The Lord’s Prayer

For the Lent Project today we were supposed to pray the Lord’s Prayer. Personally I find this a great technique when I’m distracted like I am on days like today.  Right now, I’m pooped. It’s Sunday and that means I’m essentially a zombie. I walk around grunting and nosing about for food. I steer clear of brains and go straight for the dessert I’ve got tucked away in the fridge for my Sunday afternoon snack.

The Lord’s Prayer gives us an outline, a guide on what to pray for.  It’s for those days when we are lost or confused, for those times when we think we might be praying more for what we want than what God wants. This prayer is a beginning.  A place to start and we all need somewhere to start, right? If I were to pray the Lord’s prayer it might go a little something like this…

Our Father in heaven, Hallowed be your name.

You are so great God.  When I think of everything you do and are I am amazed and astounded. Thanks for being part of my life and investing in this world.

Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.

Lord on the one hand I’d love for your kingdom to come, for there to be peace and justice but on the other I’m scared of what that means.  I want to follow you, to do what you want me to do and go where you want me to go.  That’s scary and big and not always clear.  Nudge me and if that fails push me onto right paths so I can be where you want me to be.  Help me to share your light with those around me. Also I really need some help with surrender but I suspect you know that. 

Give us today our daily bread and forgive us our debts
as we have also forgiven our debtors.

I have too much bread Lord and I haven’t been sharing my blessings as I should. Help me to give more to my community. Help me to share with others the blessings and gifts I have been given. Also if you could, cultivate within me a forgiving spirit.  You have forgiven me so I should extend that grace to others and somedays I find that harder than others.

And lead us not into temptation, 
but deliver us from the evil one.

There are things in life that are so tempting.  It’s easy for me to desire more, to wish things were different and wonder about the choices I’ve made. Help me to see that the path that I am on is the right one, if it is not please correct me. Deliver me from evil in this world and keep those things that would distract and draw away far from my presence so I may stand firm in faith and love for you. Amen.

If I’ve gotten off track, I find this is a great way to re-focus and be present in prayer. I usually throw some prayers for people I know and some extra thanksgiving for good measure. On days like today it really helps.

I’d love to know what you’re thinking.  How do you pray and stay focused?  Did you pray the Lord’s Prayer today and find it impacted your prayer life?

Today I am choosing to see.

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My boys had a little disagreement this morning and after they hugged it out my son came running to me.  He crawled up into my lap, turned his head to the side and looked up at me expectantly.  I was supposed to make things better.  I was supposed to support him in his hour of need after a grave injustice had been done to him.  His Dad has said ‘No’ and that traumatized him. I gave him the cuddle he wanted, told him he had to listen to his Dad and when he realized he couldn’t get the ‘Yes’ he wanted, he went off on his merry way. He’s been doing this a lot lately. Pushing boundaries and then running back again.  He wants to explore yet stay close. He’s feeling the tug between independence and security. He is growing up and sometimes that’s hard. At times it’s hard for me too. I want to foster an adventurous spirit and encourage him to explore the world but he is my baby and it’s hard to let go. I make the choice daily to encourage him.  I remind myself that change is necessary and an important part of growing. I cherish these days and enjoy them as they are going so quickly.  I’m making a choice to see him for who he is each day even when I want things to stay the same.

Watching my son this morning after reading today’s passage from the Lent Project changed my perspective on things a little bit.  When we read this passage we need to remember that the people in the synagogue are the same people who watched Jesus grow up. He was a child in their presence. These are the people who would’ve seen him with friends and perhaps he played with their own children. These are the people who would’ve heard him shriek with glee when winning a game. They would’ve dried his tears when he scraped his knees.  They loved him, supported him and were deeply invested in the life of this community so they would’ve been proud to see him take this leadership role in the community.

That said, they might’ve been surprised to see him doing so well and it’s hard to know {as I wasn’t there} if their comment with regards to him being Joseph’s son is a slight because he’s the son of a carpenter or if it’s because he’s come so far and they’re so proud. After speaking, Jesus does what many people in a family do when things are going rather well at a family gathering, he picks a fight. Instead of overlooking the sneaky dig he goes right for the jugular. And are we surprised?  Not in the slightest. Jesus has never been one to hide, he confronts and forces people to see things for how they really are.  How they are unwilling to change and accept that which is new.

