Shining Spirit

I saw this not long ago taped to the hallway wall at a local elementary school. Yesterday was a good day to do this. Tomorrow might be even better. But the best day of all is today.

All of us are concerned about the raging virus that is attacking so relentlessly, so concerned that we are isolating ourselves from social contact, something very unnatural for the human species. But if we can’t move in common social spaces, at least we can use our voices to connect person to person. There is no fear of contamination by voice contact…so, Today Is A Great Day To Do A Good Deed!

Bless at least one person today with the sound of your voice. Who would benefit most from a phone call. Please don’t shoot off a text message or a “Hello” email. It’s the sound of your voice that counts, and the gift of your time to bless someone else. You really don’t have much to do today, so pick someone(s) to gift with the joy of human connection that comes through the sound of your voice.

I suspect, too, that the blessing you give will be the blessing you receive. And may the Spirit guide you to the one who needs you most.

When I saw this small patch of grass at our local park
I thought of several people I know whose lives
are so balanced, so even and graceful.  Life has
a flow and natural precision that exude
contoured confidence.
Only a few.
Most of us live lives that resemble wild weed patches.
Wild flowers help, but most of our days are
unpredictable, filled with unexpected
U-turns, a few detours, and an
occasional dead-end road.
But somewhere embedded
in that wild terrain is a moment of remarkable creativity
or flashes of unstructured spontaneity.  Living a life of
manageable unpredictability makes the air
smell sweeter, roses shine brighter after
the rain, and the faces of passersby
gifts of interest instead of
objects of indifference.

It occurs to me that Jesus lived a kind of spontaneous
relationship with life and life’s Creator.  I don’t
think he was smooth edges and rounded
curves.  There was a tender tension
that kept him alert to the beauty in
a wild flower, or jagged rocks,
or abandoned people.  He
was grounded in the
unkempt ground
of life.
And because of that, He could love without
predetermined limits.  The only limit in
his often chaotic life was that which
came from his understanding of
the purpose of the One who
filled his mind and heart.
Trying to live in the precision of perfection is like
wearing a shoe that’s too tight when all the time
Life is calling us to take off our shoes, feel the
pulsing of the earth under our feet and to
step gently among the wild flowers.

Surrounded by the weight of heavy, jagged rocks;
located at the curb of a heavily traveled
asphalt street, and still she grows.
Alone.
It takes courage to bloom in these circumstances.
It takes courage to bloom wherever you are,
especially when times are tough.
But, oh, the beauty she brings.
A reminder.

The ocean is so big and the light is so small.
One light, even of great strength, cannot find all who
wander in the darkness.  One light is simply insufficient
to make the darkness go away.

Ah, but there are more lighthouses than you realize, and
they’re not only on the joining of sea and sand.
They are in the café in Los Angeles, a market in the
heart of Minneapolis, a fast-food stop in St. Louis.

Darkness was chased away when a patron in a Pittsburg
restaurant left  $2,500 tip on a bill of $16.  “Pay your staff if they
get laid off,” the note read.

There is a lighthouse at a local gas station in Round Rock, Texas where
the provider of light and human kindness paid for her fill-up and
left an extra $300 with the manager.  “Watch for the next 10
families who stop for gas.  Apply this money toward their
gasoline bills.”

Denver, Des Moines, Dallas…there are lighthouses everywhere!
And they shine the light of hope all across the land,
especially now as we are feeling more and more
isolated and alone, scared by the sinister
threat of illness.

It is easier to bear the darkness when you realize
that the light of human kindness
still survives.

The mentality of the moment  is “circle the wagons!”  Maybe, though, wagon circling has become our standard mode of operation.  Think about the nature and quality of our political culture.  Circle the wagons!  Or, the results of how we treat the earth.  CTW!  Or, about the specter of violence in our society.  CTW!  Or, the killer that stalks the earth and causes us to strip the grocery store shelves of “essential” products…paper towels and toilet paper…I take more than I need and you get nothing.  CTW!  I am reminded of nuclear blast shelters we used to dig in our backyards.

Don’t get me wrong.  I’m not making fun of this terrible virus that has caused us to use a seldom heard word:  Pandemic.  Do everything reasonable to avoid the germ.  Follow the advice of experts.  Be cautious.

