Shining Spirit

Can you stretch your wings today? Maybe not “can you” but “will you”? Today may be the very best time to try that new thing you’ve been thinking about, to make that phone call, to write that letter. Today may be the very best time to stretch out your wings and fly. We were meant to fly, you know. Well, maybe not in the same way as this lovely water bird, but fly, yes. We are lifted by the holy wind, the sacred breeze, that which we call the Holy Spirit, the Empowering Breath of God. With that Spirit, you and I can rise above life and catch a glimpse of eternity. But, like the great white bird, we have to land. We have to come back to the “real world” of work, relationships and daily living. But here’s the good news: in the presence of that Holy Spirit, in those moments of spiritual refreshment: prayer, meditation, reflection, we are blessed with new insights and given new strength. Spiritual refreshment is found in spreading your wings and waiting for the Holy Breeze of God to lift you into a higher awareness of the Holy One. Your flight might be short or long; doesn’t matter. Is today the day?

You are cleared for take off.

The scene is Pentecost. Tongues of fire dance through the room. Men from Galilee, probably not highly educated, speak in languages they do not understand. They don’t know what they are saying. It’s gibberish to them. Meanwhile, people from foreign countries hear the Galileans in their own native languages, and they understand. How can this happen? they wonder. But there must be a reason for everything, so it is suggested that all the Galileans are drunk. Mystery solved. Since they are drunk they can speak foreign languages. Pass me that bottle.

Just because I do not know how to speak German or French does not mean that the Spirit must remain silent. And just because I do not understand how uneducated men can speak a foreign language, one that I understand, does not mean the Spirit cannot communicate. And, just because I cannot explain a strange, unusual moment or circumstance does not mean that I have to speculate a reasonable answer. Not everything has an answer; not everything is knowable. Some things are beyond my capacity to understand, but that does not deny its relevance or reality.

The Spirit empowers the Word to be spoken and the Word to be heard. Listen to the mountain; it speaks. Listen to the train whistle in the distance; it speaks. All things have the capacity to Spirit-speak, even without our permission. The Spirit blows where it wills, in ways that it wills, and at times that may seem inconvenient. God still speaks. Sometimes truth must be said, even though I may not understand the reasons why. God’s reasons are most often mystery to Galileans like us, but someone else may hear and be transformed. That’s the way it works. That’s the truth.

John the Baptizer and two of his disciples saw Jesus walking by and John said to his followers: There is the Lamb of God. The two disciples walk away from John and into the life of Jesus. Jesus sees them following, turns and asks the first of two very interesting questions: “What are you seeking?” or “What do you want?” He knows they are connected to John, so is he simply curious: Why are you walking behind me? Maybe, but let the question go deeper. Shift from a curiosity question to one of life definition: What do you desire of me? What do you want me to give to you? This is a relationship question. The two men could have been asking for directions to the market, or seeking information about something happening in the city, but they weren’t. Jesus knew who they were from previous encounters with John and his band of followers, and he probably knew, or at least sensed, that their act of walking away from John and into his footsteps was very significant. Perhaps it’s: What do you expect of me? How serious are you? “What do you seek?”

And then comes the second question, this one asked by the two men. “Rabbi, (Teacher) where are you staying?” Is that an answer to the first question? Jesus asks: what do you want, and they reply: where do you live. That’s a weird response until you let it go deeper, until it becomes a “heart” question, not an inquiry about the address of his home. Perhaps their reply means something like this: we just want to be near you. His home is where he abides, and that’s the Greek word used in the text: “abide.” The men are offering their hearts to Jesus: we want to abide in you; where you are, we want to be. Now their response makes sense. In fact, the two questions now fit beautifully together: What can I offer you? And they say: Nothing except your presence. We want to be where you are because being in your presence, abiding in you, will lead us closer to God.

Finally, imagine that you are one of those two men trailing after Jesus and that he turns and poses that life-defining question: what do you seek from me? why are you following me?

Let your heart speak. What is your answer?

Those who walked in darkness have seen a new, bright light.
And those who wandered blindly regained their precious sight.
The lame can walk; the deaf can hear, all because God drew near,
became a human just like me. How can this miracle possibly be?

On those in darkness, a great light has shined,
touching the depths of both heart and mind;
breaking down walls of division and hate,
declaring that no one is ruled by fate,
but guided by justice, mercy and grace:
the Kingdom is found right here in this place.

