"At the heart of reality there is a room. At the heart of reality there is a heart beating life into all that lives and dies." (F. Buechner "Listening to Your Life" p. 83)
One of my favorite Gospel stories is Jesus' promise that in his Father's house there are many dwelling places. I love that image of heaven and often hold it out for others to contemplate when preaching at funerals. I invite folks to picture that room for their beloved. What is in it? What brought that person joy in this world? What truly reflected who they were? And how would you know you were in their room?
On our earthly pilgrimage we have literal rooms that are ours. As a child my bedroom was my room. I didn't have to share it. The walls were mine to decorate. The furniture was me. What would you have seen? Posters of rock groups. There was a desk because I was always somewhat of a good student. There was a stereo to play the music of the groups whose posters you would have noticed.
I don't really have a room of my own now. I do know folks who have "man caves." And maybe that would be cool.
But when I think of what I would want in a room of my own now.... a comfortable chair with a good lamp by which to read. A radio to listen to the ball game. A book shelf, and a refrigerator. Pictures of people who are important to me. And yet even with all those things, the room would still not be that flashy, if it were truly to reflect me.
Blessings,
Ed
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Reflections for 3/30/11
"You get married, a child is born or not born, in the middle of the night there is a knocking at the door, on the way home through the park you see a man feeding pigeons, all the tests come in negative and the doctor give you back your life again; incident follows incident helter-skelter leading apparently nowhere, but then once in a while there is the suggestion of purpose, meaning, direction, the suggestion of plot, the suggestion that, however clumsily, your life is trying to tell you something, take you somewhere."(F. Buechner "Listening to Your Life" p. 82)
I don't believe I've had an especially strange life. There seems to be a pattern to it all. There are behaviors that I seem to exhibit in similar cases. There are experiences that seem random at first but seem to fall neatly into a pattern when you step back. Each decision that I've made has had some impact on the narrative that is my life.
As I reflected on Buechner's words for today and image of the orchestra at a play came to mind. Before the conductor arrives each player seems to be fooling around with their instrument. Each one playing random notes, scales or just getting their lips and lungs or limbs ready to perform at their best. Once the conductor arrives and taps the baton, then the randomness stops and wow what comes next is so amazing.
Maybe our lives are like that in some way, mostly random though necessary in order to prepare for those occasional wow moments.
Blessings,
Ed
I don't believe I've had an especially strange life. There seems to be a pattern to it all. There are behaviors that I seem to exhibit in similar cases. There are experiences that seem random at first but seem to fall neatly into a pattern when you step back. Each decision that I've made has had some impact on the narrative that is my life.
As I reflected on Buechner's words for today and image of the orchestra at a play came to mind. Before the conductor arrives each player seems to be fooling around with their instrument. Each one playing random notes, scales or just getting their lips and lungs or limbs ready to perform at their best. Once the conductor arrives and taps the baton, then the randomness stops and wow what comes next is so amazing.
Maybe our lives are like that in some way, mostly random though necessary in order to prepare for those occasional wow moments.
Blessings,
Ed
Reflections for 3/29/11
"This might easily have been the end of something for me-my faith exposed as superstition which in part I suppose it is, my most extravagant hoped exposed as childish, which in part I suppose it is-but it was not the end. Because something other than what I expected did happen."(F.Buechner "Listening to Your Life" p. 81)
Have you ever had a premonition that something was going to happen. Just seemed like the atmosphere was charged in a way that your inner voice said keep your eyes and ears open, something really unexpected is about to occur.
Perhaps it has even been clear what you thought was going to happen. After a while however the expected didn't happen. And you're left wondering what made me so sure of this. Why did I have that level of heightened expectation? Only to discover later that something did occur, just not what you thought.
My faith is one that has a lot of hope filled expectation. There are times that I'm sure I know what's going to happen, and sometimes it does, but just as often not. Yet I never lose hope of being surprised in a positive way each day. I suppose the disappointments have the potential to prove my faith in vain, yet somehow it never works out that way for me. Go figure.
Blessings,
Ed
Have you ever had a premonition that something was going to happen. Just seemed like the atmosphere was charged in a way that your inner voice said keep your eyes and ears open, something really unexpected is about to occur.
Perhaps it has even been clear what you thought was going to happen. After a while however the expected didn't happen. And you're left wondering what made me so sure of this. Why did I have that level of heightened expectation? Only to discover later that something did occur, just not what you thought.
My faith is one that has a lot of hope filled expectation. There are times that I'm sure I know what's going to happen, and sometimes it does, but just as often not. Yet I never lose hope of being surprised in a positive way each day. I suppose the disappointments have the potential to prove my faith in vain, yet somehow it never works out that way for me. Go figure.
Blessings,
Ed
Monday, March 28, 2011
Reflections for 3/28/11
"I cannot talk about God or sin or grace, for example, without at the same time talking about those parts of my own experience where these ideas became compelling and real."(F. Buechner "Listening to Your Life" p. 80)
Because I went to seminary I have read some writings of most of the famous theologians. I can't say that I fully understood all that they were trying to convey. That's probably why I rarely quote them. I will admit that the school of Process theology, once I got past its creator made some sense. I also find Liberation theology speaks to me.
I suppose most of this is true because experience speaks to me. I certainly understand that most theological questions are answered by looking at them through scripture, tradition and reason. Yet I find that I cannot look at those three except through the lens of my own experience.
As I read the Bible, I find myself in those stories, and can relate to them and interact with them because I've had similar experiences. I seriously doubt that I could relate to God outside of my experiences of grace, forgiveness, sin etc. I will always need to define those terms in words that I can understand and relay to others.
I don't want to dismiss the more academic pursuits of theology, I am sure that the Tillichs, the Barths, the Aquinas, Ireneaus and many others also had their own experiences of God in their lives. They just articulate them in ways that weren't always clear to me.
Blessings,
Ed
Because I went to seminary I have read some writings of most of the famous theologians. I can't say that I fully understood all that they were trying to convey. That's probably why I rarely quote them. I will admit that the school of Process theology, once I got past its creator made some sense. I also find Liberation theology speaks to me.
I suppose most of this is true because experience speaks to me. I certainly understand that most theological questions are answered by looking at them through scripture, tradition and reason. Yet I find that I cannot look at those three except through the lens of my own experience.
As I read the Bible, I find myself in those stories, and can relate to them and interact with them because I've had similar experiences. I seriously doubt that I could relate to God outside of my experiences of grace, forgiveness, sin etc. I will always need to define those terms in words that I can understand and relay to others.
I don't want to dismiss the more academic pursuits of theology, I am sure that the Tillichs, the Barths, the Aquinas, Ireneaus and many others also had their own experiences of God in their lives. They just articulate them in ways that weren't always clear to me.
Blessings,
Ed
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Reflections for 3/27/11
"In the Episcopal order of worship, the priest sometimes introduces the Lord's Prayer with the words 'Now, as our Savior Christ hath taught us, we are bold to say...' The word bold is worth thinking about. We do well not to pray the prayer lightly. It takes guts to pray it at all. We can pray it in the unthinking and perfunctory way we usually do only by disregarding what we are saying." (F.Buechner "Listening to Your Life" p. 78)
The Lord's Prayer, the Our Father, whatever you may call it is one of those prayers that most Christians can say in their sleep. Yeah we all have little nuances, the Roman Catholics seem to drop off the last two verses. Presbyterians have debts, instead of trespasses. Episcopalians also have sins in addition to trespasses.
I know that it is prayer that can be said without words in front because I've led enough funerals and when I introduce saying the prayer, most people join in.
I'll admit I've never thought myself bold while saying it. It is also true as Buechner points out that I probably haven't given it much thought as to what I'm saying, it is just a part of my Christian DNA.
