There’s Magic In the Air

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” – Lao Tzu

I’ve told the story so many times. How I finished the preparations to get pregnant via IVF on a Thursday and then my 79-year-old dad died suddenly in a bike accident the very next day. I spent the next nine months in this dance between birth and death writing a book about my dad while I waited for my daughter to arrive.

And that would be the end of it. I’m not excessively morbid (I don’t think). I miss my beloved dad but there’s a lot of life in the here and now. I’ve said my goodbyes to him and feel at peace with the loss. So there’s no reason to keep talking about it EXCEPT…

Except things keep happening to bring my daughter and my dad close. Some of it comes from the stories I tell and my kids’ questions about him. Some of it is the delightful part of having my mom alive and a lovely and longstanding community around us. But there’s also a little magic in the air and the invitations that we get that makes my dad feel palpable.

So we share a little bit of that magic in this week’s episode of the Sharing the Heart of the Matter podcast. Vicki Atkinson and I are with my almost nine-year-old daughter, Miss O.

Miss O recently sang an acapella solo at the church that my dad used to lead. Listening to her pure, soprano voice while sitting in a sanctuary where I often feel the presence of him (and Him) surrounding me, brought me to tears.

So she generously sings a bit of what she sang and tells us how she prepared to sing this not once, but twice. Miss O reminds us that people are pulling for us when we step up and are brave.

Then she brings all the other elements that go in to stepping up – practice, preparation, nerves and excitement.

This is a wonderful episode from a young girl who feels and celebrates the generational pull of family and is willing to share her a bit of herself to honor that tie to those that have gone before.

I’m certain you’ll enjoy the scenic and beautiful places we go when we share the power of story… and song.

We know you’ll love it!

P.S. Miss O ends the podcast with a sweet rendition of You Are My Sunshine to celebrate those of you who listen all the way through.

Search (and subscribe!) for Sharing the Heart of the Matter on Apple, Amazon, Spotify or Pocket Casts OR Listen to it from your computer on Anchor: Episode 77: Singing to the Heavens with Miss O

AND subscribe to our YouTube channel to see a video clip of each story: @SharingtheHeartoftheMatter.

Other Episodes with Miss O

Episode 45: Third Grade Writing Wisdom with Miss O

From the hosts:

Vicki’s personal blog: Victoria Ponders

Wynne’s personal blog: Surprised by Joy

Vicki’s recently released book: Surviving Sue

Wynne’s book about her beloved father: Finding My Father’s Faith

Love ‘Em Anyway

I’ve often kidded folks that when you start working with people, the first rule that you live with is, ‘People are weird.’ We are ALL weird, we are all funny combinations of funny stuff. So, what’s that mean for us? How do you love people that are different in a weird sort of way? Well, you just try to help them, wherever they are.” – Dr. Richard H. Leon

Not long ago I was helping someone from my dad’s former church install some technology so that she could do some volunteering. It was the first time that I met this person but she let me know that she knew both my parents. Then she ran down the list of all that she did for the church.

As I nodded while trying to keep focus on the technology at hand, she proceeded to make fun of the people that she would help as a volunteer, in a “I know more and am more way.”

This is something I saw a fair amount of as a pastor’s kid. The desire of a few people to use scripture and participation to prove they were better. Usually, my dad was the intended recipient of these claims, but in a pinch, the pastor’s family would do. To be clear, there were many incredibly lovely people in the churches my dad led that didn’t have anything to prove. More it was that the small minority who wanted to use righteousness as a measure of their worth were often very vocal.

I don’t believe this is limited to Presbyterians specifically, or religion in general, because I’ve seen this across belief systems and in other healing therapies. The subtle yet important shift between using a teaching as a shield and measuring stick versus actually learning from it.

To me, it’s the difference between me claiming that I don’t have any problems because I meditate versus saying I meditate to better handle my problems and faults.

In the end, this has made me reluctant to state that I’ve achieved any level of enlightenment. First, because I think life is going to remind me that I always have more to learn. Second, because I’m wary that hubris blocks growth.

And lastly, because as my dad said in the quote I used for this post, we are all weird. I’m including me and my beloved dad in that “all.” The trick is to try to love everyone, including ourselves, anyway.

