Small Signs of God - Day 22 The Innkeeper

 

Small Signs of God - The Innkeeper #22

"Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me." (Revelation 3:20)

We were traveling in Maine and it was late and we were tired and hungry. When the innkeeper opened the door, I knew it was where I wanted my family to spend the night.  It was clean and inviting and  good smells were coming from the kitchen. 

But the innkeeper said, "I'm sorry, we are full tonight."

 She must have seen my disappointment. As we turned away, she called, "Wait, I do have one room that might work. Your children are small and it is late."  We accepted quickly, thinking we could all sleep on the floor if we could just have a little space for the night.  She said to go get dinner and when we returned the room would be ready.

Pleased at our good fortune, we returned to find a "room for two that sleeps five." It was a sight for tired eyes. It was basic with one bed. But on the floor were three small "beds" that had been created out of cushions, pillows and quilts.  The sheets were folded back, holding small stuffed animals waiting for three sleepy new friends.

The innkeeper in the Nativity often gets looked down upon, but there was something in his heart that made him stop and reconsider. Maybe he saw the tired weary couple and was moved to help. Those were common people and that was the way babies were born in Bethlehem. 

Surely there was a spot for Jesus. 

Basic warmth and safety could set the stage for surprise visits of angels singing and stars dancing.

This Advent, I wonder what kind of innkeeper I am. Can I find room for others? Or will I turn them away? Can I be creative in "making do" when I don't have enough beds, enough time, enough money, enough energy or patience? Can I go beyond the basics of warmth and shelter to offer pure hospitality and love with a few dancing stars as a perk?

Jesus is looking for hearts that will open the door to make room for him this Christmas.

 Like Joseph, He must be so weary of knocking on hard-to-open doors, 

just hoping this year, there might be a small place for him to rest his head.

 Would it be in your heart? 

Do you hear Him knocking? 

What will you say?

Everlasting Father,

 Yes, there is room this Advent. Enter my heart and I, too, will hear angels sing.

Small Signs of God - Day 21 Valleys and Mountains

 

 Day 21 - Valleys and Mountains

 ⁴ As it is written in the book of the words of Isaiah the prophet:

  “A voice of one calling in the wilderness,
      ‘Prepare the way for the Lord,
   make straight paths for him.
⁵ Every valley shall be filled in,
   every mountain and hill made low.
The crooked roads shall become straight,
   the rough ways smooth.
⁶ And all people will see God’s salvation. ( Luke 3:4-6.)

 The meltdown came.

 I thought I had done everything so perfect this Advent. I had slowed down and made time for true worship. I had kept my home modestly adorned and in order. I had given to the poor and served the needy. I had baked the family favorites, seen the people I love and filled the birdfeeders with a Christmas blend.  And yet, hot tears came streaming down my face at the kitchen sink - somewhere between blending the pate and mixing the fruitcake.  I couldn't identify their source. 

Was it brokenness or was it sheer Christmas joy?

My husband suggested I think in terms of an investment article he had read earlier about  Aristotle (my husband reads Aristotle?) and his ancient theory of The Golden Mean. The Golden Mean is defined as " the desirable middle between two extremes, one of deficiency and the other of excess."

My Advent focus took me from Aristotle directly to Jesus who came right in the middle of the history of time. The world had been deficient, struggling, looking for the One who would set the world straight. 

And that night, 2000 years ago, God's "Golden Mean" arrived. And since He came, that same world paused and wondered for a night, and since has gone on looking, unsatisfied and excessive.

I ask you - how deep are your valleys this Christmas? 

My valleys are deep. But my mountains are just as high. 

My life spills over with the fullness of life - 

gathering and giving, 

embracing and letting go.

 It is what Solomon talks about in Ecclesiastes. A time for everything. 

And then, one day...one day it will all be straightened and made smooth.

 

Great God who sets my world straight, I rest in your promises . Help me to prepare the way....

 

Small Signs of God - Day 20 Angels

 

Small Signs of God -Day 20   

                                                                            Angels

Pondering the scriptures during this fourth week of Advent, there is much thought given to angels and dreams. 

Joseph in his dream was instructed to take Mary as his wife. He was told to not be afraid. 

Mary was visited by the angel and told to not be afraid.

The shepherds were advised by an angel to not be afraid. 

We see a pattern of angels showing up at times where there was what the Bible teacher Henry Blackaby calls a “crisis of belief” or a turning point in someone’s life. It’s a time when one must make a choice as to how they will move forward. 

In these Advent cases, it was an invitation to trust in the announcement of the Messiah.

