“People who have come to know the joy of God do not deny the darkness, but they choose not to live in it. They claim that the light that shines in the darkness can be trusted more than the darkness itself and that a little bit of light can dispel a lot of darkness. They point each other to flashes of light here and there, and remind each other that they reveal the hidden but real presence of God. They discover that there are people who heal each other’s wounds, forgive each other’s offenses, share their possessions, foster the spirit of community, celebrate the gifts they have received, and live in constant anticipation of the full manifestation of God’s glory.” HENRI NOUWEN
Where have you seen the LIGHT this week? Take a few minutes and think about this.
Where have you been blind to the LIGHT? How have you gotten sucked into the darkness? Talk to Jesus about this and ask him for forgiveness and new sight!
Where have you seen the LIGHT dispel the darkness?
How do you need to receive more of the JOY OF GOD? What can you do today to experience JOY? What do you need to stop doing in order to be more joy-filled?
Who is pointing you to flashes of light in these crazy days? Thank Jesus for them.
How can you bring more LIGHT to your family, roommates, neighborhood in the days ahead? Ask Jesus to show you and help you!
ACTION:
READ Psalm 34 and Matthew 5:1-12 each day this week. Allow the words to bring you LIGHT, PEACE and HEALING.
Pray for your country, each day this week. Pray for peace and justice and “our better angels” to prevail.
LIGHT A CANDLE or use your flashlight as a reminder that God’s LIGHT is brighter than the darkness. SHINE the flashlight on a map of your country or your city and pray for God’s LIGHT TO SHINE and BE SEEN there.
READ 1 John 3:1-3. What helps you remember that you are totally loved by Jesus and you are a child of God?
How can you see other people as God’s children today? How can you share more of God’s LOVE AND LIGHT even to those who disagree with you or think differently than you do?
TAKE TIME TO REST! This is an exhausting season! And if you are living in America, the waiting on the election results has added to the exhaustion and anxiety! We all need REST and time to restore our souls, time to recover from the trauma and the drama we are all living in. MAKE time to REST this weekend.
BE STILL and KNOW
CLOSING PRAYER
Lord!
Give us grace today to love as you love. Help us to love with extravagance.
Give us hope today for ourselves and others. Heal our hurts and our hearts today,
So we can serve and help those around us. Help us to know that you are enough.
And help us live today and everyday in thankfulness. For all you’ve done and for all you bless us with.
In the Name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. AMEN.
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In Melbourne, Australia, we are several months into our second lockdown, in this piece I explore the potential of seeing this COVID-impacted season as one of pilgrimage – those journeys never seem to take you where you think you’ll go… that pretty much sums up 2020. How are you travelling on the path to the “new normal”?
I listen to people talk about a “new normal”. I hear it as something ‘out there’ and I wonder, “Who’s making it? Who’s working on building the new normal?”
Sometimes I catch up with friends (over zoom or for a socially distanced walk) and they’ve discovered something wonderful in this season and they ask: “What can I do to keep this? How can I keep living my life with this in it once things go back to normal?”. There is that word again. Normal. This idea that normal is something that happens outside of us and is controlled by forces outside of us. But what we’re really talking about is life, or culture, and culture is made up of ‘the values, beliefs, underlying assumptions, attitudes, and behaviors shared by a group of people’. How and why is lockdown having an impact on these?
In trying to come up with a parallel for this lockdown experience, I started thinking about the idea of pilgrimage. Pilgrimage is a conscious stepping aside from life as normal in order to explore and experience a totally new environment such as: a journey to the Red Centre, walking the El Camino or doing an internship, or taking a sabbatical often for a time of discernment or at a time of transition such as a relationship or job ending. Anyone who has had experiences of this kind will know that it is not the destination that teaches us something, but rather what we learn along the way as we are taking the journey.
We have not been able to choose to take this pilgrimage, but regardless there are similarities: We have needed to let go of the ‘way things have always been’ and consider what else they might be. The routines aren’t there, the busyness, the commuting, the activities and events that take up our time… the bustle of life has slowed because we cannot travel more than 5kms and need to be home before a curfew. There is an invitation here to consider, what is essential to us? What can we survive well without or even is a relief to stop? Unbidden, we are being asked to reconsider, “What are my values, beliefs, assumptions…”?