(featured photo is my dear dad)

My book about the conversations and my journey to find what fueled my dad’s indelible spark and twinkle can be found on Amazon: Finding My Father’s Faith

Related posts:

The Longer I Live, The Less I Know

Holding Out for a Hero

Deep Knowing

The Bookkeeper

I’ve often kidded folks that when you start working with people, the first rule that you live with is, ‘People are weird.’ We are all weird, we are all funny combinations of funny stuff. So, what’s that mean for us? How do you love people that are different in a weird sort of way? Well, you just try to help them, wherever they are.” – Dick Leon

Since I am on a business trip to the East Coast of the US this week, I thought I’d make my writing really easy and publish a sermon from my father. Mary from the beautiful Awakening Wonders blog puzzled over how he used his humor in sermons. So, for all of you who love my dad’s Sunday Funnies, here’s a sermon he delivered about 10 years after he retired about forgiveness that is one of my (and his) favorites.

It’s long (about 2,800 words) but it starts with some children sermons humor, wanders through some American Idol (I had no idea my dad even knew about that show) and ends with what my dad called his weekly theological journal – Sports Illustrated. I can hear his voice delivering it as I read it – and the delight and enthusiasm he brought to everything he did. Perhaps you can too.


Death of the Bookkeeper

By Richard H. Leon

Delivered 6/20/2010 at Bellevue Presbyterian Church

Thank you, too, for your thoughtful questions about how Carolyn and I are doing these days.  We are getting older every day, as you’ve observed already, but we are getting on very well anyway, thank you.  I was a bit shaken this week, however, when I got a letter promoting a “pre-paid cremation!”  I guess they didn’t trust that the bill would be paid afterwards!!  It added, “Hurry, before it’s too late” also!  You can add that to your list of “You know you are getting old whens …”

Scott has asked that I begin this series on “Encounters with Jesus;”  what happens when we meet him and open our lives to him?  So, I’d like to talk with you about God.   That should be no surprise!  It is like the children’s sermon that started out with a question to the kids, “What is grey and furry and has a long bushy tail and runs around the back yard?”  Johnny raised his hand and said, “Jesus.”    The pastor asked him how he came to that answer and he said, “I know you’ve described a squirrel but sooner or later you are going to get to Jesus!”  So, sooner or later I’m going to get to God this morning, so let’s get to it.

Specifically, I want to test you on what your basic image of God is like.  Is it a great grandfather in the sky?  Is it a cloudy nebulous in the universe?  Is it a black woman as the book, THE SHACK, portrays?  Maybe is it a stern judge holding us all accountable for our follies?  Or a straight talking judge like Judge Judy?  I think, bottom line, many of us still hold a view that God is like a bookkeeper in heaven who is keeping track of all our thoughts and deeds for the day of final accounting. 

Well, whatever it is, Jesus has another teaching for us.  Let’s see what scripture says.  Here, by the way, is a good way to read your Bible.  I have found that almost all scripture carries a point of TENSION and a point of SURPRISE.  Think of it.  The Bible is God’s word to us; it comes to us from beyond, outside our way of thinking and knowing.  Therefore, it should produce some tension when we look at ourselves, and it should also produce a surprise when it tells us about God

Our text today falls into a neat little three-act drama, one long act and then two little ones.

Act I ~ The Bookkeeper Dies

Our text begins with Peter asking Jesus a question about forgiveness.  He wonders how many times should we forgive those in the church!  On the one hand, we might want to give Peter a small cheer because he is beginning to get it.  He suggests maybe we should forgive someone 7 times, and then that’s it.  No more. In the Old Testament we read from Amos that we should forgive someone three times.  So Peter has doubled that and added one more for good measure.  Not bad!  But,not good enough.  Jesus tells him it should be 77 times!  Wow!  77 times, who can count that high?  Aha, just the point!!   Don’t count like a bookkeeper!  I like this bookkeeping image and want to credit an Anglican author, Robert Capon, for using it first. 

So, to make this more clear and to give the reason for this dramatic shift in the way we relate with others, Jesus tells the story of a king who was playing bookkeeper with his accounts and came upon a slave who owed him so much he could never ever pay it all back.  Notice: Jesus tells us that this is what the kingdom of heaven is like!  One talent equaled 15 years wages for a slave.  10,000 talents … well, you do the math, it is beyond my math skills!!  Jesus is clearly exaggerating for a reason.  This is a huge debt for anyone, let alone a slave.   The king, quite justly please note, ordered him to prison.

Here is the major TENSION of the text for you and me.  If we are going to identify with anyone in the story, it must be this slave.  And so Jesus is telling us all: we owe God more than we could ever pay!