It’s not every day we are greeting by an angel, but looking back to Advent  2007, I now believe I had one of those angel visits in a dream. And I wrote:

'I am waking in the night, not from worry, but from dreams and songs I learned as a child. One night I woke to these words, “Jesus doeth all things well.”  I wasn’t sure about the song, but I knew the tune and the next morning I went to the hymnal and found these words:

All the way my Savior leads me; What have I to ask beside?

Can I doubt His tender mercy, who through life has been my Guide?

Heavenly peace, divinest comfort, Here by faith in Him to dwell!

For I know, what ever befalls me, Jesus doeth all things well.

The conversation in my dream went something like me saying, “I cannot watch my daughter die.”  And some other voice said, “ You can do this.  Do not let temptation or self-pity get in your way and do not be afraid.” There it was. “Do not be afraid.” 

"Befall" means to come up against tragedy or a crucial point in your life. A turning point, if you will. But the song in the dream said my savior leads me and does all things well. I suppose it is what Joseph and Mary relied on. It would have to be enough for me.

2 Corinthians 5:7 says, “We walk by faith, not by sight.”  When we can see clearly, it is not faith, but reasoning of our mind.  I have learned to rely less on reasoning and to trust my conversations in the wee hours, relying on my  faith to see me through.

Jesus does “doeth” all things well – he comes to us again this Christmas as Immanuel – God with us - in the middle of the night, during the day through our family and friends, and before our eyes each and every minute." 

Two years later in Rome I would take a picture of each angel on the Bridge of Angels (Ponte Sant'Angelo) that spans the Tiber River. Just a few steps away from St. Peter's Basilica, the bridge reflects the psychological shift from secular to sacred that occurs when pilgrims crossed from the busy streets of Rome over to the the Vatican. The Angel with the Cross's inscription reads: "Cuius principatus super humerum eius," or, "Dominion rests on his shoulders." (Isaiah 9:6) However, just a few verses before this, the prophet announced that "a child is born to us, a son is given us."

Wonderful Counselor, who carries  the cross for me this Advent, guide me on the bridge from secular to sacred.

Small Signs of God - Day 19 Letters

 

   Letters - Day 19    Someone said I became a writer the year I wrote my Christmas letter and described the blue lights high on a snowy hill on our farm in Kentucky. That was a hard year. My mother had died and I was missing her Christmas traditions that I  try to keep going in my own home. I was sad and nostalgic, letting my heart travel to new places of grief, unfamiliar places of great loss. A new depth entered my realm of thinking. I learned I could embrace the pain and in embracing it, something transformational happened.  When I decided to share my sadness and loneliness with others through writing, it became a fragrance for others to receive. Little did I know I was being prepared for other events that would challenge my heart to depths of loss I never thought possible. Gifts come in mysterious ways.

And I ask you this Christmas:

 Have your life events moved you in a direction of transformation? 

Oh, I love hearing about your travels, grandchildren and accomplishments, but I wonder more about your deeper thoughts and how you love your family and friends. 

Today, just a few days before Christmas, why not write your own Christmas letter. Sometimes we can put words on paper that come from some deeper place. Sometimes it is written to personally identify thoughts and feelings. Trust me, I have written many words that are read by only one person. Me.

Tell me how the Pandemic years changed you, changed your family.

Tell me how you felt when you lost your job or learned to work differently.

 Tell me your response when you were told there were no more treatment options.

 Tell me how you long for your son or daughter to return. 

You see, what happens to most of us is this: when the hard days come - and they will -  we want to shut down, retreat, worry and refuse to share our hurts. Pride closes the door to transformation while others who are hurting wait for your story. There is always someone who needs to smell the fragrance of human life by simply

 sharing a memory, 

            remembering a special time, 

                        talking over a concern or maybe the hardest of all, 

                                        just sitting with someone and being silent together.

May these days of our coming Jesus explode in wonder and grace as you ponder his gift.

 May you find hope and transformation when you think there is none,

                                                                     peace when you feel unsettled,

                                                                                     and love always abounding. 

Jesus, Savior of the world, Teach us to share the excitement of Christ in our lives, sharing your message of hope and healing.  Let us rejoice with laughter like children anticipating Christmas morning. Amen

                                                                                                  

Small Signs of God - Day 18 Seven Days

  7 Days Till Christmas  -  Day 18

Seven days until Christmas. The days are full of good things and well wishes as we make our final Advent steps to Christmas Day. Like you, I have my final list of things to do. It will be enough. 

