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The Powers That Be: Learning To See Beyond Bloodied Bricks

I have seen enough of God’s wily ways with the Powers to stake my life on the side of hope.

Unseen powers There’s more to life than meets the eye.

You know this in moments when what looks like a mole-hill packs a mountain-size wallop.

When the tug of a ripple pulls you under, you wonder.

Or when, to your surprise, a life-time of darkness clears because of some small, obvious kindness.

There’s something behind it that cannot be seen–forces bigger and hidden, that your five senses can’t name.

The Bible points to the spiritual in every person, but behind institutions and structures as well–unseen powers that have the capacity to respond to God, or choose their own way.

To ignore this fact is to beat our foreheads bloody on the brick wall of entrenched evil.

It means we will fall prey to a simplistic belief that if only that one person were not in office, if only that one family member would change, if only those kind of people didn’t exist, all would be well. It means we will appoint scapegoats, we will notice evil everywhere but in ourselves.

Let’s be honest: our foreheads take a battering more often than not.

“For our struggle is not against enemies of flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers of this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places,” the apostle Paul reminds us.

The Powers That Be

I recommend Walter Wink’s book, The Powers That Be to anyone who will listen. One of the 15 Books That Found Me, Wink opened my eyes to “the spiritual reality at the heart of everything.” Human systems, created by God to serve his purposes (Romans 13), can be bent, putting their own interests above God’s (Daniel 10, Revelation 3).

Wink puts it this way:

  • The powers are good
  • The powers are fallen
  • The powers must be redeemed.

Think about the systems to which you belong. Your country, community, workplace, school, family, place of worship. To whom do they ultimately answer (Colossians 1:16-17)? To whom do they presently bow? How will they be redeemed?

Hint: It begins with you.

Have you been tempted to embrace easy answers to the problems of our day? Who are your favorite scapegoats?

Next Time: Part 2: Exposing The Myth

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Mother Teresa: Where Love Is Learned Best

Do not look for Jesus away from yourselves. He is not out there; He is in you. ~Mother Teresa

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Love is learned best in the places we would rather not be.

Nobody has proven that truth better than Mother Teresa. Her book, No Greater Love, was one book that found me and refused to let go.

In her ministry to the destitute and dying, Mother Teresa gifted the world with a living illustration of the greatest commandments: Love God with all you are, love your neighbor as yourself.

By being obedient to the extent few of us attempt, by responding to the call of Jesus to “come be my light” among the “unwanted, the unloved, the uncared for” in the streets of Calcutta, Mother Teresa left a hard-hearted world astonished. And wistful for something she had.

“By blood, I am Albanian. By citizenship, an Indian. By faith, I am a Catholic nun. As to my calling, I belong to the world. As to my heart, I belong entirely to the heart of Jesus.”

Was Mother Teresa the exception?

Let’s be honest. Mother Teresa seems impossible to imitate. We have trouble loving the person in the room with us, let alone loving impoverished strangers a world away.

  • By blood, we care for our own.
  • By citizenship, we are a nation self-absorbed.
  • By faith, we divide and point fingers at one another.
  • As to our calling, we have stopped listening for God’s heartbeat.
  • As to our hearts, we are owned by a thousand demanding idols.

But some of us long, when the clamor grows quiet, for the tangible, touchable presence of Jesus–we just don’t know where to find him.

In her book, Mother Teresa shares her secret. Prayer. Every day was begun with prayer and Communion. Every evening the nuns would gather for “an unbroken hour of adoration.” Greater intimacy with Jesus led to greater understanding for each other, led to greater compassion for those they served.

And in the eyes of the least, as she embraced their wounds as her own, Mother Teresa found the presence of Jesus despite his “distressing disguise.”

Where would you rather not go? Who would you rather not love? What if you knew that by going and loving you would find Jesus?

 

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10 Habits Of Life Uncurled

Every time you do something that comes from your need for acceptance, affirmation, or affection…you know you are not with God. ~Henri J.M. Nouwen

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The woman gripped her grocery cart and muttered disgust as I passed. The aisle was crowded and it was clear I had steered through an opening without waiting my turn. My first impulse was to give her a hug–my day was going fine. But I’ve been in that muttering place, when the slightest offense left me reeling.