Do you believe that?  Really?  Are we all that bad off?  This is not a happy thought!  I think we resist this idea with all our energies.  Besides, we live in a society that makes this hard to believe.  The title of a recent book called The Narcissism Epidemic says it all.  The authors document how our culture feeds excessive self-love and self-centeredness.  One of the ways we do this is with our excessive praise of what others do.  I am as guilty of this as the rest of you.  I want my kids and grandkids to feel good about themselves and to have good self-esteem, but I wonder if we have gone too far and have fostered excessive self-love.  The authors describe where narcissism comes from and their first chapter is called “Parenting: Raising Royalty.”  The authors comment on this over-praising by saying, “Thinking you are great when you actually stink is a recipe for narcissism!”

Reality TV is a good example of this cultural encouragement to excessive self-love. 

Such as,  American Idol which tells all these thousands of people they are “awesome” and could be the next Idol?  Friends and family must encourage people with little or no talent into thinking they are really good.  And then they run into the reality-therapy of Simon Cowell and that is the end of their run!

I think the tension between Jesus’ words here and our own self-appraisal rests on what we are using as our measure.  If we measure our marital fidelity by the standards of Tiger Woods, hey, we are doing quite well!  At least I hope so!!  There are a lot more bad people out there that we read about every day in the news who make our little foibles look like no account at all!  We aren’t bombing wedding parties or burning schools for girls like the Taliban, we aren’t killing cops, we aren’t running Ponzi schemes, we didn’t spill all that oil!  Besides, we are looking pretty cool this morning and we are actually in church.  Doesn’t that count for something?  Can’t we be judged on the curve?

But, when we use the measure that Jesus used, we might come up with a different answer.  His answer to the rich young ruler was to keep the Commandments of God.  Jesus wants to bring the transcendent relationship with God, not just the relative comparison with others.  We all know the Commandments, I’m sure.  There are only 10 of them, right?  Four point God-ward and you can probably tell me what they are.  No other gods, no idols, don’t abuse his name and keep the Sabbath as a day of rest?  Anyone pass on all of these?  Anyone pass on any of these?

The next six don’t make it any easier.  Honor your parents, don’t commit adultery, don’t lie, don’t steal, don’t bear false witness and don’t covet your neighbor’s Lexus!  How are you doing?  I actually thought I was doing pretty well on a couple of these … like adultery and murder … until I saw what Jesus did with these.  He gets to the spirit behind them, so for adultery he asks if we ever look at another with lust, and for murder he asks if we ever harbor hate towards someone?  Whoops!  The spirit of the Commandments put us all in jeopardy.  John’s first letter pretty well sums it up for us: “If you say you have no sin, you only deceive yourself and the truth is not in you.”  

Our problem is we want to be measured on the curve, on the horizontal, and we feel pretty good because we can find a lot of people who are doing a lot worse!  God sees it differently. The great Russian author, Dostoyevsky, in his classic work, The Brothers Karamazov, puts it most succinctly several times throughout the book.  This may be his main point, or at least one of them, and it is a quote Carolyn and I have posted in our house:  “When transcendence disappears, everything is permissible.”

As a side note here, if you are feeling some tension between what Jesus is saying and what our culture teaches us to think about ourselves, how do you think I feel telling you this?  I am constitutionally structured to want people to like me.  When I graduated from High School all the seniors put their life goal in the yearbook; mine was “to have no enemies!”  And now I’m saying what none of us want to hear: that we owe God more than we can ever pay!  Is that a good idea?  It is even funnier than that.  I have a muscle condition that is being treated with prednisone and one of the side effects of prednisone is thin skin.  So we have a people-pleasing preacher with thin skin telling all of you exactly what you don’t want to hear!!

Nevertheless, as uncomfortable as this makes me feel, I think I need to say it here because this is what Jesus’ parable teaches us.   The church’s first job is to speak the truth about us and about God.  I do believe anything less than this brutal assessment of ourselves is simply a wishful fantasy.  Jesus gives us “Christian Realism.”  Actually, the good news about God that follows is only good when we know that the bad news about ourselves is real!

Here comes the central SURPRISE of the text. The story continues with the slave making an impassioned plea and in it I think gives us a clue to one of the puzzles of this whole parable.  “Have patience, he pleads, and I will pay you back in full!”  Really?  In full?  The size of the debt amounts to more than he could count let alone pay!  Now, listen to the king’s response.

