Saturday, May 6, 2017

Redemption Nears

Last night we sat in our living room with the first two couple friends Doug and I ever made in Georgia, laughing, eating, sharing life. Like everyone else, none of our families have been exempt from moments of tragedy, tension, seeming defeat and bottom feeder experiences that can only be summarized as living in hell. In the laughter last night, the sharing, I felt Father so clearly dancing over and through our moment. "I waste nothing," He whispered.

If it is true that the Lamb was slain before the foundation of the world, then Jesus's incarnation, death, burial and resurrection was always Plan A in the heart of Abba, not a shot from the hip, clean up the mess Adam made Plan B.

This is a crucial understanding to life with God and life with people. For in His choosing, it means Father looked out over creation fully aware of all the messes and heinous hurtful, harmful, painful choices and actions we would rend upon the earth and upon each other and He still decided creating us was worth it.

You. Me. The very good of all things created, we are worth it. And in our worth, He anchors us to Himself in His love with one goal in mind: redemption. To bring us back to Himself. To restore us fully to the dance of relationship with Father, Son and Holy Spirit and to restore harmony once again to all relationships.

I saw redemption in the air last night. That on the other side of hurt and wrong, being judged and passed over, forgotten or misunderstood...on the other side of silence and questioning and feelings of aloneness. All the dark parts of being human and living in relationships, just through the intense parts of the crosses we bear, hangs redemption. And it is for that Jesus endured and why we endure.

Redemption is the joy that is set before us. It is the return of relationship to its rightful place. The place of alignment where you belong, where I belong. Redemption is the place where the weaver weaves and the singers sing and Abba dances.

Wait for it, my friends. Participate with Him, even when doing so feels a little like slogging through wet mud. Redemption is the summing up of all things. Like a conductor striking his baton and summoning the instruments to play middle C, the groaning of the earth is waiting for that moment, that fullness of time when the Master Weaver weaves redemption through your situation. Rest assured, all around He is at work redeeming the world to Himself.

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Shine On

The ego demands our participation in either/or. False self says I have to choose. Living from the Tree of Life, we ask the question, what does love look like here? How do I participate with Love? What is love doing? It holds a wider, broader, deeper view than just I. True self says yes, and.

Ego demands that I choose life or death. Love has swallowed death. True self demands no such thing. Ego says we have to choose to celebrate a woman's right to march or tear it down, violently or religiously. It does not matter how we trash it, only that we do. True self says yes, I can hold on to my credo, my expression and someone else's without being critical or judgmental. Ego says I either save my country first or I choose to help other countries at the expense of my own. True self says there is room for both. Yes, I can be other centered and still practice self-care. Ego demands that I choose my allegiance to my beliefs or be accepting of how people live that I don't agree with. True self says yes, there is a place for me to honor my credo and a place for me to honor people, even people whose expression of life and choices are markedly different than mine.

[Jesus] Himself is our peace. [He has] made both groups into one and broke down the barrier of the dividing wall, by abolishing in His flesh the enmity, which is the Law of commandments contained in ordinances, so that in Himself He might make the two into one new man, thus establishing peace, and might reconcile them both in one body to God through the cross, by it having put to death the enmity (Eph. 2:14-16).

Love has forever settled the issue. No longer do we have to stand on one side of the dividing wall or the other. No longer do we have to participate with either/or, split into tribes and factions. He has taken us all into Himself, holding us within His Love, establishing peace, bringing reconciliation to humanity by abolishing the enmity that has kept us in darkness.

The only question now is will we receive His love? Will we pause in our fight for right and participate wholly with Love? In Him life was existing, and this life was the light of men. And the light in the darkness is constantly shining. And the darkness did not overwhelm it.

In the stillness of Love, I see clearly that all is not bleak. There is no plane crashing into the earth. The sky is not falling. Every proclamation of darkness stems from the false self.

Yet, Love is not overwhelmed by the sound or anyone's participation with it. With razor beam focus, Love continues to shine Light into darkness, "I am the way, the truth and the life. Awake, o sleeper. My son who was once dead, trapped in his false self, has found his true self and come home to Love." L'chayim. L'chayim(to life).

