Showing posts with label comforting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label comforting. Show all posts

Monday, June 17, 2013

Diaspora


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I came across the word diaspora in March while reading a morning meditation.  I had a general idea of its meaning, but when I looked up its origin and learned it came from the Greek word diaspeirein, to scatter, from dia + speirein to sow, I saw a hopeful metaphor for the many who have left the church of their birth.  What if this current massive scattering of the faithful is God’s way of sowing seeds to an eventual ecumenical end where all people will come to respect another’s beliefs, and eventually embrace and care for each other?

In Barbara Brown Taylor’s memoir, “Leaving Church,” she tells of leaving her position as an Episcopal pastor because her desire to be all things to all people, all the time, left her emotionally, physically and spiritually spent.  She now teaches religious studies at Piedmont College.  From her experience as pastor, Taylor summarized so well what is needed for church today with these words:  We needed a different way of being together before God, shaped more like a circle than a pyramid.  We needed to ditch the sheep paradigm.  We needed to take turns filling in for Jesus, understanding that none of us was equal to the task to which all of us had been called.  We needed to share the power.  And she asked this great question …might it be time for people of good faith to allow that God’s map is vast, with room on it for both a center and an edge?  While the center may be the place where the stories are preserved, the edge is the place where the best of them happen. 

Empowerment is another word for “to share power.”  When we empower one another everyone benefits.  And in the ongoing process of creation, we need new stories to keep God relevant for us.  Who would have thought that trusting in the slow work of God could be so comforting? 

Monday, June 3, 2013

Found?


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Found, yes, but not completely.  Living the mystery is now more comforting to me than any certainty of where I am at.  I prefer it that way for it leaves me more open to new learning.  But seriously lost?  Not anymore.  Not after I claimed my self-worth and am gradually growing in true appreciation of the unconditional worth of others.  Writing God Never Hurries was an important piece of finding my way.  It gave my life context and put perspective on my troubles.

In my memoir I tell of listening to my father’s litany of derision one morning and I wrote:  But I felt like a duck.  His words seemed to hit my back and roll to the floor as I stood there flipping pancakes.  They did not penetrate me and I felt some hate drain with the understanding that he is not going to change.  That brought a strange kind of relief.  I remembered the words there is a reason and season for everything—joy/sorrow; bravery/fear; love/hate; peace/war.  I remembered too, other words that woke me once before, “Be careful.  He’s dangerous.”  I wasn’t sure those words were real until then.

Deep appreciation for all my learning thus far came to me in the mail recently on a CD sent to me by one of my Wisdom Seeker friends.  There was no artist named on it and a magic marker had identified the title as “How Could Anyone.”  It is sung by the voice of an angel accompanied by a soulful melody to these words:

“How could anyone ever tell you
You were anything less than beautiful?
How could anyone ever tell you
You were less than whole?
How could anyone fail to notice that
Your loving is a miracle?
How deeply you’re connected to my soul.”

What if that song became an iconic best seller and ran through the mind and heart of everyone?