What is it that drives my crazy behavior?

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Dieting makes me wonder… you see about 4:30-5 ish I get real ditzy because I haven’t eaten much all day. This makes my drive home on a busy highway a little less than safe. I really have to concentrate on what I’m doing. I have learned to keep a stash of something, some little treat to boost my blood sugar before I head out the door.

And I can get real emotional if I’m not cautious about over-doing the diet bit. My ex-husband once told me that dieting wasn’t fair to the kids because they wouldn’t understand. Sometimes when I feel myself sinking into a big ole pit of depression I have to stop and think about what I’ve eaten, or not eaten.

All of this makes me wonder what the world would be like if women weren’t encouraged to diet, would the ditzy blond jokes be anomalous? what could women have contributed to society if being small weren’t the mark of success?

but…still I diet because I want to date and I don’t want to feel all that anger towards men when they smirk at me, on that first blind date, with their hands crossed lazily over their pot bellies and say, “I could tell you were hiding that you were overweight from the way your pictures on Match.com were taken.” Which really isn’t fair because I haven’t been on match.com for at least two years and it says right there that I’m overweight. I try not to set myself up! But still I get that smirk as if I’ve been caught trying to pass myself off.

More than anything I just want to be loved for who I am so this becomes a double bind. I know that by most people’s standards I am too large to be date-worthy and that when I am small I doubt the sincerity of anyone’s attraction. In the back of my mind I’m wondering what would happen if I gained weight again, so I don’t trust.

but…still I diet because I want to have hope and I have learned that the larger I am the less hope I have. And I realize that this whole thing is wrong and unhealthy and a little sick but I don’t know the way out of it. I have learned a lot about being safe though, about keeping emergency food nearby in case my blood sugar crashes and I become more ditzy, or emotional than usual, my eyes glazing over and my mind shutting down.

I look forward to the day when I can go back to the gym and I can enjoy being strong and fit again. For now all I want is for friends to stop reminding me that ‘some men like fat women’ and to fit into my jeans again. And I don’t want to hear the reassurance that there’s someone out there for everyone or any other platitude that fails to take this seriously because I have tried so very hard for so very long. For as long as I can remember.

All I want is to have the hope that someone, some day, might want to be with me, not in spite of how I look or because I’ll “do” until something better comes up. So I, like so many, many women before me, am willing to be ditzy, to be emotional, to be less than I might otherwise be because the alternative, being alone, is just too painful. While I hope that if I ever do meet a man who would want to be with me that he would, sooner rather than later, really see me for who I am, I know that to get there, first he has to simply look at me and at least, be intrigued.

Finding God in All the Wrong Places

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It’s interesting being on facebook with a lot of pastors. I hear all these comments, these questions about our lectionary text for any particular weekend. This week’s text drew many insights, many questions, many imaginative responses. Some wondered why the first group of petitioners who spoke with Jesus said the Centurion was worthy and deserving of Jesus’ help, but the second said he was unworthy and didn’t want Jesus to feel as if he were being asked to come into the house. Some wondered about what it means to be under authority, or to have authority and as our society struggles with questions of authority this raised some interesting questions. Others wondered about faith and the trust that the centurion had placed in Jesus. Some wondered if the centurion’s slave held a special or unique relationship with the centurion and what that might mean. All of these are good and interesting questions.

But I am drawn again and again not only to Jesus’ boundary crossing behavior but to his astonishment. Not only is Jesus immediately willing to go to a gentile, even enter his home and risk ritual defilement but before he gets there he learns that God has been working in and through this centurion, someone outside the Jewish faith. Before Jesus himself can even get there God is at work in this man’s life. The centurion expresses a faith beyond Jesus expectation. Faith which does not come from us but is a gift of God appears richly and vibrantly in an outsider. When we see Jesus astonished by God we see Jesus’ humanity affirmed. Isn’t it surprising? When I think of Jesus being astonished by God I find myself on the edge of heresy. God surprises God’s very own self. There is something wonderful about that. God make’s God’s self vulnerable to us.

