Monday, November 26, 2012
Advent....
I was raised in a deep south CoC (Church of Christ) environment. I was taught to go to church, love God and Jesus, study my bible and sing from the depth of my soul (without instruments). For these things I will always be eternally grateful, although I disagree with that whole "without instruments" part. I prefer singing without instruments, but certainly don't think you are wrong to praise God with a musical instrument. (Sorry for that little rabbit trail moment) The seed of Jesus was planted in my heart from a very young age. Thank you Momma and Daddy.
Along with all the wonderful things I was taught came some things that didn't make sense to me. I was always told that we didn't celebrate the birth of Christ in December (not by my parents) because we didn't really know when Christ was born. (Insert confused child here) I was told this by the same people (again, not my parents) who proudly displayed ghosts, devils, zombies and witches in their yard for most, if not all of the month of October. Somehow it was ok to celebrate the most grisly details of death, witchcraft and paganism, but we should NOT celebrate the birth of a Savior in December.
Weird.O.
I know they believed and still believe deeply in what they were saying, but with all due respect, it made no sense to me logically or spiritually then or now. They said things like "We should celebrate the death, burial and resurrection everyday" except apparently during December and close to Easter. As a teen, I specifically remember a man praying before we were dismissed to class one Wednesday night in December. During his prayer he praised God for the birth of Jesus and the fact that the whole world stopped and acknowledged his birth during this special time of year. I also remember that church leadership scolded him after that. Seriously, I'm not making this up. The best I can figure is that since these are considered man-made dates, you can't celebrate Jesus during that time. Or that you just can't say that Jesus was born on this day. Ok, so Jesus wasn't born on December 25th. I get that. It could have been July 16th? Ok. Big whoop. It's just a day. But EVERY DAY is a day to celebrate Jesus.
EVEN December 25th.
The thing that confused me the most was that they still celebrated the holidays, but just didn't want to mention Jesus. Bunnies, eggs, Santa, flying reindeer, etc., all the "pagan" parts of the celebrations were intact, but they just left out Jesus. How bizarre is that? Now I admit that this is just one girl's opinion, but I've rattled all this around in my head and heart for 46 years now and it still makes no sense to me. I simply don't want to leave out Jesus on any day, even December 25th.
My mother led me by example and taught a class. I grew up to be a bible teacher as well (thanks mom). One year when I was small, I remember my mother suggested that they use Barbies to build a nativity scene in class. If you know me well you know I thought that was a grand idea. I'm all about a Barbie doll. In fact I used 2 Ken dolls and a bottle of red nail polish to illustrate leprosy while teaching a 4 and 5 year old class. I dotted one up with red polish and left the other alone. Ken had leprosy (the one with the red dots) and then slipped him down under the blue wash cloth (aka water) and BAMM he was healed (the one without dots). It made an impact on the kids. Their eyes got big and there were lots of oooo's and ahhhhh's. But I digress. Back to the Nativity scene....My mother's idea was quickly squashed because "We don't celebrate Christmas as Christ's birth." I remember her being irritated. Seems I got more than my baby blues from my Momma.
The whole Celtic Christianity mentality is about wrapping our spiritual nature around every day activities and thoughts. I talked about that in a previous post. My prayer journey has led me to a point in life where I want to surround myself with Jesus. I want to be in a state of "praying without ceasing" and cover all my activities in prayer. I do not always accomplish this. I slip up, mess up and fail Him. But I'm doing better. I'm growing and that is what He looks at.
All that was to say, I am still a member of the CoC but I'm all about weaving Jesus into any month of the year and any day of the week, even a random Tuesday. I'm thankful that the world acknowledges His birth in December, but saddened that they don't acknowledge His divine power.
Sometimes I fully understand the wise Pooh Bear who once said, "It's a long story and even longer when I tell it." Sorry for the long explanation, but I hope it helped explain the journey to where I am.
So about Advent...yep....I like it. I do it. I embrace it.