Last week we looked at the 10 habits of the self-absorbed. A wood shaving describes our sin nature–curled into itself, protecting the deep wound of disconnection from our Creator. The topic is a timely one. Politicians and preachers alike applaud the individualistic orientation exemplified in Ayn Rand’s paean to narcissism, Atlas Shrugged. Has it ever been so socially acceptable to be selfish?

But selfish is not what we were made to be. A reader’s recent comment rings true:

…the way I rid myself of self-centeredness is not to somehow discipline myself in difficult, tempting situations; but rather to allow God to “crowd out” pride with His love. 

Beautiful–love crowding out pride.

This is every person’s problem: we don’t know how deeply we are loved. We don’t feel welcome, we don’t feel blessed, we sense we are vulnerable and threatened, so life is reduced to strategic self-defense. We don’t understand that we are wired to respond to Love with love, and to allow our gracious, other-centered Savior to uncurl our souls.

But we must practice the habits of grace if we would resist the pull inward.

10 Habits of Life Uncurled:

  • Take the worst seat, the last place in line.
  • Find quiet ways to serve those who can’t repay.
  • Argue an issue from the opposing point of view.
  • Give the attention you crave to somebody else.
  • Speak ten grateful words for every one grumble.
  • Let others talk–be silent and listen.
  • Live open-handed, releasing control.
  • Say often and out loud, “I could be wrong.”
  • Treat with respect the NO of another.
  • Journal the feelings you are tempted to avoid.

What habits help your soul uncurl? 

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10 Habits of the Self-Absorbed

Love is based on trust, and it is hard to trust anyone in a culture of narcissism. ~Christopher Lasch

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We weren’t made to stand alone. We weren’t created to love best our own image. We weren’t meant to sing the song of the self-absorbed, but we do, by default.

Martin Luther described original sin as our nature “deeply curved in on itself.” A professor illustrated Luther’s thought, placing a curled shaving of wood in my hand. I rolled it gently across my palm and imagined God’s grief over each tightened coil.

In 1979, Christopher Lasch described contemporary America in the title of his book, The Culture of Narcissism. His words were prophetic, written long before Twitter, Reality TV or the shrill paranoia of our time. What once was a narrow psychological diagnosis is now our marinade.

The diagnosis is not surprising–we recognize narcissism when we are targeted, we instinctively reject manipulation or contempt. But we excuse ourselves from the verdict.

Until God rolls us gently across his palm and invites us to look again.

10 Habits of the Self-Absorbed:

  1. Demand perfection: No failure tolerated, life’s a competition.
  2. Road rage: You deserve to be first and get the best, the world is there to serve your interests.
  3. Take offense: All criticism avoided, disagreement must be squashed.
  4. Crave approval: Addicted to admiration, you “fish” for your next fix.
  5. Pity party: You feel deprived and mistreated, life is unfair.
  6. Lack empathy: It’s not your fault if they hurt, they probably asked for it.
  7. Helicopter parent: Your self-image lives or dies on your children’s performance.
  8. Embrace self-importance: Your opinions are the gold standard, contempt and criticism live on the tip of your tongue.
  9. Exploit: Lies and manipulation get you what’s wanted, others’ preferences don’t matter.
  10. Avoid feelings: Never look close, never go deep. You may not like what you find.

I’m nailed by at least three. Those who know me well might add more. What about you? Which of these hit home? Blessed are those who can admit the truth. They’ve taken the first step toward life uncurled (Matthew 5:3).

 

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Making Every Word Count

A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day. ~Emily Dickinson

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Words. They are as essential as blood and bone to human life. But they damn and damage as well.

Blessing and nourishment, ruin and desolation, words are both remedy and weapon.

Reckless words pierce like a sword, but the tongue of the wise brings healing (Proverbs 12:18).

Words kill…and beautifully heal.

Do you ever wonder if vitriol is now our favorite past-time? Clicking between news channels, reading Internet comment threads–even (especially?) when the topic is religion–opinions collide in a never ending cage fight for the entertainment of the crowd.

