I feel I am only one short step ahead of being swallowed, whole, by depression. Glances back far outweigh looking forward. Slight remembrances of childhood corners are turning into longing stares. I know God loves me, but so did Mom and she’s not here. And I seem to love most, if not only, those people and things lost or not found (if only in my imagination). Continue reading 40:60 Off the Couch of Sullenness
Whether we call upon God in our moment of strength before stepping into the temptations of our character defects, or make our plea for forgiveness while the powder sugar is still settling on our lips, God is equally present with love and compassion on both sides of our decisions. Continue reading 40:60 Compassion to Change
The 40:60 Campaign, or forty days to turning 60 years, started with a panic in facing my next birthday. A biggie. The big 6-0. All birthdays, even the mundane crossings from 33 to 34, or 56 to 57, stir up a need to reflect and repent. Yes, repent – for what I didn’t get done, what dress size I either grew out-of or didn’t reduce-to, or what book stayed still stuck in my dreams. Continue reading The 40:60 Campaign
“Give yourself, and all you have ever met a fresh start from to-day. Remember no more their sins and failures, or your own. The remembrance is a current of disappointment that hinders the swimmer.”-God Calling
These loving words reach the parts of me that want to condemn the less-than-perfect me, the me that stumbles and falls. They remind me that every single day I get a fresh start, a present where God accompanies my walk as if I am perfectly His, and an easter. Continue reading 40:60
We are commissioned by each sense of God’s grace, each awe of wonderment in the silent times of God moving our hearts; in each humbled moment of feeling God’s love showered down on our weary, unworthy and worn shoulders, and we are charged to “go out into our day” because… we have work to do.
By God’s grace, and by the power of God’s Spirit we have work to do, for good. And for me it begins with my own prayer and meditation.
“The detached soul does not care if it is serving God by meditating, or serving him by looking after a neighbor. What matters is what God wants the soul to do at that particular time.”–St Francis
So prayer + meditation = peace. But don’t be fooled by the luxury of peace and confuse the means with the end. Don’t get lost staring into the hypnotic flame of peace and sit in stillness because… we have work to do.
Prayer and meditation sets the stage for God’s will be to be revealed – quickly or over time, it will be made known to my soul. It clarifies, focuses, empowers us to see and do God’s works for good by His power, wisdom and inclusive compassion. Always beginning in the intimate construction or re-construction of righting our mind’s attitudes and our heart’s posture, we are then made fit to “go out into our day” because… we have work to do.
In God’s efficient nature, no light shined into our hearts of illumination, or renewed love and understanding, need be lost by the hoardings of self-examination or even amazement. What is revealed by God must be carried out into our world with God for a wider, more lasting love than what any museum-quality fascination might offer.
We have work to do.
Practicing the “nothing special” detachment of Eastern meditation quiets the noise, slows my biology and tempers my racing monkey mind to a slower beat; makes me more physically fit to pray and enter into the attachment with God.
“Religion really means to rejoin that which seems to be separate.” – Charolotte Joko Beck