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Having participated in two Ignitian Retreats with Renewal Ministries Northwest, I’ve been working with a spiritual director for the past 3 years to help me develop and practice the spiritual disciplines. Paul has been invaluable in helping me through some rough spots in my life and has been used of God to help hone and focus my spiritual life. We meet monthly, and last time we were together he asked me to write about the faith-anchors in my life. Of course, my most important anchor is God. The following is an acrostic psalm, each stanza starting with a letter of the alphabet. This was very common technique used in many of the Psalms in the Bible. While it was a challenge to write, it was a tremendous blessing to me, and I hope to you as well…
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I recently met with my daughter for coffee. One of the joys of parenting is to see them grow into loving, functional adults and to be able to engage them in adult conversation.

While discussing her marriage and my own, we discussed what I think are the three biggest killers of relationship in marriage and yes, I’ve been guilty of all three. No, I’m NOT a marriage counselor, and I don’t play one on TV. Sure, there are things like infidelity, spousal violence, lying and other things that can destroy a relationship outright, but these three seem to me to be ones that will chip away little by little, until there’s little real relationship left. It bears keeping in mind that these are three things that any of us can work on: it simply takes what defense experts call “situational awareness” and the desire to do relationship better each day. In this case, the best defense if to be self-aware, and to seek what’s best for the other.

The number one killer is expectations.

This is the biggest because we use it to judge others. When we have expectations of others, especially our spouse, we set them up for failure, because our expectations of them originate with US, not with them, and because of that, they will fail. They’ll fail every time. I meet with a spiritual director once a month. Paul is a (now) retired pastor who has helped me over the past four years by listening, asking questions and with the help of the Holy Spirit, guiding me in the Way of Jesus. It’s not been easy; a lot has happened over that span of time, but the biggest thing that he has helped me to do is to live in expectancy, rather than to have expectations. And he’s so right.

When I live in expectancy, I release my grasp on the world and what I think others should think, say or do. I release them to be themselves and I release myself from sitting in judgment over them. I begin to see the world and others through eyes of wonder instead of viewing them through a critical lens. There are surprises, yes, but that’s far better for me (and for them) than seeking to control them, and hey, who doesn’t like surprises?

The number two killer is assumptions.

At first glance one might be tempted to say that expectations and assumptions are the same, but they’re not. Yes, assumptions are a form of judgment, but they’re more like a set of one-sided conversations. Have you ever had a “conversation” with someone who talks and talks and talks without allowing you to respond, without allowing you to even slip a word in edgewise? That’s what assuming is like in a relationship. As my wife is want to point out: “To ASS-U-ME is to make an ‘ass out of you and me'”. When one assumes, it’s like telling someone what you want them to do, without getting their input. It’s very dictatorial… “Well, I assume you’re going to do such and such”. When I do that I’ve basically told the other person that I don’t care about what they think or value their input: I’m telling them what to do.

The number three killer is taking each other for granted.

Like the picture above says, everyone in my life and yours is there for a reason. Many would say that only chance is at play, but from my standpoint as a follower of Jesus, I know better: God is at work in my life to will and to work for His good pleasure.

My wife and I are both widows. Both of us experienced the extreme loss of a spouse. Both of us recognize that it’s God who’s brought us together. Simply put, we realize that what we have didn’t have to be: it’s not by chance or luck or good fortune that we discovered each other. Each day is an adventure that didn’t have to happen, and for that we’re both extremely grateful.

Taking another person for granted means that one no longer feels that there’s anything special in the relationship, that the other will always be there: there will always be a tomorrow. But I can tell you from personal experience, as can my wife, that there comes a day when this isn’t true, when you’re left alone. In the best of circumstances what needed to be said before the passing of a loved one has been said, but all too often there are too many unspoken words, too many unrealized dreams, always the thought that what needs to be said can be said tomorrow, until the time there are no more tomorrows left.

Those who are dear, the ones closest to you in relationship were put there for a purpose. In order to not take them for granted, live each day trying to look for that purpose, to discover the wonderful little things that make that person unique, truly “them”. Explore the differences and similarities and celebrate them for what they are: a miracle. The antidote for taking people for granted is to show gratitude. I believe that anyone, no matter what the relationship, who tries to put these things into practice will reap rewards far beyond the effort involved. My prayer is that each of you will discover the special people in your life and that you’ll grow in that relationship and bless those around you.

Fight the good fight: it’s worth it.

In a memorable Christmas sermon, Earl Palmer, former University Presbyterian Church pastor (Seattle) observed that in the Christmas story “the profoundest skepticism and the deepest faith were encompassed by the dawn of redeeming grace.” What the shepherds and the Maji encountered was an experience of being taken in, wholly accepted. An experience of sheer grace!

