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Thursday, September 10, 2020

Words Matter


“You brood of vipers! How can you speak good, when you are evil? For out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks. The good man out of his treasure brings forth good, and the evil man out of his evil brings forth evil. I tell you, on the day of judgment man will render account for every careless word they utter, for by your words you will be justified and by your words you will be condemned.”

 

Matthew 12:34-37 (NIV)

 

 

“A genuine leader will never exploit your emotions or your pocketbook.”

 

                        Matthew 7: 15-20 (MSG)

 

            


Words Matter

 

Why did I hit “share” on Facebook the other day? It only served to rob me of my sleep and my rest. It’s probably because I care too much what others think of me, when what they think is really “none of my business”.  The result was an instant backlash for me.  Perhaps I am too sensitive, but when my daughter texted me and said, “Your post was a bit harsh, mom. Can you please take it down?” I needed to re-evaluate what I’d posted.  So, I printed out the article and I re-read and considered very carefully what I had posted. I called my daughter later and we talked it through. She has extended family and many close friends who are Trump supporters and she felt that they might be upset about what I posted. She felt it might have been misinterpreted by her friends and because I am her mom, a reflection on her as well. In trying to be understanding and compassionate to my daughter and her family, I took it down. It had been posted for a little less than one hour. “I am a Facebook fool!” I wrote in my journal that night. My mind was in a tizzy as I continued to think about what I had shared. Was I wrong? I took down the post, but the words still resonated with me. Was I being a coward? A link to the article I posted is at the end of this post.

 

I had been feeling that those who are on the “other side” of my political stance have attacked my faith.  I have a right to feel the way I feel as well as express what I feel! I was experiencing a bit of self-righteous anger.  My beliefs were being challenged and the repercussions of my sharing were rocking my emotions and I felt desperate to remove the fear and settle my anxious soul.


The article I shared was what I thought was a good one.  The title, “Essentials for Dealing With Christian Trump-Supporters” caught my eye. There was so much good in this article. It helped me explain to myself what I was experiencing and had some excellent points for me to consider. At first read, it did not seem to be hateful or “harsh” as my daughter claimed. I hit “share” expecting that people would read the whole thing and glean some understanding of my position from it. The fact is, though, that these were someone else's words and not mine. I probably should have thought twice and said a prayer before sharing publicly.  I will share what resonated with me about the article. 

 

The first essential is: Understand, You Won’t Change Their Mind

 

The author states that if you think you’ll change their mind about voting for Trump, “you’ll be pitching a tent in the land of disappointment and frustration”. How true. That is not my goal, either.  I do, however, agree that I can try with tact and sincerity to “be true to “ myself, to stand “in solidarity with those who are oppressed or have little-to-no voice” and by “chasing evil out of the shadows”.  Chris Kratzer says, “A change of mind most frequently happens when there has been a change of heart. A change of heart happens best when there has been an experience that causes the person to genuinely consider the possibility, “Maybe I’m wrong?”  And as he goes on to say, “their change of mind and heart isn’t up to you, and certainly, it’s not your responsibility.”

 

For me, I think one of the best suggestions given in the article was to use questions to get to the core of what Trump supporters think. The author states that we must “as much as possible, stay calm and collected” and repeat this question often, “Help me understand…” “Help me understand how…”, “Please…help me understand why you think the way you do.” Don’t become the one who takes the low road with quick retorts and a sharp tongue. Listen, be open. Consider their thoughts as much as your own. Respond carefully.

 

The second essential is: Stop Talking About Jesus

 

            This is the section of the article that got me into trouble and the part that was considered harsh and accusatory.  The author states that if the support for Trump was about Jesus, they “wouldn’t be a right-wing conservative Christian and they wouldn’t support Trump.” 

 

            In a nutshell, all I can say is that the author does seem to go on a tirade about all the ways that a Trump supporter could not be a Christian if they support Trump because of their selfishness, racism, failure to love their neighbor, hate, brutality, inhumanity, and their 'talk 'of loving Jesus at the same time.  