Here’s what can happen on a pilgrimage: when you sit with a empty horizon before you and allow the land to speak to you, you will discover how full it is; or when you walk (and walk and walk) and hold silence within yourself knowing yourself to be walking where many others have walked, and will walk again, you can identify both as singular and part of the collective of all of humanity; or when you visit a new country and experience being the person who doesn’t know the language, the food, courtesies, jokes or the slang and might know for the first time that you can be the ‘other’ too… it’s not the place we go that changes, or the places we come back to – but us. I don’t know that change is the right word for this because, really, it’s remembering, and re-membering. A coming back to the wholeness of who we feel called to be, and how we can be – and become – that which we lost sight of somehow.
Here’s what can happen on a pilgrimage: when you walk in your neighbourhood, you meet and get to know your own neighbours, discover a little library, a lovely garden, a cute letterbox – familiar and new as if you were trying to memorise the face of a loved one before you lose them, suddenly there are details you never saw before and they are precious; or when you are removed from friends, family and the usual social circles, you paint a spoon for Spoonville, put a teddy bear in the window, and leave groceries at the free pantry. Learning without words, without touch, without ever meeting, I can connect with someone and that can be profoundly meaningful; or when you are stuck with someone, or stuck apart, stuck in a job you need or stuck on a job you love and can’t go to right now, you recognise the fragility of life and how important it is to do what you love with the people you love best and who love you well – what will it cost you to have that? What is it worth to have that?
This seems the spot where you might easily drop T.S. Eliot’s ‘the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time’. T.S. Eliot wrote these Four Quartets during World War II and the air-raids on Great Britain. It is good to remember that these times ARE precedented. Pandemics have ravaged with worldwide impact before, as disease arrived on cruise ships, so too, it came with the First Fleet. People have lived through experiences wondering if the world would ever be the same again, wondering whether a safe world would exist for their children to grow up in. It is this line from Eliot that drew me today:
“last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.”
The new normal belongs to you.
It is yours to discover. It is yours to remember.
I invite you to gently and creatively engage with any/all of these questions through journaling, a vision board, mind map, or other mindfulness practice you enjoy, as you make your way onwards.
Reflection questions:
- Is there anything you have discovered a lockdown love for? Make a list… what did this teach you about yourself you didn’t know before? What needs did these meet?
- Make a list of things you have felt you’ve missed or lost in lockdown. What do you value about them?
- Are there things that you haven’t missed? What has putting these down, freed up capacity for?
Land, family, law, ceremony and language are five key interconnected elements of Indigenous culture – how have the interventions and new laws of the lockdown impacted how these elements in your life have looked over the past few months? Was there somewhere outside your 5kms you longed for? How were rituals different, such as birthdays, weddings or funerals? Have you been using Zoom, Google Hangouts, Discord… or silenced by in accessibility of software or skills?
Has this time brought up things from the past that have been painful or difficult? Honour that. Celebrate what you know about survival. Consider doing a compare and contrast of then and now as a way of seeing how far you’ve come and how much resiliency you have learned. If someone was absent – who is present? If someone harmed – who is healing?
Has this time brought attention to or caused areas of your life to become painful or difficult? Honour that. What is this telling you about what’s important to you? One way to enter into this conversation might be to map What Is/What Could Be. Know you are worthy of dignity and respect and a life that fulfills you and brings you joy. Are there any steps, however small, that might create movement between what is and what could be? Take them.
Did you take up new, or see changes in, the roles and relationships you have through COVID? As teacher, partner, parent, friend… acknowledge these shifts. What can you appreciate about them?
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Photo by Talitha Fraser
by Sue Duby
Finding a home was hard. Not just hard… impossible. We’d moved from a tiny town in East Texas where houses rarely sold quickly and prices seemed so low as “not to be imagined” in any other part of the country. Nashville decided to boom, drawing folks from California with real estate cash offers. Nissan and other companies marked this as the spot to move their headquarter operations.
Driving around for days, we knew we wanted a backyard of refuge. A place to refuel. A place to find quiet, contemplative moments. A place to see green, not the neighbor’s kitchen windows. A place to sip our morning coffee and star gaze at night. A dream, but an important one for us.
Just when every potential house sold before we could even have a second thought and be equally, impossibly out of our price range, a listing popped up. I looked at Chuck with a sigh. “I don’t know about the house, but we should probably just check out the neighborhood anyway”. He returned a sigh in agreement.
As our realtor opened the front door, we stepped across the threshold, looked at teach other and gasped, “I think this is it!”. Without a further step, we could see right through the house to huge windows, framing an expanse of green. Within eight hours, the deal was sealed.