Friday, October 7, 2016

The Pain of My Past

Our upcoming Fatherheart school ( is being held on a plantation in SC that was once owned by one of the largest slave owners in the state of South Carolina. While my heart isn't healed enough to actually PAY to stay at a place that once enslaved my ancestors and profited from their labor and their breeding, I have been praying in to being on the grounds each day for hours at a time and what that means for me, for my ancestors.

I have a HUGE burden in my heart for generational alignment and restoration. Honestly, I am not even sure what that entails but its brewing deep within. So many parts of our history are both brutal and beautiful. Things that seem so insignificant and minute affect us at a cellular level.

I think a lot about my ancestors hundreds of generations back. What would they want us to know today? What would they say about those times over a cup of shared chicory? How do I honor the atrocities they endured with my life today? ...I don't want to hate. I don't want to be bitter. But, I also don't want to be in denial of their fight or their pain. My pain.

During my morning meditation, I heard so clearly 2 Corinthians 5:9, "God(Father) was in Christ reconciling the world to Himself, not counting their trespasses against them." At first, as I was releasing those held trespasses downstream into the river of forgiveness, I thought I was letting go of the past - what was horrifically done to my ancestors. Then Holy Spirit said very gently, "Free them too. Beloved this is not their fight. Let them go." And I realized, I was still holding blame and allegiance in my hand. My heart was still wanting to shake all the folk that just don't get it. So I slowly, with a LOT of effort, uncurled my fist and let all of these imaginary people that I really want to shake...go. I let them all float downstream. All my shadow figures I was carrying on my back from my past, my ancestor's past. All the people who ever committed an injustice against another human because of the color of their skin AND all of the people who see it and say nothing AND those who aren't even willing to acknowledge that there is just cause for being upset about the present narrative. All of the people I want so desperately to see what I see, but even more accurately, see it JUST like I see it.

We all have a fight. A cause. A passion. It's okay that the things we're fighting for are not the same. It really is okay.

Having said that, it is time for us to change the narrative. It is time for honest, brave conversations. And the first conversation must begin within. For me, when I was honest with myself, I realized that if I keep blaming someone in the present for something someone else did in the past, all I will ever see is blame. All I will ever feel is mad. I don't want to be dumb or numb. I don't want to sleepwalk through this crucial time in our history. I want to show up every day with my heart wide open to love.

At the end of my mindfulness meditation, this was my resolution: The worse possible take away from tragedy is to act like tragedy never happened. So, I will walk the grounds and halls of that plantation holding my ancestors in my heart, remembering their blood shed, the lashes on their backs, the ropes burning into their skin as they swung from those great trees. I'll remember their bloody fingers from picking cotton and their sore backs. I'll remember their robbed virtue and raped bodies. Eyes wide open to the pain and injustice of their existence from greed.

And, I'll embrace today willing to see it differently. I will embrace today with hope and love, believing the best about our future, humanity's future. With my heart wide open, I will pursue reconciliation not counting the trespasses of the past against my friends of today. If low expectations is our country's greatest wound, then believing the best about others is the way we heal. I'm going to a plantation where my ancestors once lived with my heart bearing love and my feet carrying healing.

Friday, August 19, 2016

He sees. I See.

When God created colors, He never asked of pink to deny the fact that it is pink or red to stop being red. The uniqueness of each individual color blends together to give us the beautiful rainbow we enjoy.

The same request was never made of the stars. No demand was placed on them to surrender their individuality or stature and when placed together, we get to view brilliant constellations.

So why then, do we ask of humans to deny their race? If God only wanted people to look one plain way, He would have never dispersed Noah's three sons into different regions of the world where they would establish distinct cultures and practices and the environment and surrounding conditions would affect the color of their skin and the shape of their noses. If He wanted us to all sound the same, He would not have stopped the building of the Tower of Babel. 

I have Hispanic friends, Indian friends, Chinese friends, Caucasian friends, African friends, Black friends, Polynesian friends, etc. I don't want to see through people. I want to really see them for who they are. Race is as much a part of who we are - our history, our culture, our experience - as our soul and spirit. 

In my opinion, to see all of who a person is and celebrate the totality of that person is to see through God's eyes. People say God can't or doesn't look on flesh and yet Jesus is fully man. So does God veil His eyes when He looks at His Son who is seated at His right hand? 