I do like the boldness of addressing God in a personal way. I'm not sure how ready I am for the kingdom of God to take over, though I'm enjoying its in breaking. I try to allow God's will rather than mine to be what guides and directs me, with some success. I try to be content with having my basic needs met, but there are times that I long for more. I am grateful for the forgiveness I receive, and try to do likewise.
There are moments of boldness in my prayer life, and in my life in general. Unfortunately there is almost if not more timidity.
Blessings,
Ed
The Lord's Prayer, the Our Father, whatever you may call it is one of those prayers that most Christians can say in their sleep. Yeah we all have little nuances, the Roman Catholics seem to drop off the last two verses. Presbyterians have debts, instead of trespasses. Episcopalians also have sins in addition to trespasses.
I know that it is prayer that can be said without words in front because I've led enough funerals and when I introduce saying the prayer, most people join in.
I'll admit I've never thought myself bold while saying it. It is also true as Buechner points out that I probably haven't given it much thought as to what I'm saying, it is just a part of my Christian DNA.
I do like the boldness of addressing God in a personal way. I'm not sure how ready I am for the kingdom of God to take over, though I'm enjoying its in breaking. I try to allow God's will rather than mine to be what guides and directs me, with some success. I try to be content with having my basic needs met, but there are times that I long for more. I am grateful for the forgiveness I receive, and try to do likewise.
There are moments of boldness in my prayer life, and in my life in general. Unfortunately there is almost if not more timidity.
Blessings,
Ed
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Reflections for 3/26/11
"[Jesus] never approached from on high, but always in the midst, in the midst of people, in the midst of real life and the questions that real life asks." (F. Buechner "Listening to Your Life" p.78)
I love that last line, " the questions that real life asks." It seems to me that we don't ask those questions much. We compare our lives to some "ideal" usually portrayed in movies, or held out by the ideologues of our time. We here others defining what our questions should be, and pursue the answers to those things, in order to avoid dealing with our own realities.
I often read incredibly simplistic and shallow answers to what are incredibly complex and deeper questions. And have found it to be true that when an answer is seemingly obvious, it should be looked at a lot closer. Often it creates more questions than it offers solutions.
I wish I could separate out like strands of spaghetti every issue in my life that I'm confronted with. Unfortunately life is much more like a tapestry that focusing on one loose thread only and not seeing what it is attached to makes the whole thing unravel.
I find it hard sometimes to deal with all the real life questions I'm confronted by. I'm thankful for my faith which gives me the foundation and the framework within which to seek those answers.
Blessings,
Ed
I love that last line, " the questions that real life asks." It seems to me that we don't ask those questions much. We compare our lives to some "ideal" usually portrayed in movies, or held out by the ideologues of our time. We here others defining what our questions should be, and pursue the answers to those things, in order to avoid dealing with our own realities.
I often read incredibly simplistic and shallow answers to what are incredibly complex and deeper questions. And have found it to be true that when an answer is seemingly obvious, it should be looked at a lot closer. Often it creates more questions than it offers solutions.
I wish I could separate out like strands of spaghetti every issue in my life that I'm confronted with. Unfortunately life is much more like a tapestry that focusing on one loose thread only and not seeing what it is attached to makes the whole thing unravel.
I find it hard sometimes to deal with all the real life questions I'm confronted by. I'm thankful for my faith which gives me the foundation and the framework within which to seek those answers.
Blessings,
Ed
Friday, March 25, 2011
Reflections for 3/25/11
"This extraordinary life could have had a beginning no less extraordinary. History creates heroes. Heredity is responsible for human greatness. Evil also evolves. Only holiness happens." (F. Buechner "Listening to Your Life" p. 77)
Today is the Feast of the Annunciation, conveniently located 9 months before Christmas. The gospel related to said feast day is of course the Angel Gabriel telling the young Mary that she will bear a child. News quite shocking to her, for a number of reasons. But after getting a little more details, she seems ready to do whatever God needs her to do.
It is true that we know our heroes generally in the past tense. We sometimes even make heroes out of folks who while doing what they do, were not seen that way. And while heredity certainly helps with greatness, we know of folks who become great though the gene pool seemed stacked against them, and also folks who should have been "great" who never achieved anything.
And in our time we certainly have seen evil become more obvious and more also more subtle, but just as sinister.
But holiness? I do think that just happens. I think the harder we strive to be holy the more likely we are to miss. When we allow the grace of God and the spirit of God to do its work, and to stay out of its way and not try to manipulate it, beautiful things occur.
I don't know if I would be able to have responded to such a visit in the same holy way that Mary did. That takes a lot more humility than I currently have. But if I could just let me be, perhaps it might happen.
Blessings,
Ed
Today is the Feast of the Annunciation, conveniently located 9 months before Christmas. The gospel related to said feast day is of course the Angel Gabriel telling the young Mary that she will bear a child. News quite shocking to her, for a number of reasons. But after getting a little more details, she seems ready to do whatever God needs her to do.
It is true that we know our heroes generally in the past tense. We sometimes even make heroes out of folks who while doing what they do, were not seen that way. And while heredity certainly helps with greatness, we know of folks who become great though the gene pool seemed stacked against them, and also folks who should have been "great" who never achieved anything.
And in our time we certainly have seen evil become more obvious and more also more subtle, but just as sinister.
But holiness? I do think that just happens. I think the harder we strive to be holy the more likely we are to miss. When we allow the grace of God and the spirit of God to do its work, and to stay out of its way and not try to manipulate it, beautiful things occur.
I don't know if I would be able to have responded to such a visit in the same holy way that Mary did. That takes a lot more humility than I currently have. But if I could just let me be, perhaps it might happen.
Blessings,
Ed
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Reflections for 3/24/11
"'To lend each other a hand when we're falling,' Brendan said. 'Perhaps that's the only work that matters in the end.'"(F. Buechner "Listening to Your Life" p. 76)
At the moment I'm feeling overwhelmed. I have so much on my plate and so many demands on my time, that the notion of falling doesn't seem foreign.
What I have to learn to do is allow others to help me. Are there things that I'm taking on as my responsibility that actually aren't. Are there things that I could in fact delegate out, or may in fact be better done by someone else.
It is a very hard thing to do, allowing someone to help you. Even when you know fully well that you need it.
It is also very hard to be willing to lend that hand. And yet somehow my faith almost requires it of me. And so does my shared humanity with others.
Blessings,
Ed
At the moment I'm feeling overwhelmed. I have so much on my plate and so many demands on my time, that the notion of falling doesn't seem foreign.
What I have to learn to do is allow others to help me. Are there things that I'm taking on as my responsibility that actually aren't. Are there things that I could in fact delegate out, or may in fact be better done by someone else.
It is a very hard thing to do, allowing someone to help you. Even when you know fully well that you need it.
It is also very hard to be willing to lend that hand. And yet somehow my faith almost requires it of me. And so does my shared humanity with others.
Blessings,
Ed
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Reflections for 3/23/11
"'Higgledy Piggledy, woman and man,' she said, clapping her hands. 'Is God either one of them, think you? Neither if you ask me. Or both. To my way of thinking god's more like the sun for the sun both brings forth like a mother and pierces deep like a father. Yet it's greater than either, look you, the way it draws all creatures under Heaven to its blessed light without raising so much as a thumb.'"(F. Buechner "Listening to Your Life" pp.75-76)
What is God like? I've certainly heard many descriptions. We get most of our primary information from the Bible, which has an abundance of descriptions, as well as the main caveat, "no one has ever seen God." Of course what the biblical writers were really describing was much more of an experience of the presence of God. Some of those descriptions still work, others are harder for our 21st century minds to wrap around.
Perhaps this is why our descriptive language for God seems to always be expanding and evolving. I also think it true that our own descriptions change as our life circumstances change, and this can happen almost daily.
