You’ve heard the old tale about the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow? There’s not one. I know. I was there yesterday. I was driving home from the Post Office, the rain had stopped and the sun decided to pop out for a few minutes, I turned the corner, jammed on the brakes, jumped out of the car and ran into the end of the rainbow. The colors were so vivid in this full arch above the houses. And, yes, the end of the rainbow seemed to come down behind the house in the photo above. So, I slipped between the houses and into the general area when the strips of color disappeared into the moist air. Honestly, for having stood in the end of the rainbow, I don’t think I look any more like Tom Cruise than I used to, but my spirit got a huge boost and I felt a sense of gratitude. Genesis 9:13 all over again! ”The sign of the covenant…” As I think I have mentioned before, there are signs of Presence everywhere; signals that a promise is a promise. Maybe you won’t see a full rainbow today, but if you pay attention, you will get reminders that we are not alone in this amazing experience called life. Stunning or subtle, they are there.
The voyage of the USS Manzanita is about done. The Captain gave the order yesterday: Navigator, plot a course for Arizona. I said: Aye, aye, Captain. When the Captain’s on the bridge, everybody pays attention. We don’t get underway for a couple of weeks, but it takes planning and organization to stock supplies, haul out the footlockers, make sure that everything is shipshape so that the voyage to homeport is successful. It’s only about 1,500 miles, and we’re hoping for fair winds and following seas. Our sturdy ship was fully loaded on the voyage here and that’s the case sailing home, too. One extra souvenir T-shirt will sink us. So, in a short time, when all is ready, the Captain will give the order to haul in all lines, call upon the Chaplain to bless our days underway, and stand on the bridge wing as the crew “mans the rails”. With one long blast on the ship’s horn, we are off, leaving behind the wonderful experience of this coastal port, pointing the bow toward home. I will keep you posted as I mark off each day on our “short timer’s calendar”. By the way, I advise standing aside if you encounter the Captain in a passageway. She has a lot to do.
I share with you the traditional words of the Midshipman Prayer offered weekly in the chapel at the U.S. Naval Academy. While distinctly Christian in wording, this beautiful prayer has also been set in Interfaith language.
Almighty Father, whose way is in the sea, whose paths are in the great waters, whose command is over all and whose love never fails; let me be aware of Thy presence and obedient to Thy will. Keep me true to my best self, guarding me against dishonesty in purpose and in deed, and helping me so to live that I can stand unashamed and unafraid before my shipmates, my loved ones, and Thee. Protect those in whose love I live. Give me the will to do my best and to accept my share of responsibilities with a strong heart and a cheerful mind. Make me considerate of those entrusted to my leadership and faithful to the duties my country has entrusted to me. Let my uniform remind me daily of the traditions of the service of which I am a part. If I am inclined to doubt, steady my faith; if I am tempted, make me strong to resist; if I should miss the mark, give me courage to try again. Guide me with the light of truth and keep before me the life of Him by whose example and help I trust to obtain the answer to my prayer, Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
In this reading this morning, let me tell you about another reading that I’m reading every morning. No, it is not about clarity in sentence structure. It’s about people who are picky and demanding, always expecting perfection. The ones who are not satisfied after the steak has gone back to the kitchen four times. They somehow believe that being very particular is an indicator of good taste and that not being satisfied unless their preferences are met is a sign of sophistication. The point that Mark Nepo wants to make is “one key to knowing joy is being easily pleased,” and that demanding impossible perfection will always leave us disappointed. Quote: ”The further I wake into this life, the more I realize that God is everywhere and the extraordinary is waiting quietly beneath the skin of all that is ordinary. Light is in both the broken bottle and the diamond, and music is in both the flowing violin and the water dripping from the drainage pipe. Yes, God is under the porch as well as on top of the mountain, and joy is in both the front row and the bleachers…” if we are generous in our acceptance of life in the moment.
Acceptance of life as gift doesn’t mean liking everything that comes along, but it is quite different from demanding perfection, seeing life as never quite good enough, and living in perpetual disappointment. One more quote: ”the devastating truth is that excellence (perfection) can’t hold you in the night… A person dying of thirst doesn’t ask if the water has chlorine or if it was gathered in the foothills of France.” My point in sharing Nepo’s point of view: Life is a gift put into the hands of imperfect people who rarely experience perfection. An attitude of demanding is not a good way to say “thank you” to the gift giver. My wife has told me more than once that the words inscribed on my headstone will be: ”It’ll do.” So, that’s my gift to you this morning. Please don’t be demanding of perfection in grammar, choice of words, punctuation or writing style. This is not about literary perfection. It’s about spiritual awareness. Don’t miss the jewel contained in Nepo’s idea. Give it some thought.
I am grateful for Mark Nepo’s The Book of Awakening. The subtitle tells it all: ”Having the life you want by being present to the life you have.” May you find blessing and joy in this extraordinarily ordinary day.
“Black and blue” usually has a connotation of pain or suffering, but not in the case of the Stellar’s Jay. This beautiful bird stopped by for breakfast the other day, just outside my window. He seemed to enjoy the breadcrumbs, ate his fill, gave me a wink, and off he flew. But my day was all the better for having this guest for breakfast. Maybe you won’t have a breakfast guest today, but you will have the opportunity to find at least one object of beauty nearby, take time to be with it in thought or thankful prayer, sit quietly in memories. Might be an object on a shelf, a view from your window, the face of a friend in your memory. Look around. You live in wonder. You are wonder embodied. The Stellar’s Jay is just another bird compared to you. Fly today.