Surprise: the king forgives him for everything!  This guy asked for patience and he got mercy!  Deep debt is met by deeper grace.  This is huge in any day, but it was more huge in that day when primitive justice called for revenge.  Revenge was the strong virtue of the day.  When anyone did you harm, you made sure you harmed them back!  Sadly, we have many “primitives” with us today who call for raw justice and revenge when any offense occurs!

Remember, Jesus is talking about the kingdom of heaven and he tells us that this is a king of a different kind whose world order is run on mercy not revenge.  Here is the Great Gospel Claim: The Bookkeeper king is dead, and a new grace-giving, mercy-giving King is now in charge. 

This is no fairy tale or movie fantasy.  We all know that this is rooted in the historical event of the cross.  Jesus died there to tell us bookkeeping is dead and to proclaim even more loudly and clearly to the world that the God who made us has come, not to condemn u,s but to save us because he loves us! 

A number of years ago I put together a little saying that I think helps us to remember this remarkable and surprising truth about God.  It goes like this:

Thank God, God’s Not, Just Just!

If God were only just, we would all be toast.  But the good news of the gospel needs to rise above all other views of God that might be working in our heads: he is not the stern judge, or the straight-shooting Judge Judy, he is the gracious king.  He is not a bookkeeper counting all our failings or holding our huge debt up against us; he is the merciful one who says to us: you are forgiven because my son’s death ended my bookkeeping and his resurrection announces to the world that grace now abounds and will persevere to the end of time and beyond! 

That ends the first act.  Even though we might think this is the whole gospel, Jesus has something more for us.  It is the start of God’s work in us, but not the end.

Act II ~ The Debtor Remains a Bookkeeper

This next act is a bit puzzling.  Having been forgiven so much, our debtor goes out and holds someone who owed him but a pittance to the full penalty of the law.  This is not good.  And if we are to identify with this debtor who has been forgiven, we may need to look at ourselves to see if this fits too.

This guy is a real jerk and deserves heckling, trash talking, and a huge round of hissing and booing.  How do we understand this strange behavior?  Well, here is my theory:  I don’t think he ever got it.  I don’t think he ever realized the enormity of his debt to the king.  Didn’t he say he would pay it all back?  How could he, it was more than he could ever pay.  He never got it that he owed more than he could pay!

If I’m right, then this is the crucial lesson: We forgive best when we know the enormity of our being forgiven!  Bookkeeping does die hard in us, doesn’t it!  But, if I’m right here, the very thing we don’t want to hear or believe (the size of our debt) is the very thing that helps us stop being bookkeepers in our life!  This may be a second surprise of this text: that the truth about ourselves we all avoid is the truth that sets us free to be forgiving people just as God is a forgiving God!  It is not simply a “nice thing” to follow the wisdom of Psalm 103: “Forget not all his benefits, who forgives all your iniquity …”  it is life changing! 

Act III ~ Bookkeeping Must Die Too

This opens the third act.  Nothing is secret in the villages of Jesus’ day.  The crowd knew the slave had been forgiven big time and they expected something big from him.  Then they see how he treated  another slave who owed him a couple of bucks.  So they tell the king what happened and the king calls him in and sends him away.  Notice what the king now calls his slave: “wicked.”  He was not wicked for amassing the debt or for pleading for patience, but he is wicked for still being a bookkeeper!

Jesus gives us the theology of why we should forgive those who owe us anything: “Should not you have had mercy on your fellow slave as I have had mercy on you?”  Our forgiving others is not a condition for God forgiving us, but is surely should be a consequence.  This is always the gospel sequence ~ first God touches us with his mercy and then we become merciful people.  

There is a bonus lesson in this story for us and I think it goes like this: “It is forgiveness that transforms us and our world.”  Keeping score of others’ debts to us, holding others accountable, paying them back with equal pain, taking revenge on our enemies, all those tactics in life only perpetuate the troubles of the world or the troubles in our lives. 

If there were time I could name how nations have been changed by the powerful use of forgiveness for past injustices: Australia’s apology to Aboriginals, England’s apology just this week for Bloody Sunday in Ireland, the Pope’s apology to Jews for not standing up to Nazi camps,  Canada’s apology for the Lost Children of Native Americans, America’s apology in 1988 for the Japanese internment camps and, the most powerful of all, what Nelson Mandela did in South Africa.   God, the once-Bookkeeper and the now-Grace-giver has shown us the way.  Forgiveness transforms history as well as our personal lives!