 

This is where I need to reconsider that this article could be construed as harsh. I don’t think we can judge others on their faith without seeing the log in our own eye. No one wants to hear all the ways that they are not following Jesus, even if it’s true. Jesus calls all of us out on so many things. He tells us not to judge others and this section, the article was judgmental. I fell for it because I am guilty of feeling the same way. After watching the Republican National Convention and listening to the speakers claim Jesus as savior over and over and aligning their faith with Trump and his party, I felt that my faith had been hijacked. I have a hard time saying that I am a Christian these days because I disagree with so many of the ideas presented. I thought if I heard the phrase “God bless America” one more time I would throw up because I felt it was a slap in the face of someone who does love America, but doesn't agree with their stance. It felt fake. It felt insincere and used as a political slogan. It seemed to me that they were claiming Trump to be the “Christian” candidate. They were also claiming "America" and it's flag as theirs. I cringed at the lies and untruths that were spoken about me because, of course, as a current democrat, I did take it personally. I feel that there is selfishness, racism, and a failure to love others that are “different from us” coming from the Trump campaign. I see inhumanity too.  I also see and hear all of the lies. 


The fact of the matter is that I can NOT be the judge of each one of the Trump supporters individually. I must not condemn them, rather pray for them and love them with the love that is so much larger than I am. This love can only come from God. I pray that God can help me do what I cannot do myself. Reading the words of Jesus from the book of Matthew has helped me and humbled me. Maybe what we really ought to do is to start talking about Jesus, using the words of Jesus. Jesus uses his words to teach us difficult truths, and it doesn't matter which side of the political debate you are on. As my pastor said on Sunday, Jesus' stories can warp and change for us as we read and study them over and over.  We may not interpret them in the same way now as we did when we first heard them. His math is not our math. He sometimes speaks in riddles that are not easily understood. Even if we don't understand at first, we must listen and heed his word which is often contrary to what we think we know about it. His words are worthy of study and contemplation. He is speaking to ALL of us.


“Blessed are you when men revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account. Rejoice and be glad, for your reward will be great in heaven.”  -Matthew 5:11 (NIV)


“When you manipulate words to get your own way, you go wrong.” – Matthew 5:37 (MSG)

 

“But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.”- Matthew 5:44 (NIV)

 

            “Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep’s clothing but inwardly are ravenous wolves.” -Matthew 7:15 (NIV)

 

            “Do not think I have come to bring peace on earth; I have not come to bring peace, but a sword.” -Matthew 10:34(NIV)

 

            “He who finds his life will lose it, and he who loses his life for my sake will find it.”-Matthew 10:39

 

            “Fear not, therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.”- Matthew 10:31

 

 

The third essential is: Take The Abortion Card Out Of The Game

 

This one issue seems to be the big one for many Christians who support Trump and although they may not like some of Trump’s attributes and have a distaste for his past, they are loyal to him because of his anti-abortion and pro-life position.  As Kratzer says, “…this issue supersedes all other issues. They argue that the protection and preservation of the most vulnerable of human life is paramount.” Kratzer believes that Trump is using this card against abortion as “the last card in their deck, and it, too,  is the ultimate bluff.” Using abortion to gather votes from sincerely concerned Christian believers seems to top every other issue surrounding the value of life.

 

            In Chris’s view, the value to a pro-life stance for Trump followers is that it is also a stance that is against the “full fruition of women’s equality, the sexual accountability of white men, and the cessation of their religious dominance to dictate the lives of all others.” 