It turns out that Jesus was right, the people of Nazareth aren’t very accepting and their response to his statements is attempting to him off a cliff.  This is not a loving act, it’s a huge overreaction. In and of itself this demonstrates how little the people are willing to see. They are stuck in the past, as parental figures and leaders they’ve become offended when he speaks wisdom in their presence and don’t wish to hear it from him. What he says hits too close to home. They can see that he has surpassed them and that I’m sure it scared them. At it’s hard to let go, to see that people have grown beyond us and can now teach us a thing or too. The people of Nazareth weren’t ready to see.  They didn’t possess the faith needed to walk with Jesus and that’s sad.

This is a problem we all encounter at some point or another. Sometimes I see it at home as my son grows, other times I see it at Church when people can’t let go of the past and see where they stand in the present.  Moment pass and we miss important opportunities because we do not see, we have not opened our eyes to the things around us and will not accept that change has happened. We don’t want to learn from those we have taught and sometimes we forget to listen. When truth is painful and resonates deeply it’s hard to accept, it’s hard to see especially when it comes from someone so close to you.

As hard as it is, I want to open my eyes. I want to hear what people have to say and see truth wherever it comes from. I want to witness miracles and have faith enough to make a difference. These people of Nazareth has shown me who I do not want to be and I’m choosing to learn from them. Today I pray for open eyes, for truth to reveal itself and the path to become clear.  Today I choose to see.  Will you open your eyes and join me?

Temptation strikes.

Temptation strikes and we’re left with a choice.  In our Lent Project reading today we encounter Jesus in the wilderness being tempted.  While we may not be tempted in the wild by the devil, we do face temptation on a daily basis. Temptation strikes and there’s a choice to be made.

Cherry Pie
Temptation strikes.  Do we eat a piece of Cherry Pie an hour before dinner?
Temptation strikes.  Do we sit down and write a blog or watch Community?

Many things have the potential to distract. Many things have the potential to lure away. From the iPad to authority, from pie to possession; in everything we are given a choice. What choice should we make? The one Jesus made, to live every moment knowing God.

When faced with temptation he remembered God. When faced with temptation he remembered he served God. When faced with temptation he chose to move with God, to move towards God. Each time we are faced with temptation we must remember we are given a choice.  We can choose to move with God or against God. When temptation strikes what will we do?  We choose God. We choose good.  And if we mess up, we make the choice to correct it.

Temptation strikes and we’re left with a choice.  Today I’m choosing God.  I’m choosing to walk towards him.  How about you?

Part of the family.

Dove

As you can see I’ve really thought about today’s passage for The Lent Project. Not because there’s anything particularly hard about it, there isn’t. I think it’s the straightforward nature of today’s situation that’s made me think. Looking at it, it’s a typical proud father moment. The Dad sees what a great young man his son is and says ‘You did good’. I think it’s the normalcy of this moment that makes it so very striking. God does not ask or tell, God just says ‘I’m proud of you’ to Jesus.

Of course there’s a miraculous component here as well as most people do not typically have the Holy Spirit descend on them like a dove. That’s pretty cool, but what comes afterwards is the interesting part for me today. This type of moment is not the type you usually share. It’s the kind of moment you have with someone when they draw you aside from the crowd to tell you how proud they are and how much they love you. The fact that we are able to witness this moment leaves me feeling a little uncomfortable. I feel like I shouldn’t be here, and yet I am. We all are.

This is an incredible thing. To open up and show us how proud he is of his son is to reveal something special.  To announce this pride and love, to proclaim it to the people is in a way inviting them into the family.  The fact that we are invited to witness this intimate moment it so humbling to me. For some reason God loves me. For some unknown reason God loves me enough to invite me in, chase me when I run away and wait patiently when I don’t call or write. This is not normal behavior for most people. This is a most incredible gift for which I’ll be forever grateful. But it’s not just about me, it’s about you too.  God loves you. While none of us understand it completely and some of us have a hard time accepting it, God loves us.  So much so that he’s willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for us. This moment when we see how much God loves his son shows us just how far God was willing to go. God loves us all and wants us to be with him, to be part of the family.

The question is, will you take him up on his invitation?
Will you say yes when he invites you in?

