Running into Grace-Part 2

Participating in the half marathon was a real highlight for me, despite the lack of training and the extreme soreness. When I saw that there was a 5K on May 2010 for MacArthur Park I decided to sign up. For some reason as the MacArthur Park run got closer all I could remember about the half marathon was that I finished. I didn't remember the soreness, I didn't remember the promises I made to myself to train and prepare for another run. The MacArthur Park Run was an evening run. So, on that coolish Friday evening a group of people started gathering at the museum. It was a small group gathered for this run at least it seemed that way to me. But then all I had to compare it to was the Race for the Cure and the Little Rock Marathon. As Lindsay (my daughter and running buddy) and I waited to run, Jim (my husband) encouraged us. When we began the race it was fine but we'd barely made it half a mile before I started breathing hard and felt like I needed to walk instead of run. Lindsay encouraged me to keep going. But when a fat little dog and it's owner passed us I knew I was in trouble and I might as well walk a spell. We did run more but for the most part we walked that 5K, both of us feeling the lack of training. I knew then that if I was serious about running in the next half marathon or even walking in it, or if I ever intended to run in another 5K I was going to have to prepare and train. So what does all this have to do with Tripping into Grace? Everything....

Running into Grace

"Now all discipline seems painful at the time, not joyful. But later it produces the fruit of peace and righteousness for those trained by it." Hebrews 12:11

Last year before I turned 48 I made a "bucket list" of the things I wanted to do before I turned 50. One of the things on my list was to participate in a half marathon. I say participate because as much as I wanted to run I was pretty sure I would walk a good part of that 13.1 miles. March 4, 2010 was a COLD, pretty day. There were so many people in downtown Little Rock that morning and it was so exciting and a little bit frightening. But the momentum of the crowd moved me. The excitement was overwhelming! So when the race started, Lindsay and I ran. Oh, I walked too but I ran more than I should have run for someone who hadn't trained, at all. Something more than my own stamina kept me going that day...there were people praying for me, people cheering me on along the way, and the other walkers and runners around me. I felt the community. My daughter and I crossed the finish line and it was very exciting.
The soreness, however, started settling into my muscles and bones almost immediately. And two hours later I was hurting. I think I felt that race for two weeks. It's a soreness that I'm not sure I will ever forget. a soreness that was compounded because I didn't TRAIN.
And yet a few months later I thought that I could just go run a 5K with no training...
I'll finish that story in my next installment but it reminds me of how we try to go about each day without the training and discipline of prayer, trust, and seeking God's will and way...

"Now all discipline seems painful at the time, not joyful. But later it produces the fruit of peace and righteousness for those trained by it." Hebrews 12:11

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.