 

            For me, the issue is much deeper than just the horrible idea that men want to take charge of women’s health and bodies and dictate what they can do about reproduction than it is about being pro-life. Life is precious and as a progressive woman, I want to control what happens to my own body both sexually and reproductively. I would never have chosen to have an abortion myself, but I am not sure that I can tell others what is right for them.  I am also a woman, as Kratzer states, who greatly dislikes “the subjugation of women’s rights, the denial of science, and the belittling of medical truth.” Black lives matter. Every life is in fact precious and the fact that over 200,000 lives have been lost in our country since March due to COVID-19 is a disgrace. Trump's attitude that “It will just disappear.” is to me, a slap in the face revealing that my life does NOT matter to him.  He cares about unborn fetuses only if it will bring in votes for him in this election. For me, the issue of abortion is complex.  As stated in the article, it “is heart-wrenching and grey in nature.” There are no easy answers. Maybe if life were so very precious in all ways we would have…

 

~A national plan to prevent the spread of COVID-19, a pandemic plan

~Common sense gun laws instead of school shootings that happen far too often

~Immigration policies that honor life and families instead of a wall

~Universal healthcare and access to birth control and drug treatment programs for all who need it instead of unsafe, illegal abortions and drug-addicted babies and increased overdose deaths

~Improved laws and justice for all Americans with care for the whole community from law enforcement

~Care for the poor and homeless, including moms who want to have their babies and keep them

~A living minimum wage

~Prison reform so that lives can be transformed

~Care for the living planet we share, ALL of us!

~Black lives matter. As white, privileged Americans, we have to understand how we have continued to suppress people of color sometimes without knowing it.

 

The fourth essential is: Love From A Distance

 

This to me was the most important essential that I learned from reading Chris’s article.  I do have some friends and family who are Trump supporters and I need to learn to navigate that and maintain my self-respect to keep myself healthy.  I also think that we must keep our conversations centered on the core issues with integrity, knowing that even if we can do that, it may become emotionally and physically exhausting. “Personal boundaries need to be set and respected”, comments Kratzer.

 

It can be difficult to try to “agree to disagree” and to listen and ask, “Help me understand why you feel this way…” This can only go so far.  Sometimes we must walk away from the situation and put some emotional and physical space between us. Chris says, “It may be very important to continue to assert your views but from an emotional and even physical distance. To do so is not giving up or bowing down to their views. Instead, it’s either creating space to stay in the game for the long term or acknowledging that the circumstances are simply beyond your influence.”

I take some solace in this line especially, “Thankfully, where possible, loving from a distance can allow the needed separation without completely abandoning the relationship.”

            

            After I took down the post and decompressed for a few minutes, I wrote some more in my journal.  I was very fearful that the article would be taken the wrong way,  yet I had put it “out there”.  I wrote out my fears that “if someone read it and misunderstood my intent, interpreted it as hateful and that had damaged relationships…fear that the words would negate the things I believe were true in the article.” Then I let it simmer for a couple of weeks. I am free to speak my words with integrity if I take time to process. I should have processed before hitting “send” and hurting a member of my family. 


            I still think Chris’s article is excellent. So much of what he said resonated with me. His final words were: Grace is Brave, Be Brave.  I was not brave enough to leave it up on Facebook, but I am posting it differently here today. I cannot be completely silenced by my fear.

 

Words are important.

 

“Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me; for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your soul. For my yoke is easy and my burden light.”- Matthew 11:29-30 (NIV)

 

“Learn the unforced rhythms of grace…” -Matthew 11:29-30(MSG)

 

“Grace is Brave, Be Brave”

 

You can read Chris Kratzer’s article here:  http://chriskratzer.com

                                               

 

Tuesday, May 12, 2020

Seeing the Prodigal

Just recently, I opened up a message from a photo storage site that encouraged me to look at some photos from 10 years ago, memories of a time long past. When I clicked the link, and the pictures popped up, and I looked at them, I realized that they were from a family trip that we took together  several years ago that I had just written about in a memoir that I'm writing. The focus of the chapter was "Seeing the Prodigal", about our familiy visit we made to see our son, Michael, while he was away at a therapeutic boarding school in 2005. I thought I'd share the chapter here and take this opportunity to promote my son's poetry book that includes some of the poems in this chapter. Enjoy!