But deleting all offense can produce a kind of pious pablum. Does spreading verbal cool whip, a lot of nice-nothing over everything make it any better?

Jesus reminds us: On the day of judgement people will give account for every careless word they speak (Matthew 12:36). 

The Greek can also be translated useless.

At the end of all things, our words will be held up to the light and judged by the ripples. Vicious rants haunt for generations, meaningless chatter masks deadly malaise, yet entire nations are transformed by a few well-spoken phrases.

Life-giving words are God’s well-worn tools, and he entrusts them to our clumsy efforts.

Making Every Word Count

When I boldly speak, I later second-guess every syllable. When I determine to be quiet, my voice takes on a babbling life of its own. How do I know in the moment whether to be outspoken, subtle or silent?  Is this your struggle too?

A proposal: Before speaking, or pushing send, or posting a comment, ask the divine editor to red-circle your motive. Is it…

  • to encourage or to score a point?
  • to seek another’s highest good, or your own self-interest?
  • to draw others to the light or to sneer into their darkness?

What questions would you add? What has helped you know what to say in the moment? 

 

 

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Beauty In Ugly Places

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul. ~John Muir

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Sarah took up a brush one day and coaxed her fingers to paint the beauty her eyes had noticed. Look to the right to view the lovely result.

Another friend, in response to a difficult  move, has listed in her journal,  “Five Places To Find Beauty Here,” and walks through an unfamiliar landscape choosing to look when she longs to lament.

Fellow blogger Rebecca posted about cultivating hope as she would a tiny garden, learning to find the unexpected beauty where, at first glance, there seems to be none. You can read Rebecca’s blogpost here.

They are beauty’s advocates.

A life time ago I was a music teacher. Then, as now, in the face of brutal budget cuts and indifferent parents, teachers of  the Fine Arts clung together for support. We argued for a child’s need to wrestle with Beethoven, to stand with pride before a clay pot well-shaped, a haiku carefully crafted. Good music, art, and literature remind us we are not machines, nor animals bound to brute instinct and mere survival.

Beauty teaches us to look beyond the obvious, to train our hearts to hope.

Beauty In Ugly Places

Ultimately, the desire for beauty beneath ugly’s smear is a hunger for God, and for a world finally made right. (Revelation 21-22) We are not, the world is not yet what it was designed to be, but there are signs of what is coming. By tending our tiny gardens, by cultivating beautiful, grace-filled, justice-serving, art-making, people-embracing lives we become for others the hint of a new dawn.

But not if we only have eyes for the ugly.

How does your life point to beauty? Where has ugliness blinded you?

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I Gather Together: A Lesson From The Toy Box

For where two or three gather together in my name, there am I with them. ~Jesus Christ

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Without intending to, the inventors of these colorful building blocks gave them a name from the Latin, LEGO, which can be translated I gather together.

Stud and Tube are the official names of the two sides of the LEGO brick. In my painful experience, LEGOS prefer to rest stud-side-up, prepared for the unsuspecting tread of my bare feet.

The classic LEGO has both sides. No pirate ship, spacecraft or model of Hogwarts Castle is possible without their fundamental capacity to join and be joined to; the willingness to offer and receive in return.

LEGO’s are not made for solitary existence and neither are we. But it is tempting to admire smooth-sided plastic, so supremely self-sufficient and above the messy drama of relationships. To be limited and lacking, and to be in relationship with others who are equally so, is never easy.

But in the end it is the studs and tubes, not the smooth, glossy sides, that make it possible for young engineers to follow the dog-eared directions.

Piecing it together

  • On a shelf in my garage boxes of abandoned pieces wait. Maybe they dream of clumsy fingers patiently clumping them into a beauty they can’t find on their own.
  • On the shelves of our world abandoned people wait. Maybe they dream of tender hearts with un-glossy sides gathering them into the together they can’t find on their own.

I gather together, one person to another. This is the holy calling for all who still follow the Divine Inventor’s dog-eared design.

Who in your world needs to be gathered into community? Have you experienced the joy of being something together you could not be on your own?

