By Lilly Lewin
Last week, my freerangefriday post was our devotion from our thinplaceNASHVILLE gathering where we follow the lectionary readings and are looking into the gospel of Matthew. In Matthew 14, Jesus tries to get away from it all to process the death of his cousin John, but instead, he is confronted by a huge crowd looking for him. I said last week, that I would have been totally frustrated by this group of people and totally angered by their intrusion on my retreat. But not Jesus!
Jesus has compassion on them when he sees them! And he goes on to heal them and do a huge miracle among them!
This story of the miracle of the feeding of the five thousand has got me thinking of where we are in the middle of 2020… in the midst of a pandemic… an election year here in the states and in so much disruption and confusion.
In the gospels, the disciples are given the opportunity, the invitation, to imagine a whole new world with Jesus!
A world where one lunch can feed more than 5000!
A world where there are always leftovers… always more than enough!
And like the disciples, we are invited into a world where we get to do miracles with Jesus!
We are invited to participate in the KINGDOM COMING NOW!
SIT and BE with this question this week and really ask Jesus to show you where you are and what might need to change.
Where can your lunch, your gifts, be multiplied in your neighborhood? Do you know your neighbors? Start with who lives on either side of you. What can you do to bring them joy?
What can your faith community do to bring the Kingdom of love and compassion, healing and justice to your neighborhood? Or to each of the streets represented by your community?
What if we saw our neighborhoods, our work places, the places we shop and live day-to-day as real invitations to learn and grow and serve? Are we willing to LISTEN and to LEARN?
Could we be willing to partner with groups already at work in our communities rather than having to start something new? Take time to investigate and learn about a group or organization, non profit, etc working to bring healing and justice in your community.
What if this crazy season is an opportunity, an invitation to BE STILL rather than to be busy? To rest more and restore our souls. What would you need to do or stop doing, in order to find more rest and stillness in your life?
Buy a box of gold fish crackers, bake a loaf of bread or even just use the store bought loaf of bread to remind you of the abundance of God this week. As you make a sandwich or eat some crackers, be grateful for the abundance of God. Take time to thank Jesus for all the gifts around you even in this crazy season.
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.
As we are exploring awe and wonder, we are recognizing that others are as well during this time. Wanted to share with you a few poems by a guest writer, George Taylor. We hope you enjoy them as much as we have.
“‘Walk with Me’ was written virtually all in one go after looking at an old photograph of me and my two brothers. Sadly, my brother Raymond died at the age of 35 in 1992 and later that year my mother died. I have to be honest, my faith was severely tested at that time. A local bereavement group asked for permission to print off my poem, which I
gladly gave.”
“‘Alongside Me’ was written after I took a photograph of some poppies in Alnmouth and just because I was glad to be alive. I have written quite a few poems to accompany my photographs, some in the Northumberland Dialect.”
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George Taylor’s Bio
“My name is George Taylor, I am 67 years old and I am a proud father to Jennifer and grandfather to Matthew and Evie.
I was born in Alnwick and have lived here all my life. After passing my 11 plus exam, I went to the Dukes Grammar School for boys in 1964. I was at that time an Altar Boy at St Paul’s Church in Alnwick. I still keep in touch with my classmates via 2 weekly online meetings. My how we have changed since 1964. I left the Dukes School in 1970 at the age of 16 and started working for the Government in an office in Alnwick. In the last few years of my career, I worked in Longbenton, which was a 64 mile round trip every day. I retired at the age of 58 after 42 years service. I bought a camera as a retirement gift to myself and started my amateur landscape photography hobby. I started a Facebook page called GT Photos to display my Landscape and Townscape photos. As of today, I have 1,966 people who follow me from all corners of the world. My wife Eileen suggested that I put a little potted history on my photographs of Alnwick, I am glad she did as it is very popular with the followers of my page. I have made it clear that folks are more than welcome to share or print off copies of my photos free of charge. As for my poetry, I have no idea where the words come from, they just arrive in my head.”
All photos and poems above are by George Taylor, used with permission. To see more work by George Taylor, click here.
One of the big things that is taught about how to look after your mental health is not to compare yourself to others because your trauma, your issues, your situation, is yours and it is hard for you. It may appear easier than someone else’s, but that doesn’t matter. As lockdown has eased, there have been more articles appearing about how those born from about 1990’s are struggling with lockdown and those born before 1965 are wondering what all the fuss is about.
