Thanksgiving--Thanksliving

“I will give thanks, O Lord, with my whole heart…” Psalm 138:1

After receiving a gift it is customary to say “thank you” either in a word or a gesture or a note. When we sit down to a meal we often say “grace” or a "blessing” before we eat in some traditions there is a blessing before the meal and one after it as well.
Several years ago after a busy morning of Bible study and sermon preparation, I was rushing to a meeting; when someone stopped me. This individual had come to the church wanting help. I remember thinking that I was running late and that I really couldn’t be bothered at that moment. But as the person began to tell me his story I slowed my pace. I thought about how I was able to go to meetings, teach bible studies, preach sermons, but that living a grateful life also meant helping others and sharing God’s grace with each person I encounter.
Gratitude and Thanksgiving then are ways of life, not just a day or even a season. They challenge us to see to God’s activity in the midst of our struggles and pain as well as in our joys and celebrations.
This week as we celebrate a day of thanks, I want to give you a challenge—be thankful for every day because for God’s people the season of Thanksgiving lasts all year long.
I’m so grateful for each one of you. Thank you!

Looking Back into the Future

September 20, 2010
For God alone my soul waits in silence; from God comes my salvation.
God alone is my rock and my salvation; my fortress, I shall never be shaken.
Psalm 62:1
It’s been over a month since I have written anything but that doesn’t mean I have been without grace, actually it has been anything but that. Ever day I have had moments of grace, in fact as I look back each day has been full of grace. I want to share with you one of my “trips into grace” today.
As some of you may know I have recently changed jobs. I had been serving as co-pastor or pastor of Westover Hills Presbyterian Church for the past fifteen and a half years and am now the minister in residence at Presbyterian Village Retirement Community. I have been in this position only a week. I am trying to get settled, learn names and get organized. The residents and staff have welcomed me with open arms and happy smiles. But as many of you know transitions can be challenging even in the best of times.
Today I opened one of my personal file cabinets and inside this empty cabinet was a single, small, square piece of paper. I reached in the cabinet and took out the piece of paper and on the other side I saw the familiar handwriting of Dusty Malcolm, a saint, a friend and one of the last people for whom I conducted a memorial service at Westover Hills.
Dusty used to jot down notes about the scripture he treasured and read every day. Sometimes he would bring me a question or a thought. Today I found one of his ponderings and it was as if it was a gift from heaven. The scrap of paper read,
From Psalm 62
The Presbyterian Pledge: “…(we) shall not be greatly moved”.
compare with Paul’s “saved by Grace alone”
“For thou dost requite a man according to his work.” or “For you repay all according to their work.”
Psalm 62 is a full of grace reminding us that God is our strength despite what others may say or do, “How long will you assail a person, will you batter your victim, all of you, as you would a leaning wall, a tottering fence? Their only plan is to bring down a person of prominence. They take pleasure in falsehood; they bless with their mouths, but inwardly they curse; despite the changes that life brings, Trust in him al all times, Pour out your heart before him God is a refuge for us…”; despite the economic downturns or even upturns, Put no confidence in extortion, and set no vain hopes on robbery; if riches increase, do not set your heart on them…God is our strength and salvation.”
I know that many of us are on journeys that challenge us, that make us question some of the things that we have been taught, that make us wonder about what is happening. When this happens it is awesome to trip into grace and have God speak to you through words of encouragement offered by friends.