I suspect that it is part of our human condition that we tend to avoid surprises. We seem to seek out familiar patterns and affirm what we already know even when these patterns aren’t healthy, or good. Often it is easier for us to stay with the familiar than to risk something new. If we stay with what we know we don’t risk being disappointed, but we may also be shutting out possibility, shutting out hope, shutting out change. Our scriptures tell us that the Spirit will blow where it will and this uncertainty disturbs us. We have a tendency to want to predict where God will show up and how. To name God, to claim God, to wrap God in our doctrines and theologies. As if we could describe God and contain God within our understandings. Seminary students are perhaps the worst at this!

Yesterday I read an  article about the band Mumford and Sons. Perhaps some of you know this band? It’s a Christian inspired rock band. This article stated that attending a Mumford and Sons concert was a ‘church-like’ experience. Yet for most of us church and a rock concert are as far apart and disparate as we can imagine! We cling to the way things have always been, our familiar comfortable descriptions of life, of church, of God, of simply the way things ought to be. We hold as inviolable the roles we maintain for each other. This centurion was a rule breaker, a boundary crosser. Imagine the conversation between him and his supervisor. “You get too close to these Hebrews! You have no boundaries! I’ve even heard that there is a slave you have allowed yourself to get close to! You are weak and your weakness makes us all weak!” Yet in his willingness to be vulnerable to those he was in charge of governing, he became an agent of healing, an agent of change, an agent of God. His ultimate authority was not the culture, it was not his commander, it was not ‘the way things ought to be.” It was God in all her goodness, grace and mercy. It was God exhibited and made manifest in all of God’s creation.

What are the boundaries within which we seek God? Do we look for signs of God at work only in our own faith, in our own culture, in our own understanding?

I wonder what it would mean for us to stand astonished with Jesus as we see God working in those places we least expect to see God working in. What would it mean for us to actively search for God in the midst of our daily lives? To search for and affirm the goodness of creation? I want to show you a video clip. Perhaps you’ve seen it, or one like it. We live in an age of surveillance, but what are we looking for?

Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQMbJ5XUR68&feature=em-share_video_user

Isn’t that something? We see what we expect to see. Part of our Christian calling is to see and affirm the good in the world. When we actively seek and affirm the good  in the world, we change ourselves and then the world we live in changes. We actively call out, we elicit, the good in the world and we have faith that it will answer us. When we seek the good in the world we are deliberately provoking it, we are calling for it, we are acting in faith that it is there even when we don’t see it, and we call it into expression. We are agents provocateur provoking the world to manifest goodness.

We hear God’s affirmation of life, of creation, repeatedly in the Genesis accounts, where God pronounces a benediction over all of creation, good, very good and we are asked to respond to creation, to life, from a place of faith;  affirming this goodness, and as we do we become part of the inbreaking kingdom of God made manifest in the world. To continue to believe in the goodness of all creation is an act of defiance. The world is all too ready to provide evidence of pain and suffering, of evil and wrong doing. When we affirm the goodness of the world we do so in defiance of all that is painful,  of all that would tear us down.  John Caputo, puts it this way, “The world resonates with the echo of God’s ancient blessing of creation, so that every time the wind blows or a child smiles, we can, if we have ears to hear, detect there the murmuring of the “good” that Elohim pronounces over things, the movement of the Spirit of God listing where it will.”

Many of you know of the story of Anne Franke, a young Jewish girl who hid from the Nazis during WW2 with her entire family in an attic. She did not survive the concentration camps. During the years that Anne and her family hid in the attic Anne kept a journal and before she was taken away she wrote the most profound and hopeful statement, that after all she and her family had been through, after all the news of what was happening outside to others, she still believed in the good. She was a light in the dark.

Yet we do not know what she might have said if she had seen the camps. For that we must go to Etty Hillesum. Etty was older than Anne and more politically aware. She lived and worked for a time in a work camp. She knew more details of the horrors awaiting her if and when she was put on the train. Etty was so well loved by friends and family that they actually tried to kidnap her to save her from the camps, but she refused. She knew that if she escaped others would suffer. The last word we have from Etty was a postcard thrown out the side of a train headed to Auschwitz. It said simply, “we left the camp singing.” I imagine her friends thinking, “if they were singing Etty, it’s because you led them.” Etty was not naïve. She questioned the good in mankind, in her guards and oppressors. In one poignant entry she states that she had spent the afternoon watching a guard strutting back and forth by the fence and struggling with the idea that he too bore the image of God.