Our patio view included a crazy stretch of lawn… ours merged with six neighbors’ since none of us had fences. Each of those lawns rolled down the hillside to a bright white fence bordering ten acres of forest.
Halfway down the hill stood The Willow. A huge billowing mass of waving fronds of green, draped like an umbrella around the trunk and branches. Children loved to park underneath, as if it was a magical hideout. Gentle breezes caused branches to sway in a near hypnotizing motion… calming and beautiful. So many evenings we’d comment, “If we ever lose our willow, we’ll be so very sad!!!”.
As year eight passed, we began to notice some dead branches. Chuck sawed a few off. Year nine, bigger branches turned brown. Then, a neighbor offered to trim more, but said to Chuck, “You know, the tree really needs to just come down”. Chuck called me at work to ask for my decision. I groaned, then gave permission. We laughed in the midst of sadness, knowing an era was over. Down The Willow came, leaving only the remnant of a small stump on the hillside. Neighbors carted off the branches for firewood and suddenly it was finished… all gone.
After work, we headed out to the patio to sit… and look… and ponder… and be still. I broke the silence. “You know, it actually looks nice. Our yard looks huge. The big river birch next door is so tall and I never knew! Now it has room to fill out even more.” We stared at the woods. “I never noticed that hole in the tree line where the sky peeks through… so beautiful!” Within minutes, we sighed in agreement. “This is good, really good”.
Later that night as I pondered, I knew God was nudging me about The Willow. The old, safe, familiar is so very comfortable. It’s known. It seems to fit. It just “is”. It doesn’t require adjusting. The new is just that… new, unfamiliar, uncertain, surprising and definitely not known.
In chopping The Willow down, we feared what we’d find. A distasteful view from the patio. A sorrowful reminder of what “was”, but what “was no more”. Disappointment in our decision. Wondering if things could ever be as “good” as they were with The Willow standing tall. It took a step of faith, trusting that chopping was the best thing. Circumstances lined up… Chuck had a morning free, our neighbor offered his skill (for free), our other neighbor had been looking for free wood. Still, we hesitated.
How often, O Lord, do you set a decision before us? You give some information… enough to ponder, not quite enough to be “sure” on our own without trusting You for the bigger picture. Then You wait for us to act, without us knowing how things will really turn out… a bit scared, maybe a lot scared… yet choosing to trust You. Often those decisions involve letting go of the “old” to make room for the “new”. Somehow, You rarely allow us to have both… to hold on to what we’ve had AND grab on to what You’ve planned ahead. It’s all a lot of trusting and believing that You do in fact know what You are doing in our lives!
We missed The Willow, but the new view was so very amazing! Open, majestic and fresh. We began to say often, “Why didn’t we chop it down sooner???”. May The Willow be our constant reminder to boldly dare to trust that You have something better beyond the old tree trunk.
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All photos by Sue Duby, used with permission
by Carol Dixon
As England and many other places around the world are facing a resurgence of Coronavirus and go into stricter lockdowns, I found Psalm 27 (a Psalm of praise!) a real help to learn to ‘wait on the Lord and rest in his strength’ bringing a sense of peace amid the turmoil which seems to be particularly prevalent just now.
Psalm 27 – a prayer of praise by David is very encouraging during these times.
1 The Lord is my light and my salvation
– whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the stronghold of my life
– of whom shall I be afraid?
3 Though an army besiege me,
my heart will not fear;
though war break out against me,
even then I will be confident.
4 One thing I ask from the Lord,
this only do I seek:
that I may dwell in the presence of the Lord
all the days of my life,
to gaze on the beauty of the Lord
and to seek him in his temple.
5 For in the day of trouble
he will keep me safe;
14 Wait for the Lord;
be strong and take heart;
his power shall strengthen you,
his love increase your joy,
his mercy will lengthen your days;
The Lord will give you peace.
The Lord will give you peace.
Reflection on Peace (by an unknown Christian writer)
In our ordinary lives it is important from time to time to sit with God in silence, to rest in the Lord. This state of being quiet before God suggests complete confidence and ease at being in the presence of God. In our society we are so used to striving for things, to owning things, to earning the approval of others, that it is very hard to think of ourselves as usefully employed if we are just ‘being’, resting in God. What those of us who try to tread this pilgrimage of peace must always remember is that just being in God’s presence is all-sufficient. When we are wholly present to God, we are wholly present to ourselves and wholly present to the whole of creation.
