Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Friday, September 3, 2021

spiritual direction



Recently, I completed a two-year course of study to become trained in a centuries-old practice known as spiritual direction. In case you’ve never heard of this before, I define spiritual direction as an intentional process whereby one person helps another notice, honor, and respond freely to God’s presence and activity in their life. As a spiritual director, I seek to cooperate with God in nurturing an open space where others can come to God just as they are...to experience what it means to be the Beloved of God.

I love the simplicity and the process of spiritual direction because I see a lot of playfulness in it. Did you know I happen to be passionate about play?!

Though the phrase “spiritual direction” might not sound very playful, time and time again, I have seen the spirit of play embodied in our midst as the person seeking God’s direction experiences freedom, grace, joy, and openness in their relationship with God. In spiritual direction, we engage our imagination and become more childlike (trusting) in our faith.

Like play, spiritual direction is not a pre-planned program. Each session has an improvisational feel to it as we simply listen to what is being said and as we open ourselves to what God might want to say in the spirit of love, just love. We bring the stuff of our real life to the interaction and attune our hearts to the very heart of God, bringing Scripture to bear and applying the gentle, compassionate, and gracious way of Jesus to our lives.

In the midst of such an interaction, we cultivate the spirit of self-forgetfulness (which is also a characteristic of play) as we attend fully to God’s presence in our midst right here...right now.

I’ve become convinced that these kinds of interactions are sorely needed in a world that scarcely slows down long enough to really listen. It saddens me that in our society today we have become increasingly violent towards one another in thought, word, and deed. In that light, spiritual direction is a countercultural way of being with one another, so I am looking forward to practicing it more and more with those who may be interested in it.

I wonder if you sense that spiritual direction could be a help to you in your life? If so, I’ve prepared a sign-up form where you can find out more details about it. If you have any questions or want to talk with me more about it, feel free to reach out via a private message.

In any case: may God’s love and joy, grace and freedom flourish in your life!

Saturday, January 2, 2021

in the light of love

 


Where is your focus? This morning, I read the words of the psalmist who writes: “I do not concern myself with great matters or things too wonderful for me. But I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with its mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me.” (Ps. 131: 1b-2)

As I read this and thought about all my dreams and plans for the new year, it struck me that only after centering my heart in God’s heart may I have anything of worth to offer the world.

This is so because God’s heart is a heart of love—and, unless my words and actions spring from love, they will be of no benefit to anyone else.

We all have different gifts to offer the world. To employ our gifts for the common good, I am convinced we do well to slow down long enough each day to get in touch with the core of love at the center of it all.

In our fast-paced, competitive, combative, and noisy world it is too easy to lose sight of love. Rarely do we stop long enough to consider why we do what we do from one day to the next, not to mention the question of whether we are doing it all for love. But when our actions are firmly rooted in loving intention, our very lives become a space where beauty flourishes naturally.

When we live out of the center of love, there is less striving. We can see more clearly just what it is we are supposed to be doing and we have a deeper understanding as to why we are doing it. In love—and only in love—may we find true, lasting purpose and meaning.

Without love, our lives become an exercise in futility; chaos and confusion reign. We become warped and frustrated. It is easy to see how much we have become accustomed to living out of a center other than love; just notice how much we have become consumed about gaining the upper hand, pushing our various agendas on others. Love is a powerful force, but its power lies in the fact that it is not forceful.

Love says, “I will never force you to do anything or be a certain way. Still, I won’t stop inviting you to just slow down and be with me. Stop and rest; reflect. Listen to my voice. Know that I am with you. Know that I am for you, not against you. Know that in me you find true wisdom, guidance to light the way. I can’t promise you the road ahead won’t be filled with difficulties, but I can promise you that as you hold my hand we will get through it together and your life will be stronger for it—as well as the lives of those you know.”

Friends, my invitation to you—as we begin this new year with good intention—is to reflect on your life and your gifts in the light of love, for love never fails. Slow down and listen to the voice of love; let love be your guide.

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in the light of love

reflections by troy cady

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*Photo by Louis Hansel via Unsplash. Creative Commons License.