Practice is essential

I’ve been rather busy lately and that is good. The added blog entry each day has kept me focused in the midst of everything and I appreciate how much easier it is to write if you are writing all the time. I’m not saying each entry is going to be amazing but the words come a little easier if you’re always accessing them. Practice is essential. I can call myself a writer but I need to practice the art of writing to make it true. I’ve always wanted to write a book on the practice of faith because I think there are too many out there who discuss what faith is, and what we should believe but too few talk about how to live a faithful life daily. Practice is essential. We can say we are Christians but we need to practice Christianity for it to be true and how exactly do we do that?  I digress…

In today’s reading for the Lent Project we meet Jesus practicing his faith, acquiring knowledge and sinking into his calling and purpose. He’s twelve at this point. What were you doing at twelve? I was in communicants class learning things like “Man’s chief end is to glorify God and enjoy him forever.” I had a purple jean skirt I remember to this day, I read Gone with the Wind for the first time and spent loads of time baking in the kitchen. I had no idea what my calling and purpose was. I was just a girl living a typical pre-teen life. Jesus at twelve is already practicing. He’s already preparing for what he will become and is passionate about it.

We should all be this passionate about God. We should want to know him, study his word and really sink in to our faith and practice.  I’m positive I could do a better job with this. Lately I’ve been rushing through my morning meditation times. I’ve noticed it getting shorter and shorter but have justified it as I’ve spent a large portion of the day reflecting on the word through questions from the Lent Project. It’s better though when I begin in peace and prayer. Bed is nice but a better start to the day is nicer. When I was 12 I may have memorized passages from catechism but I didn’t fully understand them at the time. I have a better idea of what it all means now. If Man’s chief end is to glorify God and enjoy him forever than surely I must make God a priority. Surely I must make my time with God come first.

I got up early this morning and that was a great thing. Getting up early, sinking in and having that extra time to really wake up and focus set my day up in a positive way. I’ve gotten a lot done and was even able to make a Hot Milk Cake for snack this morning. I thought of the Hot Milk cake when I was wondering what I did when I was twelve. I regularly made this cake and it’s been a long time since I’ve enjoyed a slice. I’m including the recipe here because it was good. I may not have been as focused as Jesus at twelve but I could make a good cake. Here’s the recipe for your enjoyment:

Hot Milk Cake

Hot Milk Cake

This may not be the prettiest cake that you’ll ever make but it is ridiculously gooey and delicious! The topping melts right into the cake and is so amazing.  I can’t even describe it in words.  I’ve made some changes to the original recipe as I didn’t have some of the ingredients on hand but it’s still good and extremely decadent.  It’s also really easy to make.  It makes a great week night treat!

Ingredients: 

Cake: 

1 tbsp butter
1/2 c milk
2 eggs {I used 3 tsp corn starch mixed with 3 tbsp water for our egg allergy}
1 c white sugar
1/2 tsp lemon juice
1 tsp vanilla
1/2 tsp salt
1 c flour {I used whole wheat pastry flour but AP works too}
1 tsp baking powder

Topping:

1/4 c maple syrup
1/4 c brown rice syrup
1 tbsp butter
1 tbsp vanilla
3 tbsp milk
1/2 c dried coconut

Instructions:

For the cake:

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Heat the milk and butter together until melted.  Set pan aside.
In a large bowl beat the eggs (or corn starch mixture) together until well combined.
Add vanilla and lemon juice to the egg mixture.  Set aside.
In a medium bowl combine flour, salt and baking powder.
Add flour alternating with milk to the egg mixture.
Combine well and pour batter into a greased 8×8 pan.
Bake for 25 minutes or until cooked through.

For the topping:

In a small sauce pan while the cake is hot melt together the maple syrup, brown rice syrup and butter over medium heat.
Once melted turn the heat to high and bring the mixture to a boil. Stir the boiling mixture continuously for 90 seconds watching to ensure it does not boil over.
Remove from heat and stir in the vanilla, milk and dried coconut.  Pour over the cake and broil in the oven until bubbly and golden.

Extra Information:

Make sure you watch the cake while it’s under the broiler.  You don’t want to burn the lovely, crispy topping.

 

 

We need community.

Yesterday I went to church. Hardly surprising I know but while I was there I saw various gifts being used, people doing ministry and it filled my heart. The church I’m going to be with through Easter is a good group of people and I love seeing them interact because they are so loving and kind. They have big hearts and they are a community. This morning as I pulled out my Lent Project the importance of community and gifts really struck me. We see two people in this passage. Simeon is a man who is waiting on God’s specific promise of a redeemer to come and Anna is a prophet for the Lord who trusts in God’s promises and is in constant worship and prayer. Two different people experiencing a moment with Jesus who see things differently, who give us a view of what is to come.

