Archive for July, 2016
The Writing is On the Wall
0Does anyone here read cursive?
Apparently they’re not teaching it to most elementary school students these days. This has created quite a stir and not a small amount of dissension among ‘old-timers’ who don’t want this stalwart to go and ‘new-timers’ who say its time has passed. Recently, scientists have suggested that script hand-writing, with its flow of connecting the letters, may tap into our learning and creativity in ways that printing and typing cannot. Old world meet new.
Call me old-fashioned but I do write in cursive when I pen notes and letters to friends, colleagues and pen pals. It’s where I began as a writer. Often those notes seemed to say way more than I wrote in them to the one who received them. I think my brain region for cursive script might be very near the prayer center. Anyway, I do resort to printing when writing to the younger generation because I’m told they sometimes have a hard time deciphering cursive. Or maybe it’s just that my hand-writing is deteriorating.
This comes to mind as I read from Daniel 5, the story of a Babylonian king gone so wrong that a mystical hand appears at the banquet he hosts for a thousand of his nobles and begins writing a message on the plaster wall of the royal palace. Apparently it’s not good news and the king knows it; a guilty conscience has him shaking in his sandals. Give the king credit, he really wants to know what the message says, but there’s not a soul at the royal table who can read cursive (or perhaps Aramaic in this case).
“Bring the enchanters, the Chaldeans, the diviners! I’ll pay handsomely whomever can decipher this!” orders the King, as if this was invisible ink and a black light can enlighten the words and translate the secret code. As it turns out, this is difficult script; no translator can be found. Intrigue abounds and the plot thickens. The writing is on the wall…what could it mean?
Pause here: Now who doesn’t love a good mystery? The fingers of a human hand etching an unknown message. This is great theater. So much so that the phrase “the writing on the wall” has not limited itself to script or scripture, but found its way into the common lexicon. People who have never read the Bible may huddle in the face of dire times and lament, “Well, the writing is on the wall.” Urban dictionary translation: the jilt is up, what’s gonna be already is, and there’s nothing we can do about it.
But fortunately for King Belshazzar, terrified and pale, his queen comes to the rescue. “May the king live forever!” she says (ironically). “Don’t be alarmed! Don’t look so pale! There is a man in your kingdom who has the spirit of the holy gods in him. In the time of your father he was found to have insight and intelligence and wisdom like that of the gods… Daniel was found to have a keen mind and knowledge and understanding, and also the ability to interpret dreams, explain riddles and solve difficult problems. Call for Daniel, and he will tell you what the writing means.”
This Daniel, one of the old-timer exiles brought from Judah, could in fact read the script, having probably inscribed some cursive on scrolls of old. He, without new age divination or enchantment and without calling on the gods of silver and gold, of bronze, iron, wood and stone, called instead on the God he knew would send the Holy Spirit to interpret the words before the king.
This is what he read: mene, mene, tekel, parsin.
Without mincing words, Daniel informed the king that:
- Your days are numbered.
- You have been weighed and found wanting.
- A kingdom divided shall not stand.
If that’s not a sign of the times, then I don’t know what is. The writing is on the wall. Once we know what it says, we’d do well to acknowledge that we, God’s people and all God’s children in these days, have wandered in our own ways. We have a lot of mending to do.
Does anyone still read script?
Every last little one
0The little ones who cling and cooperate
who listen to instructions
who raise their hands
and smile to answer questions…
They fill you up and keep you coming back.
They’ll do fine.
The ones who resist and refuse
who defy you to “make them”
who turn a cold shoulder or don’t turn at all
and scowl when you call on them…
These sap your strength and make you wonder why you tried.
They are the reason you came.
I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent. ~ Luke 15:7
The Body Doesn’t Lie
0What good is a body?
Its senses offer awareness.
Its movements exercise connectedness.
Its behavior shows what it is thinking.
Its responsiveness proves its attention.
Its spontaneity, a display of flexibility.
Its skill, evidence of its teaching.
Its performance shows that it has practiced.
Its coordination calls on its balance.
Its competence demonstrates its consistency.
Its record shows its preparation.
A body grows when it is nourished,
Its fragrant fruit is sweet success.
The body diminishes when undernourished,
love withheld steals vital stores.
Separate from each other,
the body’s design amounts to nothing.
Helpless to sense,
Hopeless to move,
Confused in thought,
Distracted in direction,
Paralyzed in place or…Listless…Wandering…..Lost.
A body performs magnificently,
when we treat it as it asks.
If we listen as it speaks.
The body doesn’t lie.
What is your body meant to do with its one chance?
How does it respond when you’re not looking?
What does it say when you’re not thinking?
Where does it go when there are no directions?
Whom does it follow when the teacher leaves the room?
