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We found it and my radical Lord

Since we moved, one of my big concerns was finding a church where we fit in.  I mean, our church in Colorado Springs was one of the hardest things to leave behind.  We had friends there, people that we knew we could count on for anything.  Even when things were difficult within the church we knew that we were loved and, I hope, people knew that we loved them and would support them even when we disagreed on the way things were being handled.

I’ll admit, the first Sunday after we moved in, I malingered…alot.  I was too tired to go to church.  God saw how hard I had worked that week to get everyone settled and happy and ready to start school the next day.  He would let this one slide.  Right?

Well, of course He let that one slide.  But I couldn’t.  I knew the reason I didn’t go to church that Sunday was really that I was feeling sorry for myself.  I didn’t want to meet anyone.  I didn’t want to put the effort into finding this part of our new home.

I thought about it all the next week.  But I didn’t do anything about it.  Just some good, old fashioned ruminating.

I don’t know what actually lit the fire under me.  I do know that Saturday night I sat down with the phone book and looked up the denomination of church that we are interested in.  I found 2 that were apparently close by.  So I called to see what time their services started and since it was late in the evening I could do this without making any human conact, no commitment.

We decided we would try the church that was the closest to our new home the next morning.

When I woke up on Sunday morning (an hour before the alarm went off) I was full of those first-day-of-school butterflies that I always used to get.  I almost decided I was too sick to go to church again.  Instead, I made a big breakfast and reeted my family with a cheerfulness I wasn’t feeling.

When we got to church, Bubba was insanely a bit clingy so I figured this was probably not going to be our new church home.  But Bubba and Lullibell left for children’s church without much ado and I settled back with hubby to listen to the sermon.

The sermon series was on scary stories of the Bible…I like a good scary story…so I figured this could be interesting.  The story they were talking about was Joshua and the wall at Jericho.  The sermon was really good and Pastor John made a couple of really good points that I could feel God drawing to me.

Then we picked up the monsters and Bubba announced that this was the best church ever and he would never go to a different church!  SOLD!

Today PJ started a new series on the Revolutionary and Radical Sayings of Jesus Christ.  Now, I don’t know about you but, I really like the idea of Jesus being this, wild eyed radical, bucking the system, saying these insane things about God and love and grace.  So again the sermon series was very interesting to me.

This morning, the sermon was called “Self Must Die” and is cited from Matthew 16:24-25.  For me the two major ideas that I have been kicking around in my head were the quote from Dietrich Bonhoeffer that PJ cited and the idea of what is my “cross”.

Bonhoeffer said that “security is man’s biggest idol.”  Wow…that really struck me.  I would do anything to make sure, above all else, that my children are secure…then next is myself and hubby…I mean anything…scary, huh?

And the cross…what is my “cross”?  Pretty much everyone I know reads the verse Luke 9:23 and thinks of carrying a cross of burden.  But today Pastor John asked us to look at out cross as God’s will for us, his plan or desire for us.

Funny,  I have been struggling with that very question recently.  So tonight I went to the study group about the sermon to hear more.  I was not provided with a flash of light and an awakening that gave me all of the answers.  I was however more clear on what I need to think about over the next few days and I felt more peaceful than I have in a very long time.

I am happy when I am with my monsters doing Momma things.  I am happy when I am being of service, helping others, loving my neighbor.  I believe that somewhere in those two things is my cross, God’s desire for me.


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Mary, love, and grace

In my ladies book and Bible study the other day we read a story called “Love Casts Out Fear”. It was a short story written about Mary Magdalene and her trip to the tomb on Easter Morning. The story describes Mary’s fear of being arrested for tending to Jesus’ body, her deep sadness at seeing his body broken and bleeding, the first time she met Jesus, and his appearance to her first after His death.

According to this story, their first meeting took place on a day when Mary was suffering terribly. The seven “demons” that were possessing her were in full force that day and she had broken free of those tending to her. At this point Mary was the lowest of the low in society, a woman, and a sick one at that. Mary was contemplating hurling herself into the well in the town when Jesus saw her, wiped the blood from her face and cast out the demons. After that, Mary became what some call the disciple to the disciples.

For me Mary is the ultimate example of why God sent His son to us. The first person to see Jesus alive on the first Easter morning was Mary. Before Mary women had very low position in religion. And now, the Son of God is appearing to a woman and asking her to spread His message first. Before this no one uttered the name of God because it was too holy and above the common man. Jesus brought the grace and love of His Father to everyone. I don’t need to go to a priest or rabbi or whatever to converse with my God. He is always right there available to me. Open to me.

And I don’t need holy relics. The history is there to be seen. Much of what is written can be backed up with archaeological data. That’s great. I find all of that very interesting and fun to learn about, read about and study but it is not a necessary part of my spirituality. I can accept much on faith. And I can do this because I have felt the grace and love that is what God gave me when Jesus appeared to Mary on the first Easter morning.

Stay spiritual and don’t worry

Last week was the beginning of the Lenten study for the women’s bible group I belong to. The title of the study is Attentiveness: being present. It is part of a larger series of called A study of Christian Character in Community.

While I am not a fan of the format for a large series like this I have a found some parts of this study to be wonderfully spiritual. The part of the study that I have done so far is called Lectio Divina. Briefly described in the text as “praying the scriptures” it is a 5 step process to give the reading your entire attention. Silence yourself, read the passage silently and/or aloud, meditate on a word or phrase from the scripture reading, pray for transformation through the word or phrase, and finally rest silently-just be.

One of the first passages that I did this with was Matthew 6:25-34. This is the Lillies of the valley passage. These verses advise us not to worry. The flowers and birds around us don’t worry and they are provided for so why do we worry. I think part of what is being said in this passage is that while it is okay to plan ahead, to live in tomorrow is very damaging to our spirit.

I had read this passage before. Alot. The page is dog eared at the top and bottom. The passage is highlighted in a big block of yellow. There is underlining in a couple of different inks. Notes scribbled in the margins. I have it in my list of scriptures that are important to me in the back of my bible. I guess I think about worry alot.

The thing I had never noticed or processed or whatever you want to callit is the very last sentence of the very last verse: “Each day has enough worry of its own.”

Funny how that has been highlighted for me this week.

No showings of my house last week or over the weekend. Should I worry? It wouldn’t do any good if I did. Very sick little girl in Bubba’s class. Should I worry? Nope. Bubba contracts one of the illnesses the little girl had, impetigo. Should I worry? Nope-we spent 3 hours in the ER on Tuesday just to get the scrip for his medicine. No worries. Except we were no where near gonna make it to pick up Lullibell from school on time and all of my fall back pick up people were out of town or sick or moved away. No worries-called the fabulous Trish to pick Lulli up when she picked up her kids. Lulli had a marvelous time with them. No worries. On Wednesday we had in-line hockey and a showing. No worries. In the mean time Lullibell locked her guitar in the bathroom to keep it away from Bubba. Never mind that she didn’t think far enough ahead as to how we would get the door open when we needed in said BATHROOM. Tried my lock picking skill on that one. Still couldn’t get it open (damaged pride). Finally we took the door knob off and got in. No worries.

Sometimes it just gets to the point where you have to laugh about it all or you end up crying about it!

But no worrying!!!

“Each day has enough worries of its own” has become my mantra this week. A kind of slow down and take it a little at a time-instead of running in and bulling through life!