These stories reverberate because they astonish, because they inspire. These are stories of people who in the midst of pain and loss beyond imagination found hope, found courage, found love, found God in the strangest places, in the oddest circumstance. In our scripture today we have a group of Jews coming to Jesus asking him to do a favor for a Roman centurion. He was one of the oppressors, but they argued, he really was a good guy! He wasn’t a jack-booted thug who ravaged the countryside but one who took pity, who encouraged their worship, who showed mercy. But what a strange place to find God at work! What a strange man to display incredible faith, to bear witness to the authority and power of God. What a strange man to express such humility and surrender. Jesus was astonished! Isn’t that amazing?

When we open ourselves up to the movement of the Spirit we begin to see the possibility of the impossible. We begin to doubt the certainty of our assumptions and the way it’s always been. We do not give in to cynacism and despair but defiantly proclaim that what today seems impossible is possible and that this impossible possibility is groaning and stretching within us desiring to be born anew each and every day. We deliberately engage in a second naivete, not the innocence of an Anne Frank but the informed and knowledgeable faith of an Etty Hillesum, knowing the full spread of evil, of pain and wrongdoing in the world we continue to believe in the good.

Believing in the goodness of the world is an act of defiance, it is an act of faith. It is to take God’s benediction upon creation as truth. It is to affirm with Elizabeth Barrett-Browning that earth is crammed full of heaven and for those who have eyes to see every common bush is ablaze with God.  Our faith asks us to believe beyond belief that God is acting in the world even when we cannot see it, perhaps especially when we cannot see it. Our faith asks us to be astonished, to stand in awe of God working in the shadows, in the unforseen places in distant, unknown people, in strange faith traditions, in strange cultures. Our faiths asks us to be astonished to stand in awe of God working even within our own shadows, our own darkest, most seemingly irredeemable places.  Our faith asks us to surrender ourselves and our expectations that God might astonish us with grace and redemption beyond belief.  May it be so.

In Praise of a Mothering God

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Created in God’s image we sit here together to give thanks for the greatest of blessings. Created in God’s image we have been shaped and formed by those who have been birthed through us, been born of us.  It seems to me that often we mistake mother’s day as being a day that celebrates those capable of birthing children but this is not so. Today we celebrate our inclusion in the mothering work of God. We celebrate that our hearts have been torn open and made tender. We celebrate that we can no longer dwell in the self-centered concern of adolescence or preteen years but that now our hearts and our minds, our very souls have been stretched like weary childbearing bodies to include a fierce and passionate love, a love that is deep and enduring, that changes us, that changes everything.

That we can be so unseated, so knocked off balance by this love is the miracle of motherhood. It is not that we must ourselves bear and carry a child but that we must ourselves allow our hearts and minds to be broken open, to be torn asunder by this love and by the knowledge that it is not safe. It is to remain open and vulnerable to the love of one’s child knowing we cannot keep them safe from the world and we cannot make their choices. It is to remain open and vulnerable knowing that our children must walk their own path, make their own mistakes and find their own way. It is the keeping of our hearts as the open and safe place to which they can return when life has left them bruised and things become uncertain. It is not the easy provision of answers but the uneasy provision of space in our already full and often fearful hearts, the caring without certainty. This is motherhood and this is the love that God, the mothering God of scripture, gives us.

Motherhood is less about bearing and childbirth, although these are tender and sacred things, than about the waiting and the hoping, the longing and the caring. It is to spend hours wondering how one might help one’s child without intruding. It is about listening for the door to open and hearing those glorious words, “Mom! I’m home!” It is about honoring the tears and the pain of one’s child and bearing that pain with them rather than intervening. It is about the waiting through endless days, months, even years to see their hearts open and blossom with the kindness and tenderness that we saw in them as children years ago. To see them become more than they can begin to believe in. This is motherhood. It is to see our children grow into their tall, strong, bodies, their independent, seeking minds, their questing, adventerous spirits, and to know that there is more. It is to hope and to know, to wait longingly, till love infects them too and carries them into their own soul searching, heartrending journey into the heart of the mothering God.