Why? Because it makes me focus on two things: Jesus and waiting. These are two topics I need to focus on. I'm not good at waiting, although God has beat me over the head so much about this topic lately that I'm making baby step sized progress. And I need to ALWAYS focus on Jesus, anytime.
Advent is considered a period of preparation and waiting before Christmas. It reminds me to slow down, consider Jesus and contemplate what His coming actually means to me. The word advent actually comes from the Latin word "adventus" which means arrival or coming, particularly of something of importance.
In western Christianity, Advent begins on the 4th Sunday prior to Christmas. In eastern Christianity it begins earlier in November...whatever...a date is a date. It's the purpose that means something not the date. You could actually do these things on 4 random Sundays between say July and August if you wanted. (I know...mind.blown)
For many Christians (including me) the season of Advent is about thanking God for the gift of His Son, the gift of His Holy Spirit that lives in us and the anticipation of His second coming. Yippee Yahoo. I mean seriously, for the love, can anything be better!? As far as I'm concerned the skies can crack open today with the trumpet sounding. I'm ready for the eternal party! (Insert 30 second praise dance) Remember I STILL love to play with Barbies-I'm a 5 year old trapped in a 46 year old body.
Each church and each person who embraces Advent celebrates in a different way it seems. So I'll skip telling you all the things other folks do it and tell you what this girl's plans are for this year.
We've done different things in the past as a family. We've made wreaths that told the story of Jesus, we've had candles, we've played with nativity scenes, we've drawn pictures...whatever it took to make my boys understand that "Jesus is special and He deserves our praise no matter what the day or month".
This year I bought a lovely, but simple votive candelabra with 5 candle cups on it. "Typically" when using candles to celebrate Advent, there are 5 candles involved: 3 purple, 1 pink and 1 white.
According to tradition, Advent begins this year on Sunday, December 2. During your meditation time, think on the prophecy of the coming of Jesus. Meditate on scriptures such as Isaiah 7:14, 9:2-7, chapter 53, 61:1-4. Light one of the purple candles and think on these things. Spend time in quiet prayer asking God to reveal more you to about these scriptures. The candle isn't magical, but it does help you focus. And focus in the point here isn't it? Focus on the beautiful message of Jesus, not just for information but for transformation.
The second Sunday of Advent this year is Sunday, December 9th. Light one of the purple candles along with the one you lit last week. This second purple candle represents love or in some traditions this second purple candle represents the manager. So as you light this second candle, focus on scriptures that lead your mind to dwell deeply on God's love and the precious, simple manager that our King rested in.
The 3rd Sunday of Advent this year is Sunday, December 16th. Light the first two purple candles you have already lit and then light the pink candle. This candle represents joy and the shepherds who were the first to hear of His arrival. Dwell on scriptures that remind you of the joy you find in Jesus and remember the story of the shepherds.
The 4th Sunday of Advent of this year is Sunday, December 23rd. Light the first two purple candles you have lit in previous weeks and also the pink candle. Now light the last purple candle. This one represents peace and the angels who announced Jesus birth. Dwell in scriptures that focus on peace and remind yourself of the story that retells the beauty of the angels announcing His birth.
On Christmas Eve, light all the candles plus the white candle. This candle represents the purity of the Christ child who came to save us from our sins. Meditate on the whole "Christmas" story. Praise God for giving us this sacrificial gift. Dwell deeply in scriptures that will help you focus on HIS gift. Celebrate Jesus!
Do I think people who don't embrace the Advent remembrances are wrong? No, not at all. Could you be missing out on something amazing? Yes. I am at a point in my life when I will do all I can to help me focus on God the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.
I'll even embrace Advent.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Being Lonely and Galway City....
