Tuesday, August 19, 2014

What's Your Favorite?

I recently recalled a question not often asked, but was put forth in my Stephen Ministry training – “What’s your favorite part of the Lord’s Prayer?” That is one that most of us have to think about. And then there is the sometimes asked, “What is your favorite Bible verse?”

Strangely, I have no problem answering either one of those questions.

My favorite part of the Lord’s Prayer is “thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.” Wow! Can you imagine how much better the world would be if God were totally in charge? I imagine there would be justice; there would only be good things. Heaven is supposed to be ideal so what could be better than for things to work the same on earth as in Heaven?

Now, do I think that is possible? Not in this currently broken world, but I do think we can and do have an obligation to work toward making this world a better place. It’s not unfathomable that we could do God’s will by trying to exercise a little less judgment of our fellow man. And certainly, we could all probably be a little more charitable just to name a few things.

As to my favorite Bible verse, I love Hebrews 10:24, “Let us consider how to provoke one another to love and good deeds.” Just as bad things can influence us to do other bad things, the same is true for good things. In fact, the feeling is so great when we do something that we know is good that there is a desire to do more. It fits well with my favorite part of the Lord’s prayer and doing what I believe is God’s will.

So what are your favorites? Even if you aren't Christian, I know that you have books of worship and prayer from which to choose. People of faith know there is something better than what we now have. My only question is whether we ourselves are trying to do God's will or merely repeating words.

Friday, August 8, 2014

Idle (not idol) Worship

We’ve all the heard negative things about idleness. Ecclesiastes 10:18 states: “Through laziness, the rafters sag; because of idle hands, the house leaks.” And who hasn’t heard that idle hands do the work of the devil? We even have a law again against it …loitering. So what happens when we are just quiet?

Most of us have experienced times when we simply “veg” out. There were times after losing my husband to cancer when I sat on the edge of the bed and stared straight ahead. Thoughts were impossible to form and I couldn’t get past the pain of emptiness. But then finally, I came to understand Psalm 46:10 : “He says, ‘Be still, and know that I am God;’”

I think it’s in those moments when we don’t know what to say or do that idleness can become something more. It can be because of sadness, lost hope, or even thanksgiving and gratitude. For me, such a moment occurred recently.

An evening thunderstorm brought the darkness a little sooner than expected. As I sat in my chair, I decided it would be enjoyable to turn out the lights, turn off the TV, and just sit in my leather recliner chair and "be." As lightning flashed against my walls and patio doors, it was a time to just kickback and simply bask in the present. It also evoked memories of a similar night last winter when I decided to light the gas fireplace, open the blinds and draperies to my windows, and watch the falling snow. 

Those quiet moments of idleness are the ones that bring serenity and gratitude to my soul. It’s then that I know that God truly "is."

Friday, July 18, 2014

The Real Word of God

My congregation is very fortunate. Last year we lost our long-time pastor and shortly after, our associate pastor, but in their place, we acquired an interim pastor who is a Biblical scholar.

I have taken advantage of his knowledge to ask a few very tough questions. Some were expected answers and others were quite provocative. Some answers, he suggested, are better left to non-speculation because we really have no specific direction. I'm okay with that. Someday, I'll know.

But one thing stood out for me in one of his recent sermons - the word of God. Many people believe  it's the Bible, but our Biblical scholar supports that it is Jesus Christ himself. So much of the Old Testament was contradicted by Jesus (no animal sacrifices, no profound rituals, no cursing of generations for the sins of the parent, etc.), and a new introduction to God was given - one of love and compassion.

Our previous pastor had mentioned there is one big difference between Christianity and other religions. It is relationship. Of the major religions in the world, only one offers a true relationship with God, and one which parallels that of child and parent. It's Christianity.

While all religions purport to teach love, Christianity resonates with me. I love the enlightenment of what Jesus brought to humanity. You won't find hate in the New Testament, and it drives me crazy when other Christians try to speak for God and cite the OT to support their tunnel views on various matters. Besides, I don't think being zealous and shouting words at people will gain the converts they hope to acquire. Examples of outward peace and light, however, "speaks" volumes.

Although I have read the Bible through several times, this will most likely be the last time for the OT which I'm currently reading. I think it's important to know what was taught when Jesus came into this world, but now I want to focus on what he brought with him in thought and deed. There are many good things in the OT (I know because I cited some of them in my book, Simple Things to Make This World a Better Place), but I want to now attend only to what I believe is the updated word of God.