God sees all of you and He celebrates your uniqueness and individuality. Just as the individual colors blend together to make a rainbow and the stars join together to make constellations, all of who I am connects with all of who you are and together we make up the human race. 

It isn't denial of my skin tone that brings about this effect. It's the celebration of our diversity that does. 

"How good and pleasant it is when brethren dwell together in unity! For there the Lord commanded the blessing - life forever." Ps. 133:1,3

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Heart over Head

Judgment statements are thinking statements. They are statements of opinion birthed from what we think someone should do or say or how we think someone should act or interpret data and facts. 

Judgments and "shoulds" are largely formed from injured expectations, meaning we project onto others how we would react or respond in a certain situation and consciously (more often,  unconsciously) and demand that behavior from others. 

This is why we instinctively pursue agreement over connection. It's the place of homogeneous thinking, feeling and behaving. Agreement creates a cocoon of false safety. 

Unconditional acceptance says I'm not them,  they aren't me. It frees others from my expectation that they would handle life the way I would. People often refrain from sharing because they fear being judged. Perfect love displaces fear. 

Feeling statements are the language of the heart. While no one is responsible for how I feel, when I hand you my feelings in conversation,  I'm handing you a sacred part of my internal world. It's the place of how the things I'm processing are affecting me. Connection happens when you hear my heart, when you hold my heart with deep regard and I respond in like manner to you. 

Feelings don't require fixing. We share how we feel to create opportunities of being known. The most valuable gift a person can give to someone who says "I feel..." is compassionate listening.

Squeeze their hand. Hug their neck. Share their pain with your own tears. Look them in the eye, silently...and listen.

I see you. I hear you. I'm with you.

Sunday, July 3, 2016

Peace Be With You

Nails tore through His flesh, anchoring Him to death. Religion feeling justified, "How dare you break our 613 rules and throw them back in our face as if they were a mockery." Can you hear the whisper of religion down through the ages? The cry for 613 rules to legislate morality.

 Lashes hurled. Whipping. Flogging. Gouging. "Crucify Him. Crucify Him." His response, "Father, forgive them. They know not what they do." 

Cultural society felt justified. "How dare you come on the scene eating with prostitutes,  tax collectors, Samaritans?" Can you hear the fear bated accusations of culture echoing in the land? "How dare you break bread with gays, Muslims?" 

 As he hung, the nails tore deeper into His flesh."Crucify Him. Crucify Him." With a ratty last, fluid filled half breath, the Christ proclaims, "It is finished." 

And from the darkest evil came the greatest victory. Christ has died. Christ is risen. Christ will come again. And He does...

Appearing to eight of His disciples, after the pain. After the evil. Fresh from the grave, he greets them, "Peace be with you."

Peace. The blessed state of fearing nothing from God and being content with your earthly lot, whatever that is. 

Peace. The exemption from the rage and havoc of war.

Peace between individuals, i.e. harmony, concord.

Peace. Security, safety, prosperity, felicity, (because peace and harmony make and keep things safe and prosperous).

Peace, the blessed state after death. The thing you thought killed you has ushered you in to your greatest resurrection and led you to peace. 
Father, forgive them.... It is finished.... 

Jesus endured the cross for the joy that was set before Him. What was that joy? To transcend time and space, appearing through a locked door to 8 (the number of new beginning) and extend to humanity, peace. 

"Peace be with you." And for centuries now, peace beckons and calls to each one of, "And also with you."

Saturday, March 26, 2016

Comparison Kills

Paraphrasing from Baxter Kruger's, The Great Dance and my own heart's cry as I read it:

The logic of darkness begins with the whispering lie of the evil one. "I am not.." [I am not good, worthy, successful, smart, thin, likeable, capable, etc.] And we believe his lie. 

We dream a dream, invent a glory, create a legend in our own minds (to reinvent ourselves so we can overcome the lie). Then we work our fingers to the bone to attain our false self, to live out our masked existence for the approval of others. 

All the while not only missing our true glory, but unwittingly poisoning it, short circuiting the life of Father, Jesus and Holy Spirit within us, doing violence to our very beings. Creating the illusion of someone we are not, parading around in our own glory and it never crosses our mind that Almighty God, our Heavenly Father who knows our names and likes us has already given us His glory to be a display of His splendor in the earth.  

Comparison kills. The real you is altogether lovely. Let God arise and the evil one be scattered.