I was reading my weekly theological journal the other day, Sports Illustrated, and it carried the great story about James Joyce, not the author but the baseball umpire who stole Galaragga’s perfect game by blowing the call at first base for what should have been the last out of the game!  But here is the best part of the story.  Joyce looked at the tape, saw he was wrong, apologized and asked to be forgiven!  Have you ever known an umpire or referee to do that?  So the next night when he walked on the field for the next game, he was given a standing ovation by the home fans in Detroit and Galaragga himself came up to give him the lineup at home plate as a public gesture of his forgiveness! 

Friends, here are two transforming lessons that emerge when we encounter Jesus:

~ the great Bookkeeper in heaven is Dead, the grace-giving God is Alive and he forgives us,    so if you have not accepted his forgiving grace yet,  Iinviteyouto do it today!

~ when we understand the enormity of our debt that is forgiven, then we are able to let our Bookkeeping die too, so if you are still playing the bookkeeper with others, I urge you to stop it now!   Amen.


For anyone who’s interested in more about my dad, check out my book, Finding My Father’s Faith. It sounds like a religious book but really it is about getting to know my kind and gentle father as an adult. We talked and accepted that while we had religious differences, there was no reason not to talk about the deep and meaningful subjects in life, bringing us even closer.

Sunday Funnies: March 19

A re-run of my dad’s humor cards. They make me chuckle all over again – so I hope you enjoy them whether it’s the first time or second (first posted on 2/6/22).

The backstory: My dad was a Presbyterian pastor for 40 years. He kept a well curated stack of humor cards – little stories he heard, found or saw and then typed onto 5×7 cards. Then he wrote in the margins when he used that particular item. His humor was often an easy way to settle in to something deeper – by laughing and thinking about the buried truth in these little nuggets, it paved the way to an open heart.

Parables

Man came in after being bitten by a mad dog. The doctor confirmed he had rabies and it was too late to do anything, he should die within the week. He sat right down and began writing…filled one paper and its back, went to a second. The doctor said, “Wow, that is a pretty long will.” The man replied, “Will, nothing. I’m making a list of people I plan to bite.”

A pastor announced that 20 years ago Jesus called him to this parish but now Jesus has called him to another ministry and he had to respond to that call and leave. The congregation stood and sang a special hymn… What a Friend We Have in Jesus.


There was a pastor who said wrong things and often didn’t know it. One Sunday his wife told him he said Jesus took 5,000 fish and 5,000 loaves and fed 5 people. So the next week to make up for it, he off-handedly said, “We all know Jesus fed 5,000 with 5 fish and 5 loaves – who could imagine how he did it?” And a boy spoke up that he knew how — “he did it with all that was left over from last week. “

Sunday Funnies: Feb 6th

Another installment from my dad’s humor cards.

The backstory: My dad was a Presbyterian pastor for 40 years. He kept a well curated stack of humor cards – little stories or observations that he typed onto 5×7 cards. Then he wrote in the margins when he used that particular item. His humor was often an easy way to settle in to something deeper – by laughing and thinking about the buried truth in these little nuggets, it paved the way to an open heart.

When we cleaned out his desk after he died 7 years ago, I was lucky enough to stumble on this stack. I pull it out regularly to have a little laugh with my dear Dad. Now when I post one of them, I write my note next to his and it feels like a continuation.

Parables

  1. Man came in after being bitten by a mad dog. The doctor confirmed he had rabies and it was too late to do anything, he should die within the week. He sat right down and began writing…filled one paper and its back, went to a second. The doctor said, “Wow, that is a pretty long will.” The man replied, “Will, nothing. I’m making a list of people I plan to bite.”
  2. There was a pastor who said wrong things and often didn’t know it. One Sunday his wife told him he said Jesus took 5,000 fish and 5,000 loaves and fed 5 people. So the next week to make up for it, he off-handedly said, “We all know Jesus fed 5,000 with 5 fish and 5 loaves – who could imagine how he did it?” And a boy spoke up that he knew how — he did it with all that was left over from last week.
  3. A pastor announced that 20 years ago Jesus called him to this parish but now Jesus has called him to another ministry and he had to respond to that call and leave. The congregation stood and sang a special hymn… What a Friend We Have in Jesus.

