Speak words into the air. Launch them into being. Create entire worlds of meaning from sound, voice, intention.
Expand the universe of thought and possibility, Propel it forward with sacred truth. From your mind and heart, begin to introduce your being, your worth, your value.
I AM, I AM, I AM.
We are the Word’s cultivation, formed, shaped, nurtured.
We are the world’s culmination, unearthed, revealed, valued.
So Speak words of form, We are born! Sound words of grace, We are free! Shout words of love, We are known!
And from your very breath, your very being, let air become sound, let sound become word, let word become truth, for you are transforming, you are becoming, YOU ARE. You. Are.
This poem was originally inspired by a beautiful video of a father sharing morning affirmations with his three year old child. Click here to watch the video.
I was also so touched by Poet Laureate Amanda Gorman’s poem, The Hill We Climb, shared at the Inauguration of President Joe Biden. She spoke it so powerfully!
It’s pretty rare for a Facebook post to have more shares than likes, but that’s what the stats currently tell me about a post I made: As of now, there are 63 likes, but there are 113 shares.
I follow the MisterRogersQuotes handle on Twitter, so my screens receive daily quotes from Fred Rogers. I’m glad for that. Occasionally, I’ll screenshot one on my phone and then share it to Facebook also. That’s what I did last week.
He says,
“Some days, doing ‘the best we can’ may still fall short of what we would like to be able to do, but life isn’t perfect — on any front — and doing what we can with what we have is the most we should expect of ourselves or anyone else.”
In an screenshotted image, this simple but very helpful quote spread fast on Facebook. And I realized, people are really longing for this kind of grace, hoping to be in the presence of people who convey, “‘the best you can do’ is truly enough.” And, of course, we need to hear that we’re worth loving and are ourselves ‘enough’ even when ‘the best we can do’ falls short as well. This is true when circumstances inhibit us or when we fail. Our worth and acceptance need not be conditioned on ‘the best we can do.’ Worth and acceptance can be unconditional. This is grace.
It seems that a large and quick number of shares reveal that we need to hear this message again.
So I wonder, which ongoing stories in our lives need this posture from us?
CW: Addiction Years ago, when it was still on Netflix, I would occasionally watch the show Intervention. Do any of you remember that show? It was originally on A&E.
On the show, families worked with interventionists to implement an intervention to address and confront the addiction of a particular family member. Family members and close friends would gather together, express love for their family member, name the ways that the addiction had harmed them personally, and share what they were going to change in relationship to the addiction. Then, ultimately, they tried to convince their family member to go to treatment. That very day, in fact.
The interventionists often helped the larger family choose wellness for themselves. Too often, they had let their health go by the wayside. They needed to get well for themselves. Their wellness might also create conditions for their family member to choose the same. I remember Jeff VanVonderen, one of the interventionists, encouraging the families to take a particular posture toward their member with an addiction. He modeled this statement for them, saying,
“I want you to get well, but I’m going to get well whether you do or not.”
This is a helpful decision — in cases of addiction, yes — but also in regard to many kinds of challenges or conflicts.
“I want you to get well, but I’m going to get well whether you do or not.”
Years ago, I did a lot of studying of Family Systems Theory. This area of study explores the ways that communities function — families, workplaces, religious communities, schools — and considers how self-differentiated members can impact the larger health of these communities. This doesn’t involve internalizing the need-for-health of the whole organization. This doesn’t involve staying unwell, holding the stress of the organization, or continuously trying to convince the community that it needs help. It often involves prioritizing one’s own health.
“I want you to get well, but I’m going to get well whether you do or not.”
When we do this, we definitely move toward health. Sometimes, others will never choose it, and we need to choose it for ourselves. But sometimes, a surprising thing happens too. That choice adds additional health to the family, community, or organization (not saving it, or taking it on, but a healthy side effect) and sometimes, others begin to choose it too.
So I wonder, what ongoing stories in our lives need this posture from us?
“I want you to get well, but I’m going to get well whether you do or not.”
Christmas exclaims that Time is an ever-expanding universe of arrival.
Christ has come, Christ is coming, Christ will come again.
Above and among, Beyond and beside, God stuns with sacred presence. Abstract and adnate, Boundless and bodied, God surprises with sudden reverence.
In this universe of Christmas, Time accelerates with increasing, expansive speed, and Time slows with easing, pensive stillness. Advent jumbles all eras of time together, Collapsing them into one another — colliding galaxies, continually merging.
Sacred past and sacred future converge, revealing a sacred present, A Holy, Sacred Now for
The One Who Was, Who Is, and Who Is to Come.
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Mary was a universe of possibilities, God’s Mother, a cosmos of potentiality, “For in this rose contained was heaven and earth in little space, Res miranda. . .” [3] Res miranda! — A Wondrous Occurrence. . .
The Holy Spirit appears to reveal the sacred prospect, And Mary adds her YES, ushering in Emmanuel, God With Us.
Mary, Theotokos, bears God into the world. Res Miranda.
