Hallowing our Moments

This picture reminds me of one thing – a thing I think about often: Life is Brief and Incredible. And each moment is sacred – a chance to write on eternity’s walls with the gift that is before us called the Present. Robert Brault said, “Life is short. God’s way of encouraging a bit of focus.” There is an odd tension that often comes when we allow ourselves to focus, especially in Western Culture. To focus on one thing means to stop multi-tasking (which I, as a Mom, know all about) and start paying attention its proper dues.

What are its proper dues?

To slow down – when our calendar is so full that all the little time blocks are full, something needs to change. We need to be okay with sitting for a spell, as Grandma would say, and watch the hummingbirds suck sugar water from the red bird feeder on that Cabin front porch, observing how their wings flutter a thousand times a minute, without break, appearing as a blur. To waste a morning on coffee and conversation (or rather, to invest it well). When we slow down physically and emotionally and mentally, we actually give ourselves room and space to meditate, which brings me to “Proper dues number two.”

To meditate – when I got married, I will never forget it. The room, the music, the people, the dresses (they were all wearing a dress from a different nation, some barefoot, some with exotic colors from distant lands, all of it reflecting my heart’s love for the World. And someone, some wise person, told me to not let anything that happened that day (because issues crop up in every event, of course, like people’s tables at the reception being confused, a candle not lighting during the ceremony, a problem with a bouquet, etc) spoil my joy or keep me from just soaking it all in – because it would never happen again. I would stand at the back of the church, no one aware and all seated, and begin my walk down the aisle and into a whole new future with the man I had chosen. When we allow ourselves to enjoy a moment and soak in its purpose and gift to us, we hallow that moment.

To invite God in – Scripture tells us very few things about a man named Enoch, but his life haunts me and drives me on with its mystery and intrigue. It simply says, “Enoch walked with God, and he was not, for God took him” Genesis 5:24. The only other thing we read about him is in the “Faith Hall of Fame” where it said that he had the testimony that he pleased God. God was so pleased with this man I can imagine him saying, “I just can’t stand it anymore. You must be here with me!” …and took him. He must have walked on that fine line between heaven and earth – an eye always on heaven, with his feet planted firmly on earth. You and I, when we slow down, when we meditate on the purpose and gift of that moment, we actually have time to invite God in with us. I may be sweeping my kitchen floor, but God is just as interested in communion and fellowship at that moment than when I am in the throes of worship on a Sunday morning – thankfully, He is that interested in intimacy with His children.

To invest in people – I sat down with a new friend this week after dinner for tea. And we lamented how, in our city, it is almost impossible not to have to say “let me check my calendar” when someone asks to get together, which may take up to a month or more. She told me a friend of hers wished for the days and places where friends could knock on the door unannounced – spontaneous fellowship. When our face is stuck in our smart phone (this is why I don’t have one) at the pool or park or metro or coffee shop, we simply can’t see the people walking by who may want to talk. When are doors are closed and locked to our homes all day every day except to leave in the morning and return again that evening, our neighbors have no room to stop in for a visit. I want to live so that I see people – really see them for who they are, and listen wholeheartedly, not with my mouth saying, “Yeah, oh really?, um-hmmm” but my mind thinking “What is it I have to be doing this afternoon again?”

To let it be what it is – some moments are tranquil and peaceful, some are crazy and uncontrollable – but all are important and all are worth our focus and attention. When both my kids are screaming because one of them downed half the ketchup bottle and the other one needs help wiping, if I slow down and invite God to help me and be with us, I might not blow a fuse. Which gets me to a final thought for today –

Focusing on and in the moment encourages obedience towards God and love towards others. How can I obey the Lord where I have been called to “be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to become angry” if I am hurried, frantic, and reactive to everything that comes my way? It is simply impossible. If I refuse to rush through life, I allow my children (who are with me all day long) to slow down as well and don’t teach them that rushing equals redemption of time. Rather, I want to teach them that they are worth the time it takes for me to take a breath, say a prayer, and respond to them with loving yet firm correction when they eat the gum out of the trash can after I have told them not to – again. When I anticipate my husband’s arrival from work I can prepare to greet him with a kiss and a hug and a “how was your day?” before I react with a  “take the kids NOW. I am tired.”

What about you? How can you hallow your moments and thus invest them well in eternity? One day, one hour, one moment at a time – because life is a gift – and this moment is all that we have. Selah.

 

A Word Made Flesh

Scraps from my journal indicate that this Christmas I have been dealing with anxiety…. I’m not going to psychoanalyze it but suffice to say, what I have needed most is peace of heart and mind and the rest of God that encompasses both the body and the soul.

in one entry I wrote: “I am parched for beauty though beauty surrounds me.” I sympathize with the woman at the well in Samaria who said, “Please, sir, tell me where I can find this living water that I might not be thirsty again…” How is it that we as believers can be full of the Spirit of God and have the promises of Scripture at our fingertips and yet lack in experiential depth the reality of the words of promise we have been given? Again in my journal I wrote, “I am so thirsty for you, God…I feel that i must be surrounded by Living Water – but if it doesn’t get inside of me and impact the core of my being – if it doesn’t affect change in my life – what good is it?”

The Word of God, Scripture says, is ALIVE and ACTIVE. It is not like other books. You may read it as such, not holding it with authority, not reverencing it as though one passage might forever change you – but that is what it is – it is as sharp as a surgeon’s scalpel…and the one opening it must be prepared to be operated on.

Perhaps the times when I am not changed, when I read the Bible but leave as thirsty as I came, perhaps when I carry anxiety more than a moment or an hour is because I refuse to let the scalpel of the Word cut me open – penetrate heart and soul and all that is within me?

Pruning is painful. Changing is painful. Letting go of the illusion of our control over a thing – whether it be our own life or our children or our work or our future – may very well feel like jumping off a cliff – suicide. And in a way, it is. We die to self. We rise to Christ. We let go, and give over, and release a care (truly release it) to God and think we will fall to the ground. And right before we do, our hearts in our stomach and our minds whirling, we are caught. and held. firmly. And the color, the light, the peace, the joy, all enters in, like a rushing river of abundant life. But we have to jump, we have to risk it all to receive it all.

The Greater Goal of Gratitude

 

“The greatest thing is to give thanks for everything. He who has learned this knows what it means to live. He has penetrated the whole mystery of life: give thanks in everything.” – Albert Schweitzer

It’s January 2 and I know that lots of people are thinking of their goals and resolutions for the new year. I normally think more about this topic at what has become our family’s “turning of a year” during the week we spend celebrating our birthdays and anniversary at the Cabin in the mountains. It has become our yearly set time to remember God’s blessings, reflect on His faithfulness, and prayerfully consider our commitments and goals.

But November and December were rough months in many ways for me and my family as we went through 2 ear infections, 3 bouts of the stomach flu, colds, and fevers. For over a month, it just seemed like sickness had decided to camp out in our home. But I am happy to report that it didn’t stay forever. We are all home, well, and healthy as a horse. Unfortunately, there were many hours and days during this “month of sickness” that my attitude reflected my children’s health – it was sick. Sick of being sick and dealing with sickness and other various troubles. There were times I hate to admit I was just plain ol’ pouty. But as most of my blogs report:

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