Yet those who abide in the peace of the Lord aren’t always called to be ‘at rest’. At times, it is true, it is necessary – if not vital – for our well being to withdraw from the world and wait quietly with God, resting our bodies, stilling our minds, and renewing our souls in order to restore our equilibrium in life. But the peace Jesus gives – his parting gift to his disciples – is a different kind of peace. The kind of peace Jesus himself had, as he was being manhandled by the soldiers propelling him to his death; the peace he retained when he was being shouted at and abused by the Jewish authorities at the mockery of his trial, and bruised and battered by the Romans taking out all their frustrations on this one Man for the years of unsuccessfully trying to control a recalcitrant nation. It is the peace Jesus had before Pilate, during his flogging and subsequent cruel crucifixion. It is the peace of God beyond our understanding, a gift of the Spirit (for all who love the Lord) that will carry us through whatever life flings at us – peace in the midst of war, hatred from afar or conflict at home; peace in the trials of illness, invasive investigations, or surgery; peace in times of loneliness, grief or desolation; the peace we receive from the scarred hands of Jesus himself. It is the peace the world cannot give, the gift of heaven on earth.
Peace Prayer (by Revd Kate Compston)
Peace is like gossamer – vulnerable, yet indestructible:
tear it, and it will be rewoven.
Peace does not despair.
Begin to weave a web of peace:
Start in the centre and make peace with yourself
and your God.
Take the thread outwards
and build peace within your family,
your community
and in the circle of those you find it hard to like.
Then stretch your concern into all the world.
Weave a web of peace and do not despair.
Love is the warp in the fabric of life:
truth is the weft:
care and integrity together – vulnerable,
but ultimately indestructible.
Together, they spell Peace.
Some Further Thoughts on Peace
The Peace Plough, a mile or so from Flodden Field at Crookham United Reformed Church, is a Peace Garden which was dedicated in 2013 to commemorate the 500th anniversary of the battle of Flodden between the Scots and English. The garden was designed by a borderer, Dougie James of Galashiels who described it like this: “The peace garden progresses from a mood of anger, fear, and repression represented in the first black section, through to a space of conflict and confrontation in the red section, to loss and coldness in the grey garden, then to forgiveness in the white and gold space, and finally to the garden of renewal. Visitors will be given a guided tour through the whole garden which is in the shape of a horseshoe, moving from the dark spiky plants of the conflict zone to the rich colours and small pool in the reconciliation area.”
The peace plough (from St Cuthbert’s Centre, Holy Island) made by Susan Andrews of Garstang is constructed from decommissioned guns, grenades and ammunition with vine leaves sprouting from barbed wire. It is hoped that the garden and the peace centre in the church will provide a quiet place for people to relax, reflect and let go of everyday stresses, and that it will particularly help those dealing with conflict, war or confusion in their lives, offering them some thought-space and perhaps a sense of closure and peace.
Peace to you
Peace to you
and every good that life can bring;
Evening’s song
is calling us to wonder.
The night has come
and all is quiet now
to end the day in listening.
Shadows fall
and linger long till morning;
In life’s hand
today becomes a memory.
Look up and see
the vast and endless sky,
who knows how far and wide
the stars intensely shine.
Calm again
are hearts so weary from the day;
life gives peace,
and peace will bring the morning’s song,
and peace will bring the morning’s song.
©(Monks of Weston Priory, USA)
“Peace to You”, sung by Carol Dixon
Feature photo of Peace Rose © Christine Sine
by guest writer J. Thomas
I think that
I shall never see,
a world as lovely as a tree.
Green it stands straight and tall
Generously giving love and shade to all
Who is there like you and to whom can I compare?
Your beauty is beyond my words, and all the angels stare
At your richness and gentleness, your meekness and your grace
If only I could see you and put my lips on your tender face
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Come back, oh thirst, come back sweet desire!