Apparently, the shepherds believed the messianic prophecies, but in the ancient story their immediate attention was on their daily work, while the magi were keenly involved in an intellectual quest and were driven by a sense of imminent insight. On both–the believers and the skeptics–goodness dawned, and the surprise that overwhelmed them at first came to be understood as God’s grace. Amazing!

Praise A lot of attention in our reading of this familiar story is given to what they did next: to their exuberant and extravagant expression of joy and worship. And what could be more appropriate; anyone being taken in by such an assurance of God’s love (salvation) cannot be restrained from finding some way to express wonder and gratefulness. Some way to communicate Good News!

 But, the essence of the Good News is the underlying mystery of its continuing revelation:

  • to the lookers
  • to the listeners
  • to those neither looking nor listening

Purpose As the familiar carol claims, “He come to make his blessing flow/Far as the curse is found.” In other words, when the message of Christmas truly dawns on us it draws us into both the presence of Christ’s coming in time, and to an awareness of His eternal purpose as well.  Admittedly, our awareness of how his blessing will eventually prevail is scant in detail. But, surprisingly, the certainty of personal purpose grows clearer and clearer as our grasp of God’s grace develops.

 Whenever I allow myself to truly hear the Christmas story, it creates within me an undeniable sense of purpose–specifically, to seek opportunities to communicate the joy of being found, as the shepherds did, and celebrate the delight of finding that the Maji experienced.

A Word for 2014  –  Kimberly, in her recent pastoral challenge, suggested that we choose a cornerstone word for the year ahead. I’m considering opportunities as my word. Opportunities are what the Good News is wrapped in.

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Calvin Presbyterian Christmas Pageant December 22, 2013
Photo by Linda Erickson

I find it easy to forget all the wonderful Christmas music that’s out there, after the season is over.  So, when I hear it again in the midst of a busy life of work and family at the end of each year, it has an unexpectedly emotional effect on me.  It feels as though I remember who I really am again, it is like being ‘washed ashore’ on Christmas, after a long and difficult voyage during the year. 

 I wrote these thoughts down on Monday evening December 6, 2004 while I was at the house of our son Michael’s music teacher.  I was listening to him playing Christmas music on his viola with his instructor.  The evening before, on Sunday (Dec. 5), I was at Calvin Presbyterian listening to the end of the student orchestra rehearsal of music for the Christmas concert, and had a similar response.  Michael was playing his viola, along with Michael Korpi on violin, Mickey Hansen and Sam Steuby on their oboes, Whitney Allen on flute, Brad Steuby on French horn and Jan Allen on saxophone.  They sounded just great!  Hearing all this Christmas music put me into a joyful and hopeful mood, and I was looking forward to Christmas at the end of a long, stressful fall.  But this turned out to be only a distant sighting of the shore – because two days later, everything changed – and I was completely cast out to sea again.

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The birth of a Savior in a barn, eternity visiting us. This season feels like it should shudder with wonder, breathe with it, expand our hearts until they grow three sizes like the Grinch.

But too often, I wind up feeling small, clenched, impoverished in spirit, lacking in patience.

All over the internet, I’m reading about the desire to take back Advent from advertisers and greed. A lovely mom has launched Advent Acts of Kindness* – in a bid to turn her children’s attention from getting to giving.

After reading her post, I’m reclaiming time for acts of joy.

First up: I think I’ll invite the family next door over for a meal, with their four year old who brings me plastic crowns and sparkly smiles. I’ve been meaning to for a whole year, and we hardly see each other when the days grow cold and we’re no longer swapping snap peas over the fence, or lifting Isabella over to pick berries with me in our back yard. I haven’t seen Bella in weeks – I haven’t made time for that joy.

Also, I’ll be taking work gloves, and wool socks to TC3 next week as an Advent Act of Kindness. My ‘day’ for Advent Acts over at SheLoves Magazine is tomorrow, and this has made me think of Tent City 3 and of Lantz. So many in our church community know him, as he still worships with us occasionally after staying on our grounds with Tent City 3. Last time I saw him, I asked how he was. He winced and said, “Not so good.”

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Be still and know that I am God…

­Flathead Lake, Montana
©2010, Tony Reynolds

I’m personally in need of being reminded of this daily, hourly; would you believe, moment-by-moment?

That’s because try as I might, it is all too EASY for me to forget where my true strength lies: in my Lord and Savior, not in my own effort. Like Peter, I all too often take my eyes of the Master and focus instead on the waves raging around me, only to find myself sinking deeper and deeper into depression and self-pity. I wrote this meditation a couple months ago when I read this verse as part of my morning Scripture reading. From there, the thoughts just flowed. It was a time when I was worried about the future and felt guilty about the past, unable to focus on enjoying the present as I was squeezed between the two extremes of shoulda-beens and what-ifs.