It's a Sunday morning. I'm home while my family is at church. It's Thanksgiving weekend and I've been cooped up in my house for days with strep throat. I've not been able to attend any of the lovely Thanksgiving celebrations that have been going on in our family. Honestly, I have been lonely. It's hard not to be lonely when your family is off celebrating and you are in bed with a fever. But, I wouldn't have wanted them to miss out on the love too. Sigh....So I'm thankful they went on with the celebrations. That still doesn't change the fact that it's lonely being left behind. It's one thing to choose to be alone (which I do quite often) and quite another to be left behind.
This morning while they are at church and I'm at home, I've been doing a wee bit of Internet surfing. I'm lonely for Ireland and Scotland. When I'm sick I find myself being melancholy for the Celtic lands. Why? I'm not sure, but it happens just like clockwork every time I'm sick. I feel that deep pull for the homelands of my heart and soul. For me that's Ireland and Scotland. There appears to be a large invisible string attached to my heart on one end and the Celtic lands on the other. Sometimes the pull is greater than others. When I'm lonely, sad or sick the pull is very, very strong.
Our family went to Ireland in 2010, all four of us, my husband and my two sons. Our last big adventure as a family of four living together in the same household. My oldest son was a senior in high school at the time, so this trip was important. We left on the heels of my father-in-law's passing. In a few months, my oldest moved away to college. It was a pivotal point in our family's history.
One of our favorite places was Galway City. It's so Irish in feel, music, color, culture....I have brilliant memories of Galway. We spent St. Patrick's Day there. Lots of walking, talking, laughing, shopping and absorbing. No loneliness there. Just watching the video below, which is filmed in Galway City Center, my mind is transported back and I feel the air and smell the smells. A lovely day of Irish madness, surrounded by the people I love the most in this whole wide world. What is better than that? Nothing, quite frankly.
I saw this video a few months ago and it made an impact on me. But today in my melancholy mood, it has made a deeper impact seeing it for the second time.
So what is my life's biggest regret? I have so many, but I wish I had none. Perhaps then my biggest life's regret is that I have regrets. What are my individual regrets? Here are a few.
1. That we got married so young without exploring the world as individuals first. I think that would have made us better people.
2. That I've not been the mother I've needed to be. I look back now and see so many mistakes. I regret those mistakes. You can never fix a mistake as a mother. Those mistakes affect your children forever, even if you have said "I'm sorry."
3. I regret not listening to my Grandparents more. I'd love to listen to them now.
4. I regret that I didn't answer the calling to prayer at a younger age.
5. I regret not listening more.
This morning while they are at church and I'm at home, I've been doing a wee bit of Internet surfing. I'm lonely for Ireland and Scotland. When I'm sick I find myself being melancholy for the Celtic lands. Why? I'm not sure, but it happens just like clockwork every time I'm sick. I feel that deep pull for the homelands of my heart and soul. For me that's Ireland and Scotland. There appears to be a large invisible string attached to my heart on one end and the Celtic lands on the other. Sometimes the pull is greater than others. When I'm lonely, sad or sick the pull is very, very strong.
Our family went to Ireland in 2010, all four of us, my husband and my two sons. Our last big adventure as a family of four living together in the same household. My oldest son was a senior in high school at the time, so this trip was important. We left on the heels of my father-in-law's passing. In a few months, my oldest moved away to college. It was a pivotal point in our family's history.
One of our favorite places was Galway City. It's so Irish in feel, music, color, culture....I have brilliant memories of Galway. We spent St. Patrick's Day there. Lots of walking, talking, laughing, shopping and absorbing. No loneliness there. Just watching the video below, which is filmed in Galway City Center, my mind is transported back and I feel the air and smell the smells. A lovely day of Irish madness, surrounded by the people I love the most in this whole wide world. What is better than that? Nothing, quite frankly.
I saw this video a few months ago and it made an impact on me. But today in my melancholy mood, it has made a deeper impact seeing it for the second time.
So what is my life's biggest regret? I have so many, but I wish I had none. Perhaps then my biggest life's regret is that I have regrets. What are my individual regrets? Here are a few.