Our Deepest Fears

Too many people overvalue what they are not and undervalue what they are.” – Malcom S. Forbes

I have a friend whose affable and outgoing father has developed a little bit of memory loss in his 80’s. To talk with him you wouldn’t notice it but it manifests in that he thinks he doesn’t have enough money. No matter how many times his daughter tells him he’s does and he’s fine, he feels like he’s broke.

It reminds me of my grandmother who became very self-conscious about the way she looked as she aged. She thought other people in her senior living home were gossiping about her when she ate in the shared dining room because she didn’t look right. No amount of reassurance would overcome her inclination to stay in her room.

These stories make me wonder if we all have some deep insecurity or worry that if we never fully heal could define our golden years.

I know what mine is. I feel self-conscious talking about faith. My beloved dad was a Presbyterian pastor with such a specific theology. But what resonates with me is less defined – examples of faith, depth, authenticity, grace, forgiveness, selflessness from all spiritual traditions inspire me. (To be fair, my dad called himself a big tent guy meaning however you got into the faith tent was fine by him).

When I go to speak about faith, I get hung up on the words to use because my upbringing gave me a specific dialect. My meditation practice has given me the feeling of deep faith but not the words to replace it. So somehow my respect for my dad has muted my lived experience and created an impediment to speak of my Budheo-Christian path.

It calls me to heal it so that I can speak of the Divine miracles and great gift that faith has been for me. I have been so fortunate to stand on the top of mountains, feel the Universe all around me and stand in awe of the wonder of creation. And I’ve experienced this feeling of being carried by God in so many pivotal moments when I have been confused, unsure, and broken. Nurturing the small voice of God inside me has repeatedly enabled me to navigate to the next right thing in my path.

I’m heartened by the story about my friend’s dad because even though he feels like he doesn’t have enough money, he has a deep faith that makes him feel secure. So I work on my confidence to speak of all that God has done in my life all the while having faith that it will all come out okay.

(featured image from Pexels)

Deep Enough

“When you realize how perfect everything is, you will tilt you head back and laugh at the sky.” – Buddha

My honorary aunt and uncle came to visit recently. They were my parent’s best friends since before I was born so every time I’m with them, it feels like old times. Talking with my 92-year-old “uncle,” he asked about my son going to daycare all day during the week. “He seems so little for that” he says. And I agreed and added, “True, he is little. But I need the help.”

My uncle looked off, squinted his eyes as if he was trying and failing to imagine choosing to be a single parent, taking care of children, working and balancing it all. Then he looked back and gently said, “I guess I could see that” in a tone that confirmed he couldn’t.

My uncle is a renowned Biblical scholar and retired professor of Theology. He once spent 17 years writing a book on the gospel of Matthew. But he has very little practical knowledge of the world. Years ago my uncle visited a college in Texas and was sitting next to a rancher at a meet-and-greet dinner. The rancher said he had 300 head of cattle and my uncle asked how many cows that was. The rancher famously replied, “I don’t know about where you come from but here in Texas, our cows only have one head each.”

In the moments when I struggle to find any sense of the spiritual plane in my hectic life, I sometimes envy people like my uncle who seem to have created calm and ordered lives in which to acquire deep knowledge of the Divine. I would love to be so deep in the study of life, Mystery and God. But life has called me to be broad instead.

When I sit to meditate in the morning, I usually find I already am participating in the mystery of life, just in a different way than the enlightenment I imagine I could reach if I had hours to go deep. In the quiet moments before I wake my two kids and go full on to get them out the door, I often get a glimpse of the Divine and Universal Flow find right here in my beautiful, messy life.

Sure, I have popcorn in my bra and am changing diapers in the back of my SUV between dropping my daughter and school and my son at daycare but I don’t need to be a scholar to know that God is right there, laughing at the gentle touch between us.

My uncle has only been able to been so deep because he has my aunt who has handled almost all the details of their life, their kids and grandkids. At the end of their visit, she said to me with a smile and a wink on the way out, “I don’t know how you do it all.” And I felt the presence of God in that spark of knowing that passed between us.

(photo from Pexels)

Praying for Rain

Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers but to be fearless in facing them.” – Rabindranath Tagore

My friend, Mindy, told me this story about her son when he was about 6 or 7-years-old. It was the beginning of the school year and her son didn’t want to have to sit next to Henry in school. He came up with the idea to pray about it. The next day after her son came home from school, Mindy asked him whether or not he had to sit next to Henry. He replied, “Of course not, I prayed about it.”

