At Easter: Selfless Love, Divine Power

 

Lord Christ,

I sense your presence and blessing as spring unfolds. And I find it in family, especially my marvelous grandkids! Still, I suffer from “grumpy old man” syndrome. 

I need Easter! Can I get an Alleluia!?!

Too much news. Too much Twitter. School shootings. Deadly tornados. Political turmoil. MAGA. Ukraine. The new Cold War. 

I need the Resurrection. I need the promise of restoration. I need that celebration of Christian hope!

Atonement theory trips me up. The conservative canon of inerrancy, hellfire and End Times confounds me, too. I am, however, fully convinced of two Easter tenets:

“Christ Crucified” proves your devotion to humankind. In a most ignominious way, you surrendered your life. That ultimate sacrifice is convicting. Your selfless, mighty love for us is deep and wide.

“The Risen Christ” demonstrates your authority over evil and death. This super natural, awe inspiring display of Divine power is compelling. The most daunting obstacles can be overcome when we put our trust in you.

For the intensity of Christ’s Easter love, Alleluia!

For the supremacy of Christ’s Easter love, Alleluia!

Amen.

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"I Quit!" in Lent

My career ends as Lent begins. 

I treasure the accolades, the friendships and memories, but the real treasure is God’s faithfulness over fifty years. 

Retirement unfolds and I’m called to relax my grip on what was. There’s a Holy knowing in this Lenten season that it’s merely dust and ashes. 

Mark my forehead with those ashes - a sign of humility, a reminder of my mortality.

Bass, Rohr and Nouwen are my counselors (via e-mail.*) They are far more helpful than Job’s friends! 

Bass reminds me about “stripping the alter,” about our monuments turning to dust. It’s time to sweep out the attic; create something new. 

Rohr calls me away from prestige, success and influence. What he calls my survival dance is to be replaced by a sacred dance. 

Nouwen encourages a new focus: to think God’s thoughts, to speak God’s words, to take God’s action. 

May all of this take hold in my head and heart...in my life. Amen. 

* Links to Diana Butler Bass, Richard Rohr and Henri Nouwen:

https://dianabutlerbass.com/the-cottage/

https://cac.org/daily-meditations/

https://henrinouwen.org/meditation/

For Thanksgiving

My twin themes for Thanksgiving are gratitude and food. I tend to overemphasize the victuals. This prayerful thought - about God’s unlimited buffet - comes from Scripture Union and a Methodist chaplain in Plymouth UK, Jonny Libby.

 

Lord Christ,

Your healings and miracles often end with a meal.

Thousands encounter your healing power and find strength in the breaking of bread.

It was your Mother’s song. He has filled the hungry with good things.

(Luke 1:53)

It continues in real time. You feed humankind with your Spirit at Holy Communion.

We may be hungry in different ways. Physically. Emotionally. Spiritually.

You offer to feed us, to satisfy that hunger. We are deeply grateful.

And we give thanks for this meal, the people who raised and grew the food, the hands that prepare and serve it, and for the hands we hold around this table. Let this be a holy communion for our friends and  family.

Amen.

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The Church in Decline

O Lord!

Much is written about declining church attendance and religious affiliation.

But this isn’t a lamentation. I’m taking the long view, trusting that your power far exceeds the problem.

Many blame society or the culture, but maybe the church has fallen short? It's a self-inflicted wound. Evangelicals have so often embraced the wrong things. The mainline church struggles to stand for important things. Angry Jesus or a watered down Jesus. Not a compelling choice.

And people drifted away. Many sprinted. It’s happened in my own family. My heart breaks.

Could this be an Isaiah 43 moment?

See, I am doing a new thing!
Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness
and streams in the wasteland.

  (Isaiah 43:19)

Lord Christ, I don't believe you need the endorsement of politicians, the praise of patriots. You don’t see nationalities or borders. You are recruiting Jesus followers. It’s a grace filled, global program for healers, for servants, for Fruits of the Spirit people.

I am confident you will rework, reconfigure and rebuild your church. Now, how can I help, where can I help with that project? Amen.

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[Pew study]

My Heart Melts

I recently read an essay by Fr. Ron Rolheiser about the incarnation and the intentional significance of Jesus coming first to us as a baby… 

Why? Why doesn’t the all-powerful Creator of the universe flex more muscle? Why is God normally revealed more in the body of an infant than in that of Superstar? Why? Because the power of God works to melt hearts rather than break them, and that’s what vulnerability and helplessness can do. That’s what infants can do. (In Exile, 12/21/2020) 

And my reading coincided with the arrival of our fourth grandchild, Margaret Dove, all of which inspires a bit of improvisation on Fr. Rolheiser’s words: 

Praise God!!! 

...for our new grandchild!!! 

I cradle her in my arms. The tiniest fingers and toes, a gossamer mane, eight pounds and thirteen ounces of cotton. 

Your creation power is manifest in this tender baby. No might or muscle in this miracle. Helpless. Vulnerable. Intimate. I can feel her soft breath. Those big eyes stare at my curious face. I covet a coo, but crying is her super power at present. And it melts my heart. 

Praise God!!! 

...for this GRAND child!!! 

Amen.

Born Again: Spring & Easter

Lord Christ,

In every generation there are wars and haters, broken places and broken people. 

But to every generation You offer an invitation, over and over again, a standing invitation, for transformation. (Sanctification is the churchy term, or getting saved in the Bible Belt.)

It’s so obvious in nature during the spring. The earth is reborn, both flora and fauna. 

Then comes Easter. In Your resurrection we see the possibility for our own rebirth.

You find us in our winter and offer a springtime.

We are transformed to be peacemakers, justice seekers, healers, listeners, lovers. 

To impact our families, workplaces and communities - pushing back against the broken places. 

Again this Easter, I hear the invitation. Accept my RSVP. Amen. 

An Awful Day | Good Friday

We stand at the intersection of Passover and Easter. An Old Testament epic meets New Testament truth. Both observances reinforce the theme of a mighty, loving God at work - on behalf of his people - in the worst of times. In Egypt, God conducts a miraculous rescue of the ancient Hebrews. At Easter, God leads the rescue of all people in all times through the miraculous resurrection of Jesus. This is our Hope writ large. In what might appear to be the worst of times, our rescue is underway and assured…by Jesus Christ. Thanks be to God!

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We come to a hard, a very hard place on this Good Friday. It is an awful day.

But a most Holy day, for sure. It is the day of Jesus’ crucifixion.

A day of deep pain: betrayal, injustice, mocking, torture…murder.

That God would stoop to endure this experience is testimony to 

our Lord’s solidarity with humanity.

Because pain is universal. It resonates with everyone.

Physical, mental or spiritual; for a moment, a season or a lifetime.

Jesus knows it, feels it, understands it.

Jesus grasps the cup of suffering with us. His spirit embraces us in our pain.

And the spirt heals, as the spirit loves. Yes, it is a reason to call this day good.

Amen.

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