Friday, February 14, 2020

reflections on love


Long before I had my first conscious thought of God, he held me close to his heart, he knew me and loved me.

And this is true of you, too.

He loves us not because of what we do or don’t do, but simply because we are his creation—and he is still at work, perfecting us in love.

Nor is her love conditioned by correct thinking. God is a mystery; our finite mind can never fully comprehend her. It is indeed a mystery that we can love her with all our mind but never know all there is to know about her.

To know God is to love God and be loved by God. All we have to do is open our heart to this, though God never stops loving us, even when we resist it.

To open your heart to God’s love is to be free. In love, there is no more fear. In love, we are not ashamed. In love, we find courage and hope.

God’s love gives us a second chance when we stumble and fall. God’s love forgives when we do wrong. God’s love is patient with us.

God’s love is not harsh, but tender. Though God’s love calls us to a higher standard, God is not demanding like a taskmaster. In love, we are able to see others and ourselves through eyes that dignify. It is how God sees us. God’s love is both strong and gentle.

God is devoted to his creation. We are always under his watchful care, even when we suffer. To show his care for us in suffering, the Father sent his Son to suffer with us. Though we suffer, we are not alone; God suffers with us. In love, God weeps when we weep.

Because of love, God in Christ became acquainted with hunger and loneliness, betrayal and pain, darkness and death. Because of love, death does not have the last word. In God’s love, life prevails. The end is a beginning. Love is eternal.

If God’s love is eternal, it is also historical (for history is eternity’s pregnancy). God is even now birthing love. God’s love breaks into history—so, God’s love can break into your story, too. We are each of us every day on the brink of an outbreak of love. All we have to do is open ourselves to it, to reach out for it with the simplest prayer, the smallest bit of faith: “I need you, Lord. I want to love you, to know you, to be loved by you and to share your love with others.”

God’s love is your rebirth, a new beginning, each and every day. God’s love renews all things. This is what our world needs, what we are all crying out for. May we be renewed in love.  

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reflections on love
by troy cady
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*Photo by Priscilla Du Preez via Unsplash. Creative Commons License.

Saturday, May 25, 2019

love, play and childhood


A life of significance is not found in what you accomplish, but in who you love. This is what children teach me. Never have I met a child who wants to have an account of my importance according to my resumé. Sadly, however, I have met some children who have been trained by accomplishment-driven adults to become accomplishment-driven themselves. I can see it in their eyes: the desire to please, to be regarded as special.

Nothing is more welcome to a child than to enjoy the presence of someone who wants to be with them not because of what they can do but just because of who they are. And the same is true for any person of any age. How liberating it is to be loved by someone who asks not “What have you done?” but rather asks in a pure, non-critical way, “How are you doing? Tell me honestly. I’m listening.”

This is really why I am passionate about play. Nothing communicates value quite like it for, in play, one is really saying: “I just want to be with you. I’m not here to get something out of you or to make you prove yourself to me. Let’s just enjoy being together.” Play makes space for love.

And this is how I think of God. Play makes space for God, because God makes space for love. And this is why I see God most clearly in children, and in people of any age who are well-practiced at living as a child-at-heart.

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*Photo by Blake Barlow via Unsplash. Creative Commons license.
  

Saturday, March 9, 2019

taking off the mask



Taking Off the Mask
reflections on vulnerability
by Troy Cady


The instinct for self-preservation runs deep. I recognize it in my need for approval. It is the source of more words and actions, silences and inactions, than I care to admit.

How utterly isolating the need for approval turns out to be! Even when I express myself out of this need, what I am showing you is not my true self but the self I want you to see.

And if I think that expressing myself will deprive me of approval, I will simply content myself to just say nothing, do nothing—but hide.

Thus, my drive to preserve myself proves to be a sentence I place upon myself. I wonder how many prison cells I’ve chosen to inhabit? I wonder how many times I’ve used the freedom I’ve been given to just lock myself up?

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The deep tragedy of our society is that most of us have trained ourselves to hide behind appearances. We are driven by a self-preserving instinct. We can’t help it. It’s in our blood.

