Saturday, January 31, 2009

Seasons

Ecclesiastes 3
1 There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:

2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,

3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,

4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,

5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,

6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,

7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,

8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace. (NIV)


Whatever the season, it is comforting to know that all is well, to know, "There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven."

http://www.biblesociety.ca/free_scriptures/escriptures/ecclesiastes3/ecclesiastes3.html

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Absolute Value

"There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as though everything is a miracle." - -ALBERT EINSTEIN

Perhaps this statement could also read:

There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is essential.
The other is as though everything is essential.

In math terms, the concept of absolute value based on a number line is viewed as the distance from zero. Absolute value is never negative; absolute value only tells "how far." It doesn't define "in which direction." This means that the absolute value of +3 = 3, because 3 is three units to the right of zero, and also the absolute value of –3 = 3, because –3 is three units to the left of zero. Zero is identified as a perfect circle -- O. By design, it has no beginning and no end. It is the point from which all other measurements begin.

I imagine the positive times in my life (gain, blessings) to the right of zero, and the negative times (loss, challenges) to the left of zero. But no matter which direction, positive or negative, everything in my life, exactly as it is, contributes with its absolute value in shaping my soul.

I believe everything is a miracle. Everything is essential. Everything has absolute value.




Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Betrayal

Betrayal is a most devastating act, especially when it involves someone we love and trust. I just read a story on a blog about a betrayal of the worst kind, one involving a potential adoptive family. The betrayal came from someone close to the family who made a complaint to the powers that be and ended with...

Well, I won't tell you how it ended. You can read about it here: http://theredneckmommy.com/2008/11/26/the-journey-begins/

The more I thought about the events, the more I was reminded that things are not always what they seem. I see in the immediate, often getting caught up in the injustices and forgetting that our purpose and experience go so much deeper than the tangible.

What I can't see is the shaping of the spirit that is happening because of and in the midst of adversity. What I do see is a growing faith within that all things are necessary. That all things begin and end in love. That nothing warrants judgment that is used to sanctify us.

We are shaped in the darkness. One is used as an adversary for the sole purpose of revelation of the heart and as a means of purification. Adversity reveals what is in the heart by its presence and by our response to it.

Does that mean I celebrate and have a desire for the darkness? For loss? No. It means that I see adversity has purpose. Though one may bring a soul-splitting loss into our life, it is also a great burden for the one through whom the devastation comes. No one has the power to devastate another's life. That power simply isn't theirs. But they are instruments in shaping our spirit.

If I had read this post even 5 years ago, I would not have understood the purpose of betrayal. But now, though I may not fully understand it, I am at peace with it.

What changed?

Perspective.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Brothers

I have watched brothers come to a precipice of separation. Locking horns, muscles flexed, a cloud of dust surrounds them as each attempts to dominate the other, like bulls competing for the prize. Verbal blows have been delivered, landing hard in the soft, vulnerable places unique to each one. It's hard to say whether or not they will let the fault expand between them. It's tempting. Justifiable even. Each one is holding to the truth as they believe it to be. But at what cost?

What is most important? Holding or releasing?

We grip tightly to the things that comfort us; things to which we are emotionally attached; things that give us a sense of belonging, a sense of stability, a validation of love and devotion. What we don't see, is the very things that we hold to are the things that hold us back. If we are not willing to release our grip, we can venture no further in love. Something will always come between us.

A Father bestows a gift. Each son interprets the gesture from their perspective of relationship with the Father. The Father's generosity becomes a catalyst of confrontation. Only one can hold the gift. Only one can have physical possession. The gift cannot be divided among the brothers. Technically, it was only given to one. The gift forces a confrontation between the brothers.

So what do the brothers do? Grasp tighter? Demand? Force? Obtain? Keep? Let resentment continue to build? Or is the only hope for love to be found in the release?

What has more value than love?

Release is the only answer. There is no other. Love is released in yielding. Yielding is a hard lesson to learn. Loosening the hold on the gift is the highest form of respect the brothers can show toward each other. It is also the means by which they honor their Father.

Fire and Ice



The recent winter storm left a coating of ice on everything in its path, changing the sounds in my neighborhood. Now when the wind blows, tree branches crackle and pop, like flames in a fire.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Today

Today, I killed a mouse.

Never before have we had a problem with mice in our house, but this fall is a different story. This was number 6 to be annihilated over the past three months. I'm really hoping this is the last one.

Three nights ago, I was awakened at 1 a.m. to the sound of something clanging on the blinds in my bedroom. Followed shortly by a "gnaw, gnawing" on the wood window frame. Ugh! I knew it was the elusive mouse that had left a spattering of droppings for me to discover ON.MY.SHEET!! Gah!

So this afternoon I was getting ready to meet the ladies for knitting when I heard the trap snap. "Woo hoo!" I thought. "Gotcha!"

The snap was followed by a pitiful squeaking. I hurried over to the corner where the trap was set and saw the mouse biting at the trap, to no avail. It kept squealing trying to escape the jaws that held it so firmly in its grip.

I reached over and picked up the trap, thinking surely it will die soon. But it was still alive. I ran out to the garage with it, looking for a screwdriver to pry open the trap. I couldn't stand to see the mouse suffering. I found an electrical adapter plug and bending over the lawn, I pried the jaw open. The little mouse dropped the short distance to the ground and tried to run under the rosebush. But its back legs dragged uselessly behind it. Its back was broken.

The mouse, a soft, furry grey, looked so innocent as it lay on the grass. Dragging itself a few inches toward cover, it paused to rest, breathing rapidly. A few more inches, rest. Finally it curled up under a fallen maple leaf.

My heart was breaking as I watched it struggle.

I didn't feel so heroic anymore. Just really sad.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Community


For the past 3 years, there has been a group of women, and an occasional gentleman, gathering weekly at our local library annex to knit, crochet, or do needlework. On average, 5-20 women show up every Saturday afternoon for 2 hours of crafting and fellowship.

The women are generous with their time and commitment to others. Help with the craft is freely exchanged as the need arises. New visitors are welcome. Books, patterns, and techniques are discussed. Laughter is always part of the mix. There is warmth in the smiles of friendly, familiar faces.

The brief time they spend together is a little oasis in the midst of their weekly lives and daily responsibilities. It is time they take for themselves, pursuing their craft, without distraction. Like an extended family, they have come to know each other well. As family and friends do, they see each other through good and through difficult times.

In times of illness and personal loss, moments of joy and celebration, uncertainty and concern, faithfully, they come to the table. Like working through a challenging pattern, navigating this life can be challenging. If a problem arises, the women work together for solutions, offering each other their unique perspectives in a show of support.

The women give generously of their time and attention, to each other and to the community beyond. Many items have been made and donated to worthy causes in our community and throughout the world. There is so much more than crafting happening every week during this brief time of respite.

Recently, the women were informed, that after three years, their group no longer fell under the umbrella of "library sponsored program." In short, they were banished from the library annex by the library director. An attempt to appeal to the board of directors fell on deaf ears.

The loss reverberated in the hearts of the women. Where to go from here?

Enter the kindness and generosity of the local newspaper. Having covered the proceedings of the library's board meeting, the news reporter, and subsequently the staff, were aware of the board's decision. An editor called one of the women the very next day and offered the newspaper's conference room, "indefinitely and free of charge" !!

Completely unsolicited, an answer comes from an unexpected source, who requires nothing in return - no umbrella of policy or tax increase - just a willingness and means to meet a need. That's generosity. That's community.

Our collective, hand-crafted hats are off to the staff of "The Times". Thank you.

Most appreciatively,

The Loop Group