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Archive for March, 2012

Earth hour…

…begins in one minute. So maybe no post tonight…?

All we have is four hazelnut cream tea-light candles. Wish us luck.

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I realize it has been a very long time since the last post here. I also realize that I don’t have much to say lately, and that’s probably why I haven’t been anxious to get back into it. I should have a lot to say. I should be overflowing with words. There have been endless activities and changes in the last few weeks, the most prominent and pervasive of which has been the moving to a different city thing.

So, as you  might have imagined, the internet was unavailable for a while, hence the halt in the posts…and then, since I’ve been able to return to the world of cyberspace, I haven’t really felt grounded enough to attempt this again. So we’ll say I get an A+ in non-perfection this month.

Either way, Easter season is around the corner, and I’m going to try and post three times a week or close to it until that time. It feels strange to approach Easter this year. Strange for many reasons…

First of all, we have a kid now. So the whole Easter egg hunt and pastel colours thing that used to ignite my inner religious indignation and cause much speculation and discussion has now turned into… “Awwwwwwwwwwwww….a pink bunny!”

Yes…parenthood does change you.

But the time of year also seems strange because of our new church environment, because of our new living arrangements…because of our new life. And yet, it is all about new life, no? And more than that…it is about resurrection. It’s about old made new, not just new new. It’s about the first-born being brought back to life….and the rest of us celebrating the truth that we get to follow suit someday.

So anyways…pink bunnies or not, the preparation for the season is upon us. Like all seasons, it will pass and repeat in time, but in the midst of a crazy life, my goal is to hold onto to the eternal and timeless truths that are represented. I hope that thought encourages you today to whoever takes the time to read this. 🙂

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Little to Say

Tears don’t fall in time.
Words come too much later on…
Goodbye takes it’s toll.

I am taking my good friend’s advice and writing a short haiku tonight because I feel like I don’t have it in me to write a lot of words right now. I don’t even know exactly how to write haikus, sadly enough, but I think I used the traditional English syllable count at least. This was a night of goodbyes and a night of reflection on things to pass. May the joys remembered and the hopes to come get us through these times. Amen.

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Mark 12 begins with a story about a vineyard. And it’s a sad enough story, to be sure. Servant after servant is beaten or killed by the “tenants” on the lease…actions born of greed, jealously, and misplaced indignant pride. Jesus is telling the story to symbolize the church leaders of that time and Israel’s history in general, or so much seems pretty obvious to me and is confirmed at the end of the section when it says those who sought to kill him perceived that he was talking about them.

To my way of thinking, the last verse at the end of this scripture segment is the saddest of the whole section. The religious leaders (and whoever else was already bitter at the teachings of Jesus) were intelligent and conscientious enough to realize that Jesus was talking about them. They heard the accusation loud and clear…but all they did was increase their hatred. I mean, couldn’t they also perceive the truth behind the statements…how the prophets or “servants” had been mistreated, ignored or even killed for bringing God’s word to his people. And now, the son of God had come and they were about to give him the same treatment. But why? Because he rubbed them the wrong way and offended them? He didn’t cater to their every religious whim? He wasn’t the God in a box that they had expected.

You see, I have always tried to give the religious leaders some benefit of the doubt. I know that in the same situation and circumstances I might have acted similarly, because we are none of us without pride, jealously, etc. We all feel the curse of sin still upon us. So maybe there were some that acted because they genuinely believed what they were doing was what God wanted. Maybe some didn’t see the real truth of the situation. But the verse here seems to suggest otherwise, at least for the ones that heard this parable. They knew. They knew that he spoke of them. And it doesn’t say they were hurt or confused or wanted clarification. I mean, it doesn’t say they realized their own wrongness either, but it seems to imply that they were seeking to kill him to shut him up as soon as possible…and never once does it mention this being for the good of the people or to honor God. It was all motivated by fear.