Stumbling Into Grace

Micah 6:6-8
Acts 6:1-15
My blog is entitled “Tripping into Grace,” only as I was trying to leave Little Rock, for my journey overseas it was more like “Stumbling into Grace.” Here is one of my stories.
When I began my journey to Scotland to go to school it started at the airport in Little Rock on a flight that was “bound” to be late. The “patient” flyers waited eagerly to get to their destinations and as we waited for a plane to arrive, passengers to deplane, the ground crew to clean up, some of us began talking about where we were going.
There were people traveling to many and varied destinations. It was interesting to listen to the people talking and sharing and getting to know one another without using their names. There was a young woman who hoped to get on the flight but was on standby; a couple of sisters traveling together; an army officer in fatigues not in any hurry so considering giving his spot up and taking another flight so someone else who needed to go could; several business folks—dressed and ready for action, with computers and phones and conversations all going at one time; some who were connecting with tour groups and many others—if you’ve been on a trip before you’ve seen a similar sight.
Well, the plane finally arrived and the passengers exited, and the ground crew cleaned and then we were allowed to board. I was in the last boarding group. And when I got on the plane I realized that my seat was at the front of the plane so that I could get off quickly to connect to my next flight, but there was no place under the seat for my backpack. So, I started to look above and move down just a bit, but the flight attendant said, “It’s full, you’ll have to check that bag.” I said, “My computer and camera are in here I’d rather not have to check the bag.” “Well,” he said, “I don’t think you will find anywhere to put it.” At which point the man in the army fatigues who was five or six rows back said, “I’ll put it under my seat, I don’t have any carry on baggage.”
My first reaction was gratitude. I said, “thank you.” And handed him my bag.
Much later I got to thinking – you handed over all your stuff to a complete stranger.
But more than that I thought about hospitality—in this case hospitality was the generosity of a stranger to the point of inconveniencing himself for another.
As I pondered the words God spoke to Micah and the people–– “Do justice, love kindness and walk humbly with God”––and even as I thought about the lectionary reading from the other day from Acts 6:1-15 about the apostles’ concern for those who need to be served—I began to think about hospitality in different ways. Hospitality is an opportunity to demonstrate God’s grace, God’s justice, God’s love for another—whether we are at home or away; whether we are with friends or strangers; Hospitality is making known the generosity of grace. And that’s one of the ways I keep tripping and stumbling into grace: the hospitality of others, the giving of their talent and their skills, their time and their interest to those like me who have a particular need. No, it wasn’t a big deal, putting a bag under a plane seat, but it was, in a small way, indicative of what God calls us to do in a big way, day in and day out, all of our lives.
As you and I journey along the road of life, what can we do to help others stumble, not into danger or loss or pain, but into grace so that they will know God’s love and will be able to live more fully?
After the flight my bag was returned to me in good shape, nothing missing. But even as I carry my backpack every day with me I also carry with me the memory of the act itself, a person’s gesture of hospitality, and a willingness to do the same.

Grace in Exodus

So, this one is going to be a little different…oh what am I saying, they all have been a little different. I hope this makes sense to you. It was meaningful to me.

Look at this word— έξοδος––it is written in Greek. I realize that some of you may be able to read it but others will have no idea what the squiggly lines mean, hang in there with me. It says—exodus. When our friend, Alex picked us up at the airport we were headed down the highway and I saw a sign that said—έξοδος. And right underneath it was the word exit. I was amazed that my Greek came back to me and I could read the word exodus in Greek (before I saw the word exit) and knew that it meant to exit.

We drive many miles in our lives and we see the signs along the road–– “Little Rock 81 miles” “Napoli 124 km” “Glasgow 24 km” “Exit”. “έξοδος”. And we follow the signs.

For most of us “Exodus” is the second book of the Bible. For others we think about the significance of people moving. Many of us think of the Israelites departure from Egypt.

I looked up “έξοδος” and again was reminded of its origin as a word—ex—“out” and hodos—“way”—“έξοδος” (exodus) is a way out. I read the road sign, I knew that it meant exit, but seeing it in the Greek and the significance for people through the centuries changed my perspective on the road that day.

We have many signs that call for us to enter and to exit not only on the road but in our lives. Places where we travel. Places where God leads us.

I hear from people a great deal that they don’t feel God’s presence in their life or that they don’t feel that God is leading them except at certain times such as when they see a beautiful sunset, or they sit quietly on the beach, or when they are with friends or when they are playing music, or in the quiet of the night or when they see the moon and the stars in the sky…

Perhaps we need to stop looking so hard for God and see that God is present; God is leading us. God is present in all of those things and even more so God is present every time we take an έξοδος off the highway or move from one village to another; God is present when we climb the wrong hill looking for the hill where Paul preached to the Athenians; God is present when we set up an idol to an unknown god; God is present when we say good bye to friends and God is present when we are called from one vocation to another.

Perhaps we all look too hard for God and God is present even in all the έξοδοι (exits) and the entrances of our lives.

The Challenges of Grace

Lindsay and I climbed Mars Hill in Athens, Greece today. It is the place where Paul preached to the Athenians in the Aeropagus (it's in Acts 17). It was so hot! We were told today was going to be one of the hottest days. I really wanted to go to Mars Hill. When Lindsay took the Footsteps of Faith trip with the Presbytery of Arkansas trip three years ago she talked about how moving it was to be on top of Mars Hills and how special and spiritual it was. So we trudged through Athens, despite the fact that our hosts indicated that only tourists would go out in this heat after noontime.

