh, but don't you let them.

You just call out my name 
And you know wherever I am
I'll come runnin,
to see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there, yes I will
You've got a friend.

By the way, I never did get the ringtone to work on my phone but if you call me I will answer.

Blessed Are The Peacemakers...

This morning I attended a Memorial Service for fallen law enforcement officers. Nine years ago my brother-in-law, Brad, was killed in the line of duty. Going to this yearly service always brings back many memories of times past. So many of these memories are painful because the ceremony itself is a reminder of Brad’s memorial service. There are bagpipes playing Amazing Grace, Taps, Roll Call of the fallen officers, and a 21 gun salute. All of these sights and sounds bring back the sharp reality of Brad’s death and the deep sadness we feel from losing him.

Brad and Bruce

After we left the service Bruce and I went out to lunch and reminisced of happier times with Brad. Bruce asked me what my favorite memory of Brad was and I could not name just one. Brad was a very warmhearted man. He had a way of making anyone feel valued in his presence. I had many meaningful conversations with him over the years and enjoyed being with him greatly. He was also a very funny man as well. He knew how to take a situation and create humor that brought life and light-heartedness to all. So most of the time that I reflect on Brad, it is with a smile on my face.

Brad was a peaceful man. This made him an excellent officer because he knew that his duty was to be a catalyst for peace in his community. On the night that he died, he was caught in a domestic situation that had gone from hostile to violent. So much suffering occurred that night for everyone that was there. All of the officers at the scene were seeking a peaceful way to steer the actions of a volatile man in a way that would end in safety and peace. Unfortunately, this is not what happened and many hearts were broken that night. Brad lost his life that night and for those of us that knew him and loved him,  a little piece of us died with him. 

I am thankful for Brad’s life here on earth. He lives on in the lives of his family. His little grandson, and namesake, Bradley was there today sitting on his dad’s lap. He never had the chance to know his grampa. He will grow up hearing about his grampa and the life that his grampa lived and the sacrificial way that he died. He will know his grampa through the memories of his family. Each member of Brad’s family carries a piece of him in their hearts and so he lives on in us.

Not long after Brad died, my daughter, Emily, wrote a song that pretty much says what we feel. I can’t listen to this song without shedding a tear. Here are the lyrics to the song: 

Without You

Daddy I’m hurting,

And the tears still flow.

Nothing’s that easy,

Cause I miss you so.

Child so precious,

I swaddled in blankets.

I never imagined,

You’d leave us so soon.

It’s not that easy to pretend that life is grand,

When we’re still hurting.

And though I try to see the brighter side,

It’s hard to do without you.

Without you.

Without you.

Cause were still getting used to life without you.

Brother I’m trying,

To keep them together.

But the sheep seem to scatter,

When the Shepherd goes home.

And grampa I’m sorry,

That I never knew you.

Cause I was a baby,

When you passed away.

It’s not that easy to pretend that life is grand,

When we’re still hurting.

And though I try to see the brighter side,

It’s hard to do without you.

Without you.

Without you.

Cause were still getting used to life without you.

Still missing you Brad, and feeling cheated by a life cut short...

Fashion Statement

This morning I read the story of David and Goliath and saw something new. Now I have read this story countless times and yet there is always a new way of seeing when we read stories over and over. That is why we can also watch movies many times without getting bored. There always seems to be more to see and grow from in good stories that are told well.

Anyway, back to David. When David was getting ready to fight Goliath, Saul gave David his coat of armor and helmet to wear to fight the giant. After getting all suited up and walking around a bit, David tells Saul, “I cannot go in these, because I am not used to them.”  In the past, I have heard this story described from the pulpit many times and what has been emphasized is the fact that David was young and so the armor was probably to big for him. While this might be true, this is not what the story says. David did not say “This armor doesn’t fit, could you find one my size?” The fact that he was “not used to them” is repeated twice. David was confident and comfortable in his own skin. He knew who he was and was willing to go into battle as David, not wearing someone elses armor.

I have never been much into fashion.

It seems that in our culture we clothe ourselves to go into battle with the world of acceptance. We hang all sorts of items from our bodies as an expression of who we are and how we want to be seen by others. We have all sorts of etiquette when it comes to clothing.

When I was a little girl, I hated Easter because of what I had to wear to church. The fancy dresses were always itchy and uncomfortable. Do I look happy in this photo? I actually liked church but I disliked the fashion statement that I was forced to make. I couldn’t wait to get home and change into comfortable clothing. Those dresses did not express who I was very well. This kind of “dressing up” has never appealed to me. Growing up in the sixties, girls were not allowed to wear pants to school. I hated this rule because it made life difficult on the playground. It is hard to play your best in a dress. When I was in the seventh grade, the school finally changed the dress code for girls allowing us to wear pants to school. I was very excited about this change but my mother was not. She would only let me wear pants on Fridays, however, I finally wore her down.

So, do the clothes that we wear really define who we are?

For David the answer was no. He felt uncomfortable in Saul’s attire. David knew that “the clothing did not make the man.” He was tuned into himself and into the power of the God he loved and served. I seem to recall another time when he was ridiculed for dancing naked before the Lord.

I guess he just wasn’t much into fashion either.

When people see me, I don’t want it to be my clothes that impress them. My desire is to shine the light of God on those I meet along the way. And in turn, I do not want my focus to be on the exterior of others but rather to see them as God sees them.

So what does God see when God is looking at you?

These words from the letter to the church in Galatia say it well:

 So in Christ Jesus you are all children of God through faith, for all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ. There is neither Jew nor Gentile, neither slave nor free, nor is there male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.

Galatians 3:26-28

May you be clothed in Christ today.