The Girls from Santiago

When you think you’re escaping
You find the longest way around, is the shortest way home
But, we’ve slain giants and seen the ghosts of old men
Who have found their way back to the start again?

                             When love learns to love, we’ve learned to love, love

I wanna take ya down to the fountains of truth
So we can bathe in the fountains of truth once again

                                                When love learns to love, we’ve learned to love, love

I see our ambitions flying away
Like the pictures in the scrapbooks of our yesterday
Because my love learned to love when love was just a fool

                                                                  When love learns to love, it learns to love, love

I remember the mountain air and putting flowers in your hair
Just like the girls in Santiago used to do

On our way to the oceans of many days and we pass them all through ourselves.
                 So hold fast to now
                         Through which the future plunges
                                                Like an arrow straight through me and you
                                                          Let me be who you would be

                                                                      When love learned to love, it learned to love, love


JJ 2019

  
Seeing the Prodigal

From my journal:

March 22, 2005

A prayer,
Thank you Lord…for watching over my son, Mike, for helping us (Doug and I) to see more clearly where we needed to be as parents, for the resolving of financial issues so that we have enough to cover all the costs…
It’s so hard to trust, but we have been blessed and we are grateful for your presence in our lives…and for keeping your hand on Mike.
Stay with me, Lord, as I prepare for our trip…bring us safely together as a family. Be present in our time together…in the love we share and the bonds of family. Move all of us, Lord, to be aware of your presence in our lives, Matt, Michelle, Mike, my special children, now adults…Help me to give them to you daily for their lives are not my own and I must let go.
            And I do…I go now to face the day! Thank you! AMEN

             The day had finally come. We were leaving to head to Santiago, Dominican Republic, for our family vacation together.  Four of us were together, all of the arrangements made, tickets in hand, luggage packed, yet anxiety flooded me that morning and in the days prior to our leaving for our much anticipated “family visit” with Michael. As was typical for me, I was full of excitement for our visit and our time together as a family. I tried so hard not to put any expectations on it at all, but with 5 different people traveling together, weather, time physical needs and wants…vacation always brings out the best and the worst in our family. My expectations for family trips had always been, “We should try to enjoy our time together.” Invariably things were never that simple. I wanted to be there as a mom to all of my kids on this trip, to be a person, a friend, and a parent. I desperately wanted to let go of my concern about all of their “comings and goings” and my need to control each of them as a mom. I said a desperate prayer thanking God in advance for staying close and helping me to avoid holding negative and unnecessary thoughts in my mind and to let God take them from me every single day, especially on this trip. In spite of my prayers and desperation, the tension began to grow in my shoulders and neck and present itself as pain. The mantra I kept on repeat in my brain, whatever, whatever, Lord, whatever. I just wanted so much to just focus on the small gifts of being alive and being together.

            The sun was shining brightly and the air was cool as I sat on the balcony at our hotel in Jarabacoa, Dominican Republic. It doesn’t do my feelings justice to say that I felt “ off center” that morning. I wanted to be truly present and not guarded when I saw my son that day. I actually wrote in my journal that for once “I don’t feel the sick dread of seeing Mike…I am anticipating it with joy!” All of my “chicks were in the nest “ and I was about to see a son I thought I had lost.  And even though my neck and shoulder were still acting up, an impending celebration was definitely on my mind. 