It's not so big when I think about what God did in seven days:

Monday - Light 

Tuesday -  Sky and water

Wednesday - Land, seas, vegetation

Thursday - Sun, moon and star

Friday - Fish and Birds

Saturday - Animals; man and woman

Sunday - God rested and declared all that he had made to be very good. 

Not only the gift of creation, but throughout time God has given gifts to us and His world. Anne Weems in her poem ,"Gifts from God" reminds me of these additional gifts: a garden, knowledge, things, rainbows, manna, prophets, children and then the ultimate gift of love in the form of Jesus.

Talk about a lavish gift giver! My little wrapped gifts can't begin to compare - unless they are wrapped in the same love that has been shown to me from Heaven above and given unconditionally. When this, my final Advent week is over, I too, want to declare that all I had done this week was very good.

"There are some that don' t open their eyes

 or their ears or their hearts

and they still say, that's not quite enough.

They wander through the stores looking for Christmas.

But others open their whole being to the Lord, bending their knees to praise God.

carrying Christmas with them every day.

For these the whole world is a gift!"   ( Anne Weems, Kneeling in Bethlehem, pg.70)

Great Giver of Gifts,I want to be among the ones who bend their knees to you. I want to carry Christmas with me every day.

Small Signs of God - Day 17 A Slower Time

 

Not so fast, Christmas! 

 Day 17

The quiet of the morning calls me to read one more devotional and savor a little more coffee. We find ourselves finishing up our Christmas traditions in preparation for Christmas Eve and Day. 

I find myself looking into my new January calendar, entering dates for The New Year. 

But wait — I want Christmas to linger. 

This peaceful watching and waiting and writing have done what Advent is supposed to do. 

Slow me down.

 And when I go on “Advent time” it suddenly fills me with quiet joy and wonder.  I want this time to stand still and just behold this wonder…this experience of quiet waiting. And I must ask myself if I can enter this home stretch to Christmas Day quietly and just be in Advent - one with God.

 Maybe it is why we love the sheep so much in the Nativity. They don't have a speaking or acting role. They just come, watch and wait for their shepherd to guide them, feed them and care for them. When I was young I got to hold a baby lamb in my arms and feed it from a bottle. The mother had rejected the lamb and it would have died had my father not known what to do. My sister and I got to care for that helpless lamb and it grew and became a pet that we nurtured and cared for and loved with all our hearts. Hearts that broke when "Lamby" grew up and left us.

Could it be that Jesus, the Good Shepherd, thinks of us as his pet? Has He nurtured us this Advent as we have waited and watched for his coming? 

Dependent?     Helpless?      Needy? 

Has he cared and loved us with his heart so much that he has entered  our own hearts and we are one?

 If we can answer "yes" then we have the greatest gift of Christmas.

As a child I learned a simple song:

Into My Heart, Into My Heart, Come into my heart Lord Jesus.

Come in today, Come in to stay, Come into my heart, Lord Jesus.

 Faithful Shepherd,

You watch over me and you stay by my side.

I have everything I need. Slow me down and linger in my heart.

Small Signs of God - Day 16 A Twinkling Star

 

Small Signs of God - Day 16

 A Twinkling Star

"We have seen his star in the east and have come to worship him." (Matthew 2:2)

Something draws me to gaze at the night sky. One night there was an opening in the clouds with  one very bright star twinkling down. In my quick and limited research, I concluded that it could be Vega, the brightest star in the Lyra constellation.  Lyra, according to Greek mythology, is associated with the myth of Orpheus, the musician whose music was so sweet that Zeus  placed Orpheus and his harp in the night sky. Lyra has been known as Kind David's harp. But did you know it is also known as the Manger of the Infant Savior? 

Looking into the night sky is a discipline I learned during a time when nothing made sense in my life. I would go outside during the night and feel the darkness suffocating me. As I struggled for breath, I would turn from the darkness and look up. Tears would fill my eyes. Strength would flood my soul.  Courage would  pump into my depleted heart. As I looked up, grace came down and filled me until the next night when I would return, depleted and needy, to be refilled.

To look up and "see" the Christmas star or the Manger of the Infant Savior shining down - oh, not shining, but dancing and twinkling, strong and pure, fixed and secure in all of time and space - well, tears are most fitting. Tears of joy. Tears of gratitude. Tears of awe and wonder.

I love the way one pastor talks about star-gazing:

The Star leads to God.

                Only those who look, see.

                                Only those who follow, find.

                                                Not every one follows.

                                                                Those who follow, always find.

Jesus, You who are the Bright Morning Star,

                when I look I see you,

                      when I follow, I find you and I worship you. 

Small Signs of God - Day 15

 

Small Signs of God -  Day 15 

Gifts

 James 1:17 says "Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows."