The sun image isn't a bad one actually. A sense of drawing people near. Most of us love the sun. And on a dreary day like today happens to be (March 22, 2011), the sun breaking through would be most welcome on all kinds of levels.
Blessings,
Ed
What is God like? I've certainly heard many descriptions. We get most of our primary information from the Bible, which has an abundance of descriptions, as well as the main caveat, "no one has ever seen God." Of course what the biblical writers were really describing was much more of an experience of the presence of God. Some of those descriptions still work, others are harder for our 21st century minds to wrap around.
Perhaps this is why our descriptive language for God seems to always be expanding and evolving. I also think it true that our own descriptions change as our life circumstances change, and this can happen almost daily.
The sun image isn't a bad one actually. A sense of drawing people near. Most of us love the sun. And on a dreary day like today happens to be (March 22, 2011), the sun breaking through would be most welcome on all kinds of levels.
Blessings,
Ed
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Reflections for 3/22/11
"It was like flirting or courting the way Brendan did it. he'd tease them along till they was hot for more and then skitter off saying he'd be back one day soon or another like him to tell them another tale or two if they'd mend their ways in the meantime." (F.Buechner "Listening to Your Life" p. 75)
One of the things I remember about my first concert was when the band first said "thank you, good night." The crowd erupted and started clapping loudly, whistling, flicking their Bic's, as the band left the stage. This cacophony would keep going for about 5 minutes and then suddenly the band would be back for a few more songs.
In all the concerts I've been to since, it is pretty rare that the scene has not repeated itself. The crowd always wants more.
I suppose many things in life are like that, we don't want the night to end. Just one more story. And it is especially true when the people we are with are that important to us, or really that good at their craft.
It is also hard when things have to end, and we must say goodbye. Sometimes we know that we will see each other again. Other times we know this will be the last time we ever see them again. As a priest I know that those goodbyes are incredibly hard. Just one more hug, one more smile, one more time to say "I love you."
As a person of faith, I hold onto the hope of a joyful reunion with those that I love.
Blessings,
Ed
One of the things I remember about my first concert was when the band first said "thank you, good night." The crowd erupted and started clapping loudly, whistling, flicking their Bic's, as the band left the stage. This cacophony would keep going for about 5 minutes and then suddenly the band would be back for a few more songs.
In all the concerts I've been to since, it is pretty rare that the scene has not repeated itself. The crowd always wants more.
I suppose many things in life are like that, we don't want the night to end. Just one more story. And it is especially true when the people we are with are that important to us, or really that good at their craft.
It is also hard when things have to end, and we must say goodbye. Sometimes we know that we will see each other again. Other times we know this will be the last time we ever see them again. As a priest I know that those goodbyes are incredibly hard. Just one more hug, one more smile, one more time to say "I love you."
As a person of faith, I hold onto the hope of a joyful reunion with those that I love.
Blessings,
Ed
Monday, March 21, 2011
Reflections for 3/21/11
"Yet I had to own that he cut a fine figure there by the river. Nor did any have a luckier tongue for holy things." (F.Buechner "Listening to Your Life" p. 74)
I've been privileged in my life to have known some folks who could make hard to understand subjects, actually understandable. Perhaps it was their manner of speech. The way they didn't get stuck in jargon, but spoke in "layman's terms" all the time. You didn't feel like they dumbed it down for your benefit, it just felt like that was the only way to describe the subject matter. And there certainly was no hint of condescension in their voice.
That is the key I suppose to being a good communicator. Do most people get what you're talking about? Is the point rarely lost? Are even the driest of topics made beautiful to the ears somehow? Are holy things approachable?
Blessings,
Ed
I've been privileged in my life to have known some folks who could make hard to understand subjects, actually understandable. Perhaps it was their manner of speech. The way they didn't get stuck in jargon, but spoke in "layman's terms" all the time. You didn't feel like they dumbed it down for your benefit, it just felt like that was the only way to describe the subject matter. And there certainly was no hint of condescension in their voice.
That is the key I suppose to being a good communicator. Do most people get what you're talking about? Is the point rarely lost? Are even the driest of topics made beautiful to the ears somehow? Are holy things approachable?
Blessings,
Ed
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Reflections for 3/20/11
"Erc said, 'There are three devils forever leading us into sin, boy. Would you be knowing their three names?' 'The tongue in our mouths is such a devil.' Brendan said. 'the eye in our heads another. The thoughts of our black hearts the third.'"(F. Buechner "Listening to Your Life" p. 73)
I'm not a believer in the Devil, or devils. I do easily acknowledge evil in this world. I also admit to ways that lead me astray from what God would want me to do or be.
So do I acknowledge these "three?" Let's see has my mouth ever gotten me in trouble. Regrettably yes. I have at times spoken, before thinking about the effect of my words. I have just lashed out, without regard to the consequences.
Have I allowed my gaze to go from where it should. Again regrettably yes. Do I focus on things that I don't need or will not improve my lot in life. Yep.
Have I actually had uncharitable thoughts, or allowed myself to come close to despair. Yep.
But I also have known that amazing grace, that even when one of those three has gained some control of the moment, they are quickly kicked out of the driver seat. I have also experienced the incredible feeling of forgiveness when they've gotten me to do their worst.
I have come to know the difference in when the Ed that God wants to be has control of his mouth, his eyes and his heart. I'm a lot less anxious, a lot less remorseful, and usually a lot more pleasant to be around.
Blessings,
Ed
I'm not a believer in the Devil, or devils. I do easily acknowledge evil in this world. I also admit to ways that lead me astray from what God would want me to do or be.
So do I acknowledge these "three?" Let's see has my mouth ever gotten me in trouble. Regrettably yes. I have at times spoken, before thinking about the effect of my words. I have just lashed out, without regard to the consequences.
Have I allowed my gaze to go from where it should. Again regrettably yes. Do I focus on things that I don't need or will not improve my lot in life. Yep.
Have I actually had uncharitable thoughts, or allowed myself to come close to despair. Yep.
But I also have known that amazing grace, that even when one of those three has gained some control of the moment, they are quickly kicked out of the driver seat. I have also experienced the incredible feeling of forgiveness when they've gotten me to do their worst.
I have come to know the difference in when the Ed that God wants to be has control of his mouth, his eyes and his heart. I'm a lot less anxious, a lot less remorseful, and usually a lot more pleasant to be around.
Blessings,
Ed
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Reflections for 3/19/11
"'Smirchy and holy is all one, my dear,' she said. 'I doubt Jarlath has taught you that. Monks think holiness is monkishness only. But somewheres you've learned the truth anyhow. You can squeeze into Heaven reeking of pig blood as well as clad in the whitest fair linen in the land." (F. Buechner "Listening to Your Life" p.74)
I once hear of a priest who wouldn't take the reserve sacrament (consecrated communion wafers) in his car, because the music he was listening to would offend Jesus. When I heard this I thought, surely a God who knows everything that goes on in the world has probably heard that music and knows that you're listening to it. For the record I'm not the priest.
It seems sort of silly to lead a dualistic life of sacred and secular. Are there things that I do, not bad things mind you, that don't fit neatly into the stereotype of clergy, sure. Are there tasks that I take on that have nothing to do with religion? Yes.
But when I see that all that I do and all that I am are intertwined, I'm at a much better place. By not engaging in the false dualism, I'm not inclined to do anything that would be unbecoming to a clergyman.
I also try to give the same loving attention to my non-church activities as I do my church ones. Again because they are of equal value to me and who I am.