            The drive into town and to the school in the taxi they had arranged for us was interesting. Although I do speak Spanish, and consider myself to be fairly fluent, the particular accent in the Dominican Republic was totally different than what I was used to.  The taxi driver understood me completely but I sat there guessing at half of what he was saying to me. There was a rifle sitting right between us on the center console of the van that was quite unsettling to me, although, perhaps I ought to have been thankful to be “protected”. We drove down and around fairly winding gravel roads and up hills until we finally came upon a gated area with yes, an armed guard watching and opening the gate.  They were expecting us. The taxi pulled forward toward one of the buildings and we got out of the car and looked around at the school grounds, with blooming flowers, trees and bushes everywhere. The campus of the school was beautiful with a large center building, the chapel, adorned with beautiful blue stained glass windows. The sun was streaming down upon us so brightly as I looked around. Suddenly I heard his voice calling, “Hey Mom, hey Dad!” as he ran as fast as I’ve ever seen him run down the hill from his house, arms spread out wide, straight into my arms. He gave me the biggest hug I have ever received. I broke away from him, briefly, to look into his eyes and I saw a young man that I hardly recognized! It felt so good to see him and to see his face and the joy he had in seeing us, in hugging his dad and his siblings. I know there were tears in my eyes at that moment, and tears were close to the surface all that day. It felt surreal and beautiful and I felt that my son was truly with us…truly present.



Matt near the chapel at Escuela Caribe.

            We met briefly with Mike’s housefather and with one or two of the members of the Escuela Caribe staff. We didn’t spend a great deal of time with anyone that day. They gave us a few restrictions about what Mike was allowed to do on our visit, but it was fairly simple. We were instructed with all the information we needed about the resort we were going to.  After a short tour of the campus, we were permitted to take Mike and go enjoy our time together. The taxi driver had waited for us, as he was to take us back to our hotel in Jarabacoa. Mike had a different plan.

            Mike really wanted to show us the beautiful waterfalls that were nearby and so I asked the driver if he could take us there and wait for us as we hiked to the waterfalls. He agreed and actually hiked with us that afternoon; perhaps he felt responsible for us, I’m not sure. I was uneasy about leaving my bag in the car unsupervised, so I headed off on this hike carrying a heavy satchel, which wasn’t good for my sore, tension riddled shoulder and neck, but I persevered!

            We began to follow Mike up a path that was questionable, pushing back branches and stepping carefully to avoid tripping on roots that were beneath large green leaves on the ground. The cool morning had turned quickly into a hot, muggy afternoon! The path we were walking, rather, climbing, was going up and up quite steeply as we continued. Mike kept promising that it wasn’t much further and I silently cursed the heavy bag that I repeatedly switched from one sore shoulder to the other. Doug actually carried it for a while to give me a break. Finally we began to hear the sound of rushing water in the background and Mike yelled back towards us, “We’re almost there!” I could almost feel the breeze cooling me off from the mist of the cold mountain stream that we hadn’t yet seen.

            Quickly we turned on a more worn path towards the right and there in front of us was an amazing sight. Up ahead on the path was an opening in the trees where the rocks jutted up from the ground like a giant cliff with clear powerful water spilling down from the top. We had arrived and it was awe-inspiring!  Walking carefully across large rocks and smaller rocks, with water swirling all around and underneath us, we finally landed on a group of large boulders that were in the middle of all that rushing cold water.  Matt and Mike wasted no time in taking off their shirts and shoes and jumping into the frigid mountain water. Michelle, Doug and I were more tentative, taking off our shoes and dipping our toes in cautiously, letting the water cool us down slowly. Michelle actually jumped into the cold water too, going only in waist deep and staying clear of her splashing brothers!  I began to relax finally, with my bag off of my shoulders, as I watched my boys playing in the water together. Their laughter and screeching at each other made me laugh with joy at the sight. As they waded closer to the waterfall they splashed the water all over their bodies, laughing with happiness and fresh spirits. The water was cold, but my heart had been warmed watching them together. I reminded myself that this was what I was longing for. I had witnessed a baptism of sorts in the waters of that cold mountain stream.
 
Mike leading us up to the waterfalls.


A baptism of sorts in the frigid water.

            I’m not sure how long we actually stayed there, but a decent amount of time had passed and we finally headed back down the mountainside towards the taxi. The driver had walked with us the whole way and laughed with me at my children’s antics in the water. He was surely going to receive a good tip for staying with us that whole time. Once in the car, damp, but happy, we headed back into town towards our hotel. The next day we were scheduled to leave for an all-inclusive resort in Puerta Plata to spend five days together on the beach.

