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Treasure the Light of His Way

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This is not simply a diamond in the rough story, not so simple because diamonds have to be cut and polished anyway AND because not everyone is filled with flawless beauty, well NO ONE is, so don’t condemn yourself for not being so… 

So, I have been thinking about this geode filled with quartz that was a gift from a new friend, a seasoned geologist, who gave it to me today. Yes, this geode rock is filled with shimmery quartz, and she hammered this piece open to reveal the treasure in the light of day. I had really never talked to her before this – it was just sort of the polite smiles in church when we saw each other. So, I found it interesting timing and a God-for-sure-intervention that last week, when after I gave my sermon (about witness and if we didn’t praise that the rocks would cry out – and told the story of my friend who prayed while wandering to find home as her guide dog was not in harness, and she ran into some familiar rocks which signaled to her the way to go) that this polite smiling person HAD to speak to me – that she EXCITEDLY told me that she was a geologist and she had been bringing rocks to our friend’s son each week at church – SO COOL… And then this week, again so cool, that she was all talkative and showed me lots of rocks she had tumbled to shiny-ness, and then gave me the geode. Sweet. This broke-open rock was and is beautiful – but what was MORE beautiful was the SHINE I felt and heard in her smile and friendliness and openness. BEAUTIFUL!

Isn’t that the blessing of finding new friends – of finding out new things about people, about finding common interests, and about just seeing the SHINE in their souls to be shared.  I find this to be the case over and over again – and with so many. I avow that as my mom says: “There are nice people everywhere!” – TRUE!

One other nice person that brings me joy when I see him, is our local homeless institution of a fellow: Mike. I often was seeing him before the weather got cold and last fall promised him I would bring him a lawn chair – but never saw him all winter. So, as a friend told me she saw him, I kept an eye out and sure enough he was at a local place along our main road this afternoon. So, after I ate my lunch, I packed a little extra for him and headed out with the chair – and best yet, I sat in the chair to chat with him for about 15 minutes. Mike knows me by sight – calls me the ‘singing church lady’ – and always has a smile…  Mike is unique and never seems to ask for anything – unless you ask and then he does share the certain things that would help him – like the chair. Not that there is any room in the shelters (there really isn’t as they are filled with kids and moms), but we know Mike is a loner. Social, but a loner, not into living under a house with house rules – he just wants to stay out of the rain if possible. So, of course because of his friendliness, people shower Mike with gifts. It is both our wanting to help and make it all good, but it is also fitting Mike into cultural norms that don’t always work for everyone… Well, I do appreciate Mike as a role model of joy in perserverence. As I was sitting there, among his couple grocery carts worth of stuff, a man named Al came by and brought Mike a big bag of deli food and drinks. Mike does share with others he sees in the homeless camps. He believes in the “pass it on” mentality. Me too.

And Mike’s smiles and openness are the TREASURE in interacting with him – good encouragement, good affirmation of ideas, plans, and excitement in life. He is also a man of faith and we have intriguing interesting conversations there too… I know that the lawn chair (which I picked up from a neighbor’s trash in decent working order) – and the other items Mike has – will likely not last and may be removed by a yet-again move of his living corner in this region. These possessions are functional and temporary – just like everything we have too.

So – treasure – Jesus said don’t store up worldly treasures – but put your hope on treasure in Heaven. Treasure is found in the Spirit of the person brought to the light of day – God-polished rather than world-bruised. Treasure is the Shine that you may not have seen before. Treasure is in the ample hope given to us that we should share. Treasure is the moment that is placed in front of you to live in. Treasure is the JOY in your heart – and that of the Lord breaking through you to shine His Glory to the world.

Treasure is the Light of Day – the Light of His Way. Let us share the Joy of life and love. And no matter what, keep smiling!

Amen

Jesus said: “Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.  Matthew 6:19-21

Wing it, but on a Prayer

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I looked up “winging it”, a phrase I often use as in “I will just wing it” – yeah I say that, but one only feels comfortable doing that if you prepped somewhat. And we often open our mouths when we could never know enough about a situation. If we “catch wind” of something – we could pray on it, right?

I didn’t know the origins of “winging it”, so I googled it, which brings many reputable references: It comes from the theater, “to wing it”, it is to prep in the wings of the stage, study up, but not quite prepared. The wings themselves are named for the winged stage panels that were stored there (Italian origin hundreds of years ago)… and of course it’s about the hiddenness of the theater wings… off stage and unseen. (Who likes to hide in the wings huh? Even if much work is done there.)

What about us, do we stay off-scene? How do we venture into life? Is it a play over and over again like “Groundhog Day”? But remember that Bill Murray’s character was allowed to or ended up changing the pattern, if ever so slightly, each time. He was brought to learn something – even if it was that the weather was unpredictable but life was not. We could do that too – change it up a little each time. And “winging it” is the option to rely on what we DID learn in the wings, and praying on it all for the rest of the way. I will “Wing it” on a Prayer.

I think when we pray, it’s like the warmth of our hearts and the movement of the Spirit that lifts the whole situation. You could request a prayer time and time again to be lifted up, it starts its own turbine.  Recently a friend, just out of surgery, asked me to throw up some prayers for her, and I immediately humorously thought of NOT the baseball type of throw, after surgery… Well,  prayers all around.  And it’s always that the currents of prayers are from those that are formulating from the depth of the Spirit in us, a feeling placed in us to bring up and to bring us up. It’s God’s Way to start His own air/prayer currents – for lift – for reaching – for catching. I know that the Lord isn’t waiting lofty on high for the prayers, He is on the ground, starting to blow them around. 

“Livin’ on a Prayer” – Bon Jovi sings. I think that could be true every day when we step out that door, or even hide in our PJs under the covers. We are asking for help, as we should. There is no wrong in asking God for His Right Way to deal with a situation.  In other words, God knows the best way for us to approach the current day (haha funny, current day and current blowing Way). We would never leave the wings of the stage without the lift of God – Yes, let those angel wings move like the army they are intended to be. We would never get to stay in the wings hidden, because those situtaions themselves are scenes that are movable on a temporary stage of earth. And God sees everything. 

So keep moving today, on a wing AND on a Prayer. “Rise on the wings of the dawn.” You will always have God’s Lift. God knows where to go, blow, flow.

Amen 

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Psalm 139

For the director of music. Of David.

You have searched me, Lord, and you know me.You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you, Lord, know it completely. You hem me in behind and before, and you lay your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain.

Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me close.

If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,” even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.

How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand— when I awake, I am still with you.

If only you, God, would slay the wicked! Away from me, you who are bloodthirsty! They speak of you with evil intent; your adversaries misuse your name. Do I not hate those who hate you, Lord, and abhor those who are in rebellion against you? I have nothing but hatred for them; I count them my enemies.

Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.