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Declaration of Dependence

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. ~John Donne

A Connecticut farmhouse with generous lawns. Potato sack races, a pick-up softball game. Tables groaning with homemade cakes and pies. And, for only a quarter, bottles of birch beer and orange soda could be pulled from the ice–enough to make any child’s heart dance.

Because it was a Sunday School picnic, a hymn-sing–my aunt’s feet fueling the pump organ, generations piled on top of each other in the shade of the trees. The youngest ones, worn out by the sun-drenched games, would miss the sparklers and glow worms that waited for night to fall.

These were my father’s people, many unknown to me, yet mysteriously my own. A web, an unbreakable connection, my roots.

Many years later, the Santa Cruz mountains.  Marching band and homegrown parade. Ice-cream sundaes, women chattering on blankets in the shade of the redwoods. Men shepherding face-painted children on the lawn.  A worship service in the grove, the centerpiece of Family Camp–a family tied together not by blood, but by the Spirit.

These are God’s people, many unknown to me, yet mysteriously my own. A web, an unbreakable connection, nourishment for my roots.

Declaration of Dependence

I would prefer independence. I have inherited the American love for wide open possibilities and pride of self-reliance. Asking for help comes with a cost, the loss of the illusion that I am my own.

For, illusion it is. Self-sufficiency was the serpent’s lie, and we swallow it anew in each generation.

So, this is my Declaration of Dependence: Across the divide of generations and geography, nations and natures, we need each other.

Do you find it difficult to rely on others? What would you add to the Declaration of Dependence?

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Why Worry?

Worrying has become such a part and parcel of our daily life that a life without worries seems not only impossible, but even desirable. We have a suspicion that to be carefree is unrealistic and–worse–dangerous. ~Henri J.M. Nouwen

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Worry is a kind of spiritual bulimia. Like its physical counterpart, worry disorders our lives and does violence to our well-being.

  • By forcing our thoughts to dwell on the what-if’s just around the bend,
  • we empty the present moment of its power and provision,
  • and reject our precious allotment of grace.

As a young adult, the pressure to possess, to perform, and to plan obsessively for any potential calamity became the air I breathed. One day I received a gift, Making All Things New: An Introduction to the Spiritual Life by Henri J.M. Nouwen, one of many books God has intentionally scattered on my path.

What are the enemies of the spiritual life, a life in which all things are made new? Nouwen begins with busyness and worry–the occupations and preoccupations that fill up our present and crowd out the future before we even arrive.

Hummingbird Rest

My eyes are drawn to the hummingbird feeder hanging just outside my window. From here I can watch the diving, sparring and sipping of these lively birds. On a rare day a brave little one, relaxed and unguarded, will still its beating wings and rest. As the bird leans forward to guzzle the sweet nectar, I hear the invitation, This is what I long for from you. Stop fluttering, be still, drink deeply of me.”

But what does that mean for me, or for you, who live in such uncertain times? How do we move from a life of distraction and concern for what might come, to one of grateful feasting and renewal right where we are?

 

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Another Story

Tell me a fact and I will learn. Tell me a truth and I will believe. Tell me a story and it will live in my heart forever. ~Old Indian Proverb.

Sitting Bull

We can ignore statistics. We can ignore the headlines and soundbites. But few of us can protect ourselves from the power of another’s story.

I was sixteen years old when I read Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee by Dee Brown. The book traced the history of western expansion in the 19th century not from the point of view of the explorers and settlers, but through the eloquent, sorrow-filled words of the American Indians themselves. The tragic tales of broken promises, ruthless greed and brutality beyond belief left me stunned.

My father still wryly recalls my frustrated angst dominating our meal time discussion. Every school research paper took shape around the topic. I don’t think statistics or a cold recitation of facts could have wrenched my conscience as did the simple words of other human beings with dreams and longings like my own.

I have since read other books, and other life stories have pierced through my self-deceit, so I know: There is power in another person’s story to grab us, wake us, and even save us from ourselves.

Everyone has a story.

Whose do you need to hear? Is there someone near you silently asking you to take a second look?

But not everyone knows how to tell it.

Some of us are hidden even from ourselves. It may be your voice we need to tell the world our tale.

Whose story has shaken you or wakened you?

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