Simeon is given the gift of knowledge, of foresight. He shares with Jesus’ parents the pain that is to come, a hint of what may happen. He reminds them, and us that Jesus is about more than just freedom from political injustice, he’s here to redeem our hearts. Anna rejoices with thanksgiving and praise for the coming of the child and tells everyone who has been waiting for redemption that it is here!  Simeon’s knowledge is important as is Anna’s praise and thanksgiving. Knowing what is to come, that it may be hard and difficult shouldn’t stop us from giving thanks today. These two people balance one another and assist us in seeing the big picture. They help us to see the whole story and that is what we need to be looking at as a church.

We all have different gifts of the same spirit. Some of us are teachers, some prophets while others are servants or healers. All of us have a gift from God and none of us can tell or experience the whole story alone. We need one another. We need each other’s strengths and gifts to do God’s work in the world.

Today we are asked the question “Are you willing to wait for God’s promises to come true?” and I think that’s something I will really reflect on. I am someone who has a tendency to want things to move at a pace that I am comfortable with and I know I need to sink into God’s time and plan. But all that aside, this morning I really see the necessity of being in community, of holding one another up in faith. Anna and Simeon didn’t wait for a redeemer at home. They gathered with others to find strength. We need one other. We need each other for support and encouragement as we wait for God to work with us.

While I will spend the rest of the day reflecting on God’s promises and my trust in God I give thanks now for the community that is offered. I am grateful for the strength that comes when we are all together, using our gifts for the work and will of God.

 

 

Without action we would be nowhere.

I’ve been thinking a lot about my call lately. Wondering if I should write the events down as I remember them so that someday when I am 90 I can tell my grandchildren the story without leaving the good parts out. I don’t want to forget. It’s been 20 years now since this whole thing started and I am still amazed at how strange and wonderful life is with it’s twists and turns.

This morning’s reading from The Lent Project started me thinking about God’s call and how it comes again. Today’s reading is the story of Moses’ call, coming from within the burning bush. It seems so odd, so unusual for God to connect this way and yet, at the same time it shouldn’t surprise us. Moses is going about his business, making sure the flock doesn’t wander too far. He was observant of his surroundings and he noticed that something was out of the ordinary. Spotting a burning bush, he went in for a closer look and that’s when it happened. God called out to him “Moses! Moses!”.

What I love about this story is that Moses noticed. He noticed and then drew closer to God. Drew closer and found himself taken on a journey he would never have expected. What really hit me today as I reflected on this passage was the fact that God was able to use Moses because he noticed and acted. It wasn’t just about being called. Moses needed to respond to that call.

I am a minister in a time when people of faith need to start noticing and responding. We need to look for burning bushes. We need to listen for the rustling winds of the spirit. Churches are declining, people are searching for meaning and the world is crying out for help. We need to hear God’s call and respond to it. It’s time for us to listen and act.

Often we get caught up in our own issues. There are bills to pay, pews to fill, people to see. We forget sometimes about our missions and we fail to hear when God is calling us on a new path because of these things. Imagine if Moses had been too busy balancing the books to head into Egypt and free his people. What if he said he couldn’t go because he didn’t want things to change, that he liked them the way they were?  This would be a completely different story.

All of our great stories require action from us.  Without action we would be nowhere.

Moses’ decision to move towards the bush really resonated with me today.  I don’t want to live my life wondering if I should have done something, I’d much rather just do it.  I want to be more like Moses.  I want to see burning bushes and act when God comes calling.

Day two of the Lent Project: Trusting in God’s Promise

Today was a hard day for my boy. His morning began at 5:20am and he’s feeling it. This week has been a week of amazing breakthroughs and accomplishments for him which I think has left him a little drained and excited. We went out this morning to visit some of his little friends and he was just not himself. He sat on my lap and then finally we had to leave as he was tired, cranky and overwhelmed.

As a little valentine treat for him I thought I would take him to the mall for lunch. He finds the mall fascinating as there are elevators and corridors he likes to explore. We almost always know someone at the mall to run into and he likes to walk and see if anything has changed. While we were there I picked up some face cream that I’m running low on. When we got home I unpacked them and noticed something quite intriguing.  On the outside of each package there were promises. One said it would plump up fine lines. Another said it would reduce circles and puffs. These creams come with promises for a better tomorrow. A tomorrow where my skin will be perfect and line free.