I have been trying to write a blog post about rights and privileges but it hasn’t been coming. I did do one just after the Brexit vote which flowed but this one was not coming. Lots of drafts but nothing that made sense to what I wanted to write. Then, after receiving a forwarded article from a friend from her local vicar, and going for a long walk on the beach with the dog, it all fell into place.
In this article, from my friend’s vicar, he talks of all the major historic events that happened for those born in 1900 compared to those born in 2000. And yes, those born this century have not had to deal with 2 world wars, plus 2 minor wars that the West was involved in, major economic crashes, and the Spanish flu, amongst other things. And yes, those things are horrendous and are not comparable to not being able to go to school, not being able to hang out with friends, not knowing if you can go abroad on holiday, of having to wear masks, of being confined at home, missing out on growing and developing as an adult at university. No, they do not compare, but they are the issues that young people are having to walk through and it does not make them any less traumatic.
As another retired friend of mine said that even though she misses her friends and her clubs, etc, she has had a life that she can look back on when she’s at home on her own. There is the phone to call people and she’s getting the hang of video calling too. But as she says, she’s had her life. Even for myself, I missed seeing people for those first couple of months, but now I can go visiting and am even off to England to see family. I’m even restarting horse riding today. I have reached a stage in my life where I don’t want much but that is because I have done things, travelled, partied, had freedom to come and go as I like, in my teens, 20s and 30s.
Also, I believe our media has spent that this century pumping anxiety into us from climate change to Brexit to terrorism. We live in fear and are constantly in flight or fight mode but can do nothing to change it. So our young people have been born into this high anxiety media storm with social media and image overriding so much. So no, it isn’t a World War or any of the things listed above, but this lockdown is riding on the back of traumas, anxieties and much more. As well as the media portraying the pandemic as possibly never ending.
So let us be kind to those who look at some of things that we might see as privileges as their right. Let us try and understand why they feel this way and not just tell them that “it was harder in my day“. That really isn’t helpful. That piles on the guilt which makes anxieties even stronger. It becomes not just “what is wrong with the world” but “what is wrong with me“.
I’m sure Jesus would have listened to both the young and the old and all those in between without judgement or condemnation. Shall we give it a go?
Photo above by Diane Woodrow – Reykjavik Iceland early morning Oct 2016
by Sue Duby
Most who know me would say I have a grand spirit of adventure, eager to grab hold of the new and exciting. . . ready to explore, see wonder and create those “this is life!” experiences. I’ve jumped off a ship for a swim in the middle of the Atlantic with miles of water beneath me (let’s not consider what else was swimming around!). I’ve savored new cultures in 33 countries . . . and counting. I left home, friends and seeming security with Chuck and two youngsters for 30 years of excitement with two faith-based non-profits, raising our own funding along the way. All of it with certainty that God had me in His eye, watching and guiding, going before and protecting even with LOTS of unknowns.
The crazy thing in the midst? I can equally flip to a posture of caution, hesitation and angst, not sure if I can trust steps before me or future events. It’s easy to throw out a quick “I trust you God”, but do I really? I say “Yes” in my heart, but my actions (or lack of) prove otherwise. Sitting quietly this morning, trying to calm my fluttering heart over a silly topic on my “worry list”, I paused and sensed a whisper. “Trust Me”. That was it. Two words. Clear as a bell. Not to be forgotten or ignored. Simple, yet profound. I know this. . . yet I heard it with fresh attention. Almost like a child getting a gentle, yet stern reprimand and reminder.
Trust by dictionary standard is the “firm belief in the reliability, truth, ability, or strength of someone or something”. Without a thought, I scoot into my chair for dinner, never wondering if the legs will collapse beneath me. Simple trust. Somehow, trusting the One who created me, carried me, led me and protected me for all my years unfolds differently. I can’t “inspect” reliability like checking those chair legs. I have to choose trust. To exercise a measure of faith that says, “For all Your ways I’ve seen and tasted, for all Your words I believe, I will move forward in trust”.
Most days, the “trusting way” just unfolds and brings joy and release. However, there’s one interrupter that often confounds the journey. . . control. I love to be in charge (when I choose it). I’m known for some strong opinions on how things should go (just ask my patient husband, Chuck!). When I’m uncertain or unsure, I quickly take the reins and at least attempt to control the situation or future plans. When I work to control, I end up with an ongoing tension of pushing and grabbing hold that’s exhausting! When I choose to trust, muscles relax and peace invades. Often, it’s a roller coaster ride of “grab and hold”, then “let go and let Him” and repeat. . . many times.