Some are driven by the need to appear good or loving. Others want to appear successful or wise. Still others want to be thought of as fun-loving and free-spirited. Power is another mask we wear; we don’t want to appear weak.  Some people even employ traits like peacefulness or loyalty as self-preserving mechanisms (thus, when change feels risky, they play it safe).

My drive happens to be fueled by the desire to be thought of as original. In other words, I want you to think I have a beautiful soul; I want you to think I’m creative; I want to be thought of as an artist. I like the recognition.

Those who know me well already know this about me. Those who are getting to know me well might say: “Ah, yes. That makes sense to me now. I can see it.”

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I am convinced that for every vulnerability we share with a trusted companion we gain a little more freedom. The problem is: we’ve all experienced the harsh reality that sometimes, when we share our true self with others, that vulnerability is betrayed. The betrayal comes in at least two forms: at worst, our trust is violated, exploited. At best, our vulnerability sometimes just drives others away.

To show another your true self is one of the most courageous things you will ever do in this life.

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Underneath every mask I wear, every word I write or speak, and every silence I keep, there resides a hungry heart, a thirsty soul, that just wants to be filled with love. To my core, I want nothing more than to know that, beyond all the games I play, there is at least one person who knows me deeply, sees me as I really am, and loves me, and loves me, and loves me.

Is there something inside me, something that is there not by my own manufacturing, but deeply, inherently present within me, that is worthy of being loved? That is the question, I feel, that haunts us. Am I worthy of being loved, seen and honored for who I truly am, flawed as I am?

It is only by this kind of love that we are truly set free and sustained in freedom.

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How deeply my life would change if I could be set free of the fear of rejection, if I could just learn to be myself and accept it.

This is the work of a lifetime, of everyone’s lifetime, because in childhood we are shaped by the approval or disapproval of those who are supposed to care for us. There exists a vulnerability in each of us whose substance is childlike. It’s a simple vulnerability; it’s the need to be loved.

Inside every adult entrusted with the care of a child there exists a child who has been deprived of love at one time or another.

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This is the essence of the good news I can’t deny, the good news that has taken my breath away, the good news I’ve sometimes forgotten, and the good news that always draws me back.

It is the good news that, no matter how inconsistently I experience this love from others and, no matter how much I struggle to see anything worthy inside myself, there is One whose love never fails. It’s God. God is love; therefore, God loves. Let it sink in. It’s the best news ever.

God loves…me.

God loves…you.

And there is nothing, absolutely nothing we can do to change that. God loves, period.

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What freedom—I am loved, you are loved. What freedom!

I don’t have to hide anymore. I can share with you who I really am. I can share my fears because I know there is a God who sees my fears and this God will never betray my trust. Even if others betray my trust, I know there is someone who loves me just as I am. I know this because God sees me just as I am and God never stops loving me.  

This acceptance is what changes me. This acceptance is patient with me as I learn to live in the light of God’s love. I’m still changing—which is to say, I’m still learning to let God’s love sink in to me deeper and deeper.

This learning is nothing short of a lifelong process of becoming more free—a perpetual, unending conversion. To be sure, this conversion starts at a certain point; each of us ultimately recognizes the question of being loved at a certain point for the first time—but once we recognize it as THE question of life, it never goes away. Every time we return to the question of love, and every time we freely receive it, we are being converted to a life of love, little by little. Love, and only love, has the power to transform us through and through, day by day.

So, the question is this: do I know this love…am I receiving it?

My appeal to you is nothing more than that you (everyone) would receive this love freely. It’s never forced on us. It’s always only offered freely. But the only way to really live in freedom is to receive it.

Drink deeply of a love that never fails. Make a foolish prayer of it. You’re loved, you’re free.

Amen.

  
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*Photo: Boy In His Own World by Clement Chai, via Unsplash. Creative Commons License.



Thursday, August 9, 2018

what is my worth?

What is my worth? We live in a culture that prizes worth and worthiness. Some stories:

Late last year and early this year, I passed through several tiers of a vetting process in applying for an executive level position for a Christian organization with more than 850 churches across North America. In January, my application process reached the stage where it was clear the selection committee was seriously considering me as a viable candidate for the post.