In your life, do you try to give the same loving attention to all aspects of your life? Or are there things that get 100% effort and devotion, and others where you are just going through the motions,
Blessings,
Ed
I once hear of a priest who wouldn't take the reserve sacrament (consecrated communion wafers) in his car, because the music he was listening to would offend Jesus. When I heard this I thought, surely a God who knows everything that goes on in the world has probably heard that music and knows that you're listening to it. For the record I'm not the priest.
It seems sort of silly to lead a dualistic life of sacred and secular. Are there things that I do, not bad things mind you, that don't fit neatly into the stereotype of clergy, sure. Are there tasks that I take on that have nothing to do with religion? Yes.
But when I see that all that I do and all that I am are intertwined, I'm at a much better place. By not engaging in the false dualism, I'm not inclined to do anything that would be unbecoming to a clergyman.
I also try to give the same loving attention to my non-church activities as I do my church ones. Again because they are of equal value to me and who I am.
In your life, do you try to give the same loving attention to all aspects of your life? Or are there things that get 100% effort and devotion, and others where you are just going through the motions,
Blessings,
Ed
Friday, March 18, 2011
Reflections for 3/18/11
"'Lofty and fair beyond telling was the angels' music,' he said. 'They heard me cry and they answered me. They weren't singing to me of the mercy of God, Finn. their singing was itself the mercy of god. Do yo think I could ever forget it even if I tried." (F. Buechner "Listening to Your Life" p. 72)
Have you ever experienced mercy? Deserved or undeserved? A time when you knew that you had messed up so badly and yet the person who had every right to punish you in some manner, chose not to. And instead acted in a way towards you that you were just left totally amazed. If you have had that experience I am sure it was unforgettable.
In religious circles we often talk of God's mercy. Unfortunately we are also just as capable of not showing it to others. We come close to saying God may be merciful, but we aren't.
While I am thankful that I believe in a "most merciful God," I am just as thankful when that mercy is shown by my fellow human beings. Not only towards me, but towards others as well.
God's mercy is undeniable. Those who believe need to do likewise.
Blessings,
Ed
Have you ever experienced mercy? Deserved or undeserved? A time when you knew that you had messed up so badly and yet the person who had every right to punish you in some manner, chose not to. And instead acted in a way towards you that you were just left totally amazed. If you have had that experience I am sure it was unforgettable.
In religious circles we often talk of God's mercy. Unfortunately we are also just as capable of not showing it to others. We come close to saying God may be merciful, but we aren't.
While I am thankful that I believe in a "most merciful God," I am just as thankful when that mercy is shown by my fellow human beings. Not only towards me, but towards others as well.
God's mercy is undeniable. Those who believe need to do likewise.
Blessings,
Ed
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Reflections for 3/17/11
"True faith. A simple life. A helping hand. She said those was the three things prized most in heaven. On earth it was a fair wife, a stout ox, a swift hound. Beg not, refuse not, she said. One step forward each day was the way to the Land of the Blessed. Don't eat till your stomach cries out. Don't sleep till you can't stay awake. don't open your mouth till it's the truth opens it."(F. Buechner "Listening to Your Life" p. 70)
I have a friend who often shares a quote from one of is relatives, "use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without." We all have heard these kind of wise sayings. Ben Franklin was famous for them if I recall. Of course scripture also has a bunch.
As I looked at these little pears of wisdom that Buechner offered via a character in his book, I tried to think how I was doing living into them.
True faith? What exactly is that? I'm true to my faith, but is my faith the true faith? Actually the true faith is the problem, true faith isn't really a bad thing. A simple life? Hardly, I can get caught up in the materialism of my day as well as the next person. I'd love to live a much simpler life. I'm sure I'd be happier. A helping hand? I sure try.
The part that really spoke to me though was the idea of one step forward each day. I do try to keep moving forward. Sometimes the steps are gigantic, other times they feel more like baby steps. The key of course isn't the length of the stride, but the striding itself. When I'm not moving, not progressing, not growing, I find that trouble starts to come around the corner.
When the time comes to be still I hope it will be because I've completed the journey.
Blessings,
Ed
I have a friend who often shares a quote from one of is relatives, "use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without." We all have heard these kind of wise sayings. Ben Franklin was famous for them if I recall. Of course scripture also has a bunch.
As I looked at these little pears of wisdom that Buechner offered via a character in his book, I tried to think how I was doing living into them.
True faith? What exactly is that? I'm true to my faith, but is my faith the true faith? Actually the true faith is the problem, true faith isn't really a bad thing. A simple life? Hardly, I can get caught up in the materialism of my day as well as the next person. I'd love to live a much simpler life. I'm sure I'd be happier. A helping hand? I sure try.
The part that really spoke to me though was the idea of one step forward each day. I do try to keep moving forward. Sometimes the steps are gigantic, other times they feel more like baby steps. The key of course isn't the length of the stride, but the striding itself. When I'm not moving, not progressing, not growing, I find that trouble starts to come around the corner.
When the time comes to be still I hope it will be because I've completed the journey.
Blessings,
Ed
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Reflections for 3/16/11
"But then comes the end of the story where God with his own hands makes them garments of skins and clothes them. It is the most moving part of the story. They can't go back, but they can go forward clothed in a new way-clothed, that is , not in the sense of having their old defenses again behind which to hide who they are and what they have done bu in the sense of having a new understanding of who they are and a new strength to draw on for what lies before them to do now." (F. Buechner "Listening to Your Life" p. 70)
I can't imagine too many people that don't know the story of Adam and Eve and the Garden of Eden. They know about the fruit, the talking snake and getting kicked out. Augustine created the whole theory of original sin based on this story and theologians since then have been wrestling with the notion of sin and suffering in the world ever since.
In many ways Christians have especially gotten stuck on the punishment side of the story and have been literally and figuratively beating ourselves up over it. We missed the part where God actually takes care of that first couple. God didn't abandon them and say "you blew it, I want nothing to do with you."
I've often thought that perhaps God really needed that first step to be taken. If we had stayed in the Garden, we would have remained clueless and actually somewhat boring.
In most of our lives there comes a cross roads of sorts where a choice is made. That choice isn't always the right one. We almost have a 50-50 shot of getting it wrong. What I have found is that in right choices and wrong ones God seems to be right there recalculating the journey, equipping me with what I will need to continue walking with him, even if the course got altered somewhat.
In those bad choices, after we've said we're sorry to God, to those we may have hurt and ultimately to ourselves, are we ready to accept the new gifts that God will give us in restoring us back to right relation.
Blessings,
Ed
I can't imagine too many people that don't know the story of Adam and Eve and the Garden of Eden. They know about the fruit, the talking snake and getting kicked out. Augustine created the whole theory of original sin based on this story and theologians since then have been wrestling with the notion of sin and suffering in the world ever since.
In many ways Christians have especially gotten stuck on the punishment side of the story and have been literally and figuratively beating ourselves up over it. We missed the part where God actually takes care of that first couple. God didn't abandon them and say "you blew it, I want nothing to do with you."
I've often thought that perhaps God really needed that first step to be taken. If we had stayed in the Garden, we would have remained clueless and actually somewhat boring.
In most of our lives there comes a cross roads of sorts where a choice is made. That choice isn't always the right one. We almost have a 50-50 shot of getting it wrong. What I have found is that in right choices and wrong ones God seems to be right there recalculating the journey, equipping me with what I will need to continue walking with him, even if the course got altered somewhat.
In those bad choices, after we've said we're sorry to God, to those we may have hurt and ultimately to ourselves, are we ready to accept the new gifts that God will give us in restoring us back to right relation.