“But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him. They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drouth and never fails to bear fruit.” Jeremiah 17:7-8
Wow. Trust involves so much more than just me letting go. The root word here means to be confident, bold and secure. As I boldly step forth (requiring faith) in trust, my confidence builds and I am wrapped securely in His arms of love and protection. As I do so, even more unfolds.
I am “planted” like a tree. A sense of being “anchored” firmly. Roots spread out into the stream. . . a continual feeding and filling by God’s spirit providing all I need. Hope, joy and peace are mine to have.
“It does not fear when heat comes”. When pressures mount, life swirls with unanswered questions, the world looks crazy. . . I can truly be free from fear, because I have trusted Him in it all.
“Its leaves are always green”. Unlike my garden, so very lush at the moment and glaringly bare after the first frost. . . trusting Him leads to ongoing visible proof of life (His in me). Not just green in color, but “luxuriant or fresh” in the original text.
“. . .never fails to bear fruit”. Trust is not just for my benefit. As I trust, my life bears fruit. In my letting go and allowing Him to take charge, He works to use my life to touch and encourage others.
I smiled reading the June 7th entry in Jesus Calling this morning.
“Who is in charge of your life? If it is you, then you have good reason to worry. But since I [the Lord] am in charge, worry is both unnecessary and counterproductive.” Bingo!
It all seems so simple. One step. . . just trust Him. In doing so, I’m promised security, anchoring, filling, peace and an abundant life. So, I boldly say, “Lord, have your way. Let me let You lead. Let me watch You work your wonder in my life and those around me. You, indeed are a gracious God who knows my frame and delights in going before me in all my days. AMEN.”
by Christine Sine
This process of discernment can be a humbling but joy-filled one, I am discovering. This week it has taken an interesting turn as I find myself not reaching to touch the greatness of a cosmic God but reaching inward to find the intimacy of a divine friend.
Two quotes have stood out for me.
From John O’Donohue’s Anam Cara, a book that I didn’t even think of as part of my discernment process, but that I am currently re-reading together with a close friend.
Jesus is the secret Anam Cara of every individual. In friendship with him we enter the tender beauty of the Trinity. In the embrace of this eternal friendship we dare to be free. (O’Donohue, 15)
A couple of days ago, I felt that God said to me, “I don’t just want you to know me as your holy and glorious God but as your soul friend – as the One who is there to share your deepest desires and greatest struggles with.”
Wow talk about humbling and awe inspiring all at the same time. I grew up with the idea that “Jesus is your friend” but I must confess my understanding of this was of more of a casual acquaintance than of a close and intimate friend. To sit in the presence of the ultimate soul friend, share my desires and struggles and listening attentively expecting God to answer was a totally new and refreshing concept for me.
Next from Henri Nouwen’s Discernment:
“When I have no eyes for the small signs of God’s presence – the smile of a baby, the carefree play of children, the words of encouragement and gestures of love offered by friends – I remain spiritually bind. (Nouwen, 114)
Though I have gone through times of discernment before and have usually taken two or three days away from everything to make that possible, I have never before had an extended at home season like COVID has provided that enables me to slow down my inner being to a place of inner quiet and unhurried noticing like this.
Out of these reflections has come a prayer that I suspect will see me through a great deal of my discernment time. I begin each of my sessions by reading it as a way to focus. I pause between each verse and savour the rich and delightful sense of God drawing closer as I do so.
Precious God, beloved of my soul
I burrow into the wonder of your love.
I feel you in me, round me, on left and on right.
I look for your glory and magnificence,
You show me the small, the hidden and the vulnerable.
I hope to see your greatness,
Instead you draw me into the precious intimacy of divine friendship.
I expect clear direction,
You instead reveal one step at a time.
Not a goal but a journey,
Not a destination but a daily listening.
I rest in your quiet closeness,
Soul friend, heart mate, eternal companion,
Guide me on the true path,
Of love and compassion and generosity.
(Christine Sine August 2020)
So my questions for this week:
What helps me slow down so that I can notice the small, the hidden and the vulnerable aspects of who God is?
What practices sharpen my awareness of divine friendship?
Once again I am posting the beautiful contemplative service from St Andrews Episcopal church in Seattle. Enjoy.
A contemplative service for the Tenth Sunday after Pentecost. Carrie Grace Littauer, Prayer Leader, with music by Kester Limner and Andy Myers.