The photo you see here was taken after 8 p.m. in complete darkness. The Moon, surrounded by little white dots, stars, is the prominent feature. I share it with you for this reason: Light shines through darkness. The darkness cannot overcome it. Even in a pitch black night, it is still there. Even when my spirit, my soul, is dark, it is there. This is the message of the Christian Gospel, isn’t it. There is a strong echo of Genesis 1 and an affirmation of the claim of Jesus: ”I am the light of the world…” Right here in my backyard…yours, too. When I take time and pay attention, I become aware of many reminders and affirmations of the presence and power of The Light. Even when you can’t see it, it’s there. Live in that Light today.
How can a bird fly without sky, a fish swim in sand, a light make sense expect to be shown? How can the world function without music? I woke this morning dry and vacant, confined to the boundaries of sameness. Today will look like yesterday which is a forecast of tomorrow. In a thoughtless effort to block out the painful silence in my spirit, I stuck pieces of what plastic in my ears, tapped a musical note symbol on the electronic device that both links me to and separates me from reality, and felt a vibration in my soul, the sound of flood water coursing through the dry river bed, rounding the bend, exploding into playful gurgles and clapping waves of delight. My body moved. My heart moved. The curtain went up in my mind and there was the symphony, on stage, in a crescendo of harmonies and mystical magic. May the God of soul cleansing, life awakening music know that one individual stands this morning with arms raised to the sky in gratitude and awe. Thank you, Song of my Soul, for music.
“Just gimme a rock! I’ll show that guy! Stand back and give me room! He brags and boasts and struts around; he’s full of gas, that pompous clown! This day he meets his doom!”
“Now, David, please control yourself, and look what’s here at hand. Goliath there is ten feet tall and you, my lad, are rather small to take on such a man.
“His armor weighs as much as you; his spear is twice your height! Those muscles in his arms are huge and you? O, David, you will lose if you pursue this fight.”
“Get out of my way and hand me that stone; today the giant dies. That puffed up windbag’s in for a shock. Let’s see if he likes this jagged rock between his glaring eyes!
“See how he snarls and stamps his feet; he tries to look so mean. He thinks he’s caused us fear today, but insults hurled are merely a play to scare us from the scene.
“Well, Goliath, old boy, if you’ll turn just a bit, a little more profile please. Wrapped here in my sling is a present for you delivered expressly from Yahweh and crew. Let’s see how you look on your knees!”
“O, David,” they cried, “your aim’s found its mark. Goliath is flat on his face! We knew all along we could count on you, lad; never a doubt that the power you had was sufficient to end this disgrace.”
“That’s strange,” David said. I thought you were sure that a small man would be in the way. I remember you saying: ‘Go home to your sheep’, that only the big men were able to keep the giant from claiming the day.”
One little rock and one little man! And now the people all say that out of the turmoil and fear in the crowd, David stepped forth, refused to be bowed, and became a great leader that day.
The woman was sick for eighteen years. She had lived through sorrow, heartbreak, and tears, and then one day, at the time for prayer, she knelt in her anguish and deep despair.
It was then that she felt a gentle touch. Who, she thought, would dare to do such? Who would touch a woman like me, crippled, possessed, as all can see?
His eyes showed compassion as he gave her good news. “You’re healed of your sickness, you are free to choose a new way of life as you stand straight and tall. Stand straight with me now; let’s show them all.”
As she rose to her feet, there was heard a cry from the synagogue leader standing nearby. “How dare you heal on the Sabbath day! You violate Law, you clearly betray
The One who established the sacred Law, and we, standing here, all clearly saw that you touched this woman, and that, I contend, displays the depth of your horrid sin.”
As the now healed woman made her way to the door, Jesus turned to the man: “There is one thing more. You are a hypocrite, a fraud and a fake. You act out religion in order to make
the crowds think you’re holy, above all the rest. But you, sir, have failed faith’s basic test. You neglected to love in the midst of her pain. You do all this for personal gain.”
A murmur was heard to spread through the crowd until a man finally stood and spoke aloud: “Today we have heard truth spoken here and seen love confront irrational fear.
Surely the God we praise in this place laughs in heaven at the leader’s face and applauds the courage it took to say that grace and mercy will show us the way.”
Habit: an acquired behavior pattern regularly followed until it has become almost involuntary. I have one. It’s called the Manzanita News & Espresso. A very “homey” feeling, very friendly folks, interesting art work on the walls, wonderful pastries, even a community bulletin board where you can rummage through all kinds of local news and upcoming events, (there’s a raffle at the Methodist church around the corner, for instance) and, as one would expect, excellent coffee. The next time you happen to be passing through Manzanita, I recommend it highly. My morning isn’t complete until I have said: “A 16 (oz.) vanilla latte, please.” But, truth be told, and while it’s true that the coffee is excellent, one of the most striking things about the place is the feeling of welcome waiting just inside the door. The unique little building is not a “cookie cutter” coffee establishment. The word “unique” fits it well. The layout, the furnishings, the old building itself seem to say “come on in.” Everyone.
The deal was sealed for me when, a couple of weeks ago, the paper sign taped to the glass partition near the cash register caught my eye. Everyone is welcome here. Not just the “everyones” who fit traditional norms. If you are hungry, come on in. There’s food here. And if you’re thirsty, drink, too. Doesn’t matter who you are, you are welcome.
That has a very familiar ring to it.
(This is not a paid advertisement. It’s the Gospel truth.)
Shining Spirit 
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