            In the morning we were greeted early by the hotel office calling to let us know that our ride was there for our trip to Puerta Plata. We had a different taxi driver that day, one who had taken many students and their families safely across the island of the Dominican Republic to an all-inclusive resort. The drive was about 3 hours of rough roads, motorcycles and scooters honking and zigzagging around us as we drove through the towns and the countryside. I was feeling so shell-shocked to see just how poor this country was. There were many brightly painted “shelters” which were homes, all around and close to the road, where the Dominicans lived and worked. Mike told us that the workers in the sugar cane fields were only paid about one dollar per day for their hard work.  You could see homes where there was one TV sitting practically outside or on a front porch that was called the “movie theater”(El cine). That is where the neighbors would all congregate to watch television together. It was evident that there was a great deal of poverty all around us. Chickens and goats were running around all about and we could see many shops along the road selling beverages or snacks. It was an interesting drive. I worked on listening to the driver’s Spanish, trying to figure out what he was saying and translating for my husband. After the 3 hour trip, I was understanding most of what he was saying!

            During the trip, Mike had his first chance to listen to secular music using Matt’s iPod and headphones. He got so emotional listening to Matt’s recently released music that he actually got tears in his eyes. I felt so sad that he hadn’t been able to listen to music. At Escuela Caribe, they could only listen to Christian music once they attained a certain level in their point system. Mike had gone 8 months without listening to anything else and was extremely happy to be able to listen freely for a few days. This was hard for me to watch because I knew that music was his passion and that our decision had taken that one thing from him while he was here. I knew, too, that he had a great deal of love and admiration for his brother in the sharing of music together. The few days we were together were a chance for them to do that. We were able to bring Mike’s guitar with us on this trip so he was finally able to play and practice a little for a few days. I just hoped that it would motivate him to work hard at moving up the levels so he could have more freedom. Just as soon as I had that “thought” though, I realized that it wasn’t up to me. Just staying in the “moment” was a challenge for me.

            The all-inclusive hotel was extraordinary. Everything was beautiful outside and in. There were multiple restaurants, manicured grounds, swimming pools and a long stretch of private beach. Palm trees and flowers were everywhere. In spite of the luxury around us, I was still on edge. It was stressful having Mike with us after all those months. Trying too hard to be relaxed feels forced and uncomfortable. That was how I felt the majority of the time. I still carried in my shoulders all the doubts and fears that I had tried so very hard to let go of during the 8 months we had been apart. My trust in Mike was low and I felt that constant need to be super-vigilant. I was constantly giving all of my feelings and lack of trust to God each and every day!

            One day our son, Matt, came back from making a phone call and said that some Dominican woman had stopped him on the sidewalk and said in Spanish, “Jesucristo, salve mi vida! (Jesus Christ, save my life!)  Matt had shoulder length brown hair, and a full beard and mustache, and when we thought about it, it made perfect sense! He did look like a potential Jesus! We all had a good laugh about it and the very next day the beard and mustache were gone! I kept remembering the image in my mind of the boys splashing each other in the waterfall and it finally made sense why I had thought of it as a “baptism” then.

Matt (aka Jesucristo).

            Our time together as a family had its special and beautiful moments of laughter and peace and joy in each other’s company. When those moments came I was highly aware of them and tried to let go and enjoy. I think I was able to. One night at dinner we began making “Mehlan Music” by squeaking the rims of our water glasses in the restaurant. The music was eerie and other worldly, but it was, in its own way, beautiful and special. Mike would serenade us on the guitar every evening. We played board games together, the kids being very competitive with each other at every turn.

            The days on the beach were glorious and there was so much to do. Michelle and I enjoyed the bright sun and sandy beach.  It was hard to believe that we were in a country that was riddled with  extreme poverty, yet on the other side of a large stone wall, the resort was so luxurious. The boys took a Hobie-Cat out on the water and sailed. We snorkeled around the reef, enjoyed cocktails and a fabulous Caribbean meal at one of the included restaurants. We walked down the shoreline to visit one of the tents along the beach where they would braid your hair and put beads on the ends. All of the kids had it done and it was so funny to see Mike with his buzz cut and a few beads sticking out of the side of his head! I had a few put in my hair as well. That was a particularly fun day in this little slice of paradise.