Creams

Abram, or Abraham as we more commonly know him was given promises for a better tomorrow in our reading for the Lent Project today.  God promised Abraham that his descendants would be as numerous as the stars and that they would come from the son he and his wife would bear.  An unlikely scenario for two older people and something that most of us would have a hard time believing if it were told to us. Yet Abram believed God when God said he would be his shield and reward. Abram knew that God would follow through on his promises.

Promises for a better tomorrow coming from God are welcome and wondrous but how often do we believe them? I believe in God of course.  I believe that God can do anything, yet sometimes I find myself doubting. I don’t doubt God’s abilities, I doubt that God will get involved. Whether it’s self doubt or cynicism I’m not sure, but I find myself slipping into doubt at times when I know I should be faithful. Why is it that I can buy creams from a counter and have hope that they will do what they promise and not always have that same hope in God?

I should say I’m a relatively hopefully person. Some might say I’m naively optimistic when it comes to the church’s future and I tend believe that good things will happen in the end. I do believe in God’s promise and I love that God is invested in people. Sometimes though, if I’m absolutely honest it’s easier for me to believe Clinique than it is to believe God. It has nothing to do with who is more trustworthy, obviously God wins that challenge. If Clinique’s promises don’t pan out I’m not surprised, I don’t really expect them to. But God’s promises are so much better than a wrinkle cure and I sometimes I can’t imagine that what God says is possible. It just seems so unlikely, so very good to be true.

God’s promises are so very good because God is good. Great things are possible in God not just for others but for me too and I need to start believing that. I think in some ways it’s easier to tell others about God’s goodness than it is to accept it for yourself. It’s time for me to be bold like Abram.  I need to accept that what God promises, God will do.

I have decided today to believe God. I’m choosing to trust that God will do what he says he will do, even if it seems impossible to me.
What about you?

 

Day one of the Lent Project

I feel like such a dork.

Today at a meeting with people I respect and admire I actually used sound effects when I couldn’t express in words what I was thinking. Talk about embarrassing. I could’ve died. I managed to trip over a few words before it ended and left thinking ‘Why am I not more eloquent?’ How I wish it was different. I wish I could take the thoughts in my head and have them pour forth in poetic fashion.  Alas it is not to be.

After I left the meeting I went to the grocery store and thought about how stupid I was and then wondered why God couldn’t have made me differently.  As I stood in front of the chocolate almond milk I thought about the ten pounds I’d like to lose and how if I ever wrote a book I’d have to have head shots taken by someone who knew how to take a good picture so I didn’t look super strange and that’s when it hit me.  This morning’s reading from the Lent project tells us that God was pleased with what he created and in another study I’m doing I read Psalm 139 which tells us that we are “fearfully and wonderfully made” and that God’s works are wonderful.  I sure wasn’t believing that.

I am Becky.  I’m a dork who often lacks the words necessary to really say what I want to say but I have passion inside and I want good things for those I love, for the Church I am a part of and for this world in which we live.  I like Star Trek and Hello Kitty.  I dance in my kitchen wildly with my three year old son. I have been known to walk down an aisle in the grocery store I don’t need to be on to avoid someone I sort of know when I don’t know what to say. God created me this way for a reason. Even when I hate the most introverted, dorky parts of myself, God loves them.

I may be a dork but God loves me and made me this way. Realizing that today was a good thing I think.

Church zombies

My eyes opened and it was dark. Waves of relief rippled through my body. My breathing slowed and began to fade into a smooth rhythm once more. The nightmare was over. The terror had past. It was only a dream.

Last night at 4:30 in the morning I was faced with a terrifying scenario. In my dream as I stepped into the pulpit to begin the sermon, everyone stood up and walked out. Like zombies they fell into step behind one another.  Silent and unresponsive, they were seemingly oblivious to anything that went on around them. As I followed them on their march downstairs, I found them standing in a basement surrounded by water pouring from the ceiling, silent and glassy eyed, doing nothing.

Am I am terrified of being involved with people who fail to see, who are unresponsive and silent in response to what happens around them? Maybe it’s a fear of becoming that myself. Of failing to see and live with purpose. Perhaps I’m afraid that I’ll fail at whatever it is God has called me to do in sharing the Good News. It wasn’t a good dream.

Church zombies are surprisingly scary but very enlightening. I’m pleased to report that this morning’s service was not filled with zombies but was instead a warm, friendly group of people. Nevertheless maybe I should work on some martial arts moves. You never know when the zombie apocalypse might come…

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