    A few years ago we were doing some Christmas shopping and got stuck in a traffic jam. Waiting to move forward, my husband looked to me and said, "And what about you? What would you like for a Christmas gift this year?"

    I extended my hand to his nose to see what he thought about the new perfume I had sampled in the store.  He liked it. Then I suggested maybe a bird feeder or some gardening clippers.  He nodded. Or a new sauce pan. He perked up. I couldn't get very enthusiastic about wanting anything that year and then the traffic moved and thankfully, we, too, moved on in our exchange of ideas.

Silently, I pondered the question: what do I want? Oh, I can always give out a list of material things. I can find pleasure in the material world. But it never satisfies me. My daughter witnessed this short satisfaction experience in the store where she used to work. People frantic to get just the right one -you know, the latest version that just came out in the catalog. But a new style or version arrives every two weeks. And we just keep on buying. We keep on  fixing ourselves temporarily with the temporary.  It's like the perfume that smells so good and then fades away.

The real list lies somewhere down in my heart and  it wants to cry out, 

"I want the pandemic to be really over. I want politicians to fall in love with Jesus and get things in order. I want racial strife to stop and hatred go away. I want to not be afraid.  I want a broken life to mend. I want a family together.  I want my heart to feel strong. I want no more cancer for Emsley and Shirley and Jack and Diane and Ed and Mary Claire. I want a miracle for little Josie and 2-year-old Maggie. And I want peace.... and let it begin with me."

But wait. It is  two weeks until Christmas and I have already received the best gift . It's Jesus. 

He is the one who can take my heart's list and check off each one to perfection. My job is to keep receiving His wondrous gift of love and mercy and grace. The gift of Jesus who came 2000 years ago is a sweet perfume that never fades or changes. His gift is perfection and wonder, calm and bright.

    Once again, Dear Lord, as we move through this season of the Christian year called Advent, we turn to you, the One who came and is among us, walking beside us, cheering us on, picking  p the pieces, calming hearts -today, I open my heart to make a way for your     Light to shine in my home, my neighborhood, and 

                                    Your World                                   .

Small Signs of Advent - Lost Sheep

 

Day 14 Lost Sheep

It happens every Advent.

 I begin peaceful and calm, resting in the start of the season of joy and peace. 

I pace myself. 

Then I look at the calendar and realize the time is passing and I still have much to do. A few presents to purchase.  Cookies to bake. Letters to write.  I begin to lose my joy and like sheep, I wander off.

Even in worship,  I still have things to do.

 Things to think about more deeply. 

Things to ponder over and over in my heart.

I turn to Isaiah 53. It is about the serious role Jesus would play in our lives. There is nothing about silent nights or peace or beauty or calm; instead Isaiah points to the future about an unattractive man who people will despise. Isaiah writes about people who will hate so much they will kill the man and sell his clothes.  Even friends will desert him. Isaiah brings it closer to home and points to the reader and says that all of us, like stupid sheep, wander off and this man - this Jesus -  will be the one who will take our wanderings and stupidity, forgive us and perfect us.

Hard things to think about at Christmas time. 

We'd rather bake fruitcake and wrap presents than consider the cost of Christmas in God's economy.

 And yet He came. 

He took thirty years from His reign in Heaven and humbled himself to be Jesus, the one who would love perfectly. The one who would offer his life so you and I might live forever. He comes today as the good shepherd looking for his lost sheep.

I remember the music of Handel's Messiah proclaiming the very words:

"And He shall feed his flock like a shepherd; and He shall gather the lambs with His arms, and carry them in His bosom and gently lead those that are with young." (Isaiah 40:11)

Great Shepherd,

You have experienced more than I can comprehend,

and here you are this Christmas - feeding me, gathering me, carrying me.

Lead on,  Gentle Shepherd.

 

Small Signs of God #13 The Rose

It's a mystery to me how a rose bush can die back in the winter and look like it will never ever live again. Then, quietly, a little shoot springs from the dead wood. Then a stalk forms and sends out a perfectly shaped bloom. It is a gift and a mystery and a small sign of Advent.

I could never explain the words to this haunting carol, but the powerful poetic image of a flower, particularly a beautiful rose, sprouting in the winter captures my imagination.

 And who is Jesse?  Jesse was the much less famous father of King David. Isaiah said that a tender shoot would rise up. But it would take 600 years of the royal authority lying dormant, then out of the dead stump comes new life, the tender stem in the form of Jesus, the rose.