Now, whoever the author of Mark was obviously could not have known what was going on in the heads of these people anyways, unless said author was divinely instructed in the subject, which is a whole discussion for another day…but it is something sobering to think about for sure. Too often we know the mistake we are going to make before we make it. We don’t sin in ignorance. We don’t commit crimes for the betterment of society around us, we commit them to benefit our own interests or to alleviate our own fears. It is sad to think that the people who sought Jesus’ death were doing it willingly, even after realizing they were in the wrong…but this same tendency lies with all of us. We all partake in the same sort of broken fearful crappy way of living. We are all the bad guys.

But…and there is always a but when it comes to doom and gloom theology… 🙂

But there is still hope for us in Christ’s love. Thankfully the sins of the world didn’t taint the perfection of his sacrifice, and we are now free to choose love and faith and a life not controlled by fear or pride. Now, when we see ourselves reflected in his parables, and when we realize our own sin and bad intentions, we have the power to turn away from them and choose love instead of fear.

To pull out a slightly obscure literary reference (OK, not too obscure, but I try to be sensitive to the less well read types like myself)….”Timshel” (East of Eden). We were created with the ability to choose between good and evil, but now, even more so we can choose good with the power of Christ’s choice behind us. Next time you’re trying to make the right decision, just think of him deciding to go and die for the world that hated him…and then choose love, not fear.

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Epic Exhaustion

I never knew I could be this tired all the time. I was literally struggling to keep my eyes open, everything short of manually pushing the lids back up with my fingers, while feeding my daughter before bed. This is probably why she had cereal all over her face when we were done. But she thinks this is the greatest thing ever.

I can barely keep up with daily tasks, let alone pack everything that needs packing for our move next week…and let even more alone keep my committment to this blog every day. I may change my goal to three times a week, but we’ll see…

Anyways, change is sad, but it is also very good. Why did God design us to respond with such stress and strain when change occurs? Or was that really a part of the original plan, do you think? I mean, change is what keeps us going in some ways, right? If nothing ever changed in your life then you would eventually die of boredom…because we need the drive of change to sustain us, somehow…and yet…

Why is it so hard?

I don’t wonder much about anything these days, because I don’t feel like I have much time for wondering…but just now I do wonder what paradise will be like. Will we be moving houses all the time and changing jobs, do you think? Will we still feel nostalgia and the bittersweetness of saying goodbye and hello all at the same time? Is this feeling I’ve got in my gut right now a bad thing born of sin, or is it just a core part of being human? Maybe it’s neither…maybe it’s just a broken, slightly twisted part that needs fixing.

I really do hope that we never have to say goodbye again once we get to “heaven”, whatever that looks like. And I don’t have any scripture or theological stance to back me up right now, because this is pure rant straight from my scrambled brain…but I think that the goodbye part is the broken part. Maybe that’s what paradise is really like…always changing for the better and never parting with the good parts of what was before…like continual 100% efficient and pure improvement. No down sides. No “I’m going to miss that…” No wishing for the old days, because everything good about the “old days” will get wrapped into the new days somehow…

That’s what I find hopeful at this moment anyways…and I have to go and put the baby to bed now. Sorry for abandoning you again, Mark. Maybe next time… 🙂

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Blustery Day

It’s a blustery day,
As the Pooh bear would say,
And I won’t go outside.
Even though, I’ll confide
That no matter my place
I feel wind in my face.
I feel breeze in my hair,
And the chill in the air
Makes its way here inside
Where, like Rabbit, I hide
And pretend I am warm
And kept safe from the storm…
Still, like Piglet, I shiver
And my lips start to quiver
So I stutter away
On this blustery day…
While the Pooh bear in red
Drags his bulk out of bed,
Does some stretches to song,
And then lumbers along
With a scarf ’round his neck
Starts his honey-bound trek
And goes out in the wind
With what’s hardly a cringe.
All his thinking of honey
Keeps his heart warm and sunny.

