Tuesday, September 12, 2017

9-12-17

The past has been mourned
The salty reservoirs burst at the seams
Flooded my heart-home
I thought they would never drain

But they have!
And then the rain!

Washed the gutter’s salty residue
Clean and wet
The sun makes it sparkle:
And the dewy web
No longer needed
For the waters have receded!

And I wait in the peaceful resonance
Enjoying the sun on my face
And the refreshing space
To create
But instead of shoes; SKATES!
Because I’m ready
To ride the wake
That comes my way

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Walking Toward The Desert

My current point in process:
I am currently hacking away at trying to read about our Desert Fathers and Mothers that started alternative communities out in the desert during the time of Constantine and Augustine.  They valued contemplation, meditation on scripture.  They believed in God's revelation through quietness and life circumstance and nature in addition to scripture.  (Now if we could add musical worship...and growing good organic food instead of eating just bread and water....I'd be IN!!  :)  They looked for the Lord in all things and listened a lot.  The term for  the practice of these values today seems to be a part of something called "Christian Mysticism".  The connotation of that term is a little confusing to me.  It does conjure the ideas of yellow brick roads and fairies and unicorns.  Those things are actually not a part of CM at all...Maybe I'll get why that term pertains someday.
I kind of feel like my husband and I may be heading into some kind of proverbial "desert" experience of our own.  Maybe that's what were in presently. I would LOVE to start over in my connection to other Christians and be a catalyst of some sort..an encourager in this kind of society...whatever this looks like .  It could happen in living in a sort of modern commune, or even just doing worship out of home while holding down "normal" jobs.  maybe even stuff like using  the art process in corporate meditation somehow...just something different than the church time i have known.  I'm so bored. Not with God, with church time.  ( However, I must add, for those who are not bored and find true encounters with the Lord and his truth and other people, I respect and  rejoice in the rich experiences they are having.  I would NEVER want to get in the way of that or poo poo it.  This letter is for the discontent or the shipwrecked.)

 I used to "teach" Bible Studies and influence young people.  I feel held out from that ability these days.  I feel like I cannot honestly step into that role until I understand scripture better in this less literal light were learning about.  Conversations with my husband and pod casts of others that know a little more about this perspective are helpful and encouraging to me.  However, listening to God as he speaks through nature, through normal life circumstances and in quiet or in song, waiting in order to connect with the Holy Spirit/Jesus my friend and lover of soul, meditating on truth about Him by scripture...this is where I want to thrive.  This is where i would love to help others thrive as well.
For those who are discontent with church times or "losing their faith" even:
Unfortunately, so many of us need some reconditioning to break out of our current reinforced church mindset, out of the understanding that if we read the Bible as is, that we can assume we automatically understand the Word of God. As of now, I feel very shaky about being equipped to be one of those leaders to help "turn the ship around" (change what is accepted in and how we execute mainstream church)...or to even know how to facilitate a space to perpetuate those who already want to come along this path.
I still believe the Bible is very important.  I will always believe that Jesus is the only way to God the Father and part of God. And that he died and rose again and lives/thrives today. (The Bible is where we learned this!) I believe he has plans for us as individuals and that those plans are incorporated like pixels into a bigger picture.  I do believe that the teaching of "inerrancy of all scripture" ,as in literal every word for word, has robbed us of the perspective that makes the Bible so rich and whole.  Not to mention a faith that only makes partial sense.  For instance, we have been taught that the words, perspectives and rules the apostles were inerrant,right?  But some of them that were for freedom in their time/place have become a little oppressive in ours.  (Weather it be because of Reformation based translations or because mankind has changed).  But Jesus valued women, and "sinners" ...the lesser.  He submitted to the current religious systems of the time (he was a rabbi) but fully put religious leaders in their place as they used scripture to perpetuate what made them look important and gave them more control.  God has not changed...therefore what we read literally under our North American NIV subchapter captions like: "Rules for Holy Worship" or who gets to be in leadership in a church or the end times table in book of Revelation (??) , or even old testament practices...etc...these kind of specifics can distract us from the meaning of the rich storyline of the text.  Instead, we look to them to know how to act, and how to expect/ enforce other Christians to act regardless of the historical setting or circumstance, connection to other parts of the Bible that perpetuated such writings.  Who knows how to do that wisely and thoroughly??  Even though I'm grateful to people like Luther for getting the Bible into our hands, I understand why the early Christians initially wanted to have a priest to do this for them.  It's quite a responsibility.
Anyhow, back to church-times: There's GOT to be a better way of pleasing the Spirit more or at least grieving her less than assuming we can know how to be so definitively theologically "correct".  There's got to be a way to respect those we disagree with in humility of consideration instead of feeling threatened.   There's got to be a way to gather together more organically and equally with less stage separation less amplification, more good old intimacy and connection...That's why I'm looking into the practices of some of the first people who felt this way and tried a different form of knowing and loving the same God.
I still hope and yearn to FOLLOW the Spirit.  I hope and yearn to KNOW God more.  I hope and yearn to hear from Jesus more.  I hope and yearn to actually feel connected and act connected to The Body of Christ and the people of the world (and to see it all as the whole it is and not see it as compartmental in my dualistic and maverick tendency) I do not value separatism and quietism for more than a time...although that's what my life currently looks like.
Perhaps as I let God heal me in this wonderful ad excruciating quietness I will happen upon these very hopes.
For now, I keep meeting for church times in the mainstream way in order to support my Pastor husband who is struggling  with the same thing but with much more weight as our source of income. In spite of my own hypocrisy,  I will continue search for God on Sundays with these particularly lovely people who are a part of this church body.  I will keep on for a time.  Meanwhile, I "will pray that our unity that may one day be restored."





Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Narcolamentcy

I lay
I lay
My drowsy state
Takes my stance
Down to the floor
In an awkward dance

The ironic pose
Floor to nose
In a humble bow
Works it's way
To here an now

I eat to stay awake
I sleep to stay awake
I time my life  to acomodate
The mandate
Of my grueling master
Purveying choices as to a child
Taming any hope gone wild
My joints follow suit
In a stiffening jaunt
As the carefree taunt
With their unbelief
Of my reason for grief
I'm buried  a foot deeper by unbelief
Because all they see is the in between
But this routine
Is nothing new
But before I had the Ocean Blue
And a weekly song
And a walk to anywhere
To cure a wrong
And my purpose known
My babies home
Also a network of consideration
Like a pension
From when our lives were worthy of mention
But with one fail swoop it's washed away
And I was the one to leave
And now to my lonely floor I cleave
God what is left for me?
Where do I find new sight for my blind?
Will I ever be restored or reimbursed
Or reunited to what was first?
Self centered hopes, I know
But this old heart yearns to grow
Some good sprout of hope
From the dead ends of my rope
I believe in possibilities
Made by you
Even beyond my age or abilities
Or things that I  "could do"
But if it is up to me alone to find
Or hope for something new
Or to me to be amazing
At "Life: part 2"
I know me from history
And in my trajectory
As decline turns to decay
I'll lay
I'll lay

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

High Tide

The winds of change blow all the time
But I see elevens and lift my eyes
I know the sign
Maybe a break in my timeline
I may forsake my own rhyme
I may run out beyond my prime
My dream was catastrophic
But I'm a dreamer not a prophet
Blinded by my puzzle piece
I yearn to cease
Or will you thrive as I decrease?
This life has spent it livity
And I'm running out of creativity
My heart has sprung another leak
My joints are weak
Future bleak
But He is strong
Maybe He'll take over this song
Or maybe I'm wrong
I long
I long
Of sacrifice I'm supposed to reap
But I struggle to love what I can keep
And all I love I must let go
And so
My longevity I blow
In a hermit's domain
Eating my pain
How disgusted
The balls I've busted
The dream I've lusted
The tears are crusted
Is there something good ahead?
Or is hope for that as good as dead?

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Islands

"Pain is a lonely island"
And I see some from afar
Through a scope, from my own
Upon the same star

We all must swim alone
In our ocean's trail

But
If I wipe the salt from my eyes
I can see a sun, every morning
RISE!
And 
If I hold real still
I can feel the resonance of His presence
Sustaining acceptance
If
I can forget how cold my hands
I can feel how warm my heart
For the ocean is a Kingdom of Dance
Not separate but apart

The treasures of the heart,
The wafts of old romance
Lift from the shore forlorn
They beckon in their call
To trade the swim for dance
And in the morn: reborn!

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Where Do We Go Now?