Lo, how a rose e'er blooming,
From tender stem hath sprung.
Of Jesse's lineage coming,
As men of old have sung;
It came, a flow'ret bright,
Amid the cold of winter,
When half spent was the night.

The Rose which I am singing,
Whereof Isaiah said,
Is from its sweet root springing
In Mary, purest Maid;
Through God's great love and might
The Blessed Babe she bare us
In a cold, cold winter's night.

The floweret, so small
That smells so sweet to us
With its clear light
Dispels the darkness.
True man and true God!
He helps us from all trouble,
Saves us from sin and death.

Read that third verse again.  Jesus, the clear light dispels the darkness. Remember, things had been dark for 600 years. And then a true man and true God  helps us from all trouble and saves us from sin and death.

Bright Christmas Rose, bloom in my heart with sweet fragrance for all.

Small Signs of God - The Train's Whistle

 

Small Signs of God #12 

The Train's Whistle

I've been listening for it - the early morning whistle of the train in the distance. If the wind is just right and I am very still to listen, I can hear the faint " woo-woo" above the rumbling on the tracks. Faint, nostalgic, mysterious, but on schedule and moving through to its destination.

In 1963, Curtis Mayfield wrote the song "People Get Ready" after the March on Washington. Forty years later in an interview he said the song was a subconscious product of "the preachings of my grandmothers and most ministers when they reflect from the Bible." http://www.npr.org/news/specials/march40th/people.html

Those reflections are still happening. And they are still coming from the Bible. Those reflections transcend all barriers and welcome a world to "get on board." The whistle of a train announces its arrival like John in scripture, who announced the arrival of Jesus.  Do you hear the Advent whistle calling? Do you hear the sounds of Christmas coming? Or maybe you prefer the rumblings on the tracks of this world? All you need is faith and you will hear.

"People get ready, there's a train a comin'
You don't need no baggage, you just get on board
All you need is faith to hear the diesels hummin'
Don't need no ticket, you just thank the Lord

People get ready for the train to Jordan
It's picking up passengers from coast to coast
Faith is the key, open the doors and board 'em
There's hope for all among those loved the most.

There ain't no room for the hopeless sinner
Who would hurt all mankind just to save his own
Have pity on those whose chances grow thinner
For there's no hiding place against the Kingdom's throne

So people get ready, there's a train a comin'
You don't need no baggage, you just get on board
All you need is faith to hear the diesels hummin'
Don't need no ticket, you just thank the Lord"

Great Conductor of the Universe,

                               as you come on your schedule,

                                                                               I wait and I listen to give you my ticket of thanks.

Small Signs of God - Day 11

Day 11 - The Visitor

I regretted being away from home when the call came. My daughter called laughing, "There's a bird in our house. What do I do?" After instructions were given for shooing the feathered friend back to his habitat, I called back a few minutes later to check the status and inquired, "What kind of bird was it?"  She said, "It was a cardinal, Mom." Stunned, I hung up the phone. Stunned and pleased that this shy, quiet red bird came close enough to my door to enter, sit on the arm of my sofa, circle the room and exit gracefully.

For sixteen months I  observed the movement of cardinals. I watched the rhythm of life outside my window move through the seasons while inside life stood still. Always, there would be a cardinal to cheer me, to offer solace and hope. Each time they would visit a tree branch or the feeder, some message would come forth and I would write my thoughts:

November 2007

There is a canvas outside our living room window that Fall has painted. The river birch leaves are the color of mustard and closer to the window a holly loaded with red berries. As Megan and I view our “painting” it comes to life with a bright red cardinal, working among the berries in the holly tree. I wish I knew more about birds, but I do know that the cardinal spends the winters here in Atlanta. Yesterday, there must have been 1000 birds overhead, fleeing for the winter. Other birds, like robins, sort of stay around, but hide themselves. I always felt bad for the robin, remembering the child’s verse, “The North Wind will blow, and we shall have snow, and what will the Robin do then – poor thing? He’ll sit in the barn, to keep himself warm, and hide his head under his wing – poor thing!”

Could the winter habits of birds be teaching me something about suffering?  Warren Wiersbe says that in suffering we tend to fall into three categories of coping. We can escape – flee when the cold winds come. We can endure – hide ourselves under our wings – poor things! Or we can enlist – find an evergreen loaded with nourishment to shelter us from the storm. We, unlike birds, have a choice.

I will choose the cardinal this winter. Escaping is out of the question, enduring is drudgery, but enlisting is taking the winter on, finding the bright, red berries in the cold, singing when the wind blows cold, and trusting that Spring will certainly come. I am not surprised at wonderful and amazing God – He not only gives the wintering cardinal the instinct to nest in the protected denseness of the holly, but also provides food right outside the door of his nest and places it all for us to view. How much more does he provide for us? As the song says, “His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me."