We passed by the Parthenon museum on our left and the Parthenon standing high on a hill to our right. We looked at the signs and tried to find out where we were going. We got to the top of the hill that we thought was Mars Hill and a cool breeze started to blow. You could see all of Athens, the Acropolis; it was a spectacular sight. My eyes filled with tears.

Then Lindsay said it was not the right place. But nonetheless, the wind was blowing. I was so moved. So we sat and we immersed ourselves in the moment. The wind just kept blowing.

The words of the song “There is a Balm in Gilead” came to mind,

"If you cannot preach like Peter,

if cannot pray like Paul,

just tell the love of Jesus,

and say he died for all."

This is how I feel. These are the words I often pray as I step into the pulpit.

And then as the wind kept blowing, I started singing the song "Spirit"

Spirit, spirit of gentleness,

blow through the wilderness calling and free.

Spirit, spirit of restlessness

stir me from placidness wind, wind on the sea.

I told Lindsay how the word for Spirit, wind, and breath were all essentially the same word in Greek and Hebrew. We continued to absorb the moment, we took some pictures (with her camera because surprisingly I left my camera at house). Then we climbed down that hill and went out into the street and into the place where we thought we could find Mars Hill.

We didn't take the path but instead we decided to climb over the rocks. For whatever reason we were led to the other hill first and saw amazing sights and felt the cool, refreshing breeze and were essentially alone—alone and yet not alone.

And then we were led to climb the tougher path, we went on the "road less traveled" and we found ourselves in the place where Paul preached. We sat for a moment there too. We felt the wind still blowing and God's Spirit still calling, still challenging, still pushing us on.

There are times when I have felt God’s presence deeply, but today when we climbed the wrong hill and then we finally made our way to Mars Hills I felt the fresh breath of God. It moved me to tears. I felt the love of God, I felt the peace of God, and I felt the difficult challenges of God not just for me but for communities of faith, for those who have lost their way, and for our world—it gave me comfort and strength.

Tangents of Grace

I ended the last blog with more than a dangling participle. My writer friends (including my husband) will probably say I have gone off on a tangent. But really, life in community is all about the struggles of dealing with these sorts of things isn’t it––Tangents, forgiveness, looking at things from new angles?

When I left for Scotland and then Europe, I was headed off on an adventure. I was seeking “visions for the future” and I found myself much like the White Rabbit in Alice’s Adventures––LATE and worse because my “stuff” was somewhere else.

Our friends, Mary and Henry Doig from East Kilbride, Scotland were just a phone call away and came to Glasgow to pick me up and take me to Dunblane. It wasn’t an easy trip for them but they did it, happily and we had a nice visit because of this “misadventure” or complication. And like I said at the end of the last blog entry I had to look at things differently. What could have been terrible and started my trip as awful, was instead an opportunity to trip into grace.

I connected with friends from long ago; I was graciously welcomed by new friends that I met; I knew that a community of faith back home was praying for and with me; my friends and family elsewhere were praying for me and checking on me.

It was the community working in a different way and in a variety of ways. I was very blessed at every turn, every place I went with this kind of community from the past, present, as well as new communities forming—that displayed an “ethic” of taking care of the other, showing compassion and kindness, challenging and listening.

I was taken back to that first day of the summer school when Kevin Franz spoke to us about hospitality and his vision for the future when he said, “one of the tests of a community is how welcoming it is to the ‘other’”. And he went on to say, “a vision of the future is perhaps for communities to be a place of safety and security where we can learn and listen to those who seem to be the weakest and then to hear what they alone can tell us.” There are times when we are weak in a community and there are times when we are strong in a community. We must learn to listen and be present for and with one another.

It reminded me of Paul’s relationships to and with the churches he helped to form and with which he had relationships. There was always supposed to be give and take, always to be a praying with and for one another, always a mutual concern for the well-being of one another from the greatest to the least, and a responsibility to and for one another.

I think that is the beginning of community. Just the beginning…For Paul also talks about love…

Strangers becoming community

I left for Scotland and Europe over two weeks ago to attend a theological summer school. The school was held at the Scottish Churches House, an ecumenical community in Dunblane, Scotland. The theme of the summer school was “Visions for the Future”. Much of what I feel I learned was another lesson about community.

The group I lived and worked and studied with for two weeks was from fourteen different countries, as many varied denominations, and an age span from 19 to 69 (+?). There were 25 of us altogether with others joining in from time to time––strangers living in community.

I arrived late. My flight from Little Rock was delayed, which meant that I missed my connection in Memphis. When I did arrive in Scotland my suitcase didn’t. But I was greeted with concern, compassion, and warm hospitality. People began to take notice of me. They were expecting me. They asked if they could loan me clothes, toiletries, anything that I might need, to make me comfortable until my own things arrived. Each person was treated with the same care and the same concern.