And don’t think that I’m fishing for some religious meaning in this time of world hysteria.  God didn’t cause this to happen in order to get even or to teach a lesson.  Let’s get that absurdity out of the way quickly.  No, but since you and I are hunkering down for the foreseeable future, why not use the time to put your money where your mouth is…so to speak.

For the sake of your sanity and your soul, use some of your time to practice what you have preached:  “I need to make more time for God in my life.”  “I don’t have time for spiritual development.”   I would if I could, but I don’t have the opportunity to develop (1) spiritual practices (2) prayer (3) study and reading (4) calling Aunt Gertrude and wishing her well (5) writing those notes that are long overdue to friends and family members or (6) ???

What can you do to keep your spirit healthy and your mind intact?  Here are two specific options:  (1) make an inventory sheet and hourly count your rolls of paper towels and other essential paper products.  Increase your anxiety if it appears that supplies are running low.  Or, (2) use what extra time you have to develop a spiritual exercise that will reduce your blood pressure and increase your consciousness of God.

When we finally come through this hard time, and we will, you can look back and say: “My spirit is stronger now than ever before.”  Or,  “Look how neatly I made the check-marks on my Paper Towel Inventory.”

I have a suggestion for you.
See those two saguaros?  Don’t demand a lot of detail
beyond those two cacti.  The scenery in the far
distance is lovely, but there’s no specificity.
Don’t ask more than the scene can give.

But…look what’s at your feet.  You are surrounded
by gorgeous yellow flowers, each unique,
each offering you the gift of the moment.
In a time of uncertainty, better to rejoice
in the flowers at your feet than
focus on the shadows in the
distance.

Maybe we need the unknown at the base of
those distant mountains to remind us
of the reality and blessing
of this moment.  Don’t miss
the beauty around you.
You’re standing in
the middle
of it.

I’m having difficulty focusing on important
prayer topics for this early morning.
My mind is still sleepy,
my eyes are heavy,
and I am distracted by
back pain and a black dog.

Speaking of pain, I was surprised to
learn that my friend Jim is
in the hospital with a bad
case of pneumonia.
Need to send a card.

Prayer!  Focus!

I caught a glimpse of an early headline
as I was pouring coffee a few
minutes ago.  This ugly virus
is spreading even more rapidly.
I’m rethinking some travel.
Terrible stuff!

Drifting again!  Focus!

By the way, did you happen to see
the homeless man near the mall
yesterday?  He had the most forlorn
looking dog by his side.  How an
he feed himself and that cute dog?

There I go again!

I am determined to think of something
or someone to pray for…but, one
last thought and then I’ll really
concentrate.  Politics!  Elections!
Debates!  I’ve had it up to here!
Do you think we’ll ever figure
out how to get along?

Ok, that’s it.
Enough of these distractions.
I want to think of some important
things to prayerfully
consider.

I’ll call you later and we can talk
about these other things.

Yes, you are allowed to smile during Lent!

Go ahead…try it.

Like it or not, acknowledge it or not, believe it or not…everyone is invited to God’s abundant table.

The table is set, let the banquet begin.
Open the doors and usher them in.
The tables are bending with delicious repast,
and the wonderful moment has arrived at last.

I invited all my prosperous friends,
they promised to come to the meal and then
each one sent a note:  “Sorry, my friend,
something’s come up and I can’t attend.”

Will all this food, then, go to waste?
Not on your life!  Let’s fill this place.
Send all the servants out in the street
and have them invite everyone they meet.

The beggar, the poor, the down and out,
people that nobody cares about.
Bring them in and sit them down,
people who live in the worst part of town.

They are my guests at the banquet tonight.
Their presence here is a great delight,
for they are the ones who need this most.
So fill up the hall and let’s have a toast:

For the joy and the blessing we share this good night,
for the presence of these, often out of our sight,
our sisters and brothers who all have a place
at the festive table of mercy and grace.

Like it or not, acknowledge it or not, believe it or not…it’s true.

There is a time to do cartwheels on the sand
and a time to retreat,
A time to build castles and a time
to surrender them,
A time to be bold and daring and a time
to be cautious,
A time to own the moment and a time
to lose it.

It will never look exactly like this again,
so see with your spirit,
sit in awe and
wonder.

Canvas will capture the scene,
your heart will capture the moment.