For a cardinal to actually come into my house was, for me, a visit out of the ordinary. Maybe you have had such a visit. Others had those visits. Isaiah was visited by God's counsel 700 years before the birth of Jesus. He must have been so profoundly moved by his vision he wrote in Isaiah 9:6, "For a child has been born for us." Mary, Joseph, the shepherds, and wise men all had visits out of the ordinary. But the smallest visit to earth was Jesus himself - a tiny, out-of-the-ordinary child who came for us. And He still calls us today, saying, "Listen! I am standing at the door, knocking; if you hear my voice and open the door, I will come in to you and eat with you, and you with me." Revelation 3:20

I open my door today with hope - even in the cold - and invite Him in.

Advent - Small Signs of God "Faces In The Cold"

 

Day 8 -  Faces in the Cold

I missed my exit, flying past my destination, deep in thought.  Driving on for another mile, I exited to return and there he was - a desperate man standing at the intersection with his sign for help. I tried not to make eye contact and hoped the light would change before he came to my window. The man in front of me was looking straight ahead, but I could not ignore him. I looked at him. He lifted his eyes in hope. I took three dollars out of my wallet and lowered the window. He moved to the car and I extended my hand. His face was downcast. He looked sad and humiliated, but quietly said, "Thank you so much" and moved away from the car.

It reminded me of entering Notre Dame several years ago. The poor woman was sitting at the door with outstretched hands. She caught my eye, but the line pushed me forward. Once inside, everywhere I looked I saw her face, her hands reaching out to me for help. I was so convicted I worked my way back to the entrance, found her and offered her my coins. She said something and although I speak no French I understood her eyes.

Why do these scenes make me so sad? Why do I often ignore the needy who stand on the corner? I much prefer to participate in a cleaned up service project where the needy are rounded up and brought to me and I can "minister" to them on my turf, leaving when I feel good enough about myself and my effort. The single soul demands more of us. We have to look them in the eye and say something to them. We have to face the harsh reality of poverty -  together.

The faces in the cold haunt me this Advent and I wonder if three dollars helps. Or if ten people give three dollars, maybe that buys food for a family - if there is one. I wonder where those faces sleep at night and if they stand and wait with outstretched hands and signs every day - desperate, trying to make it just one more day.

Jesus, the infant who comes this Advent, has some thoughts on this:

 "For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me."  Then the righteous will answer him, "Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?"  The King will reply, "Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me." Matthew 25:35-40

This Advent, Jesus, help me see the faces through the eyes of a child. Make me eager to respond in love.

December Sky

 

Small Signs of God #9 - December Sky

The sky is beautiful in December. It has something to do with the shortening of the days and the distance of the sun as the earth spins on its axis. Funny how the busy colors of the season and the shortness of the days can prevent me from ever looking at the sky during Advent.

But one night I did. We were traveling south on the interstate at rush hour. Both directions - a sea of candy cane red and white lights moving ever so slowly for home after a full day. Lucky for me, I was the passenger and kept watching the western sky with the strong pinks and corals that seemed to put on a show just for me. At one point, it was as though an umbrella was over all of us, calling all sojourners to look up and see the wonder of this December night.

Looking up is hard to do when there is bumper-to-bumper traffic. Looking up is hard to do when cars are shifting lanes suddenly. Looking up is hard to do when focusing on the immediate is more important than focusing on the exquisite beauty and calm of a December sunset. But it is there.

Morning comes and the sky is just as beautiful. Pinks and lavenders dapple the blue. Still, there is much to do. Appointments, phone calls and work all create a new kind of traffic and can steal the opportunity for looking up. Oh, it only takes a second - just a glimpse is reassuring. Just a quick wide view calms and refreshes and renews.  Try it.

Luke 21:28 says to "Look up and raise your heads." We are asked to become new people at Advent. Look up when your gaze is fixed on earth. Look up when you are disappointed. Look up when your eyes are heavy with tears. Look up and be filled with the wonder and nearness of God.

God who remains constant with us through Advent,

 always looking down from sunrise to sunset and through the beauty of the starlit night -

 all we have to do is pause and look up.....and there you are...... and we are made new. 

Thank you for making it so simple.

Advent - Small Signs of God "Weeping"

 

 Small Signs of God #8                                      Weeping

The headlines tear to shreds my peaceful Advent journey. A small child is senselessly murdered.

God, where were you on that playground? 

God, you whose eyes are on the sparrow, who sees and knows everything, where were you when she cried out, was beaten, tormented and thrown away?