And so maybe he’s right
To put up such a fight
Against blustery blows
And the dangers they pose…
Goodness knows I’m less free
Sitting here with my tea…

Still, I won’t go outside…
I’ll sit here like I’m tied,
And like Eyore I’ll moan
For a less drafty home.

 

I just kinda felt like getting back into a bit of verse tonight. Not very Lentish, I know, but I’ll dedicate this to the strange weather we’ve been having lately…and to getting up and at ’em even when it feels impossible… 😉

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I have just finished reading through the rest of Mark 11.

And since I wrote that last statement, a whole day has passed. Sigh…

Anyways…it’s interesting how the stories are arranged here. Jesus curses a fig tree because it has no fruit on it (even though the text specifies that it is not the season for fruit…hmm). Then they go to Jerusalem and the famous cleansing of the temple occurs, and then they pass by the fig tree again and realize it has withered in the mean time. Jesus responds to his disciples with another famous speech about telling the mountain to move into the sea and receiving whatever you pray for if you  believe you will receive it. The chapter ends with some priests challenging Jesus’ authority but ultimately leaving him alone for fear of the crowds…biding their time until later on.

I feel like I should be able to recognize some significance or tie between the happenings above, but I admit that I’m coming up blank. I mean, there are many truths presented through Jesus’ words and his actions in the temple, etc….but why the fig tree??? They don’t just mention it in passing either; they go back to the strange story, and Jesus uses it to prove a point. But the tree didn’t do anything. It was just doing what it was supposed to do at that time of the year. It wasn’t time for fruit yet, which makes sense since this is obviously taking place in the early spring time. I mean, I know Israel is not Canada and things probably grow at different times there, but no fruit in early spring seems logical to me.

In fact, the only connection I can make between Jesus various actions listed in Mark 11 is that they all seem to be more obvious shows of power than he’s previously desired to show. Putting the strange fig tree incident aside (although that is a show of power in its own way), it actually seems to make a lot of sense that Jesus would enter the city as the champion of the people’s hopes and then proceed to the temple (central to everything about Israel) and display his authority. But he doesn’t display it in a way that is a crowd-pleaser. I wouldn’t have been surprised if some of the people waving palms at him a little while ago were now ready to question and curse what he was doing. Nevertheless, despite his display of righteous judgement being a bit controversial, Jesus does seem to assume the Messiah role more obviously at this point in the gospels. He is the returning king on a donkey. He is the passionate prophet proclaiming the people’s sins. And he is the indignant priest who rages against the misuse of God’s holy temple. And he knows that what he is doing is going to get him killed soon.

So maybe the fig tree has some deeper meaning, and maybe not. Maybe Jesus was just really disappointed not to get any figs to eat, and he used the tree as a lesson. Or maybe I have no idea at all what I’m talking about. But I am always strangely awed and humbled by this part of Jesus’ story. Think of how satisfying it must have been to finally knock a few tables over and say things clearly and out loud for everyone to hear. But think of how terrifying, knowing that these very actions are going to push the people over the edge to the point of seeking his death more deliberately. This is the mystery and wonder of Jesus being fully man and fully God. He stood in righteous judgement in the temple that was originally dedicated to his own glory, and with the very actions that proclaimed his authority, he also submitted fully to humanity’s retaliation. In a sense, Jesus entered the temple as the final prophet and received the usual reward for a prophet’s honesty: death. Once again, we killed the one that had come to free us from ourselves…but what is really remarkable is that through his resurrection, we aren’t doomed to the fate that Israel had faced many times before. We don’t have to go into exile and wait for another prophet to bring us back. Jesus may have submitted to a human death, but in the end, it was death that was submitted to him…and he is the only prophet we will ever need.

He is passionate – knocking over tables and turning out the money lenders. He is passionate for our holiness and sanctification, as we now take on the role of temple and chosen people. So don’t you dare go flee into exile somewhere. Don’t you dare ignore the prophet’s call.

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