How does it work when no one is watching?
The body is our good gift,
meant for the work of one lifetime;
begun in us, created and still creating through us.
The body tells the truth.
Truth does a body good.
Peace Out
4Let’s DO this! …
At a certain time, say, 7:00 pm Friday night, we all just walk out of the building we are in. Just out.
Just for a few minutes.
Not rally, not speeches, not organized.Just OUT.
Quiet.
Talk to neighbor. Just OUT.
Solidarity.
Done.Ready to move on.
Beyond guns.
Beyond oligarchy.
Beyond injustice.
Beyond racism.
Beyond homophobia.
Beyond sexism.
Beyond putting one another down to feel raised up.
Beyond fear.
Beyond hatred.
Beyond pitting one against another.
Beyond destroying this Earth that holds us.Together we stand.
Stand.
I stand here, next to you.
You stand there, next to me.Person by Person. Neighborhood by neighborhood.
City by City.
Land by Land.
Together.We, the people.
~ Magi Treece
Virtual Pokemon, Real Prayer
1Pray upon rising and before retiring. Pray before you eat, before you speak, before you act. Pray yourself into your day, all along and through your day. Pray without ceasing.
I’m all good intentions. It’s just that once I get going, I get rolling and don’t think to stop. So I slipped a reminder rubber band around my wrist as a prayer companion.
I can twist it in my hand and pray quietly or twang it on my wrist and pray forcefully. Slide it up and over my thumb and, instantly, prayer is in the palm of my hand. Whatever I touch is prayer. It sends me the softest reminder as I roll, press, slide or tug. “I’m here, right now, in your circumstance.”
After dinner, my daughter looked at me and laughed. “Mom,” she told me, “you have a Pokemon sitting on your hand.” She snapped a photo, so I could see it. Look at that! Pokemon Eevee was right there on may hand and I never knew it!
And right next to Eevee is my little prayer rubber band, twisted gently around my wrist. See it? So, if our mobile phones can allow us to see things that aren’t really there, could there be things there that we just can’t see yet? Things we can feel but haven’t quite captured?
That small rubber band makes prayer feel real for me, moment by moment. I wonder what those prayers would look like if I could capture a digital image.
It’s probably only a matter of time.
Thank you tosses and goes, Gratitude stays and helps
0“I can say what I want. It’s a free country!” the kid said, shoving his friend a little harder than a friend shoves a friend. The rest of us standing in line to board the flight pretended not to notice these boys ‘doing what boys do’.
That kid is feeling pretty free. I’m thinking he probably has had a pretty smooth ride to today. It’s likely he hasn’t experienced much hardship, suffered significant tragedy, or been the victim of persecution or injustice. These are the heavy burdens that tend to come into our adult lives and, thankfully, the very young are unaware, but when do we introduce them to our kids so they can become acquainted?
Oh, we teach our kids to say please and thank you. We teach them to say I’m sorry. We insist they sit up straight and eat their vegetables. But do we teach them that sometimes things don’t go as planned, and in fact sometimes things stray very far from the plan and we must carry them through anyway?
Just say thank you gets us part way. It gets us to the starting spot on the game board and ready to play. We pick up the dice where our thanks takes its turn. Thanks tosses and goes. It launches from the start point and doesn’t look back. That’s the way the game is played. Take no prisoners; first to finish wins.
But what needs doing?, hesitates before hefting the dice. Onlookers might suppose this is for rule clarification or directional assistance, but actually it’s for confirmation. What needs doing? pauses to be sure it’s really her turn. Is there anyone who needs a lift to the game before I begin?
I pray…
“Lord, show me the need I’m meant to attend to?”
“Dear one, you couldn’t bear the masses of hurt, pain and hatred you would see through My light.”
“How do you bear it? How can you live that way?”
“I didn’t. It killed me. Now I do.”
…”I am so grateful. Show me how to live in deep gratitude for this rather than in the shallow thanks that precipitates please, may I have another.”
“Lord, there is no other. You are my way to our unfathomably generous God. Please help me live out my gratitude.”
Child,
Gratitude forgives.
Gratitude understands.
Gratitude reconciles.
Gratitude works with.
Gratitude gives back.
Gratitude commits for the long haul.
It perseveres.
It doesn’t look around for better options.
It finds a place for everyone.
Truly Grateful stays and helps,
Thanks tosses and goes.
Free is not free from burden.
Its hands are empty and held out.
What needs doing?
Still Powerful
0“The presence of inner peace is the still point of God.” ~ Flora Slosson Wuellner
But still doesn’t mean stalled.
The Comfort of Presence + The Power to Go Forth = Inner Peace
Still point to Starting Point = Outward Joy
Ready, Set, Go