It is unthinkable and my heart bleeds for the brokenhearted loved ones whose life will never be the same. I look for the "small sign of God” and can't seem to find it through my own weeping.

I return to the writing of Ann Weems who gives voice to anguish.

"Anger and alleluias careen around within me, sometimes colliding. Lamenting and laughter sit side by side in a heart that yearns for the peace that passes understanding. Those who believe in the midst of their weeping will know where I stand.

In the quiet times this image comes to me: 

Jesus weeping.  

Jesus wept, and in his weeping,

he joined himself forever

to those who mourn.

He stands now throughout all time,

this Jesus weeping

with his arms about the weeping ones:

'Blessed are those who mourn,

for they shall be comforted.'

He stands with the mourners,

for his name is God-with-us.

Jesus wept.

'Blessed are those who weep, for they shall be comforted.'

Someday. Someday God will wipe the tears from their eyes.

In the godforsaken, obscene quicksand of life,

there is a deafening alleluia

rising from the souls

of those who weep,

and of those who weep with those who weep.

If you watch, you will see

the hand of God

putting the stars back in their skies one by one."( Ann Weems, Psalms of Lament)

 

Holy Infant Jesus, your tears are joined to mine. I hear the alleluias.

Advent - Small Signs of God "Singing"

 

Day 7 - Singing

We left feeling better than we had felt in a while - almost giddy with musical notes playing over in our minds and warming our hearts. We had been singing Christmas carols with good friends. One sang the traditional command performance solo, we challenged ourselves with a new duet, and most of us hit wrong notes as we sang and laughed and loved each other.

The next morning I still felt joyful.  I felt energized. I smiled and remembered as those songs played again in my head and my heart. What is it about singing that makes us feel so good? Victor Hugo said," Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent." All the pent up things we can never say, we can belt out in a song.

There are benefits of singing. Singing releases the feel-good brain chemicals and pain-relieving endorphins; singing helps us breathe better because we improve our posture and our lung capacity increases; singing improves our mental alertness and tones our muscles; singing increases our confidence.

As my Advent journey continues, I imagine when Mary first heard from the angel she needed  a very large dose of confidence. Her visit to her cousin Elizabeth encourages her. Mary is strengthened in her faith, recognizing that she will play a part in the change of human history. Overwhelmed, what does she do? She breaks out in song:

"My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has

regarded the low estate of his handmaiden

For behold, henceforth all generations will call me blessed;

for He who is mighty has done great things for me, and holy is His name.

And His mercy is on those who fear Him from generation to generation.

He has shown strength with His arm, He has scattered the proud in the

imagination of their hearts,

He has put down the mighty from their thrones, and exalted those of low degree.

He has filled the empty with good things, and the rich He has sent empty away.

He has helped His servant Israel, in remembrance of His mercy, as He spoke

to our fathers, to Abraham and to his posterity forever." (Luke 1)

 

How does your soul magnify God?

No one can hear our soul sing- only God. But if our soul is busting with joy at the news of Jesus this Christmas, it will be impossible, like Hugo says, to be silent about it.

Tonight, in the solitude of your garden, break out in song. The stars will thank you.

Creator of my soul, fill me with such wonder of you that I cannot keep silent.

Advent - Small Signs of God "Personal Touch"

 

Advent Day 6 -  The Personal Touch

Several years ago, I set aside my morning Advent readings to help a young friend pack her car with suitcases and preschoolers for the long drive home to Texas. I took the two-year old to the piano and we sat and played and sang songs together. At one point, the curly-headed toddler placed both of her tiny, pink hands on my hands and for a few moments, we were one - playing music together.

I looked down at those little hands resting on mine, felt the warmth of young tender flesh depending on me to play the notes, and I experienced Advent worship.

How could it be? She was speeding west in her car seat, but those baby hands lingered, resting on mine, comforting my soul this Christmas.  Like the baby's hands in the manger that rest on a world of  hurting experiences, that soft touch of God presented itself  through my tiny houseguest for my own personal worship.  

Warren Wiersbe in his book Real Worship says:

"There is today such an emphasis on Bible knowledge that we are in danger of ignoring, or even opposing, personal spiritual experience. While we must not base our theology on experience, neither must we debase our theology by divorcing it from experience. If true worship is the response of the whole person to God, then we dare not neglect the emotions."

Today, I challenge you to allow yourself a personal touch from God. Might they be the tender hands of a toddler? Might they be the aging hands of a parent? Might they be the hands of a friend, spouse, or a teenager or sales clerk?  