I know that my own community of faith is asked might say that my favorite passage of scripture is Jesus’ command to his disciples to love one another. It is one of my favorites. Jesus declares that this is how the world will know who Jesus is if his disciples love one another.

So, as I approached this “strange” international community, preparing to talk about “visions for the future” I was challenged and at a disadvantaged. I was late (something I hate to be though I know that I am all too often) and I was stripped bare because I didn’t have any of my “things”

It was an interesting position to be in and one that helped me look at things differently, to begin to turn things around. That’s what Jesus told those who asked him about forgiveness. Jesus challenges us to give more than expected and do things differently than we want to do them. Turn things around. That’s not human nature. But it is God’s nature. God is always challenging us to look at things differently, to view things from a different angle, to get a different vision of God’s future.

And it is in community…

Thankful

Dear Friends,

I want to write a note of thanks. My two weeks in Scotland was amazing. I know that I need to write and share information with you about what I have learned and I will do that. I was so busy during that two weeks learning and sharing with others that I didn't get posted what I wanted to get posted. And the internet was not as reliable as what I am used to. (I think God may have been teaching me a little bit of patience, perhaps God will keep working on that one).

I want to thank my family. They were very generous in allowing me the time away. The Sunday before I left I taught a Sunday school class on a character in the Bible and I chose Barnabas. He is called the Son of encouragement. I believe that my husband has encouraged me as have my children, my parents, and my in-laws to go after my dreams, to seek God's call in my life, to push the boundaries. Thank you all for encouraging me always and for the generosity in letting me go.

I want to thank Westover Hills Presbyterian Church. You too were very generous and gracious in allowing me my study leave. Presbyterians have always claimed to value an educated clergy. You walked with me the journey of my doctoral studies. My education allowance has always been a generous gift. I am grateful for this time of renewal and growth.

There were others without who's help I would not have been able to make this trip. Thank you. And I want to thank the Rubios, our friends Lello and Marilia and Alex and his family for hosting us.

I met 25 new friends from 14 different countries, a myriad of different denominations, a wide range of ages. We came together for two weeks, we worshiped, ate, played, worked, and talked together about visions for the future. And we decided that there is hope and with God all things are possible.

Traveling Faith’s Journey

On Sunday night we sang a hymn at the evening’s opening which helped to supply the title for the blog I wrote for this day. I’m several days behind posting which frustrates me and I never know whether to catch up or to just keep moving on. So, I think I will just keep moving on and if there are stories and anecdotes that fit in then I will add them in at appropriate times. Sunday was a busy day and it proved to be what each day was going to be like. We had guests coming and going from the house most of the day; we got a tour of where we are staying and the surrounding area, it was quite nice. Then a large company of guest came in for a wonderful organ concert in Dunblane Cathedral, followed by evening service, dinner and coffee with all of our guests. This is where I got to meet Ian Fraser (a former warden of Scottish Churches House). I have read books through the years by Ian Fraser and now I finally got to meet him. It was delightful.

Kevin Franz the chaplain at the Gartnaval Royal Hospital in Glasgow gave a lecture entitled “A new vessel coming to land”. He talked about how one of the tests of a community is how welcoming it is to the “other”. And that “a vision of the future is perhaps for communities to be a place of safety and security where we can learn and listen to those who seem to be the weakest and then to hear what they alone can tell us.” It reminded me of what Jesus said, “When you do it to the least of these you do it to me.” It also reminded me of how the prophets spoke of justice and mercy for the least in our society. I wonder what would happen if our leaders began looking at the needs of those among us who have no voice?

Listen to the words from Edwin Muir’s Autobiography (paraphrased somewhat), “We receive more than we can ever give…we receive it from the past, from which we draw with every breath, from the Source of mystery itself by the means which religious people call grace.”

The song that I talked about at the beginning is one written by John Bell and Graham Maule and it is entitled Jesus Christ is waiting. Each verse is provocative and challenging “Jesus Christ is waiting, waiting in the streets; Jesus Christ is angry, raging in the streets, where injustice spirals; Jesus Christ is healing, Listen, Lord Jesus, I have pity too; let my care be active, healing, just like you; Jesus Christ is dancing…where each sign of hatred, he, with love defeats, let me dance with you. And finally the last verse:

Jesus Christ is calling,

calling in the streets,

‘Who will join my journey?

I will guide their feet.’