            Mike and I had a long talk on the last evening of our trip. The truth came out about how much he was still struggling in many ways with his emotions and his moods. He made it clear to me that he didn’t enjoy or appreciate the strict discipline of the program. He said he was “afraid” of his housefather. He said he wanted to know when he could come home. He wanted a definite time frame, but I had to tell him that I really didn’t know. His dad and I were listening to the counselors and others at Escuela Caribe. We were listening to their advice. I encouraged him to work hard, follow the rules, and move up in the leveled system and wait and see. He wasn’t too happy with that, but as I said to him, “It is what it is.”

            Later I reflected on our talk in my journal, and I remarked at how much  progress he had  made so far. I was very thankful for that. He struggled with the intense structure of the program, the lack of free time to meditate, reflect and relate on an emotional level to people he cared about in the program, other kids and other adults. He was just Mike, the real Mike, opening up his heart to his mom, but also struggling some with control and faith.  I thanked God for the small positive changes, and asked again for him to keep a close hand on my son.

From my journal:
April 3, 2005

            I cannot sleep anymore today, God! I am full of love and peace and joy at the gifts you have given to us. This is a beautiful place…this has been an amazing trip.
I believe I do understand the story of the prodigal son and I rejoice that my son is alive! He once was gone to me and I grieved for him…the loss and the pain were great! But you are faithful in your promises and now I truly have hope for the future.

            But I see Lord, too, that the future is in your hands, not mine…and that you will complete your work in him…in your time and in your ways.

            All I can say is THANK YOU!
            For your love
            For your blessing
            For your power
            For the Holy Spirit in our lives.


The Story of the Prodigal
Luke 15:11-32
             
 “…But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.
21 “The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’
22 “But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. 23 Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. 24 For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.' So they began to celebrate.” Luke 15: 20 NIV




I LOVED YOU FIRST

You know I said once before, you know I’ll say it again.
                            I know they’re just words, but I’ll say it again.
But you know I loved you first.
For what it’s worth, I never left but I heard, I’ve tried so hard so I say it again, every day.
But I don’t know if it’s true but I’ll say it again.
                                         I loved you first.
I see your secrets on your face; I want you to learn, like I’ve learned.
As you get older I see it in your bones, but I loved you first.
And I know the world, it hurts.
I throw down while you nurse.
But even though, even though while I wait.
The dream of the moment has burst.
And I hope beyond hopes that you learn just to thirst.
                                          But remember I loved you first.

JJ 2019



JJ stands for “Jolly Jackson”, a pen name chosen by my son, Michael Mohr Mehlan, and is used as his Facebook name, pen name and stage name to identify himself in a new way and to signify his break from the past. Excerpts of poetry are from his new book:

Jolly for Now? Rainbows, Unicorns and Devils, by Jolly Jackson, copyright 2020, available on  
Amazon
Poetry from this collection is notated with a “JJ” for Jolly Jackson and these poems were mostly written during 2019-20. Permission to use these poems was given directly by the author for publication in this collaborative work. 

All sections of this publication written in italics were copied directly from journals the author kept during the actual time of the events spoken about.





           

Friday, April 10, 2020

Forty Days without Facebook: I am Listening

This year I decided to give up Facebook for Lent. I am a Lutheran and we can, but are not required to, choose something to fast from or abstain from as an act of purposeful spiritual renewal for the forty days of Lent. This is partly because Jesus went out into the wilderness for those forty days prior to re-entering the city of Jerusalem on Palm Sunday.

