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Showing posts with label Courage. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 2, 2023


Why did I write Among the Sunflowers: A Memoir of a Mother’s Love for her son and his poetry of Addiction, Relapse, and Recovery?




~to look closely at my own reactions to addiction


~to understand what I will never understand


~to transform the hard things and to remember the good that was there always


~to help others through my experience, strength, and hope and through an addict’s words


~to share my story, so others who have experienced addiction in their family will  know that they are not alone and neither am I


~to get it out—and hold a book in my hands


~to show my love for my son today and into the future


~to share compassion for addicts as they journey toward healing and life


Friday, March 3, 2023

Among the Sunflowers: A Memoir of a Mother's Love for her Son and his Poems of Addiction, Relapse and Recovery

 



After many years of writing, praying, processing, and rewriting, I have self-published a book! I am both proud and nervous at the same time. Today I present my new book, Among the Sunflowers: A Memoir of a Mother’s Love for her Son and his Poems of Addiction, Relapse, and Recovery. (Retail: $14.99)

This is a book about my family. The story is both painful and uplifting. The writing of this book has been a journey for our entire family. It is extremely personal, but I hope that in sharing, you will gain an understanding of the complex issues surrounding addiction, faith, and love.

Writing from the heart and exploring memories from my journals, I tell the story of my family’s experience with my son’s addiction and mental health. I share glimpses of the realities of life with an adolescent addict and our search for answers, hope, and healing. My son, Michael, adds his own unique perspective through his eloquent poetry and compelling narrative.

This memoir reflects the mother and son's shared experiences on his journey through addiction, recovery, and relapse. It is a story of love, loss, misunderstanding, and hope reflected through narrative and poetry.
 
Addiction is a disease that affects whole families. I believe this story is one of immense faith and love even when there are no answers, and the future remains uncertain.

Already available is the companion book of poetry written by my son, M. M. Mehlan (Mike), called Jolly for NOW? (Retail: $9.99). This is a collection of poetry that inspired much of our book written together. This version is new and revised and contains 14 additional poems that were not included in the original Kindle version. 

Both books are available through Amazon, but I do have limited copies available through my own personal business. 
 
Visit my Square Site if interested in purchasing a book: GM Creative Sunflower Arts

Please email me at g.meh1974@gmail.com  to request a copy(ies). I will respond to your email with additional information.






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

                                               

 

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Powerless



I feel like I am a lifetime away from the Quinta do Silval…and all that happened there in the Vale de Mendiz.  I am safely sitting on a balcony in Castelo Branco, “White Castle”, Portugal.  We are in a beautiful hotel and I am on the balcony, looking out in the distance at the hills and mountains that are surrounding my view.  Portugal is a patchwork quilt of green and brown and tan. I look out at the beautiful views and I am amazed at the beauty created by God and nature combined with the handiwork of man as I see the white buildings, the red tile roofs and the roadways that wind through the mountains…and it is just beautiful…a beautiful woven piece of art.  We hardly notice it on our day-to-day journey up close, but from a distance we can see the beautiful tapestry  
of the scenery and being on vacation we see from a distance what our life has become. It’s a time of reflection.

A short few days ago we headed out from our lovely room at a residence up in the mountains of Portugal, Quinta do Silval.  A quinta is a Portuguese winery where they grow grapes that are used to make port wine.  We were planning to spend the day in Porto, a city on the coast of Portugal, where port wine is collected and shipped all around the world.  It’s where the Douro River meets the sea.  It’s a beautiful city and we had a wonderful day visiting the city.  We had a lovely dinner along the riverside, a short trip up the river in a boat to see the 6 amazing bridges. Portugal does seem to have an edge on the engineering of amazing bridges and roadways through the mountains!  We tasted some delicious port wine at two different “Quintas”, delicious and sweet.





Our drive back to our hotel at the Quinta was completely uneventful or so it seemed.  We were getting closer to the area we knew was near the hotel and I had turned on the GPS to help us navigate back to our beautiful place.  The girl on the GPS cheerfully said, “You will arrive at 8:15 PM, you are on the shortest route!”

“Okay!” I thought, “Let’s Go!”

So we headed toward a town we had not been through before, Sabrosa.  I was pretty sure we would intersect with another highway we were familiar with, but oh, how wrong was I!

We proceeded to follow the route.  The road began to become narrower and narrower.  The town of Sabrosa was a mere 2 or 3 houses and a bar.  There were tables and chairs set up in the road for the bar as it was a beautiful evening and locals were outside enjoying a drink.  The servers moved the chairs and tables out of the way so we could pass. 

My husband said to me, “Are you sure we’re going the right way?”

“I think so… that’s what the phone says…”

So we proceeded.  The road we were on appeared to be disappearing even as we drove along it.  The GPS girl maintained her positive attitude, however, as she enthusiastically told us, “Turn left…turn left!  Sharp turn to the left!”

All the while we were slowly going down the mountain on what appeared to be farm roads used only by tractors tending to the vineyard.  We slowly traveled downward on one particularly rough cobblestone road that seemed to be heading straight DOWN.