To be honest, I was shocked my resume even piqued their interest. My educational background was sub-par, I was relatively new to the organization (hardly anyone knows who I am in this organization) and my most recent role with them was about as low on the vocational ladder as you can get.

Nevertheless, in the interview several stages later, the key decision-maker actually said to me: “The fact that you have made it this far in the process means we can see you doing the job. Even if we don’t offer you the job, we will be calling on you so we can draw on your expertise.”

The experience was a source of both exhilaration and tension; so, to help myself remain centered, I reached out to a few trusted advisors to learn how I could present my best self to the selection committee. Significantly, each one said to me to just be myself. After all, if I try to be someone I’m not, it will end in frustration for me, for the team and for the organization as a whole.

I trusted their advice, so I decided I was going to make sure to be true to my deep-seated convictions about…the nature and value of playfulness. I have come to think of play as my “voice.”

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The paradox of play is that we don’t do it to “get something out of it” but rather we do it “just for the fun of it.” Play is wasteful.

But it is so, so valuable.

As a Christian minister, I am in the process of articulating a theology of play. I’m not the first one to try to do this, to be sure, so I’ve been reading other scholars on play and faith. One of the key components of a theology of play involves creation. The Bible opens with a portrait of a God who makes the world a good and beautiful place: light and color, sky and sea, land and plants, sun, moon and stars, animals and people.

One scholar (Jürgen Moltmann) delightfully engages this text by asking the question all children ask about it: “Why?” Why did God make all this?

And the child’s answer (which is the best answer, I do believe) is, quite simply: “Because God wanted to do it. That’s why.”

I feel this is the best answer because it reminds us that God’s happiness about creation is not dependent on what it can do for him or how he can put it to use…but rather just because it is good. In fact, many Christians often miss the fact that God does not call the creation good. He simply sees that it is good. He notices its intrinsic value, apart from its usefulness.

The implication: God loves people not by how they can be put to use but just because they are people. Everyone, no matter their level of skill or intelligence, is valuable just by…being. All life is precious.

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Recently, a friend of mine (whom I will call Derek) posted what I assume is something he learned at the Global Leadership Summit which is running today and tomorrow. The Summit is an annual conference that attracts almost half a million people in various locations around the world to learn how to be better leaders from many of the world’s top-notch leaders. To give you an idea: in the past, the Summit has hosted leaders like Bill Clinton, Melinda Gates and Patrick Lencioni.

My friend is attending this year’s Summit at a satellite location and here is what he posted: “Your core values are what make you valuable to others.”

His statement both resonated with me and repelled me. Here’s why:

His daughter (whom I will call Lisa) replied to his statement about our “value” with these words: “And also that you are my dad and you are awesome!”

In other words: “Dad, you’re not valuable because of your values—you’re valuable to me just because you’re my Dad.”

Spot on.

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What is the true worth of a person? What is it, truly, that makes someone “valuable” to another?

My experience in applying for a job confirms what my friend originally posted. Organizations tend to value those individuals who have clear values…a clear sense of “self.” Employers want employees who are self-aware; they want employees who know what their strengths and weaknesses are and individuals who bring something distinctive to the group that truly adds value.

So, yes: “Your core values are what make you valuable to others.” Be true to yourself.

But there is a limit to this. If we only value people because of their (presumably, shared) “core values,” we need to do some soul-searching as to whether our values are really very valuable, after all.

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Last night I was in Indianapolis with a small faith community called Diakonos  (meaning, Servant). I admire the people of Diakonos because they are particularly skilled at befriending folks who are homeless (and those who are vulnerable to homelessness).  In fact, when Diakonos holds their weekly meeting, they do so in a particular place so they can be close to where some of their friends without homes live.

Before the scheduled part of the evening began, I had the privilege of visiting with a young man (whom I will call Tim). Tim lives in a house-group setting now and he is on the road to recovery.

Prior to this, he lived in one of the camps in Indianapolis where homeless people gather to set up a makeshift village. While there, he was using heroin and he suffered from alcoholism. Life in the camps can be okay, he told me, if you are living with the right kind of people who know how to get along. But sometimes people show up who just want power, so they make overtures to become “mayor” or “president” of the village. Often, violence erupts in the scramble to secure power.