Blessings,
Ed
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Reflections for 3/15/11
"There's no reason why everyone should be Christian in the same way and every reason to leave room for differences, but if all the competing factions of Christendom were to give as much of themselves to the high calling and holy hope that unites them as they do now to the relative inconsequentialities that divide them, the Church would look more like the Kingdom of god for a change and less like an ungodly mess."(F. Buechner "Listening to Your Life" pp. 69-70)
A quick glance of the "Churches" section of the yellow pages reveals 41 different groups. My church claims two of those groups, Episcopalian and Anglican. In the USA we're Episcopalian, but globally connected to the Anglican church, though some would argue that.
I personally have always been an Episcopalian. I have worshipped in other faith communities, but honestly not enough to really give a fair assessment of whether they could meet my spiritual needs. I certainly have friends and colleagues who represent many of those 41 denominations.
I agree with Buechner that there is some good with having different styles of worship, one cannot be all things to all people. I have noticed that "brand loyalty" is no longer in vogue. People are free to worship wherever they want, and often it will have more to do with who the pastor is, or how the people interact. Most folks today couldn't tell you much about the core doctrines of their denomination, and probably don't even care.
Buechner is also correct in that the Body of Christ spends more time criticizing each other rather than spending its energy on doing cooperatively the things Christ called them to do. The times that we can get together we give a much greater witness to the faith that informs our actions. When those for whom church isn't essential only hear the sniping no wonder they say "why bother."
There are certainly reasons that I choose to remain an Episcopalian. And if asked I can say why I love my church. What I try to avoid is building up my church by tearing down or attacking someone else's.
Blessings,
Ed
A quick glance of the "Churches" section of the yellow pages reveals 41 different groups. My church claims two of those groups, Episcopalian and Anglican. In the USA we're Episcopalian, but globally connected to the Anglican church, though some would argue that.
I personally have always been an Episcopalian. I have worshipped in other faith communities, but honestly not enough to really give a fair assessment of whether they could meet my spiritual needs. I certainly have friends and colleagues who represent many of those 41 denominations.
I agree with Buechner that there is some good with having different styles of worship, one cannot be all things to all people. I have noticed that "brand loyalty" is no longer in vogue. People are free to worship wherever they want, and often it will have more to do with who the pastor is, or how the people interact. Most folks today couldn't tell you much about the core doctrines of their denomination, and probably don't even care.
Buechner is also correct in that the Body of Christ spends more time criticizing each other rather than spending its energy on doing cooperatively the things Christ called them to do. The times that we can get together we give a much greater witness to the faith that informs our actions. When those for whom church isn't essential only hear the sniping no wonder they say "why bother."
There are certainly reasons that I choose to remain an Episcopalian. And if asked I can say why I love my church. What I try to avoid is building up my church by tearing down or attacking someone else's.
Blessings,
Ed
Monday, March 14, 2011
Reflections for 3/14/11
"I sought to please him anyway I could, and since there were no riches I could give to him whose coffers hold the sun and moon, I'd give instead by taking from myself."(F. Buechner "Listening to Your Life" p.67)
Last Wednesday began the church season of Lent. It is a season of self-examination, through fasting, prayer and self-denial. For a lot of people who grew up in the church, you were told to "give something up for Lent." As a kid this always somehow seemed to involve candy. And of course the prize at the end of Lent was that Easter basket full of candy.
As an adult I moved away from giving things up for Lent. It seemed to me to be foolishness to give something up unless you truly meant to not start doing it again as soon as Easter arrived. I suppose if I had an addiction other than food, Lent would be a time to give up smoking or drinking, with the hope to not start up again.
I tend to fall though into a different way of acting during Lent. I prefer to take something on. What is missing in my routine that will empower me to be better physically, mentally or spiritually? What habit would I love to have 40 days to develop so that it becomes something I really look forward to and gets me closer to God and who God wants me to be.
Do you have a Lenten discipline? Is it something you can keep going throughout the year? Or is it time to rethink how you use these 40 days?
Blessings,
Ed
Last Wednesday began the church season of Lent. It is a season of self-examination, through fasting, prayer and self-denial. For a lot of people who grew up in the church, you were told to "give something up for Lent." As a kid this always somehow seemed to involve candy. And of course the prize at the end of Lent was that Easter basket full of candy.
As an adult I moved away from giving things up for Lent. It seemed to me to be foolishness to give something up unless you truly meant to not start doing it again as soon as Easter arrived. I suppose if I had an addiction other than food, Lent would be a time to give up smoking or drinking, with the hope to not start up again.
I tend to fall though into a different way of acting during Lent. I prefer to take something on. What is missing in my routine that will empower me to be better physically, mentally or spiritually? What habit would I love to have 40 days to develop so that it becomes something I really look forward to and gets me closer to God and who God wants me to be.
Do you have a Lenten discipline? Is it something you can keep going throughout the year? Or is it time to rethink how you use these 40 days?
Blessings,
Ed
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Reflections for 3/13/11
"One summer day I lay upon the grass. I'd sinned, no matter how, and in sin's wake there came a kind of drowsy peace so deep I hadn't even will enough to lathe myself. I had no mind to pray. I scarcely had a mind at all, just eyes to see the greenwood overhead, just flesh to feel the sun." (F. Buechner "Listening to Your Life" p. 67)
Being in the doghouse is something most people have experienced at one time or another. Having done something foolish that made someone dear to you hurt or angry and all you can do is go on some self imposed time out.
In that time you might play out how the scenario should have gone. You might see yourself repeating the mistake over and over again, and wishing you could undue it. And with all those emotional gymnastics about all you can do is just collapse in side of yourself. There is almost a point of numbness that takes over. And you drift off.
Once that time out is over, then the real work begins. Can we regain our senses and begin to pray about how to fix it. How to ask for that forgiveness we so desperately need.
And there is also something about just lying on the grass and staring off into space that creates the atmosphere for that kind of praying to occur.
Blessings,
Ed
Being in the doghouse is something most people have experienced at one time or another. Having done something foolish that made someone dear to you hurt or angry and all you can do is go on some self imposed time out.
In that time you might play out how the scenario should have gone. You might see yourself repeating the mistake over and over again, and wishing you could undue it. And with all those emotional gymnastics about all you can do is just collapse in side of yourself. There is almost a point of numbness that takes over. And you drift off.
Once that time out is over, then the real work begins. Can we regain our senses and begin to pray about how to fix it. How to ask for that forgiveness we so desperately need.
And there is also something about just lying on the grass and staring off into space that creates the atmosphere for that kind of praying to occur.
Blessings,
Ed
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Reflections for 3/12/11
"Yet Godric prays the way he breathes, for else his heart would wither in his breast. Prayer is the wind that fills his sail. Else waves would dash him on the rocks, or he would drift with witless tides. And sometimes, by God's grace, a prayer is heard." (F. Buechner "Listening to Your Life" p. 66)
Prayer is a funny commodity. People of faith, whether deep or shallow, will use it. The shallow faith taps into prayer only in times of crisis. A deeper faith has prayer be much like breath, something that is done naturally without even thinking about it.
I try to go deeper in my faith, and I find that intentionality in prayer is the key. I'd like to get to a place where prayer just happens, where I don't have to schedule it. I'm not there yet, but I'm getting better at keeping my appointments with it.
I do know that prayer is a centering place. Taking the time for it, energizes me to get done what needs to get done. Prayer centers me and allows me to unload when I'm feeling crushed and keeps me from floating to far afield.
I do believe prayer is heard all the time, it isn't always answered in the way I would expect and sometimes I need to pray just to grasp how it was answered.
Blessings,
Ed
Prayer is a funny commodity. People of faith, whether deep or shallow, will use it. The shallow faith taps into prayer only in times of crisis. A deeper faith has prayer be much like breath, something that is done naturally without even thinking about it.
I try to go deeper in my faith, and I find that intentionality in prayer is the key. I'd like to get to a place where prayer just happens, where I don't have to schedule it. I'm not there yet, but I'm getting better at keeping my appointments with it.