As we approached the bottom of what appeared to be the end of the road, the friendly GPS blurted, “Make a sharp left!”

We were literally in the middle of nowhere.  Dusk had settled in and it was so hard to see.  The road ahead of us seemed to drop off of the mountain and the road to the left (sharp left) was a severe steep “trail” leading nowhere.

Suddenly my husband stopped the car and announced,

“I’m done.”

“What do you mean, you’re done?”

“I can’t do this!” he said, defeated.

I suddenly felt those creepy fingers of anxiety crawl up my spine and grab my heart.

“What do you mean, exactly?”

“I can’t DO it!  We’re stuck!”

My strong reasonable and constantly reliable husband was frozen with fear.

“What do you think we should do? Can’t we just keep going? The GPS says we should be at our destination in only 8 minutes.”

“I’m DONE!  You need to call the hotel and have them come and get us!  Call the police! I AM DONE!”

In a bit of a panic, myself, I comply not knowing exactly what to say the people at the hotel, because I have no idea where we are exactly…”Yeah, we’re stuck on the mountain in the valley someplace? I don’t know exactly? What should we do?” Not to mention, I don’t speak Portuguese either. 

NO ANSWER at the hotel.  No idea how to call the police either. PANIC.

But I KNEW…I felt that strong deep sense of honesty in my soul…the only way we could get out of this valley was to PUSH forward, little by little.  I knew it in my heart even as I felt the complete TERROR of the fear my husband was experiencing.

So I said I was getting out of the car to see exactly how steep it was and what the road looked like.  It didn’t look good.  But I said to him calmly, “We have to keep going.”

By now it was completely dark, and I mean DARK.  There are no streetlights in the Vale de Mendiz. We are between two mountains on a tiny cobblestone road, dare I say, path?  Both of us are riddled with anxiety and fear of the unknown.  I say calmly, hoping Doug takes this well…

“We can’t just stay here all night.  Don’t you think it would be better to just continue on slowly, carefully and see where we end up?  I’ll drive if you can’t do this.  I think it’s our only solution…move forward slowly.”

I’m sure it was my offer to drive that did the trick.  He wasn’t about to let me practice driving a stick shift down a 45-degree incline in the dark on a mountain.  So we got back into the car and headed down slowly…inch by inch…almost step-by-step into the sea of darkness all around us. 

We moved forward painfully slowly, turning at each turn, following the cheery voice of the GPS…”Turn right, turn left.”  Bumpy cobblestone roads and the gravel under our tires were the only sounds we heard as we proceeded forward carefully, cautiously.

Suddenly we finally hit a stretch of smooth pavement, a REAL road!

“Sigh…”

Both of us let a large amount of air out of our lungs…we didn’t realize we’d been holding our breaths.  Even though the pavement was smooth, we still had a ways to go.  Slowly and cautiously we inched our way through a town called Vale de Mendiz, then the road began heading uphill…out of the valley.  We began to feel a bit better, hopeful at last that we were making some headway.

I said a quick prayer silently, of thankfulness.  The GPS was correct after all.

Doug wasn’t so kind to the GPS.  He blamed the whole fiasco on the GPS. In fact, after the ordeal was over and we were safely back in our hotel, with no visible signs of injury, just emotional fatigue and a need for a glass of wine and a few deep breaths, he typed out a text to our children saying that the GPS nearly killed us on a mountain in Portugal.   Needless to say, they were all concerned and responded with many questions. So I grabbed his phone and typed them a message to reassure them.

“Everything is fine, GPS knew exactly where we were every single minute!”

The weird thing was, the phone auto corrected “GPS” to “GOD”.  So the message they received was,

“Everything is fine, GOD knew exactly where we were every single minute!”

And I believe that He did!  I don’t think we were ever in any incredible danger, but FEAR can paralyze you and prevent you from moving ahead.  We needed to move on anyway.  I believe GOD was there, pushing us forward.

Doug says to remind him if he ever gets “stuck” again, all I will have to say is, “Vale de Mendiz!”

The very next day as we drove past the mountains in which we felt we were lost, we could see how each road carefully turned on brought us safely down to the lowest point of the valley and then, gently and carefully lifted us back out.  The roads form a kind of zigzag through it all crisscrossing across the mountains.  It was breathtaking to see how it looks during the day with full sun.  It is beautiful.  You can see each turn and slope for what it is.

















In the dark, it all feels so different.  You can’t see where you are, where you’ve been or where you’re headed…it’s dark, scary and uncertain.
In the light, you see, you choose which way to go because you SEE.
In the dark you must learn to trust the path before you, knowing it is laid out for you in some sort of master plan.  TRUST.

This is a very important and mind blowing idea. The path is there in the light or in the darkness.  Sometimes, most all times, we just need to keep pushing forward.

“God is light, in Him there is no darkness at all.”-  John 1:1





Sunday, October 23, 2016

Serenity



I’m in the car driving, taking a brief respite from the barrage of TV news and commercials. But the topic is still there on the radio.  This presidential election… Ugh.  I try to get away from it, yet I am drawn into it.  I feel compelled to listen. I think I have made a choice, but still I wait for some information that directs me differently.