Tim told me that sometimes he’d get so drunk he’d wake up in the morning with blood crusted on his face and not remember who (or why) he fought the previous night. Thankfully, he said he was doing better now that he was pursuing recovery.

I asked him, “What has helped you change?” And he told me that the moment he tried to kill himself was one of the big turning points.

He felt worthless, so he tried to hang himself. He said that as soon as he made the move to do it, he instantly thought: “I don’t want to die.” But it was too late. The rope was tightening around his neck as gravity was doing its inexorable work.  

He said he doesn’t know exactly what happened because he blacked out, but when he woke up he was on the ground and it appeared the tree branch had broken.

While he was lying there some people came by and took his wallet and some other personal items—until, finally, someone called for help and he was taken to recovery.

My friend Leon visited Tim while he was recovering and Tim credits Leon with his commitment to recovery today. Leon had known Tim at that point for at least a year because Leon visited Tim in the camp when he was still using heroin and getting drunk. Tim says he remembers Leon telling him, “You’re a smart guy. Why are you doing this to yourself?”

In Leon, Tim saw unconditional love—because, in Tim, Leon saw a value beyond mere “values.”

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In my work with children I have become keenly aware that they just want to be loved, to be seen and heard and respected. Children learn surprisingly early the sting of rejection, what it feels like to not “measure up” to the expectations of others.

I have dedicated my life to Christian ministry because I am convinced there is inside all of us a yearning to be loved not because of anything we have said or done but simply because we all have intrinsic worth that can never be diminished.

In a world where we often have to “sell ourselves” to others, I experience the unconditional love of God as my saving grace—a great relief when I feel like I don’t measure up or can’t measure up.

While it is true that I do well to live by my values (to be true to how God has made me), I am thankful that my ultimate value is not dependent on my values.

Is there any greater gift we can give to someone than to value them just for who they are, just because they are?

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Last night, with Diakonos in Indianapolis, I told a story that portrayed God by several metaphors: a Gardener, a seed, a Shepherd, the bread of life and the light of the world.

When given the opportunity to respond freely to this story, Tim chose to respond by drawing a picture. He picked the image of the Good Shepherd and I feel it is little wonder he did so.



Is there any better news to someone like Tim than to know he has a Good Shepherd—than to know someone like Jesus-in-Leon came searching for him in the wilderness? Is there any better news than to know God wants you to live just because you’re valuable—just because you’re loved?

There is no better news and we really need nothing else.

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I must be honest: I am growing weary of all the talk in Christian ministries that borrows language from the business world and corporate culture that stresses a person’s value boils down to their values. I can think of little else that seems to me now so antithetical to the Gospel: God loves you just because he loves you just because he loves you—not because of any so-called “values match” with an “organization” he is (probably not) building. If the Church is to truly be the Body of Christ, it is time for us to reckon with just how counter-cultural the Gospel is. Grace is prophetic: the Good News of grace disrupts the corporate system that measures a person’s worth by their skills, experience (and values).

When the deepest cry of the human heart is to be named worthy just because every person is loved, I have to wonder why we put so much stock in mere “values-assessment”?

We can never look in the face of another human being and not see the image of God in them. That’s why God only has one measure for us: the measure of measureless love. People are not to be classified in terms of  “valuable” or “not valuable.” People are to be loved. My heart’s prayer is that we would just learn to love as God loves. Amen.


Wednesday, August 8, 2018

fear nothing

fear neither uncertainty nor exposure,
privation, malice nor slander;
fear nothing—
not even evil.

evil feeds on fear
and fear feeds on falsehood.

true Love drives out fear.
true Love is faithful and friendly;
fear fosters infidelity.
fear is fickle (thank God);
It stays only as long as it needs—
until fear’s victim has picked up
the habit of fearing
and forgotten who they are,
and Whose they are.
Be loved and love;
Love kicks the habit of fear.

fear never gives birth
to anything living;
it only preys on
what has been given life by Love,
distorting Love’s purpose,
Love’s clarity,
clouding Love’s face—
but Love’s embrace prevails.