Mary, Theotokos, bears God’s child, Res Miranda! a galaxy of unending grace.
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And. . . if Christmas is a swirling collision of Holy Time, making all things present, making all things new. . . Perhaps the Holy, Sacred Now is upon us, Perhaps the Holy Spirit is appearing among us, Right now, Right here, This very hour, summoning us to add our YES, so that we too might bear God into the world.
[1] This is an image of Spiral Galaxy ESO-137-001 as captured by the Hubble Space Telescope.
[2] This image was created by Deborah Koff Chapin and is part of her Soul Cards collection.
[3] This text is a portion of “There Is No Rose of Such Virtue,” a 15th century English Carol. Feel free to listen to the version that the King’s Singers perform:
[4] This is a NASA image of colliding galaxies.
[5] This image comes from wallpaper created by Fanpop.com. You can access the image here.
White ceramic elephant figurine on brown wooden table
When I was 9, I heard about a white elephant gift exchange for the first time. My friend’s Mom was having one. I no longer believed in Santa, but for about two weeks of my life, I sincerely believed my friend was about to receive a small, white elephant as a pet.
And because I was over there all the time, I was about to receive a small, white elephant as a pet.
I was so very excited.
I still enjoy white elephant gift exchanges, but this one had the cutest expectations.
Image Description: Four very real reindeer are eating grass. Public domain image.
This is one of my favorite questions to ask people:
What is something you learned incorrectly as a child but only realized well into your adulthood?
This is a fantastic question! It leads to stories that are very dear and often, quite hilarious. Some people talk about words they mispronounced for decades, only revealed, of course, when they blurted them aloud in a group setting. Others talk about illogical beliefs they internalized as kids which emerged unexpectedly in their minds years later (or were also voiced aloud!) These come as a total surprise because people hadn’t even thought about the topic, let alone questioned their young belief, until that very moment.
This American Life has an entire episode of stories like these. My favorite involves a moment when a college student approached other college students at a campus party and asked the question, “So… are unicorns just really rare, or did they go extinct?”
Hysterical. Totally embarrassing. But also so dear. I love it!
With all of this in mind, I will now admit that I have an embarrassment of riches of stories like these from my own life. And I will share one of them today.
My favorite personal story of this kind involves the nine year window when I didn’t believe in reindeer.
Yes, you heard that correctly.
Now I hope this doesn’t come as a total surprise or crush anyone’s dreams, but when I was eight years old, I learned the sad truth that Santa wasn’t real. (Are you okay? I hope so). In the moment of this revelation, I was pretty of devastated. I was also deeply concerned that I wouldn’t get presents anymore.
So in the midst of my sadness, I resigned myself to reality. So much so, in fact, that I just kind of… over-steered. I just assumed… that… reindeer weren’t real either.
I mean, come on… They fly! Flying reindeer? No way.
At least there was some sort of evidence of Santa’s existence. Gifts showed up annually, so there was something tangible to associate with him. Plus, I saw him in all the malls!
But once I knew the sad truth, how could I possibly believe in flying, antlered caribou? Reindeer quickly went the way of the unicorn. (Ahem… not extinct. Non-existent).
That is, until… I was 17 years old. That is, until… I was flipping through the channels and saw a nature documentary on my television set.
A British accented, David Attenbourough wannabe voiced commentary as creatures walked around in the snow, plunging their faces into the frigid stuff, attempting to nibble on frozen grasses. “The reindeer are in the tundra,” the David Attenbourough wannabe said in all his formal tones.
And I started laughing. Laughing! “The reindeer! In the tundra! Yeah…”
But then, my laughing stopped abruptly, and my mouth gaped open. As I sat alone in the living room of my childhood home, in my last year before legal adulthood, a recognition completely washed over me. It dawned on me — at age 17 — that reindeer are REAL.
I had indeed over-steered. The reindeer had been in the tundra this whole time.
Image Description: Tealight candles are it and lined up next to each other in an s-curve pattern.
I know a pastor who often says a particular phrase when he prays in worship:
“Help us to be a part of the very prayers we make.”
It’s a phrase I have taken on as well when I lead prayers. Prayer can mean many different things and take on many different forms. I suspect if we pray, most of us pray in many different formats, and we likely infuse that process with many forms of meaning.
But certainly, praying should call us to action.
We need to be a part of the very prayers we make.
So if you pray, what do you pray for these days? Or if you would use a different word than prayer, what do you hope for? Or long for? What need is grabbing your attention in this world, your community, your family?
Whatever it is, how might we take an action to be present to that very need? Or to address that very need?
How might this be important especially for neighbors who are so often out of view? – Those in prison, – Those going hungry, – Those experiencing homelessness, – Those in the throes of addiction, – Those who are immigrants, – Those who live in fear in the shadows, – Those who are sick without healthcare, – Those who are stigmatized because of mental illness, – Those who have lost jobs, – Those who are foreclosing on their houses, – Those who have received a challenging diagnosis, – Those who are harassed or bullied. . .
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Smuggling Grace 