Mothering is to be given a glimpse into the very heart of God. To know, to experience,  how power can be given up, surrendered willingly to make space for one who is loved beyond words. It is to know what it means to make oneself completely vulnerable as God has made God’s self vulnerable to us, to be changed and transformed by love. It is to know that all that we are and are not, all that we say and do, has incredible impact on those we love most and it is to be humbled by our inadequacy to this task. It is to know that at some point we must surrender our role as mother to the mothering God, to the one who is up to the task and who will not fail our children but who can meet their every need. And it is to know that we can mother only because God has our back and that the end is secure. It is the love of our mothering God for us that allows us to embrace every moment in its tender fragility and its passing temporality. We love because God has first loved us. We are mothers because God has mothered us and has shown us the way. Mothering is not simply a physical thing or a genetic thing, although these may play a part for some people, it is about loving another so wholly and completely that we give our whole selves to the task and that we allow them to have their own journey. It is to allow another to play with our heartstrings and to know that with the grace of God it will be the sweetest melody we have ever been a part of.

I’m fine, really

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I, like most women, was brought up to be a nice and pleasant girl, which was hard for such a moody child. Thing is, this is still my first reaction when someone approaches me, even if I’m upset or hurting, my first response is almost always cheerful, fine, upbeat, especially if I”m in public. The authentic reaction, the true response, always comes secondary. And there are still people in my life who reinforce this, who prefer the social veneer to authenticity.

I have two issues with this, the first is that the social veneer is never truly joyful, it is only repressed. The other issue is that I end up lying to people who care about me, who come to see if I’m OK, knowing I’m not, and my ability to connect with those I care about is diminished. This knee-jerk-I’m-fine, reaction is one I am working on letting go of so that I can be more real, more present. It’s a work in progress though and not a finished product.I am learning that I need to wait for the second reaction, the one where I see you and you see me, the one where we are gentle with one another, where being vulnerable, scared and frightened is OK. Because there’s space for all of these feelings and it’s OK not to be fine. I am learning to be more accepting of my humanity and to accept the care and the love of others, but I admit it’s a struggle. I am never quite what I ‘should be.’ I feel my inadequacies daily and often I want to protect others from them, save them from seeing me, the real me. 

Today I want to be brave.  I want to trust that if I am real, if I let people see me, that it will be OK, that I will still have a place at the table, that I will still belong. I’m not very good at trusting though and I go back and forth, whispering my truths and hiding. Revealing how much I need others, need people like you dear reader, and then being aloof so you won’t feel oppressed by my need. Today I only pray for your patience, your continuing presence in my life, that you won’t give up on me, because this is a work in progress and I’m not finished yet. And I don’t want you worry if you see me struggling with this because I am fine, really. 

 

Doubting with Thomas

 

Doubt is the doorway to transformation. It is the invitation to awe and wonder, to mystery. Where our preconceived ideas keep us blind to possibilities doubt opens the way. We question what we know and create space for something new to show up.

There is an old story of a student of Zen Buddhism who traveled deep into the hills of Japan to meet with a renowned teacher. He was so excited that as they sat down he began to talk and talk and talk about all he knew about Buddhism. As he talked the Zen master quietly went about preparing tea for the two of them. He filled his guest’s cup. His visitor gestured that it was enough but even as he did he never stopped talking.  He was just soo excited! The Zen master quietly kept pouring and pouring and the cup overflowed onto the table and over the edge onto the floor and the student yelped and jumped up. “Why are you pouring tea all over?” he asked, incredulous. “You are like this cup,” the Zen master answered, “you are so full of your own ideas and preconceptions that there is no room for anything new.”  I’m like that often. I think I know what is coming and I don’t always leave room for the unexpected, the novel, the new. Doubt helps me find space to see from a different place, and when I see things differently, I’m changed, and then everything else changes. I live from a different place.

