Saturday, May 21, 2011
Well, actually, I've been fighting with super glue trying not to glue things together that shouldn't be glued together; like the napkin used to wipe off the tip to the tablecloth and my fingers to each other.
Yep, four out of ten fingers have a permanent film on the tips right now and the tablecloth has a smidgen of napkin permanently affixed to it...
In the process I've remembered a few things...
1. Fixing something broken is always a messy business
2. In order for the glue to set the pieces must be held together for a long time.
3. When you think it's been long enough, it hasn't
4. The mended piece will always bear a distinctive jagged scar where it was broken.
These are just the facts, and they are as true for people and relationships as they are for objects.
Love is the superglue of life.
Fixing what is broken is almost more intense and messy than expected.
It takes a lot of holding until there is healing.
There'll always be a scar and mended things are more fragile.
Redeeming what is broken is worth the effort and when we love we partner with Christ.
"He heals the broken in heart and binds up their wounds" Psalm 147:3
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
They're not confining or heavy and they don't require socks.
You just slip them on and you are out the door!
Sandals are simple.
So also is a relationship with God.
Jesus replied: " 'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the first and greatest commandment." Matthew 22:37,38
How hard is it to love someone who loved you first, loves you completely, demonstrated great love towards you in personal sacrifice, and will love you unconditionally for the rest of your life?
You're right - it's not!
It is pretty simple to love One who loves like that.
No additional rituals or no lists of do's and don'ts.
If I love I will obey, and respect, and honor: it's just part of the package.
However if I do not spent time to simply be with the One who loves me and that I therefore love in return, doing what flows naturally from that kind of love will be tedious, heavy, and confining.
Just love the Lord, as He loves us, completely.
And then you are out the door to show His love to others.
And the second is like it: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.' Matthew 22:39
Friday, May 13, 2011
For this strange apparel is really a garment of celebration; a bold "I DID IT" that all the world instantly recognizes.
For it symbolizes not only something that has been finished but that it has been done so successfully. There has been no withdrawal from class or dropping out of the program; oh no, these garments are proudly worn by those who have persevered.
We the graduates are proud of our black robes and funny hats for it is in this moment between all that had to be done to get to this point and all that is to come, that we celebrate completion and success. My mortarboard is a crown of accomplishment!
But, even before this graduation is over, I already have my eye on another robe...
"Then I heard what sounded like a great multitude,
like the roar of rushing waters and like loud peals of thunder, shouting:
'Hallelujah! For the Lord God Almighty reigns. Let us rejoice and be glad and give Him glory!
For the wedding of the Lamb has come, and his bride has made herself ready.
Fine linen, bright and clean, was given to her to wear.'" Revelation 19:6-8
Can't wait to get that white robe!
And see you in yours too!
Friday, May 6, 2011
1. Cut flower shapes out of sugar cookie dough.
2 Put onto skewers.
5. Arrange into bouquets.
Not a problem!
So I cut all the dough into shapes and started inserting the skewers and, uh-o...
The skewers were piercing the dough and, in the thin places, coming out through the dough making the cookies in danger of falling of the stick and the whole thing being ruined! What to do???
One cookie had to make the ultimate sacrifice.
It would not be pretty in the bouquet.
It gave up it's form for function and was broken into small pieces and given to the other cookies to cover their thin places so they would stand up securely in their place! It was the sacrifice of one for the many!!
And it happens every single day...
As a child I recognized that my mom always got the last and smallest piece of pie, or none at all depending how much was left. I remember thinking even then, that I didn't know how I could ever be a mom because I couldn't do that.
And then I became a parent...
And like every parent, in thousands of ways through the years, I've given up my time or agenda, sleep or schedule, and my pie!
And although sometimes, honestly, it is frustrating to be constantly called on to give, it's what you do because "greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one's life for his friends" John 15:13. The reference here is obviously to Jesus going to the cross to die for our sins so that we may be made children of God (John 1:12), but I've realized it means more than that.
When we love we give up our lives.
Not our life as in dying for someone, but the one thing that makes up life, our time.
We give up our whole, able to do exactly what we want to do when we want to do it life, to break off pieces of ourselves to give to others.
For when you give someone your time, you have given them your life.
Every time there has been a middle of the night feeding, story read, shoe tied, meal made, homework supervised, ride to practice, school play cheering, field trip chaperoning, wet washcloths for fever soothing, listening to their day, buying their shoes and helping them find their strengths and place in the world, you have given a piece of your life to make theirs better.
Here's to you Mom - for all you do and who you are - one freshly made cookie bouquet!