I do know that prayer is a centering place. Taking the time for it, energizes me to get done what needs to get done. Prayer centers me and allows me to unload when I'm feeling crushed and keeps me from floating to far afield.
I do believe prayer is heard all the time, it isn't always answered in the way I would expect and sometimes I need to pray just to grasp how it was answered.
Blessings,
Ed
Friday, March 11, 2011
Reflections for 3/11/11
"It also feel to me to tend the lads who sang at mass lest, left alone, they'd tear Saint Giles to bits. They chirped and fought like sparrows in a trap. They'd steal up with their candles from behind and drop hot tallow on bald pates. At Pentecost they brought a cage of mice. They set them free....And yet it was like angels when they sang!"(F. Buechner "Listening to Your Life" p.66)
Most people are familiar with the phrase "he's no choir boy." Usually meaning that the person is a trouble maker. Of course the problem is that very few boys fit well into the stereotype of "choir boy." I'm sure this is true for girls as well, but I have boys so I'll leave it to the parents of girls to decide if they can be just as mischevious.
I know that when it comes to really bad, even border line criminal behavior, my two teenagers aren't even close. That is not to say that they don't have their moments. What I understand, perhaps even from my own personal experience is that most not so good behavior is usually an attempt to get attention. Most of us have tried this at some point in our lives.
The real question is why do we no try doing something positive when we want attention. Why is it usually acting out? And it isn't only teenagers that do this. I have witnessed plenty of adults whose only way to get attention is to act in ways that make no sense at all.
And I'd even have to look in the mirror from time to time and ask, "exactly what were you hoping to gain from that action you just took?" Deep inside I suppose is still stuck a little boy, that just wanted to be noticed. In my more mature moments that little boy gets told it will be alright.
Blessings,
Ed
Most people are familiar with the phrase "he's no choir boy." Usually meaning that the person is a trouble maker. Of course the problem is that very few boys fit well into the stereotype of "choir boy." I'm sure this is true for girls as well, but I have boys so I'll leave it to the parents of girls to decide if they can be just as mischevious.
I know that when it comes to really bad, even border line criminal behavior, my two teenagers aren't even close. That is not to say that they don't have their moments. What I understand, perhaps even from my own personal experience is that most not so good behavior is usually an attempt to get attention. Most of us have tried this at some point in our lives.
The real question is why do we no try doing something positive when we want attention. Why is it usually acting out? And it isn't only teenagers that do this. I have witnessed plenty of adults whose only way to get attention is to act in ways that make no sense at all.
And I'd even have to look in the mirror from time to time and ask, "exactly what were you hoping to gain from that action you just took?" Deep inside I suppose is still stuck a little boy, that just wanted to be noticed. In my more mature moments that little boy gets told it will be alright.
Blessings,
Ed
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Reflections for 3/10/11
"An easy thing, it is to love a babe. A Babe asks nothing, never chides. A babe is fair to see. A babe is hope for better things to come. All this and more. But babes grow into men at last. That's where it runs a bitter brew." (F. Buechner "Listening to Your Life" p. 65)
When I first read this quote, I laughed and said to myself, only a monk could say this. The quote is from Buechner's character Godric. This guy clearly has a romanticized view of babies and kids. Or perhaps he feels like some I love children, other people's children.
While I certainly love my sons and have loved them at every stretch of their lives, to say it was easy is nonsense. Babe's do in fact ask for things, not in audible words, but usually by crying for food, to be held, to be changed. They know how to get your attention and then you have to figure out what it is they actually want or need. They may not chide but if you're really tired and they get going it will feel that way. I will agree that babe's are fair to see, there is always something beautiful about them even if they won't be modeling for mommy magazine ads. They certainly give us a hope for the future because they remind us that life goes on. Maybe that's why I love baptisms best of all the sacramental moments in the church.
Getting back to my own kids for a moment, now teenagers, I still love them, and it still isn't easy. There are times that I burst with pride in the way they conduct themselves through life. There are also times when I shake my head in disbelief about the choices they make. And sometimes I don't get what it is they want.
And I find it true about adults as well. I try to love everyone, but in most cases it is not easy. I often have to read between the lines to figure out what people really want. Though occasionally someone states it clearly. And boy can they chide.
And maybe it is that reality that most of us still have child like qualities that make us lovable and frustrating simultaneously. Or maybe it is just what being human is really all about.
Blessings,
Ed
When I first read this quote, I laughed and said to myself, only a monk could say this. The quote is from Buechner's character Godric. This guy clearly has a romanticized view of babies and kids. Or perhaps he feels like some I love children, other people's children.
While I certainly love my sons and have loved them at every stretch of their lives, to say it was easy is nonsense. Babe's do in fact ask for things, not in audible words, but usually by crying for food, to be held, to be changed. They know how to get your attention and then you have to figure out what it is they actually want or need. They may not chide but if you're really tired and they get going it will feel that way. I will agree that babe's are fair to see, there is always something beautiful about them even if they won't be modeling for mommy magazine ads. They certainly give us a hope for the future because they remind us that life goes on. Maybe that's why I love baptisms best of all the sacramental moments in the church.
Getting back to my own kids for a moment, now teenagers, I still love them, and it still isn't easy. There are times that I burst with pride in the way they conduct themselves through life. There are also times when I shake my head in disbelief about the choices they make. And sometimes I don't get what it is they want.
And I find it true about adults as well. I try to love everyone, but in most cases it is not easy. I often have to read between the lines to figure out what people really want. Though occasionally someone states it clearly. And boy can they chide.
And maybe it is that reality that most of us still have child like qualities that make us lovable and frustrating simultaneously. Or maybe it is just what being human is really all about.
Blessings,
Ed
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Reflections for 3/9/11
"He had no doubt that there were joys awaiting him in Paradise for all his grief on earth, but he'd lived so long in pain and penitence I feared that when his time for bliss came round at last, he'd find he'd lost the art...He looked so sour even as he sang, it was if the sound of all those merry revels hurt his ears."
Today is Ash Wednesday, a day when many Christians begin the season of Lent. You'll see some of the more Catholic of us, walking around with ashes on our foreheads. A sign of our mortality and penance.
It is also the day when the Gospel reading has Jesus reminding us that we are not supposed to look dismal, while fasting so that others can see us.
While there are some ascetic practices that might bring on some pained looks, there are also folks who spend most of their lives looking angry, maybe because they are. I find it really sad when these same sour pusses talk about how much they love Jesus.
I'm not sure how it is possible to live in the hear and now with that much vinegar running through your system. As a person who believes that the good things we experience while on our earthly pilgrimage are just a foretaste of the great things that are to come.
I try to carry myself with a countenance that says, I actually am glad to be alive, and glad to be here. I'm not happy all the time, that would be denial. But I won't spend every waking moment of my life being miserable, looking miserable and making everyone I come in contact with miserable as well. Boasting of one's misery is still boasting and to be avoided at all costs.
Blessings,
Ed
Today is Ash Wednesday, a day when many Christians begin the season of Lent. You'll see some of the more Catholic of us, walking around with ashes on our foreheads. A sign of our mortality and penance.
It is also the day when the Gospel reading has Jesus reminding us that we are not supposed to look dismal, while fasting so that others can see us.
While there are some ascetic practices that might bring on some pained looks, there are also folks who spend most of their lives looking angry, maybe because they are. I find it really sad when these same sour pusses talk about how much they love Jesus.
I'm not sure how it is possible to live in the hear and now with that much vinegar running through your system. As a person who believes that the good things we experience while on our earthly pilgrimage are just a foretaste of the great things that are to come.
I try to carry myself with a countenance that says, I actually am glad to be alive, and glad to be here. I'm not happy all the time, that would be denial. But I won't spend every waking moment of my life being miserable, looking miserable and making everyone I come in contact with miserable as well. Boasting of one's misery is still boasting and to be avoided at all costs.