Permission to podcast/stream the music in this service obtained from One License with license #A-710-756
by Rachel Taber-Hamilton, Shackan First Nation
On August 9th we celebrate International Day of the World’s Indigenous People. There are an estimated 476 million indigenous peoples in the world living across 90 countries. They make up less than 5 percent of the world’s population, but account for 15 percent of the poorest people in the world. Indigenous peoples across the globe share common problems related to the protection of their rights as distinct peoples due to the impact of historical and modern forces of colonialism.
The efforts to draft a United Nations statement addressing the protection of indigenous peoples worldwide date back over several decades. On August 9, 1982, the United Nations Working Group on Indigenous Populations of the Sub-Commission on the Promotion and Protection of Human Rights met for the first time. Twelve years later, in 1994, the United Nations General Assembly decided that the International Day of the World’s Indigenous Peoples would be observed annually on August 9th.
After years of dialogue and study, the United Nations Human Rights Council adopted the Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples on June 29, 2006. After further debates, politicized maneuvering, and negotiations the Declaration was adopted through majority vote on September 13, 2007, with 144 nation states in favor and 4 votes against (Australia, Canada, New Zealand and the United States). The nay votes were cast by nation states in which Western colonialism had historically deprived indigenous peoples of their rights, lands, and resources as conquered peoples. Recognizing indigenous rights was deemed not to be in the best interest of the dominant culture powers in those nation states.
Nine years have passed since the UN Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples was adopted by the General Assembly. Since then, the four countries voting against have reversed their position and now support the Declaration. Today, the Declaration is the most comprehensive international instrument on the rights of indigenous peoples. It establishes a universal framework of minimum standards for the survival, dignity and well-being of the indigenous peoples of the world and it elaborates on existing human rights standards and fundamental freedoms as they apply to the specific situation of indigenous peoples.
Since it was instituted in 1982, the International Day of the World’s Indigenous People has focused on a specific theme for education. This year’s theme is COVID-19 and indigenous peoples’ resilience. The UN hopes to recognize the innovative ways indigenous peoples continue demonstrating resilience and strength in the face of the pandemic while confronting grave threats to their survival.
Indigenous peoples around the globe tend to be at higher risk from emerging infectious diseases compared to other populations. Covid-19 is no exception. In the US, one in every 2,300 indigenous Americans has died, compared to one in 3,600 white Americans – making them the second most at-risk ethnic category in the US after black Americans.
As of August 5, 2020, the Navajo Nation has experienced a total of 9,156 cases of COVID-19, with the total number of deaths at 463. Currently, the Navajo Nation has the highest infection rate in the country, greater than that of the worst-hit state, New York; it is even greater than that of Wuhan at the height of the outbreak in China. Meanwhile, Native people make up only around one-tenth of New Mexico’s population but more than 55 percent of its coronavirus cases; in Wyoming, AI/AN people are less than 3 percent of the state population but make up more than one-third of its cases. This crisis—and the underlying conditions tribal communities face—are the result of centuries of colonial violence and neglect that continue to this day.
In the face of poverty, lack of basic infrastructure (such as running water and electricity) and limited access to health services, the Navajo Nation is the very emblem of cultural and human reliance. Every day ministerial colleagues and peers of mine who are Navajo tribal members are helping to distribute much needed aid to the rural homesteads of the reservation. Organized tribal volunteers deliver food, clean water, sanitizing and cleaning supplies, PPE, and educational materials for children. Even as elders and young adults on the reservation succumb to COVID-19, Navajo clergy are helping their people both grieve for what has been lost with every elder and find hope in survival for the grandchildren they leave behind.
Community and church gardens have become sources of lessons in traditional agricultural practices and food ways. Social distancing around a cooking fire yet provides opportunities for sharing traditional and family stories, along with vital lessons for continued emotional and physical survival of the Navajo people.
This day of recognition – The Worlds Indigenous Peoples Day – reminds both Native and non-Native people alike that indigenous peoples are very much alive, no matter what struggles they face. With dignity and faith, they meet both life and death. Under the principles of the UN Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples under Article 7 we are reminded that, “Indigenous individuals have the rights to life, physical and mental integrity, liberty and security of person.” All of us must take our seat in the circle of humanity in which the Navajo and other indigenous peoples have much to teach our nation about courage, compassion, and commitment to community and family.
On this day, we are forcibly reminded that the fate of our nation will be determined on whether we are prepared to gather around the camp fire together or let that fire burn out, leaving all of us in the darkened cold. So, let us seek the hope that is in the fire, even as the Navajo do. Let us gather to feed one another and share stories of how to make the world that all our ancestors would wish for their grandchildren – a world where all can thrive.
Photo above provided by Rachel Taber-Hamilton, used with permission.
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