1. That we got married so young without exploring the world as individuals first. I think that would have made us better people.
2. That I've not been the mother I've needed to be. I look back now and see so many mistakes. I regret those mistakes. You can never fix a mistake as a mother. Those mistakes affect your children forever, even if you have said "I'm sorry."
3. I regret not listening to my Grandparents more. I'd love to listen to them now.
4. I regret that I didn't answer the calling to prayer at a younger age.
5. I regret not listening more.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
What happens when you pray.....
God has led me to a life of prayer. I had no idea what the impact would be. Check this out.
Adam is our youngest son.
Adam is our youngest son.
Monday, November 19, 2012
What if....
What if you thought every moment were the last?
The last time to thank someone.
The last time to hug someone.
The last time to say I love you.
The last time to cook for someone.
The last time to laugh with someone.
The last time to go to a movie together.
The last time to celebrate Thanksgiving.
The last time to put gas into your car.
The last time to drive a car.
The last time to look into the eyes of your children.
The last opportunity to encourage your children.
The last time to make love to your spouse.
The last time to kiss your spouse.
The last time to feel the sunshine on your face.
The last time to make your child's favorite meal.
The last time to ask for someone's forgiveness.
The last time to forgive.
The last time to tell your children how proud you are of them.
The last time to tell your parents thank you.
The last time to make macaroni and cheese.
The last time to sing with your church family.
The last time to go to church.
The last time to pray.
The last time to smile at someone just to make them smile back....
What if?
Would you do things differently?
Would you breathe in the moment a little deeper?
Would you take the time, even if your body didn't feel like it?
Would you choose to not care?
What if?
The last time to thank someone.
The last time to hug someone.
The last time to say I love you.
The last time to cook for someone.
The last time to laugh with someone.
The last time to go to a movie together.
The last time to celebrate Thanksgiving.
The last time to put gas into your car.
The last time to drive a car.
The last time to look into the eyes of your children.
The last opportunity to encourage your children.
The last time to make love to your spouse.
The last time to kiss your spouse.
The last time to feel the sunshine on your face.
The last time to make your child's favorite meal.
The last time to ask for someone's forgiveness.
The last time to forgive.
The last time to tell your children how proud you are of them.
The last time to tell your parents thank you.
The last time to make macaroni and cheese.
The last time to sing with your church family.
The last time to go to church.
The last time to pray.
The last time to smile at someone just to make them smile back....
What if?
Would you do things differently?
Would you breathe in the moment a little deeper?
Would you take the time, even if your body didn't feel like it?
Would you choose to not care?
What if?
"The Lord's Prayer"
As I have been studying the Benedictine prayer life, I'm finding that I pray "The Lord's Prayer" multiple times a day. I am awed by the fact that these brief words are not just an exercise in prayer, but actually came out of the Savior's mouth as He taught his followers how to pray. When I pray "The Lord's Prayer" I'm speaking the words of my Savior. That just awes me.
Now I have a confession to make. When I pray "The Lord's Prayer" I don't say the words. I sing them. I know that's a little weird. But music is the method to which I remember things the best. I still sing the books of the bible song when I'm looking for a book in the bible. When I think of the wee little man Zaccheus, I sing that song too.
Music is how my mind remembers best. So when I pray "The Lord's Prayer" at different times throughout my day, I sing. Sometimes I sing out loud and sometimes just silently inside my head. Although I do not sound like Charlotte Church, the Lord hears my prayer anyway.
Do you find yourself getting bored with your prayer life? Does it seem flat? Try spending the entire day repeating "The Lord's Prayer". Sing it. Speak it. Listen to it. Just do it. And often. But always let the words penetrate your heart, your mind and your soul. Live it.
Forever. Amen.
Now I have a confession to make. When I pray "The Lord's Prayer" I don't say the words. I sing them. I know that's a little weird. But music is the method to which I remember things the best. I still sing the books of the bible song when I'm looking for a book in the bible. When I think of the wee little man Zaccheus, I sing that song too.