Blessings,
Ed
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Reflections for 3/8/11
"Elric had studied with the monks. He wrote and read. He knew the Gospels back and forth. He had the psalms by heart. An oak grew near his cave with one great branch he'd climb to like a squirrel and perch there till he'd sung them through. He sang in Latin, but, for me, he put them into speech I understood." (F.Buechner "Listening to Your Life" p. 64)
There is funk metal band called Living Color. There biggest hit song was entitled "Cult of Personality" The song actually begins with an edited quote from Malcolm X. ". . . And during the few moments that we have left, . . . We want to talk right down to earth in a language that everybody here can easily understand."
Talking in a language that everyone understands. With each new generation comes some new form of communication. I sometimes listen to my teenagers talking to their friends on the phone and I have no clue what they are saying. I may be better off in my ignorance perhaps.
I also know that there are subjects that I don't totally get, and when they stay merely in the technical language of the field, I usually wind up thinking "I have no idea what you just said, but it sounded impressive." It is even true in my own field. There are times that fellow clergy talk in a way that I wonder how anyone connects to what they are saying.
I've been told that I'm able to communicate my points because I have a way of explaining things that make it understandable. I of course just think that I'm talking in words that come naturally for me. I also know how much I appreciate down to earth conversations where no one is trying to impress someone with their extensive vocabulary. And of course they may be making stuff up.
It is a wonderful gift to have someone who can explain something to you and you leave actually getting it. It's even more impressive when the person knows just how to tell it to you in a way that only you can understand.
Blessings,
Ed
There is funk metal band called Living Color. There biggest hit song was entitled "Cult of Personality" The song actually begins with an edited quote from Malcolm X. ". . . And during the few moments that we have left, . . . We want to talk right down to earth in a language that everybody here can easily understand."
Talking in a language that everyone understands. With each new generation comes some new form of communication. I sometimes listen to my teenagers talking to their friends on the phone and I have no clue what they are saying. I may be better off in my ignorance perhaps.
I also know that there are subjects that I don't totally get, and when they stay merely in the technical language of the field, I usually wind up thinking "I have no idea what you just said, but it sounded impressive." It is even true in my own field. There are times that fellow clergy talk in a way that I wonder how anyone connects to what they are saying.
I've been told that I'm able to communicate my points because I have a way of explaining things that make it understandable. I of course just think that I'm talking in words that come naturally for me. I also know how much I appreciate down to earth conversations where no one is trying to impress someone with their extensive vocabulary. And of course they may be making stuff up.
It is a wonderful gift to have someone who can explain something to you and you leave actually getting it. It's even more impressive when the person knows just how to tell it to you in a way that only you can understand.
Blessings,
Ed
Monday, March 7, 2011
Reflections for 3/7/11
"Nothing I ever knew before and nothing I have ever come to know from then till now can match the holy mirth and madness of that time." (F.Buechner "Listening to Your Life" p.64)
I often see life as a roller coaster ride. Some ups some downs, but always moving. I don't know that I can say that there was a high point in my life to which nothing has ever matched. It isn't that each high point was better than the previous one, they are all just different. They occurred at different times in my life and it almost is like comparing apples to oranges.
I know I wouldn't trade away any of those experiences. I also try not to play can I top that. Instead I look forward to the next experience. I'll try not to compare it to some previous one, just enjoy it for what it is.
I hope life continues to be that roller coaster of up and down but moving. And not one which hits a high point to which I then feel it just goes down hill from there.
Blessings,
Ed
I often see life as a roller coaster ride. Some ups some downs, but always moving. I don't know that I can say that there was a high point in my life to which nothing has ever matched. It isn't that each high point was better than the previous one, they are all just different. They occurred at different times in my life and it almost is like comparing apples to oranges.
I know I wouldn't trade away any of those experiences. I also try not to play can I top that. Instead I look forward to the next experience. I'll try not to compare it to some previous one, just enjoy it for what it is.
I hope life continues to be that roller coaster of up and down but moving. And not one which hits a high point to which I then feel it just goes down hill from there.
Blessings,
Ed
Reflections for 3/6/11
"With a candle in my hand I climbed the hill on which they nailed thee to a tree." (F. Buechner "Listening to Your Life" p. 63)
I have never been to Israel. I have heard from people who have went that it is an amazing experience. While some of the sights may have become a little to touristy, I've heard there's a Miracle at Cana Wine Shop, I do believe that being in the place where Jesus is said to have been would be quite powerful. Perhaps someday I will get to go.
I have been to some fairly moving places in this country. I visited ground zero in November of 2001. I have been to Gettysburg, the Little Big Horn, Niagra Falls, and many other places. Some sacred in a religious sense, some sacred in a non-church way.
When I go places that have historical import, I like to picture what went on there, to think of the people who were there. To consider what led to that event. In places that are of natural beauty, to just contemplate the awesome creativity of the God I believe in.
Where are places of pilgrimage for you? Where do you hope to visit in your lifetime, but to date have only heard about? Are there places where God is so truly present that you are just left to soak it all in. Just living in awe and wonder.
Blessings,
Ed
I have never been to Israel. I have heard from people who have went that it is an amazing experience. While some of the sights may have become a little to touristy, I've heard there's a Miracle at Cana Wine Shop, I do believe that being in the place where Jesus is said to have been would be quite powerful. Perhaps someday I will get to go.
I have been to some fairly moving places in this country. I visited ground zero in November of 2001. I have been to Gettysburg, the Little Big Horn, Niagra Falls, and many other places. Some sacred in a religious sense, some sacred in a non-church way.
When I go places that have historical import, I like to picture what went on there, to think of the people who were there. To consider what led to that event. In places that are of natural beauty, to just contemplate the awesome creativity of the God I believe in.
Where are places of pilgrimage for you? Where do you hope to visit in your lifetime, but to date have only heard about? Are there places where God is so truly present that you are just left to soak it all in. Just living in awe and wonder.
Blessings,
Ed
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Reflections for 3/5/11
"But more than anything, I think, we wept for us, and so it ever is with tears. Whatever be their outward cause, within the chancel of the heart it's we ourselves for whom they finally fall."(F. Buechner "Listening to Your Life" p.63)
I'll do something that's hard for "real men" to do, I actually have cried. I don't cry at the drop of a hat, but I have shed some tears as an adult. I don't cry much at funerals anymore but I can get choked up watching others go through their grieving. I suppose because I have to preside at a funeral, I feel I need to keep it somewhat together. But I know that a funeral even for someone I didn't really know brings back funerals of my grandparents and my mentor in the priesthood.
I certainly shed some tears at movies. Again because they evoke some sort of deep connection to real events or perhaps even subconscious worries.
I also have shed tears of joy. Watching the birth of my children, when ever something goes well for them. My son's first win this season was one of those moments.
I take some consolation in knowing that it is okay to cry, because the Bible tells me that "Jesus wept." I sometimes wonder if one of the causes of so much of our stress, especially my fellow males, is this non-sense that men don't cry.
Blessings,
Ed
I'll do something that's hard for "real men" to do, I actually have cried. I don't cry at the drop of a hat, but I have shed some tears as an adult. I don't cry much at funerals anymore but I can get choked up watching others go through their grieving. I suppose because I have to preside at a funeral, I feel I need to keep it somewhat together. But I know that a funeral even for someone I didn't really know brings back funerals of my grandparents and my mentor in the priesthood.
I certainly shed some tears at movies. Again because they evoke some sort of deep connection to real events or perhaps even subconscious worries.
I also have shed tears of joy. Watching the birth of my children, when ever something goes well for them. My son's first win this season was one of those moments.