I was reminded of this story the other day when my daughter was looking for her kinetic sand and said she’d prayed to God that she’d find it. I knew I’d thrown the kinetic sand out so no praying would help! I threw it out because I’d been praying not to have that stuff all over the floor and I knew how to make that happen. 😊 But it also made me think about my relationship to prayer.

The longer I live the less I know what to pray for. As our overall human and my individual scientific understanding of our world has grown, I’ve found it precludes praying for anything that I know how it works. And the more that I think I’m in control of my life, the less that I pray for things like money or even happiness.

So as I summon my centeredness and quiet as I meditate, I find myself instead praying more for a feeling and connection to the Divine. Praying for a voice that speaks kindness, a heart that serves from its depth and a mind that is childlike enough to search for mystery. I pray for an acceptance of things how they are and eyes to discovery the delight in it all. I pray for arms that are tender enough to hold everyone that I encounter during the day. I pray for ears that are open to listening and a patience to do it without judgment. I pray for a curious nose that can draw me to the sweet smelling things around me. I pray for a feeling of grace so that I face the day from my depths instead of my human fragility. I pray for feet that will guide me to my individual path that I should be walking and the courage to do it.

This weekend my daughter was praying for rain. I thought that one was likely to pan out given the forecast but it turned out that she was praying for rain right at that instant. So I shook the wet tree branch that she and my son were standing under and we laughed and laughed. Then when it really rained, we ran around, jumped in puddles, held our umbrellas upside down and sang. That turned out to be exactly what we all were praying for.

A Legacy of Love

Legacy is planting trees under whose shade you will never sit.” – Richard Leon

I went to a dinner last night to honor a foundation my dad started 25 years ago. The foundation takes any money bequeathed in wills to the church he was pastor of and gives out grants to deserving organizations. The one they featured last night was a non-profit that helps with refugee settlement and combats the trafficking of children.

Sitting there listening to the work of my dad’s legacy, I pondered what the echo of our lives is when we die. Certainly the love and memories we have made lingered in the hearts and minds of the people we love but beyond that, is there anything else? I’ve helped build a few Habitat for Humanity homes – does that make any difference? What about words? Books? Blog posts?

Thinking about my dad’s quote above, we can plant trees under whose shade we will never sit. Presumably that means that there will be more oxygen to breathe, comfort on the hot days, possibly even food to eat for the people we leave behind and for our communities. We can plant and contribute to organizations and ideas that help ameliorate the pain in the world. And my dad did. But where does that mean my work as his daughter begins?

Someone in the room last night asked for a member of our family to speak. As the youngest child, I assumed it would be my brother or my mom since they’ve always done the talking but it turned out they nominated me. Without any preparation of what to say, I started with the depth, faith and the love that my dad started in me and how that fire still burns. In fact, it feels as if I have come to embody my dad even more in his absence than I ever did when he was alive, in search of God, kindness and love. We do pass a torch to the next generation and I think it’s in the form of the fires we light within other people. It’s not as quantifiable as money left to a foundation but it’s just as powerful.

Negotiating Inner Peace

The hurrier I go, the behinder I get.” – unknown

Yesterday I was trying to read my meditation books to start the day. In one there was a poignant passage about all the past leading to now and the future proceeding from this here but all we have is the one golden moment of today. In another, it was about pausing to appreciate our accomplishments. And the third was about setting forth into the world with the intent to unify and belong instead of to conquer and thereby treading a gentler path through life.

All I could think was “I don’t have time for this sh!t! I’ve got to get stuff done!” It started this internal dialogue that went like this:

[Practical Me] Really beautifully written messages but sometimes I just don’t have time to consider anything at any depth.

[Philosophical Me] Ha – isn’t that the point? That we could spend all of our todays just getting stuff done and putting off any search for meaning and appreciation for beauty until long after it’s gone?

[Practical Me] Yes, but today I really have so much to do. It’s the first day of school, the first day of the month and I have so much work to get done.

Here’s where I negotiated peace between my selves. Yes, there are sometimes where I don’t have time to consider all the sides, the long-term implications and all the other things that can become in their own ways a buffer between me and the experience of life. Sometimes I just have to act.

But it’s the feeling of being in a rush that can be settled out before jumping in. That there is a tiny space for setting intention to be mindful in my efficiency. A moment to be purposeful, not panicked. A note to myself that yes, today is in fact sacred. I will pause to acknowledge accomplishments. And in doing all I need to do, I will try to unify and not to break any things in my haste.