The interesting thing about gaining a new perspective is that it seems hardest to do when we most need it. When we are hit with loss and grief, when our plans are disrupted and chaos infiltrates our future, just when we most need to see from a new place, this is when it can seem impossible to do so. It is in this place of grief and loss that we join the disciples in our story.

The radical ministry of Jesus had shaken everything that his disciples believed in. We are rational beings after all, we know that the lame cannot walk, the blind cannot see, the dead do not rise. These certainties are, well, as certain as death and taxes. Yet Jesus had defied them!  Had turned them on their head. Time and again he had upset the order of life, the order of society, he had disturbed the peace of our orderly expectations. He had elevated the outcast and included the untouchable, the despised. He brought life and healing where there was death and disease. Yet where our storyline picks up today, Jesus had failed, the disciples had failed. The powers of the world, of the government, of the military might, of the religious leaders had prevailed and Jesus, the surprising and unexpected savior, had died on a cross like any ordinary man. There was no surprise and everything happened exactly as expected. Challenge the powers that be, those with wealth and might and they will crush you. This is the way of the world, isn’t it?

Our story today starts with failure, with the disciples hiding in fear, feeling deeply their failure to be faithful to their lord, their friend,  feeling his failure to overcome the powers that be. How could it have gone so wrong? The joy that they felt watching Jesus bring new life to those whose lives had been diminished; the joy they felt crying out his name when he rode into Jerusalem, it seemed so very far away. Now they hid, knowing themselves to be small and weak, knowing they could not challenge the might of those in power. The joy that felt so powerful, so undeniable just a few days ago, was gone.

The subversive, gentle, surprising power that Jesus had seemed to have only days before had failed. He had slipped out of such difficult places before, putting a little gentle judo twist on each attempt to contain him, to stop him. He did not come in power with an army, with weapons. Somehow, the disciples must have reasoned, he would put a little twist on his conversation with Pilate and walk free or better! But it hadn’t happened.  He had failed and his weakness, his humanity was so palpable. Those who had loved him gathered together in grief and loss and fear.

Usually this story, the story of Doubting Thomas, is told as an admonishment to have more faith! But no one in John’s gospel believed on faith alone! No one! No one said, “well, I know he was supposed to have died on the cross but that’s all wrong, you see, he’s OK. I’m just headed off to Galilee to see him.  Do you want to come?” No one believed until they saw him, until he said, Hey I’m not the gardener Mary, Go on touch me, see me, how about a fish fry on the beach?  No one believed without seeing.

Their certainty was too strong. We are rational beings after all. There are somethings we just have to accept. The blind do not see, the lame do not walk, the dead do not rise.  Might makes right and the one with the money makes the rules. They were certain of this. And this certainty left them hiding behind closed doors. If they had doubted this while Jesus was alive and among them, healing and preaching now they were certain. They were so certain that they had closed their hearts and minds, closed their souls to the unexpected, the fantastic, the never-before-seen. They had shut the door on hope.

It is into this fear, this hopelessness and despair, this grief and loss that Jesus becomes present. God does not meet these people in the midst of their strength, their ardent confession of faith but in their fear, in their unbelief that anything new could happen. It is into their certainty that might makes right and that death wins that God becomes present to them not as some overpowering, omniscient force but as their wounded, and touchable friend. God comes to them bearing wounds. God comes to them as one who has become vulnerable to them, as one who has yielded.

God meets us at our most obtuse and close minded and blows the doors right off our preconceived notions. God meets us in the midst of our fear and limitations and invites us to live from a different place. Jesus meets the disciples at their lowest moment and gives them new life. He breathes into them just as God breathed the first breath into the first person. We are given a new life, a new way of being, a new understanding, an abundant life!

Jesus said, “I came that you might have life and have it abundantly.” (John 10:10) What does he mean by this? Often we think of scarcity and poverty as being the opposite of abundance but I want to suggest that it is fear that is the opposite of abundance. It is fear that leads us to live small cramped lives, that locks us up in small rooms, in small roles,  in small lives. When I live from a place of fear my heart is squeezed, my life gets small and cramped. When I live from a place of fear loving others, trusting, and giving of myself is hardly possible. It isn’t safe. When I live from a place of fear I find myself grasping onto what I have for fear that it won’t be enough, that my needs won’t be met. It makes my life really small.