 The writings of Paul (in the Bible) used to make me feel secure in Grace.  I felt the rules he set out for church behavior and for Christian living were obtainable and very clear.  I loved how protected they made me feel and how they defined my requirements.
Now many of them get under my skin.  Or rather, our lame interpretation of them or even the fact that they're in there. (the Bible)
The same people who say, "You can't pick and choose what scripture to obey.  It's all God's rule." are frankly not wearing head coverings to church.  Most of "them" would call that "cultural".  God seem to put up with polygamy just fine in those days.  What if it were cultural for wives to have a couple of husbands? Then what?   I tire from  this strain as I write.  these are just a couple of sloppy examples off the top of my head.
Don't get me wrong.  God never changes.  But His kids sure do.
So the unraveling continues.  Actually these are not new considerations to me.  But they are still under my skin a bit as I wrestle through. 
"The Bible is not a rule book but a love story." - Tripp Fuller.  That's so freeing and makes sense.  But my convoluted conscious cannot presently make complete peace with the not "doing what the Bible says" or seems to say about things like:
     Homosexuality (treated like second class citizens in the Church.  Rules on where they        can and can't minister)
     Deacons wives have to be liked/respected  in the Church. (Respected by who in the church? K. Well, Jon's out then.  Better go teach guitar lessons.)
Woman in Church leadership. (pretty sure Paul's view was specific to a situation at hand but it's in there)
     Church discipline: (since when is SEEN sin worse than the sin dealt with privately.  I'm pretty sure there is not a clean hand in the bunch.  Why should there be allowed a scapegoat highlighted as an example to all future transgressors?  They submit to the deacons in the church- who are also sinful men.  Isn't that what Jesus did for us?? (in His innocence) Did that not cover the scapegoat too?)
The church that worships God well but enforces these "rules" seems increasingly icky to me. 
The church (in my small scope of experience) that acknowledges these wrinkles doesn't seem to also know how to worship God in "Spirit" (unrelenting passion in song and even operating in the supernatural gifts of the Spirit when time comes for that) BTW if you know of one, I want to go to there!  
I know we are not alone in these ideas.  I have read some really amazing books by some really amazing people of God who feel like this....who are sure of less and less but Jesus.
Both in my past understanding and in my present I know I am missing something important.  
Hopefully one day I will get it.  Hopefully, someday, I will have a link between it all.    I am in process and in no way do I consider myself an authority on all this.
That is my mind.  Here is my heart:
I am a Pastor's wife, a mother, a worship leader, an art facilitator hoping to bring glory to God.  Hoping to bring some part of the existing love of Christ to people around as well as enjoy it and be changed by it myself.  I believe He is the Lover of our souls and that this is a passionate thing.  I believe that Jesus is the only way to God.  I believe that he is our healer and that this can take place in a myriad of ways.  I believe true joy lies in connecting with Him and I want everyone to experience that. I believe He is Truth and I will spend my dieing breath trying to determine what He is saying in this written word.
These are the things I believe for sure.  These are the things that spring up within me and overflow.
I will not ignore the wrinkle.  I am not afraid of it anymore.  Admittedly, I am a little afraid of what some of you all think of me in this struggle.  But not enough to keep silent for the sake of someone else in the "shipwreck" that may read this presently or in the future that could find hope or comfort to press on in spite of it all. 

Friday, August 30, 2013

Genesis 3 Part 1


Genesis 3:8-9
If I were Eve:
The cool breezes waft against my sun burnt cheeks.  All is silent except the lapping shoreline and the crowing rooster.  The leaves of the trees rustle a bit from the gentle wind.  I am almost completely seduced by the peace and familiarity around me.  I want to immerse in a pretending game that nothing has changed.  I am coddled by the arms of what was about to be lost forever.
“Where are you?”
His voice.
How could such a gentle and loving voice jostle me so abrasively?  It is cold water to my face and I brace myself for a future that pales in comparison to all I have known.  There is only unknown.  I await my sentence as I grit my teeth with tension rising from the pit in my stomach.
I hide.
The love and purity radiates from His presence but instead of comfort, it burns; it itches.  Even so, a conflicted part of me desires to just run into his arms and hope for something same, something familiar, something warm.  I would hope that there would be some part of my dignity there, some part of my identity.
But how can I?
Nevertheless, I know hiding from omnipresence is futile.  In red-handed honesty I reply, “I was hiding because I’m naked and afraid.”