Showing posts with label priorities. Show all posts
Showing posts with label priorities. Show all posts
Thursday, December 10, 2020
God as Disrupter
As we approach Christmas in the midst of a pandemic, I have found it helpful to reflect on the events leading up to the first Christmas, which was chock-full of disruptive events. In this video post, I consider
Mary and Joseph, and just how much their lives were disrupted by God's choosing of them to be the parents of Jesus.
Wednesday, December 5, 2018
Upheaval
Mary said,
“With all my heart I glorify the Lord!
In the depths of who I am I rejoice in God my savior.
He has looked with favor on the low status of his servant.
Look! From now on, everyone will consider me highly favored
because the mighty one has done great things for me.
Holy is his name.
He shows mercy to everyone,
from one generation to the next,
who honors him as God.
He has shown strength with his arm.
He has scattered those with arrogant thoughts and proud inclinations.
He has pulled the powerful down from their thrones
and lifted up the lowly.
He has filled the hungry with good things
and sent the rich away empty-handed.
He has come to the aid of his servant Israel,
remembering his mercy,
just as he promised to our ancestors,
to Abraham and to Abraham’s descendants forever.”
In the depths of who I am I rejoice in God my savior.
He has looked with favor on the low status of his servant.
Look! From now on, everyone will consider me highly favored
because the mighty one has done great things for me.
Holy is his name.
He shows mercy to everyone,
from one generation to the next,
who honors him as God.
He has shown strength with his arm.
He has scattered those with arrogant thoughts and proud inclinations.
He has pulled the powerful down from their thrones
and lifted up the lowly.
He has filled the hungry with good things
and sent the rich away empty-handed.
He has come to the aid of his servant Israel,
remembering his mercy,
just as he promised to our ancestors,
to Abraham and to Abraham’s descendants forever.”
Luke
1:46-55
Mary’s song of praise, the Magnificat, does more than
hint at the upheaval that her son’s coming brings. Her prophetic word is clear.
The coming of God in human form will reverse the usual order of things. The
hungry will be fed. The lowly will be lifted. The powerful are stripped of
their influence. The rich are sent away empty.
If you only read this text once a year during Advent, you
might simply enjoy its poetic quality and miss the power of the words
themselves. Mary’s song is regularly recited as part of Vespers, the evening
prayer service of the daily office. This daily reading of this text allows the
words to sink into us, and, in our affluent culture, may cause us to wonder if
we truly welcome this change of affairs.
Mary has much to teach us beyond her prophecy. Mary shows
us that our power and influence are less important than our availability.
Loretta Ross-Gotta says: God asks us to
give away everything of ourselves. The gift of greatest efficacy and power that
we can offer God and creation is not our skills, gifts, abilities, and
possessions. The wise men had their gold, frankincense, and myrrh, Paul and
Peter had their preaching. Mary offered only space, love, belief. What is it
that delivers Christ into the world—preaching, art, writing, scholarship,
social justice? Those are all gifts well worth sharing. But preachers lose
their charisma, scholarship grows pedantic, social justice alone cannot save
us. In the end, when all other human gifts have met their inevitable limitation,
it is . . . the bold virgin with a heart in love with God who makes a sanctuary
of her life, who delivers Christ who then delivers us.
Mary’s prophecy is an invitation to us who are rich and
powerful in comparison to the rest of the world. Mary encourages us to no longer
rely on our influence or wealth, but to empty ourselves, give ourselves away,
die to ourselves, and instead offer space and love to Christ who becomes our
food, our wealth, our strength.
We cannot deliver ourselves. Our possessions, our
influence, even the good works we do—none of these can deliver us. When we
truly believe that God, who made us and loves us, will deliver us, we can sing
with Mary, “With all my heart I glorify the Lord! In the depths of who I am I
rejoice in God my savior.”
Wednesday, November 8, 2017
Time Change
Conversation in person and on social media the past few
days has often included the time change from the past weekend. The darkness at
the end of the day is a struggle for many, including myself, and though I enjoy
the light in the morning, it does not offset for me having to move around in
the darkness after leaving work at day’s end.
On Tuesday mornings I’m at the church early for our
service of Morning Prayer. Depending on the season and amount of light outside,
I see a squirrel whose morning ritual has become familiar to me. This squirrel
is unfazed by the time change; his days are always marked by the rising and
setting of the sun. We are the ones who artificially bend the day to our
control, imposing our schedules on the earth’s pattern of seasons and days.
Our bodies know the earth’s rhythm. After the time change
on Sunday, many of us have awakened earlier in the morning and been sleepy
earlier in the evening because our bodies have yet to adjust to a different
rhythm. Yet we adjust eventually to the time change, like adjusting to a pair
of new shoes that are uncomfortable at first, then get broken in as we wear
them.
Thomas Merton observes that each morning at the point between
darkness and dawn, creation asks God for permission to be. However, we humans “have
fallen into self-mastery and cannot ask permission of anyone. . . We know the
time and dictate the terms.” I wonder how life might be for us if we lived like
the squirrel, who rises when it’s light and goes to sleep when it’s dark. I
wonder if we’d have less stress and more freedom if we didn’t force ourselves
to live by artificial time.
The squirrel I see
on Tuesdays reminds me of the Rule of St. Benedict. Benedict’s monks adjusted
their schedules by the seasons. The physical labor, the number of psalms
recited daily, the number of meals—these components of the order of each day
were different when the days were shorter.
Are there some small changes we can make as these days
shorten, changes that help us honor the season and connect us more fully to the
rhythms of creation around us? Maybe you allow yourself to go to bed earlier or
read rather than watching TV. Maybe you avoid running errands in the evenings
and spend time with family or drink a cup of tea. Can you think of how you
might welcome the shorter days?
Thursday, August 24, 2017
Choices
A poem/reflection
on Matthew 4:1-2
The wilderness is a place of starving,
of stripping. A place where
what seemed important,
now seems either
necessity or nothing.
Senses become clearer by sparseness
or consumed by what is now gone.
When you are starving you have
a choice: to focus on what
you no longer have
or
to be filled and nourished by
your emptiness.
Saturday, March 18, 2017
Hunger
Hosea 6:1-3
Some crave travel, their attention given
to planning trips to myriad destinations.
Some follow their palates—exploring the endless varieties
of foods and flavors.
Some collect, studying, scouring to find the next piece
of their growing assemblage of dolls,
wines, coins, cars or antiques.
Others devote themselves to stopping the aging process
through exercise, treatments and diet.
Let my hunger be for this:
to press on to know the Lord,
who is infinitely unknowable,
always surprising, ever revealing,
as close as my breath,
as vast as the cosmos.
Let my life be given to the
presence and pursuit of God.
Labels:
contentment,
devotion,
Lent,
life,
love,
poetry,
prayer,
priorities,
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