It is in this place of need, of cramped hope that Jesus shows up. Relieved of our fear we open ourselves up to the loving abundance of life lived fully, lived graciously and lovingly. We open ourselves up to be showered with the grace of God. Relieved of fear new possibilities open up and we live boldly! Fear is that which propels us on our anxious course away from each other, away from knowledge and insight, and away from God. Fear is that which speaks into our doubts asking us not to look too closely or at all! Turning away from our doubts and our questions we miss the opportunity for wonder, for awe, for mystery. Fear is that which wishes to contain our understanding of God and God’s love for us within certainty and dogma, that wishes us to limit God to our understanding. Doubt reminds us that we see dimly and there is much more to be revealed than we can see now.

So how do we respond? Do we need to be men and women of great courage? Lucky for us the answer is no. We are not asked to have courage. We are asked to see God meeting us in the midst of our fear.  We are asked to open our hearts and be vulnerable to God and to each other. We are asked to breathe in the breath of God and be transformed, to live from a different place. One where our fears fade like bad memories. We are asked to move beyond courage, beyond facing our fears to a life lived from a place of joy and gratitude, a place where courage and facing our fears simply isn’t necessary trusting that Christ is there in the midst of our fear, our loss, our failure. Christ has come to meet us with all our fears of death, loss, failure, inadequacy writ large on his body. Meeting our Lord and Savior in the midst of our fears we discover that love surpasses all of these, that joy is still possible. We are invited with Thomas to place our hands in the wounds  and fears that seem to be great obstacles, that would stop us from loving and living boldly and abundantly. We are invited to watch our fears disolve in a cascade of confession that Jesus is Lord and love wins!

Jesus comes to us in profound vulnerability, entering deeply into failure, death, and loss and when he comes to us he doesn’t leave all this behind but comes bearing the marks, the wounds; he comes not in power and triumph but softly, gently with no fanfare, only love. This is the subversive power and strength of Jesus Christ not a confronting, domineering demanding power but  the power of vulnerability, of love exposed and touchable. One that invites us to come close, to feel our own wounds and vulnerability, one which embraces us wholly and completely. It is in these tender vulnerable moments when all we hold certain is questioned, when all we hold dear is challenged, that we are met with God’s grace, with God’s love. Doubt and uncertainty become the doorway where God meets us, where we empty our cup so that God can fill us up again!

Albert Einstein said that Imagination is more important than knowledge. For while knowledge defines and contains all we currently know and understand, imagination points to all we might yet discover and create.

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with the joy of a child or not at all!

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The other day a very well-meaning friend reminded me that even though I am over weight I shouldn’t give up hope of dating. Remember, she said, lots of men our age are over weight too! The harder she tried to comfort me the deeper she dug the pit!

I am so very aware that I am not in shape and have not been working out lately. I am grateful that I haven’t gained more weight during this lazy period. The thing is though, I know from past experience that if I start going to the gym or making myself run because I feel bad or because I’m hoping it will gain me a date or a husband that I will only make myself more miserable. I know that I am capable of working out, long and hard, in abject misery as I recount all my flaws and that I will never be good enough. At least not until I can have an airbrush artist magically transforming me moment by moment.

I know that if I can recapture that sense of joy that comes natural as breath when I’m feeling good that I will enjoy working out. I will actively seek out the endorphins and the limits of my ability, not in a self-abusive ritual but in a self-empowering one! I know that it looks the same from the outside but I also know that the two are night and day! I have punished myself for being less-than so thoroughly in the past that I want no more of it!

So yes, I am over weight and worse I lack muscle tone. But I know this will pass sure as spring coming and I will again stretch my limits and discover my boundaries and I will explore with the joy of a child. I know that I have to trust this process and the wisdom of my body. I wish I knew when this tired, shut down feeling was going to be over but I do know that my body moves in rhythms that have their own wisdom and today I”m going to respect that.