Music is how my mind remembers best. So when I pray "The Lord's Prayer" at different times throughout my day, I sing. Sometimes I sing out loud and sometimes just silently inside my head. Although I do not sound like Charlotte Church, the Lord hears my prayer anyway.
Do you find yourself getting bored with your prayer life? Does it seem flat? Try spending the entire day repeating "The Lord's Prayer". Sing it. Speak it. Listen to it. Just do it. And often. But always let the words penetrate your heart, your mind and your soul. Live it.
Forever. Amen.
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Special evening of prayer...
I knew last night would be a wonderful time of prayer. I went expecting Jesus and as always He was there. The quiet, still atmosphere was divine. The candle flickering reminded me of God's light. The quiet people dotted around the pews, all lifting their unified voices asking for God's help was a gift beyond description. It was majestic indeed.
John and I fasted from solid food all day as we prayed. That went really well, in fact m uch easier than I expected. It helped that we were together and moving toward a common goal. When we each felt tempted, we helped each other along. That's the way God intended isn't it?
My night was topped of with special blessing when my sweet precious friend Tricia drove from Georgia straight to the church to join the prayer. While I was praying, John gave me a gentle tap on the shoulder and I raised my eyes to see Tricia. What a wonderful surprise and blessing! Just when you think God can't fill your heart any more, a friend walks in.
We got to talk about old times, fun times....and sadly.....times of sickness. It's terrible that it's generally the worst times of life that bring our hearts together at the throne of God. But I can't imagine going through things like this without friends and family. I do so love you Tricia.
To those of you who prayed, thank you is not enough. But that's all I have....Thank you. Whether you spent time in our church building or prayed outside the building in your busy lives...Thank you.
I wish I had more words I could say that would convey my gratitude. Until those words come, I offer another "Thank you" and "Praise God".
John and I fasted from solid food all day as we prayed. That went really well, in fact m uch easier than I expected. It helped that we were together and moving toward a common goal. When we each felt tempted, we helped each other along. That's the way God intended isn't it?
My night was topped of with special blessing when my sweet precious friend Tricia drove from Georgia straight to the church to join the prayer. While I was praying, John gave me a gentle tap on the shoulder and I raised my eyes to see Tricia. What a wonderful surprise and blessing! Just when you think God can't fill your heart any more, a friend walks in.
We got to talk about old times, fun times....and sadly.....times of sickness. It's terrible that it's generally the worst times of life that bring our hearts together at the throne of God. But I can't imagine going through things like this without friends and family. I do so love you Tricia.
To those of you who prayed, thank you is not enough. But that's all I have....Thank you. Whether you spent time in our church building or prayed outside the building in your busy lives...Thank you.
I wish I had more words I could say that would convey my gratitude. Until those words come, I offer another "Thank you" and "Praise God".
Friday, November 16, 2012
24 hours of prayer
Cole, Ronnie, Angie and Austin
Pictured above is my bestie and her group of dudes. That's what I've always called my group of men "The dudes". It's funny, Angie's nickname from her daddy has always been "Dude". I took this image just last weekend. This is likely my favorite image of all time and I've been a photographer for 12 years. At the end of the photo session, I called out "Group Hug" and this is what I captured. I love that in the midst of sickness there is joy. I love that in the midst of questions there is security. And in the midst of life, there is love, deep abiding love. I love this family more than I can ever express with words. They are my family.
Today our church is holding a 24 hour prayer vigil for her healing. Our church and the church where her first cousin ministers are joining prayer forces to ask God to heal her. Please join us. The church was opened at 5am this morning and will remain open until 5am tomorrow morning. You are welcome to stop by and pray. Or of course pray from wherever you are. Link here for directions to the building.
If you choose to fast along with praying, I have asked our God to bless your time of fasting.
May today bring you much peace and joy.
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