Listen, Lord Jesus,

let my fears be few;

walk one step before me,

I will follow you.

I am constantly confronted with the realization that I receive more than I can ever give! I awake realizing that God is calling, despite my fears and insecurities and that I am called to join God’s journey (even though I often want God to follow me); however, I am called to follow Christ and let the Spirit guide me.

God’s blessings to each one of you, who have written me, called me, sent me a message, and prayed for me. I am praying for you as well.

...into grace

While bumping along the Scottish countryside in a 'wee' bus I decided to attempt to update this blog. I have several others written or sketched out but am having difficulty with Internet connectiions and time.

The Scottish countryside is vibrant and lush and green. The flowers are beautiful. We are headed to St. Andrews and the sea today to learn more and grow more about what it means to receive God's grace and live that out in community.

The bus is making it's way up the twists and turns of hills on narrow Scottis roads and it reminds me that God's call to us is on a journey, but a journey that God has traveled, and travels with us but more than that gives us companions to travel with--those of ancient days who's stories we share, those who we meet along the way and those for whom we have not yet met.

I am immersed in what I am experincing--the wonder of different cultures, the rapid, staccato of people speaking languages I do not understand, the joy of sharing God's word in community, the wonder of communicating across cultural, language, racial, denominational differences and being able to share, being able to have faithful conversations.

But I am also missing my family and friends back home. When I was a baby my father was gone a month for a trip around the world. This was at a time when instant communication was not possible. While I get frustrated that I cannot communicate as often and as quickly to everyone...this time away is helping me to think about how we can communicate better with one another.

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stumbling into grace

Sometimes we don't walk into walk or even trip into grace but rather we stumble into grace...that was me these past couple of days. As I prepared to depart Little Rock for my adventures abroad I heard from many wishing me well. I got to celebrate my daughter Lindsay's 20th birthday. I got to drive out to ferncliff camp and say goodbye to my son William. All of these are moments of grace. My flight out of Little Rock was delayed. It was apparent to many of us that all those connecting flights were going to be null and void. I couldnt get my carry on anywhere in the overhead and since I was in the front seat there was nowhere to put it underneath; a military officer saw my situation and offered to put my bag at his feet and his bag overhead. I stumbled into grace. I got to meet lots of people yesterday some were nice some were a little grouchy but they were trying to do their job which isn't always easy when people are yelling at you and the expectations are high. I stumbled into grace from the moment I awoke realizing that my daughter was now 20 years old, I have a wide variety of friends who care deeply for me, and I met someone who reminded me that there is still kindness and generosity to strangers out in this world. So here's to all of you that I had contact with yesterday whether family, friend, or stranger-- thank you for helping me stumble into grace!

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"Time Keeps on Slippin,"

How in the world did it get to be June 23? I know it is because of the heat index! I know it is because William is at camp and I haven't seen him in two weeks! I know it is because Lindsay will turn 20 tomorrow! But I can't believe that this trip that I have been hoping and dreaming about for almost six months happens tomorrow.

I have to print flight information, pack, go to the store and get those last minute items that you thought were on the shelf that lo and behold aren't there (who used the last toothbrush? and where is my travel towel?) And then there is the packing for the climate in Scotland 50-60 degree weather (Mind you I'm not complaining, bragging a bit, but not complaining) and then the climate for Italy, Turkey and Greece which is a little more comparable to here. Solution? One bag going to Scotland. Lindsay will bring our clothes for the rest of the trip. We'll mail the Scotland clothes back from Germany.

I'm so excited to be able to share this trip with so many of you! There may be some days where all you will see are pictures…you know what they say, "…a picture paints a thousand words…"

Well, time keeps slippin into the future so I better get busy on my list for today…if I don't get to see you before I leave…hugs, kisses, blessings!

I leave in two days for a great adventure. I should be ready by now but I'm not quite ready to go. My sister sent me a note this morning which I want to share: You know what Dad always says, and I believe it, "God will give me the strength I need to do God's work" Of course that is biblical in Philippians 4:13. Just know we love you and have you and your work in our prayers. I replied Dad is right. And Paul was right when he wrote those words to the Phiippians. God is very good to give us the strength we need. Sometimes we just don't honor God's strength and we try to do things on our own. And sometimes we don't realize God's path and we take our own path and we get lost. And sometimes we listen to our own or other voices and miss God's still small voice as God whispers the divine loving instructions. And sometimes in the shadows we forget that God's light overcomes the darkness. That's what I have been working on this week to remember as I prepare to continue to trip into God's grace.