I chose to take myself away from the social media platform, Facebook for those forty days. This was mostly because I found myself daily wasting hours of time scrolling through senseless memes, reading political discourse that constantly upset me and actually activated feelings of emotional distress and fear because of it. I felt that each day and each moment I was looking at my own life through the lens of “moments” that I could post on Facebook to show my friends and family just how precious my grandkids are and all the fun things we do together. Maybe I hadn’t really been “present” in those moments, but thinking about how it would look to others. To be honest, this is the one thing I missed the most, the inability to share moments of joy myself, or to see the joy and happiness that others posted. It became blatantly apparent that I was, am “addicted” to the social connection we get to be a part of on this and other similar platforms.

I began to set my purpose for this time of fasting by examining what I actually wanted to get out of this time. In January, I felt a strong need to get to a place of “listening” more. I felt God was telling me to listen more, to listen to what the Holy Spirit was trying to tell me and to what others were telling me when I was with them. I needed time to be quiet with my voice and with my responses, my posts, my political views, my memories, and instead fill myself up with silence, prayer, listening, contemplation and reflection. I chose “Listen” as my word for 2020.

I began to use a journal that my daughter, Michelle, had gifted me for Christmas.
The title is I am Listening: Guided Journal Practice, A Journey in Hearing from God, by Tammy Weisweaver. (Available through Amazon) This little book gave me some prompts to reflect on each day and I could easily respond to each one and then reflect on it weekly during this time. So I made the commitment to undertake this fast to see what I would hear from the Holy Spirit. I began to really listen.

            What did I hear from God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit during those forty days? I will share some of it with you now.

            I needed to slow down on this journey through the wilderness called Lent by tuning into the Holy Spirit around me and truly listen to the mysteries. God is trustworthy and I can put my trust into the presence of God in others, and myself in nature’s beauty, and life’s sorrows. I am loved and the Holy Spirit is with me all the time.

            I heard that I should not listen to the lies. Politics don’t really matter, but everyone, even politicians, are children of God too. The world is large, but God makes himself known to us in small things. I can be authentic and I ought never assume anything. Things don’t always work out how we want them to in our small understandings of the world. There are many layers to everything.

            I heard that I needed to surrender my will to God and that by trying to control things. I am trying to be God. I cannot be God. I heard that I could trust the Spirit to lead me. The truth will be revealed.

            I heard God telling me to relax, to take care of myself, to rest, to enjoy this time of quiet reflection and quarantine. My own health and that of those I care about is important. I heard that I should look for the things I am grateful for and I did that. I surprised me how many blessings I have been given.

            I prayed more often and more fervently during this time and I wrote out my prayers and named those I prayed for. This lead to more focused prayer time and I felt the presence of God more strongly. The Holy Spirit was with me, and those I prayed for, through all of it. Everyday I felt that I was listening and God was responding.

My gratitude list:
~the love of my mother
~doctors who care
~grandchildren
~my children
~words
~sunsets, sunrises, sunshine
~family
~birds
~glass of wine
~friend’s voice
~my marriage
~kid’s climbing trees
~pictures
~physical health
~rain, yes-even rain that nourishes the earth and promotes new life

I partnered with the Lord when…
~we walked together through the wilderness
~I prayed
~I trusted
~I was kind
~I sought the truth
~ I had an open mind
~I accepted His strength in me
~I was loving
~I relaxed and let go
~I rested
~I kept moving
~I reached out to others
~In stillness and new life
~I stayed positive
~I celebrate communion with others virtually

What did I let go of? (Still working on it!)
~resentments
~fear
~pride
~control
~regrets
~weakness
~shame
~impatience
~denial
~failure to accept
~pain

            As you can see, there was a lot there…and there has been a lot going on in our lives that has been a source of fear and pain. I believe that because I felt the presence of the Spirit so strongly with me during this time. I will continue to listen and spend time thinking about and consciously work on letting go of things that are hurting me, fully believing that God can work in us even as we cannot do it ourselves, if we are open, if we listen.

            May God bless you and restore you this coming Easter weekend. I am anxiously awaiting the good news!