Darkness has lost its strength and control.
Christ has claimed my heart and my soul,
and I, in turn, will walk His way
until I wake to that beautiful day
and the sounds of angels as they sing:
“the dwelling of God is in everything!”
And I will join them in their songs of praise
through the length and breadth of eternity’s days.

Joy and Peace to all on this remarkable day when Peace became a person, Hope took on humanity, and Love was renamed Light of the World. Joy to the world, the Lord has come. Let earth receive her King! A very Merry Christmas to all.

I've watched that sun rise day after day,
and I've heard the words that people say;
helpful, holy, thoughtful words
and cruel remarks better not heard.

But the very best sound to fall on my ear
is the sacred silence; nothing to hear,
absolute quiet, no sound at all.
It is here I wait for the Spirit to call.

Then comes the whisper heard by my heart,
and I feel my spirit slowly start
to smile, then laugh with exquisite joy;
I hold in my arms Mary's boy.

This is the One who makes all things new.
From infant to Savior, he lives to renew
the fragments that have broken apart,
to restore the courage gone from my heart.

This infant child will show us the way.
These hands will heal; this voice will say
truth to powers, rulers and kings;
this son of Mary will teach us to sing

songs of hope, forgiveness and joy;
would you like to hold Mary's boy?
Cradle him gently near your heart,
put aside all that would keep you apart.

Make room in your heart for the one born to be
the presence of God in all we see:
all creatures and Kings, the elite and the poor
will one day walk through that open door

and meet him at last, face to face,
the essence of love, the fullness of grace.
And he will reach out and call me near
in order to whisper in my ear:

I know who you are; I remember your face.
You were the one in a far distant place
who held me safe from danger or harm.
You held me in your caring arms.

So, come my brother, sister, my child;
take my hand and let's walk together awhile.
Behind you now is the rancor and strife.
This is the promised fullness of life.

As he spoke those words, I thought of you:
Would you like to hold the baby, too?

Power, beauty, strength, cleansing, refreshing. No wonder He comes to us again this Christmas as Living Water. May His love wash over you. May His presence refresh you in the moments of your fatigue. May Living Water bring you new life. May you never thirst again. Amen

I resist the idea that darkness is bad,
that good guys wear the white hats,
that evil lurks in the darkness of night.
I simply don't buy a word of that.

How would I know the meaning of light
were it not for darkness that follows day?
Light is defined by retreating night
when the moon and the stars decide to make way
for shafts of light on a rugged hill,
for the first reflections on a quiet lake;
darkness befriends the weary and worn
with peaceful rest from the choices we make.

Darkness is a gift to be gladly received.
It bears no malice or evil intent.
The one who made the heavens and earth
is the one from whom the darkness is sent.

So, I give thanks this beautiful night
for the darkness that makes the light so bright.
And I pray for quiet and restful sleep,
that God's great love will protect and keep
all who await the dawning day.
And to this all the people of God gladly say:
Amen

He stops by periodically. He always pauses, as if he wants to strike up a conversation. I’m willing. But he is aloof, stern. He never smiles. Never makes a sound. He is good at staring, though. My feathered friend, make that acquaintance, reminds me of the importance of smiling, nodding, saying “Hello” to my neighbor, practicing hospitality, being cordial. I will do that today. If I bump into you today, be ready. You’re going to get a smile and a “Hello!” Hospitality is the child of Gratitude. For what are you grateful this good day?

“If you can see your path
laid out in front of you
step by step, you know
it’s not your path. Your
own path you make with
every step you take. That’s
why it’s your path.”
Joseph Campbell

Yes, but aren’t we supposed to follow the path of Jesus, the one who has “gone before us?” Consider this: there is no “one size fits all” pathway; no “follow the yellow brick road” guide. Some people wait and wait and wait some more for their spiritual path to appear. “I’m waiting for the Lord to show me the way.” It’s a long wait until that person finally realizes that their path of faith depends on putting one foot in front of the other. He gives us resources, encouragement, values, principles, and the freedom to risk the outcome of blazing our path. Just apply his message to your brain, your heart, and your two feet and you’re on the way.

Campbell was right. We have watched Jesus blaze a trail of compassion, justice and truth. Now it’s my turn to leave footprints in the sand. I know where he wants me to go, how and why. Those same angels who sang over the Bethlehem manger at his birth are poised to sing again. If you want to hear the song, walk the path. Your path for him.