Fear’s so-called children
are all stillborn,
maturing only
towards death and decay.
Love flourishes;
Love is life.

Love is always with you;
a gentle and gracious presence,
humble,
in whose presence
we can humbly confess
we still need to learn Love’s ways.

Love reminds you
who you are
and Whose you are.
Love is personal,
Love sees you as you are—
and loves.
Love smiles when
Love thinks of you,
sees you.
Love looks for
new sacred gifts in you,
in all that is around you.
Love invites you
to notice and know the sacred gifts
that surround, enfold
and dwell within,
gifts given by Love
to you and to all those around you.

There is no fear
when Love is perfected in us.
Fear nothing;
just let Love perfect Love’s work.

Are you still learning
not to fear—
just to be loved and love?
So am I.
But don’t fear:
Love will never stop loving
people like me
(and you?)
who sometimes fear.



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fear nothing
by troy cady


Saturday, July 26, 2014

less of me

I imagine John the Baptist had curried quite a following by the time his disciples came to him with a report that a man named Jesus was recruiting his own significant following.

They were concerned that Jesus’ ministry would render John’s obsolete.

John’s response? “He must become greater; I must become less.” (John 3:30)

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Most every morning I pause and ask the Spirit to form a prayer in me that will serve as a focus throughout the day.  I call it a “simple prayer.”

I’ve discovered that simple prayers are not always easy prayers.

Today’s prayer is no exception. It is an adaptation of John’s words above: “Lord Jesus, let there be less of me so others can know more of you.”

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I’m writing now to confess something: I didn’t want that to be my prayer today. When it popped into my head, I resisted it.

I began to rationalize the prayer. The power of twisted logic is that it usually contains a grain of truth. So, here was my thought-process:

Premise 1: We meet Jesus today through seeing his presence and work in flesh-and-blood people.
Premise 2: Faith in Jesus helps one become more one’s true self, not less.
Conclusion 1: If others are to know more of Jesus, they will see more of me, not less.
Conclusion 2: I should not pray ‘let there be less of me.’

I suppose it shouldn’t shock me, but I must say: I am stunned how quickly I form arguments to justify such brazen self-centeredness.

Thankfully, almost as quickly as I had formed the argument, I became aware of the game I was playing. And I knew that God, in his gracious gentleness, would not browbeat me into relinquishing pride. God is love and love never demands love in return. That can only be given willingly.

So, God waited silently; he made no counter-argument. There was no reply—other than the winsome invitation of his simple presence.

It’s a prayer of faith, after all. Yes, God is good and he is not out to obliterate our dignity. If the prayer he forms in us seems to tend that direction, it is because of our misinterpretation, not his meaning.

It’s a prayer made in faith. If it seems counter to logic that is because faith is God’s logic, not ours. To God, it makes perfect sense. To us, it feels a bit crazy. But, if we sit with it long enough, we discover it is a good kind of crazy.

Like love.

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When God gives a prayer it comes from the right kind of crazy called love.

That’s why letting God’s prayer form in us takes faith; it feels risky.

You have to trust God won’t leave you stranded, beaten down and humiliated.

He doesn’t.

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I’m glad Jesus taught in parables. He told several about seeds.

In front of my house is a tree. At one point, that tree was just a seed. It would not have become a tree had the seed remained.

When I tell Jesus’ parable of the mustard seed to children I point to the tree that grew from the seed and ask the children a silly question: “I wonder what happened to the seed after it grew into a tree? I wonder where it is?”

The children, no matter what age, look at me like: “Duh!”

So, we wonder some more: “I wonder if we could take this plant and put it all back into the seed again?”

“No!”

They smile and laugh.

The seed does not feel threatened. It is happy to disappear. There will be more beauty that way.

“Lord Jesus, let there be less of me so others can know more of you.”



Saturday, April 5, 2014

love and be yourself

Let love for you always be with me,
and the care of me be always with you.


Just love God. You do not need to add to the list of what you must do in this life. Love covers it all. If you fail unwittingly (you are only human), his care will be with you. He cares for those who are mistaken. We are all mistaken and he has yet to become apathetic to our need. Do not think that God’s care fails if you stumble.