I take some consolation in knowing that it is okay to cry, because the Bible tells me that "Jesus wept." I sometimes wonder if one of the causes of so much of our stress, especially my fellow males, is this non-sense that men don't cry.
Blessings,
Ed
Friday, March 4, 2011
Reflections for 3/4/11
"Of their own, my hands have nothing more than any man's and less now at this tottering, lamewit age of mine when most of what I ever had is more than mostly spent."(F. Buechner "Listening to Your Life" p. 62)
What in your past do you remember being good at. At one time I was a fine musician. I was never disciplined enough in practicing to be a great musician, but I could play the bass line with my tuba well enough. Now I'm not sure I could make music on a tuba anymore.
I used to be a wrestler. Okay I won't claim that I was even a good wrestler. But I also know that if I went out on the mat today I would probably hurt myself.
I'm sure there are other things in my past that I used to be good at, and no longer do or in some cases can't do. Does that mean that I no longer have anything to offer the world? Probably not. I'm sure there are things that I am good at now that I wasn't very good at in the past. Problem is I'm not that good at self analysis.
I don't see myself as any more special than the next person, though I could do better in not seeing myself as less than. I'm not the best priest, father, husband, or coach ever, but I'm not the worst either. In some ways I just am doing the best I can with what God has blessed me with. Only those whom I've known on this journey will be able to judge how well I"m doing or have done.
Blessings,
Ed
What in your past do you remember being good at. At one time I was a fine musician. I was never disciplined enough in practicing to be a great musician, but I could play the bass line with my tuba well enough. Now I'm not sure I could make music on a tuba anymore.
I used to be a wrestler. Okay I won't claim that I was even a good wrestler. But I also know that if I went out on the mat today I would probably hurt myself.
I'm sure there are other things in my past that I used to be good at, and no longer do or in some cases can't do. Does that mean that I no longer have anything to offer the world? Probably not. I'm sure there are things that I am good at now that I wasn't very good at in the past. Problem is I'm not that good at self analysis.
I don't see myself as any more special than the next person, though I could do better in not seeing myself as less than. I'm not the best priest, father, husband, or coach ever, but I'm not the worst either. In some ways I just am doing the best I can with what God has blessed me with. Only those whom I've known on this journey will be able to judge how well I"m doing or have done.
Blessings,
Ed
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Reflections for 3/3/11
"The tale they tell is of a leper cleansed. I do not know nor seek to know, for pride lies one way, rue the other. Butr from that time the word went forth there was healing in my hands. Something was in my hands at least and rests there yet though they're all knotted nlow and stiff like claws. Folk come miles to have me touch them. Could I but touch the churlisness within myself or kiss old Godric clean!" (F. Buechner "Listening to Your Life" pp.61-62)
I'm never certain what my charisms are, but I'm fairly certain what they aren't and miraculous healings are definitely not on the list. I'm not 100% cynical on faith healers, though I have some serious doubts about their authenticity. I wouldn't want to claim what is really possible. I certainly have known people who have been cured and the doctors have no idea why or how.
I do know as a priest that about the best I have to offer is an assurance of God's presence with someone, mainly because I believe that to be true. I hope that out there I have somehow opened a door to the heart which allowed space for God to come in.
I also understand fully what Buechner says through Godric. That often we clergy are better at helping others than we are in helping ourselves or even acknowledging that we need help.
I suppose that is true of any profession. You may know what you are good at. And you may do it very well. But when you need it done for yourself, you feel completely helpless.
Blessings,
Ed
I'm never certain what my charisms are, but I'm fairly certain what they aren't and miraculous healings are definitely not on the list. I'm not 100% cynical on faith healers, though I have some serious doubts about their authenticity. I wouldn't want to claim what is really possible. I certainly have known people who have been cured and the doctors have no idea why or how.
I do know as a priest that about the best I have to offer is an assurance of God's presence with someone, mainly because I believe that to be true. I hope that out there I have somehow opened a door to the heart which allowed space for God to come in.
I also understand fully what Buechner says through Godric. That often we clergy are better at helping others than we are in helping ourselves or even acknowledging that we need help.
I suppose that is true of any profession. You may know what you are good at. And you may do it very well. But when you need it done for yourself, you feel completely helpless.
Blessings,
Ed
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Reflections for 3/2/11
"But when melody wells up in thrushes' throats, and bees buzz honeysong, and rock and river clap like hands in summer sun, then misery's drowned in minstrelsy, and Godric's glad in spite of all."(F. Buechner "Listening to Your Life" pp.60-61)
I'm thankful that I still have good hearing. In spite of years of listening to loud music through earphones and one too many concerts, I haven't lost that sense yet. My world like others is noisy. The phone rings, the family members scream, a train rolls through town. Yet right now the only thing I hear is the slight hum of the computer and my fingers tapping away at the keyboard. Silence, not quite, but very still for sure. Perhaps more than a church office should have.
As a person who loves the outdoors I also enjoy those sounds as well. Birds, wind blowing through trees, a babbling brook, the ocean and the sound of the gulls cry. And soon I'll hear the crack of the bat on ball signaling the return of baseball.
All those sounds remind me of what is right in the world and allow me to deal with the other noise.
What sounds bring you peace of mind? What sounds disturb your peace?
Blessings,
Ed
I'm thankful that I still have good hearing. In spite of years of listening to loud music through earphones and one too many concerts, I haven't lost that sense yet. My world like others is noisy. The phone rings, the family members scream, a train rolls through town. Yet right now the only thing I hear is the slight hum of the computer and my fingers tapping away at the keyboard. Silence, not quite, but very still for sure. Perhaps more than a church office should have.
As a person who loves the outdoors I also enjoy those sounds as well. Birds, wind blowing through trees, a babbling brook, the ocean and the sound of the gulls cry. And soon I'll hear the crack of the bat on ball signaling the return of baseball.
All those sounds remind me of what is right in the world and allow me to deal with the other noise.
What sounds bring you peace of mind? What sounds disturb your peace?
Blessings,
Ed
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Reflections for 3/1/11
"This life of ours is like a street that passes many doors, nor think you all the doors I mean are wood. Every day's a door and every night....They are all doors, some God's and some the Fiend's. So choose with care which ones you take, my son, and one day-who can say-you'll reach the holy door itself."(F. Buechner "Listening to Your Life" p. 60)
Perhaps you remember the game show "Let's Make a Deal." I gather there's a new version on now, but I remember the original with Monty Hall. I always liked the part where they could trade some prize for what was behind door number whatever. Sometimes something really valuable was behind it, sometimes it literally was a goat.
I understand the idea of life being a series of doors. Often they are closed and we have to choose whether to open them. Sometimes we are well advised to knock first and see who says come in. There is also that quote "when God closes a door he opens another." There are times in life when it feels like a door has been closed behind us, or sometimes even where its been slammed shut in our face, or just locked to us.
I hope there are more doors down the road for me. I hope many will be unlocked or opened for me.
Hopefully you'll have the courage to choose the right door and walk on through.
Blessings,
Ed
Perhaps you remember the game show "Let's Make a Deal." I gather there's a new version on now, but I remember the original with Monty Hall. I always liked the part where they could trade some prize for what was behind door number whatever. Sometimes something really valuable was behind it, sometimes it literally was a goat.
I understand the idea of life being a series of doors. Often they are closed and we have to choose whether to open them. Sometimes we are well advised to knock first and see who says come in. There is also that quote "when God closes a door he opens another." There are times in life when it feels like a door has been closed behind us, or sometimes even where its been slammed shut in our face, or just locked to us.
I hope there are more doors down the road for me. I hope many will be unlocked or opened for me.
Hopefully you'll have the courage to choose the right door and walk on through.
Blessings,
Ed
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