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There is none that can compare with thee
Thou glorious and loving sea
There is none that matches thee
Thou awesome and triumphant being
I praise and I adore you for who you are
But my thirst and my desire have gone far
Come back, oh thirst, come back sweet desire
Fill me with your presence, fill me with your fire
Hold nothing back, consume me up
Let your grace flow and overflow my cup
There is none that can compare with thee
For you are God and always will be
Take me into your presence Lord and fill my heart with thee
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That I accomplished something on my own, when it was only play
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Keep me safe in your loving arms as the world around me fades away
Keep me close with your loving gaze as you chase the darkness into day
Give me your right hand and rest it upon my cheek
Give me thy left and stay with me when I am weak
And always, too, lest I grow proud thinking in my own way
That I accomplished something on my own, when it was only play
You are the real strength behind every move I make
The wind in my lungs, the blood and bones when I shake
Take care of me, my love, my one and only true Dad
Show me thy grace every time I am feeling sad
Sing praises over me and fill me with your peace
Let me give praise to you, a praise that will never cease
Every time I see you, I will sing and shout for joy
Every time I hear you, I will worship as a man and as a boy
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Psalm 139:14b – Your works are wonderful, I know that full well
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No praise is too lavish, no adoration undue
But every good and perfect gift comes from you
You and you alone are my heart’s only want and need
To be near you and to know you, if only by work and deed
Your ways are too wonderful for me and I may never understand
But at least I can stand in awe of you, for your hand upon this land
I wish there were more time to praise, a few more seconds of you and me
But I know that I am the world to you, a beauty and a tree
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But I know that I am the world to you, a beauty and a tree
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Bio for J. Thomas
Almost 20 years after returning from a short-term mission trip to Mongolia, J. Thomas is publishing his book Dry and Barren Land: Walking through Seasons of spiritual dryness in a blog format at dryandbarren.com. As a religion major at Dartmouth College, he studied philosophy, biblical studies, and the sociology of income inequality. J. Thomas lives in New Jersey with his wife of 17 years and their 4-year-old daughter who loves being read the book, The Thomasbears and Great Door, a book (for kids of all ages) he wrote for his wife on their 4-year anniversary. He taught himself guitar to express love to God in worship and devotion. J. Thomas also picked up a new hobby in July 2020, tweeting under @dryandbarren to translate mainstream Christian truths for our generation.
by Christine Sine
This year I planned to celebrate Halloween… for the first time ever!!! I did not grow up with this celebration and have tended to shy away from its ghoulish and sometimes demonic associations. We have held alternative celebrations like All Saints night parties (after all that is where All Hallow’s Eve comes from), but this year, I found myself craving fun and laughter and wanted to celebrate in ways that would be fun for the rest of our community and for our neighbourhood.
And it was fun, at least at the beginning of the evening when two of our community members created a pulley system so that we could send candy down to the trick or treaters. Neighbours had equally as creative ways of getting candy down our steep slopes without getting too close to the trick or treaters .
Trick or treat slide
We cleared out the driveway and set up games for Xavier, and our next door neighbours’ kids, put together snack packs and figured out how to distribute candy from a distance to other kids and adults prowling the neighbourhood. I even planned to wear a costume, not very creative – I pulled out my 1970s sheepskin coat from New Zealand, put on my wonderful sheepskin boots and my Akubra hat and made myself into a wooly Australian sheep.
I just got dressed when I found out that our dog God had gotten into some mushrooms and we ended up spending the next few hours at the emergency vet clinic.
Gratitude Pumpkins Stirs a New Practice
What I was really looking forward to was the gratitude pumpkins we planned to set out, a practice suggested by my Canadian friend, Tom Balke, inviting people to contribute their words of thankfulness and gratitude. Fortunately that is only postponed and we will write on them tonight at our community meeting. For me this marked the beginning of a gratitude month. I usually start my gratitude season straight after Canadian Thanksgiving at the beginning of October, but gratitude has been a little slow in coming this year and I needed fun and laughter to ignite it.
Painted leaves
Painted leaves
Over the weekend, I replaced my gratitude garden and pulled out my gratitude journal and have been thinking about other practices that help me get in the gratitude frame of mind.
To the leaves we painted at our community meeting last week, I have added others with words of thankfulness and hope and used them to decorate the dining room table. That has fulfilled my need for fun and I look forward to continuing it over the next month.
Evening Gratitude Practice
Gratitude journal
I have instituted an evening gratitude practice which hopefully I will be disciplined enough to maintain throughout the month – and my gratitude journal is big enough to remind me to do this and record my daily gratitudes.
Gratitude Scavenger Hunt
Tom and I still go for daily awe and wonder walks, but we are also going for shorter walks in the afternoon that I plan to make into more of a gratitude scavenger hunt. What am I grateful for about our neighbourhood? To be honest, I am not really sure so this will be a good discipline for me. And as the month progresses, I hope to move this practice inside the house. What am I grateful for:
- in my relationship with Tom?
- in our house?
- in our community?
- in my garden?
What Is Your Response?
I would love it if you would consider joining me over the next month with your own gratitude practices. What would they look like? How could they become a part of our daily routine throughout November? If you aren’t sure how to do this, check out some of the gratitude suggestions in our seasonal resource lists and enjoy this season of gratitude with me.
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