The announcer on the radio is talking about a particular candidate.  He states,
“This candidate will do this and that…blah, blah, blah…and if that doesn’t give you goose bumps, then there is something wrong with you!”



I immediately feel a slow small tingly sensation creep up my spine and into the back of my head. The goose bumps travel down my arms and I shiver. There is nothing wrong with me.  I am afraid.

The stress of this fear is making me into someone I don’t like.  I can’t seem to let it go. I listen and react to each tiny sound bite from multiple sources. I follow both candidates on my twitter feed, there are constant Facebook memes making claims about both. It is almost as if I’m into an addiction that taunts me and drives my thinking. 

I remember back to the first time I voted for president.  I was just 18 years old. The only person I listened to about politics was my dad.  I always followed his lead because I trusted his ideas. (I was so young and naive!) When I walked in the poling place for the first time, I was overwhelmed with pride.  I felt so grown-up and important.  I was doing a great thing.  What an honor and privilege to be given the opportunity to vote.

But now…I must think for myself and there seems to be so much to know! As I enter to vote this season, I will be making a decision, and it is not an easy one this time.  My father is no longer with us, yet I still wonder what he would say about this particular election.  I miss his sound advice and informed opinion. I continue to experience the constant swirling thoughts. I thought I had matured enough to let them go…

Suddenly something enters into my thoughts in the form of a very familiar prayer.  I’ve called upon this prayer to release me from anxiety so many times in my life and for so many different circumstances…

“God, grant me the serenity….”

I hear the words in my heart and my body knows that’s what I need. Serenity.

“God, grant me the serenity…to accept the things I cannot change.”

My (Al-Anon) “program” teaches me that I cannot change anyone or anything.  Certainly in this situation I can vote.  But then I must let it go from there…into the universe trusting in a God that is the only one who knows the plans He has for us.  I must accept what I alone cannot change.  Even if the outcome sends goose bumps up my spine, I cannot change this.  So I let go…and let God come in and give me a small slice of His peace. Serenity.

“The courage to change the things I can…” 

Then I ask for courage.  This is the word I’ve chosen to focus on this year as my New Year’s resolution: Courage.  The courage to change the things I can change.  I vow to work on my negative thoughts, my stubbornness to view things a certain way, the courage to stop the thoughts when they overwhelm me. I vow to work on myself knowing that I am the only one I can change. Sometimes the only thing I can work on is my own perspective.  It takes courage, I think, to be myself…to do what I think is best and then move on. My heart begins to feel a bit of relief.  I can change only me.

“And the wisdom to know the difference.” 

God, that is what I do need! I listen and listen and find no peace in the listening.  Wisdom is what I pray for. The wisdom to know what I must accept and what I must change.  Wisdom. I don’t always know what it will be or how it will happen. Somehow trusting God to provide that wisdom gives me a sense of peace.

Time and time again, when I am caught up in the hustle and bustle of life, when things seem out of my control and beyond my scope of understanding,
this prayer centers me and offers a sense of calm.  God is with me.  He will provide the courage and the wisdom and all I need to do it. Breathe.  Breathe and carry on…one day at a time, one minute at a time if need be.

My friend sends me a Facebook message and in it he speaks of an idea that gives me hope and faith in our country.

“Each bird has two wings, a right and a left.  It’s body needs both wings to take flight, to soar.”- M.Arlen

So, too, our country needs people of all types, races, languages, and beliefs.  Our country needs two wings to fly…if both wings can agree to work together!  We are strong; we must start in the here and now to learn to fly together.

“God, grant me the serenity…”

Just saying those few words brings me peace for the moment.

Then I say it again…and again…like a mantra. I carry on.



Original Serenity Prayer

God, give us grace to accept with serenity
the things that cannot be changed,
Courage to change the things
which should be changed,
and the Wisdom to distinguish
the one from the other.
Living one day at a time,
Enjoying one moment at a time,
Accepting hardship as a pathway to peace,
Taking, as Jesus did,
This sinful world as it is,
Not as I would have it,
Trusting that You will make all things right,
If I surrender to Your will,
So that I may be reasonably happy in this life,
And supremely happy with You forever in the next.
Amen.

by Reinhold Niebuhr (1892-1971)

Thursday, July 7, 2016

Resurrection Parade

 











In the face of a culture of death
a world of killing fields
a world of walking dead
Christ is at the head of the resurrection parade
transforming our tears of betrayal into tears of joy
giving us dancing shoes for the resurrection party

And this glittering joker

who has danced in the dragon's jaw of death
now dances with a dance that is full
of nothing less that the fullness of God

this is the dance of the new creation

this is the dance of life out of death
and in this dance all that was broken
all that was estranged
all that was alienated
all that was dislocated and disconnected
is reconciled
comes home
is healed
and is made whole
      
Amen.

From the Roots of Life Prayers, July 17, 2016

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