Even when we are guilty of outright rebellion, his care still attends us. He cannot be anything other than caring. He is your Father. Succeed, fail or rebel, he cares. You are the apple of his eye.

It is our love that varies, never his care. So, practice loving God always.

God blesses us all with special abilities: do not become distracted by outcomes. Just do the best you can with your gift, out of simple love for him. Do not become troubled if another with a similar ability receives more reward for the same amount of labor you exert. God’s care still attends you and you can simply love him though your reward seems smaller in the world’s eyes.

In fact, simple love is its own reward. It sets one free from attachments that can only disappoint.

Do not worry about loving God the way someone else loves God. God’s care for you is to have you love him as he made you, not as he made another. Love God in your way, and give your neighbor leave to love God in their way. Don’t compare yourself to another; just love God as best you can.

We know and rely on the love God has for us. God is love.
Anyone who lives in love lives in God, and God in them.
1 John 4:16






Sunday, March 30, 2014

chosen and precious

Stop a second, just long enough to hear something good. 

First, take a few seconds to just breathe in and out. 

Familiarize yourself with the unforced rhythm of it. 

Now...hear these words as if they are being spoken to you right now.

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“You are my child, my beloved. I adopted you, chose you. You are precious to me.”

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Thus is God’s heart for you in this moment and in every moment to come. 

Remember. Spend some time with this thought. 

Make yourself at home in it.




Saturday, August 17, 2013

two words

--for Heather on our anniversary

It is a beautiful Friday morning. As I walk the dog, I pass a short, thin man with a long, full beard who smiles at me and says, “Good morning.” He is wearing all black, save for a plain white collar shirt under his blazer. Atop his head: a large, broad-brimmed hat.

And there are two other splashes of white, swinging freely just below the hem on the left and right sides of his blazer: tassels.

Almost every Friday now, I pass my friendly Jewish neighbor on this stretch of sidewalk just one street over from our home. He and his family are new to the neighborhood and I find myself looking forward to his greeting every week.

He seems joyful to me. After I pass him, I wonder if he feels especially joyful today because at sunset he will say Kiddush and begin the Sabbath.

Even though it is still early, I find myself wishing him Shabbat shalom. And as I turn that phrase over in my heart, I find myself thinking of you.

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Sunday, May 19, 2013

Christ in you, the hope of glory


The Christian is one who is “in Christ.” She or he walks in the way of Jesus. The Christian is a person who dedicates their life, all of it, to becoming more like him.

Pentecost Sunday is the day we remember that we are not simply “in Christ.” It is a day to remember that the only way I can be in Christ is to have Christ in me. And the way to have Christ in me is by the Spirit of Christ.

But we like to keep Jesus at a distance. That is our problem. As long as he doesn’t come too close and start messing with areas that actually change our living, we feel fine. This is the rub.

This paradox sets me to wondering. When God gives someone his Spirit, they never get only part of the Spirit. They get all, everything. Yet, how is it that the God who graciously gives us everything only gets part of me because I cannot stop holding something back?

How do I know I’m holding something back?

I know because the Spirit whispers a call to more faith in my heart. The need for more faith is a sign that I have more room to grow in Christlikeness. I am that “you of little faith” Jesus bespoke. Jesus, on the other hand, had great faith.

The main expressions of his faith were not when he walked on water and calmed the sea. His greatest acts of faith were when he forgave sinners like me and believed they could change. He forgave murderers and believed they could become people of peace. He forgave our infidelities while at the same time believing we could live faithfully. What faith!

Do I do the same? No, I do not. I look at those who hurt me and condemn them to playing out a destructive role indeterminately. Far from believing in change, I scarcely believe in forgiveness!

So, how is it that I have the Spirit of Christ in me but continue to live this way, failing to forgive and persisting to condemn? It is because the Spirit does not have all of me. It is because I have yet to learn that the Spirit of Christ does not condemn.  It is because I need to exercise more faith that if I love my enemy (as Jesus taught me to do) God is big enough to be my defender, should my enemy abuse the grace I offer.

Spirit of Christ, help me trust you more; help me love as Jesus does—with no reserve.