Who will depend on you to play the Christmas song for them?

"The Word became flesh, and dwelt among us, and we beheld His glory, glory as of the only begotten from the Father, full of grace and truth." (John 1:14)

Holy One,

Guide me to those who need a personal touch from you. Let me be their hands.

Advent - Small Signs of God "On The Bridge between Sacred and Secular"

 

Day 5 - On the Bridge between the Sacred and the Secular 

Millions of people celebrate  the Holiday season, but not all of them are Christians. They shop and decorate. They attend the politically correct "Holiday" Party and participate in the music of the season. Some will say they are Christian, but just have trouble with a virgin birth and a resurrection - the two, really big mysteries. They say they believe in God and sometimes they go to church. They think there might be something after death - possibly a Heaven, but surely not a place called Hell. How could a loving God send someone to Hell?

That's not very Christmas-y.

And then Advent comes and asks us to look again at the message proclaimed. The time is here when prophets warn, stars move in the sky and angels proclaim. Those who are unsure in their faith find themselves in another Christmas quandary. They find themselves on the bridge between the sacred and the secular and the choice becomes one of confusion and distraction. Back and forth they go - we go. The immediate often reigns over the important. Sometimes it is the good over the best.

I heard a speaker who made a strong point about this division. She said there are two voices inside of us. Deep inside there is God's Spirit calling. Outside, there is the world calling - usually in the opposite direction. Somehow those voices escalate and vie for our attention during Advent. The world pulls us to material pleasures and God's Spirit pulls to one, holy silent night.

It becomes a battle and Advent can leave us feeling sad and depressed.

The conversation between Charlie and Lucy in the movie A Charlie Brown Christmas explains our frustrations:

Charlie Brown: I just don't understand Christmas, I guess. I like getting presents and sending Christmas cards and decorating threes and all that, but I'm still not happy. I always end up feeling depressed."

Lucy: "Charlie Brown, you're the only person I know who can take a wonderful season like Christmas and turn it into a problem."

Christmas is not the problem.

 Christmas is the solution. 

Christmas is the voice that calls to us throughout the year. Maybe it's because during this beautiful season for celebrating, we find ourselves still on that bridge of indecisiveness, still wondering, still watching for some small sign of God.

God whose infant cries call me to your holy night,

                                Guide my steps to your sacred manger,

                                                                     For You are the solution.

For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son that whosoever believeth on Him should not perish, but have everlasting life. John 3:16  

Advent - Small Signs of God "The Part I Play"

 

Small Signs of God -Day 4                           The Part I Play

When I was in 2nd grade, I was chosen to play the part of Mary in the Nativity. It was not because I was a budding actress, but because I was tall like David Herrington who was Joseph and the audience could see us better from a distance. I remember being excited  I got to bring my favorite doll to wrap and hold while the story unfolded on stage. I also liked the pale blue gown and the way it draped over my head and fell in folds to the floor. I had to hold my head very still  for fear of it falling off. 

Most of us have acted out the scene at some point in our lives. My youngest daughter was a sheep one year and the way her ears flopped when she baaed made my sides burst. Oh, and one year six children in our home donned bathrobes and acted out the scene to four proud parents. That one got a little out of hand when the two shepherds got in a fight with their broom/staffs.

Today I am asking myself: what part will I play in this year's Nativity? If I am an angel, well, then, I am already in Heaven and have the privilege of telling others not to worry. I can fly around and sing joyfully. If I am Joseph, I am dazed and confused, thinking about the newly defined family I have been asked to support and must find a hotel quickly because a baby is about to be born that is not even mine. If I am Mary, I am tired and weary, bearing the weight of the world, facing an uncertain future. If I am the innkeeper, I am busy making money and knowing these people from Nazareth can't pay, should send them on their way - or on second thought, offer them the shed. If I am the shepherds, I am looking for a little action - something in the sky is different and tending sheep can be such a drag. If I am the Wise Men, well, I will come later, but I do see something happening different in the stars and I start shopping for a gift. If I am the animals, I can sense that something is different and I simply stand very still.

All of creation plays a part in this mystery and wonder of the birth of Jesus. No one is exempt from the reality of the divine child in the stable. All Christian theology has its origin in the wonder of that night - when God became flesh. It is how we "play our part" in the story.  And in the end, scripture plainly tells us that every knee shall bow and every tongue will confess that Jesus Christ is Lord of all. (Romans 14:11)

 God who becomes flesh among us,

              I want to be the angel, glorifying you or the lowly donkey, simply standing very still,

                   but you have made me the human with a choice for the part I will play in your story.

                                       Will I choose you?