I'm personally glad that there are different religions because we each need and seek something different on a path to finding and allowing God in our lives. For me, it's Christianity because Jesus introduced and provided a way to a God of love, and one to whom I can have a personal relationship. For non-Christians who also love God but seek another path, well that is one of those things about which our Biblical scholar has suggested might be best not to speculate. And I'm okay with that, too.

Sunday, July 6, 2014

A Little Miracle

A miracle of sorts happened today. I call it a miracle because it was an expected break-through.

A homeless man, who often attended my church more than a year ago, returned to church today. As usual, he took residence in the front pew on the opposite side of where I sit. In the past, he never conversed or made eye contact with anyone other than the pastor. He always left before the passing of the peace and communion, and I suspect it might have had something to do with embarrassment when the offering occurs.

As I was reading the bulletin this morning, I didn’t notice his arrival until I heard a voice from across the aisle. He began asking about our new pastor and even shared that he just saw his four grandchildren for the first time – two boys and two girls who reside in Wisconsin. I also learned that, just like me, he was a Lawrence native. In our discourse, we exchanged last names and I told him that it was good to see him return to our church.

I noticed that friends who came to talk with me before the service completely ignored his presence. I think the only one who spoke with him was the pastor who always sits in the first pew for quiet preparation before the service begins.

There are probably many who did not witness the easy conversation between the homeless man and myself, but it brought home something that I’ve heard pastors preach about many times. Church should be the most welcoming place on earth, yet we often segregate ourselves.  We, like many congregations,  often have subtle derision by color, age, gender and even economic status. If we truly believe that we are all equal and the loved in God’s eyes, this is not acceptable.

Often, I wished to make eye contact with the homeless man when he attended in the past. I would have gone over to where he sat just to welcome him, but mobility issues prevented me from doing so. But today, God intervened and opened the mouth of this visitor, and I’m grateful.

I’m grateful that God chose me to show that all are valued in His sight. I admit that I’m often guilty of failure in that regard. But while others may have ignored the man, he at least knew that he was welcomed by me and by the pastor.

He did slip out as usual, but I hope he returns again. I plan to ask his first name and to be able to greet him as I do others with whom I am acquainted.  What a privilege it is to connect with others who are different and then discover that we are really more alike than we know. That discovery is also a little miracle.

Saturday, June 28, 2014

A Food Bank Visit

A friend with some special needs issues asked me to go with her as support to one of the many food banks in our community. She wasn’t sure of the location and it was her first visit.

Not knowing what to expect, we arrived and were greeted by a nice young woman who was doing check-in for the scheduled appointments. When she asked our names, I quickly responded that I was not there to receive food. (I thought that was interesting because it told me that those in need are indistinguishable from those who aren’t). My friend gave her information and one of the volunteers ushered her aside to make selections from a list.

As a few other recipients entered the reception area, I noticed how nicely the interactions were handled. There was nothing to embarrass anyone in need of the services, and the entire shopping experience was handled efficiently and competently.

I’m not aware of how other food banks operate, but after selections were made by my friend, she gave a bag to the volunteer who then disappeared to shop for her. In only a few minutes, the volunteer returned with a bag full of food.

My friend was grateful and excited to know that she could make the visit once per month. Since the food given to her would not even last a week, she will probably need to visit other community food banks to supplement her needs.

I was grateful, too. I was grateful that such help is available to those who might go hungry, and grateful that I was not one of them. That clearly defined again what my responsibilities are because of my blessings.

I had some donations already prepared to give to a local food bank, but decided this time that they could be best used by my friend. I also asked for a list of needed items from the food bank we visited, and I will purchase some of those items when I shop again. Additionally my church collects food for a local food pantry so there are many opportunities and options to donate.

I am saddened and astonished that statistics show that hunger could be eliminated world-wide if we, who have, only shared. Luke 12:48 states “…From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked.” Since most people living in the U.S. are among the top 5% richest in the world (even our poor are better off than most), there are expectations.

Individually we can’t even make a dent in the total need, but collectively, we can make a difference. We can make a difference by giving to local food banks and pantries. What does an extra dollar mean to most of us to buy a can of soup or canned fruit? One can is seemingly nothing, but added to items that others have donated, it could become an important part of a meal for someone in need.

My eyes are opened even further because of my visit to the food bank with my friend. While I periodically made food donations to various agencies, now I will do so consistently. And when I thank God for my blessings, I’ll remember to thank Him as well for all the people who donate food and serve others with this most basic need.