I cannot change the past. I cannot affect the future. I only have today. God says to me:

Be still from fretting anxiety
Be still from trying to be good
Be still from being morally superior
Be still from seeking your own will
Be still from trying to measure up
Be still from wanting to fix things
Be still from regret about the past
Be still from worrying about the present
Be still from fearing the future
Be still from judging your neighbor
Be still from condemning yourself…

Cease your incessant striving…

Be still and know that I AM God.
I will be exalted in the heavens,
I will be exalted in the earth.

Psalm 46:10

My prayer is that this will be your prayer as well, that God will use this in your heart to calm your spirit as He makes room for His Spirit to work inside you, in the Name of the One who is able to save, even Jesus, AMEN.

 

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Noye’s Fludde at St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church – 2007

Linda and I and our kids attended St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church from 1990 to 2000, just before we started attending Calvin Presbyterian Church in the summer of 2000.  Les Martin, Music Director at St. Stephen’s started a tradition in 1995 of staging all-church productions of Benjamin Britten’s opera Noye’s Fludde (based on a medieval ‘miracle play’ about Noah and the Flood).  There were additional productions of Noye’s Fludde at St. Stephen’s in 1999, 2003 and 2007.  Benjamin Britten specifically designed the opera to be performed by an entire community or parish church, including participants of all ages.

 Our family participated in all of these productions – Linda served as Stage Director and Co-Producer, I was on the tech crew, and our kids variously played in the orchestra, appeared in costume as animals or played one of the dramatic parts.  These productions featured an orchestra, a band of recorders, professional soloists and a large cast of choir members and parishioners playing the numerous animals entering the ark.  The productions each included over one hundred participants from the congregation and the greater community – including preschoolers, school children, teenagers, and adults, including some of the oldest members of the congregation.

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Today I allowed my mind to drift, to think on the nature of Almighty God.

Upon reflection it seems (to me that) we deal with the infinite God as if we were dealing with a flannel-board-Jesus, a two dimensional, fuzzy description of reality.

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In contrast, our God is:

Majestic, yet good

All-powerful, yet good

Terrible, yet good

Holy, yet good

All-knowing, yet good

Glorious, yet good

Everywhere-present, yet good

And as if this in-exhaustive list weren’t enough, God is loving beyond imagination and giving beyond our ability to comprehend. Yet many of us have heard “God is love” so often that that’s where we stop, that’s all we believe about him.

Of course, there’s nothing wrong with the stories we tell our children, the Bible stories that all of us are so familiar with. After all, we have to start somewhere, but it seems to me that as adults it’s those very same stories and our lack of knowledge of his Word that limits him. Familiarity breeds contempt. We limit God not in his essence, but in his awesome reality in our lives. God himself is without limit, yet we limit him mainly I think, because as finite creatures we find his infinite, unlimited nature terrifying. Read the rest of this entry »

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Calvin Presbyterian Church Worship Band – September 2010
Photo by Kathi Bonallo

I have always loved music – music of all kinds from medieval chant to Bach, from bluegrass to rock and some of the latest music our kids are listening to – I will listen to almost anything that is written and played well.  I have been in church choirs, school bands, high school choir and while at the University of Washington I played drums in the Husky Band. 

 One of my earliest musical memories is of being a fourth grader in the children’s choir at Ronald Methodist, where my family attended church.  We were all assembled in our robes and were led through the dark, cluttered basement corridors of the church, up a staircase and into the old sanctuary of the church.  I don’t think until that point I had even been in a church service before.  My indelible memory is of joining the adult choir members in a processional down the central aisle of the church, standing adults towering above me on both sides. As we walked down the aisle, we and the entire congregation joined in singing the hymn ‘Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty’:

 “Holy, holy, holy! Lord God almighty!

Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee;

Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty;

God in three persons, blessed Trinity!

The Methodist Hymnal (1966); Hymn No. 26

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I’m always interested in new ways of looking at conversion, the act of justification and the process of sanctification.

 Here’s one way to look at it…

Think of a derelict house or building on some block in your town, owned by a slumlord. Imagine that the building has been condemned and is scheduled for demolition by the City Building Department. Now imagine that there is a court hearing regarding the property. The judge asks if there is anyone who objects to the condemnation and demolition of the property? The current owner, a slumlord, doesn’t really care: he’s happy collecting rent and doesn’t want to put any money into it. Just before the gavel falls, a man steps up to the bench and says that he’ll buy the building. Due to the extortion of the slumlord, he pays an exorbitant price, far more than most think it’s worth. The Building is saved from destruction, but not only that, it’s status is officially changed in the court records from that of a derelict, scheduled for demolition to that of a protected, historical status.  Read the rest of this entry »