Showing posts with label Spirit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spirit. Show all posts

Friday, October 7, 2011

If I were ...

If I were an olive, I'd definitely be an acquired taste!  
There is a hardness that has been touched and moved around and pulled out from within me ... for the most part and on more days than not just now ... leaving a gaping hole right through the center of me for the Spirit of Love to pour God's Self into and to change and to move through.  I think maybe I'm seeking the "soft" red pimento of LOVE to fill my inner space ... perhaps that IS what moderates the taste ... 

Come moderate me, Sweet Mother God.  Amen.
And yet ... as I continue to contemplate this olive that is me so interesting, I am noticing that I originally chose a very commercially processed image for myself.  However, as I continue to sit with this image of the olive, I suddenly remember the ancient healing properties of the olive ... pressed into oil that pours upon the body and into the soul.   Gently I feel the intimacy of being so lovingly massaged and molded ... and I notice that I am no longer empty but filled to overflowing ... with love and light.  

"Command the people of Israel to bring you pure oil of pressed olives  for the light, to keep the lamps burning continually."  Exodus 27:20


Spirit of Hope, massage me and mold me into a vessel of Light and Healing.  Amen.
Take a moment to journal and create ... 
Let you imagination go and try it!  
Close your eyes, take a deep breath, "if I were ..."
Journal as long as it takes to go where you need to go.
Comment and share your ponderings.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

prayer by t s eliot

blessed sister, holy mother, spirit of the fountain, spirit of the garden, suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood.  teach us to care and not to care.  teach us to be still even among these rocks.   our peace in god's will and even among these rocks.  sister, mother and spirit of the river, spirit of the sea, suffer me not be separated ...

and let my cry come to you

t s eliot (1888-1965)

Sunday, May 2, 2010

living water ...

While Jesus was standing there, he cried out,
“Let anyone who is thirsty come to me, 
and let the one who believes in me drink.  
As the scripture has said,
‘Out of the believer’s heart  shall flow rivers of living water.’ ” 
Now he said this about the Spirit, which believers in him were to receive …  
John 7:37b-39a


Water is a powerful symbolic image.  In this passage of Scripture, Jesus uses water as a symbol for the Spirit of God.   I am drawn to Water as a symbol of the Spirit of God drawing different and diversely-gifted people together to form the Body of Christ.

In his book, Steams of Living Water, Richard Foster inspires a beautiful vision of wholeness in the spiritual life.   Using the imagery of water, he articulates six great “Traditions” or ways of living which manifest the spiritual life. He calls them streams and urges one to imagine them flowing together into a mighty river.  He says “in our day God is bringing together a mighty Mississippi of the Spirit.”     It would be easy to race through the book with a mind to label the boxes we put one another in with yet another name which would only serve to keep us drinking the water in our own stream.    However, Foster encourages us to slow down and explore each of these great traditions with an open heart and an open mind for each one presents an aspect of Christian living that can holistically enhance not just our own life but the collective life of the Body of Christ where our differences are respected and diverse spiritual disciplines are practiced as a means to an end rather than just an end in and of themselves.  How many times have I woken up from a chaotic state of being and asked myself

“Why am I doing this – to what end?”   

In longing to answer this universally asked question about the purpose of life, those who float peacefully in the Contemplative Stream might have “becoming one with God” as the desire of their prayer-filled life.   Those who swim daily laps faithfully in the Holiness Stream might have “becoming a person of Godly character” as the object of their virtuous life.   Those who splash joyfully in the Charismatic Stream might have “becoming supernaturally connected to God” as the target of their spirit-empowered life.   Those who fight against the waves in the Social Justice Stream might have “becoming one who sees God in all people” as the aim of their compassionate life.   Those who swim underwater with eyes wide open in the Evangelical Stream might have “becoming one who has spiritual understanding of God” as the ambition of their Word-centered life.   Those who dive deeply in the Incarnational Stream might have “becoming true to the image of God within oneself” as the aspiration of their sacramental life.     Each of these dimensions of the spiritual quest could be freely and forcefully articulated by one through whom the Spirit manifests the presence of God.  

However, if we look deeper we can see that even these goals may fall short of the wholeness of a life lived in that mighty Mississippi of the Spirit if one does not drink deeply of the living water in a different stream, at least once in awhile.   As human beings driven to the supreme mastery of creation, I believe we can become caught up in the pursuit of one way of being to the exclusion of all others.  In some cases this may produce a narrow worldview leading one to believe their way is the only way and sometime to demand that all others follow their way or be swimming in a sea of lost souls!   It may even be possible to find this close-minded attitude underneath a thin veneer of tolerance in one who, while not actively opposing it, refuses to engage in any spiritual practice that is unknown, unfamiliar, and/or uncomfortable.

I've been splashing around aimlessly more times than I care to count ... it is truly a deep, dark, dry place to be, for me ... a place where I am drowning in a sea of self-pity and strife within.  It is a place where I cannot breath, cannot speak, cannot drink ... fighting to make my way up to the surface in order to keep from drowning in my excruciating thirst for God ... again the question cries out in my soul,

“Why am I doing this – to what end?”

Jesus replied, “If you only knew the gift God has for you 
and who you are speaking to, you would ask me, 
and I would give you living water ...
those who drink the water I give will never be thirsty again. 
It becomes a fresh, bubbling spring within them, giving them eternal life.”
John 4:10 and 14

Sunday, November 29, 2009

She Who Prays

Today is my birthday ... another year gone!  And another yet to come!

I got a gift I love from two people who love me and I'll share a favorite prayer from this lovely book called She Who Prays: A Woman's Interfaith Prayer Book by Jane Richardson Jensen and Patricia Harris-Watkins.  This prayer is the Collect for Morning (p 14) on the Day of the Sun and I offer it in the wee hours of my birthday morn ...

Morning Star, as the sun moves through the heavens, night becomes day.  As the Spirit moves through the world, the dusks and the dawns of life become holy ground.  May I feel the sparkle of your radiance so deeply within, that I am able to live fully into this day.  Let my spirit play in your presence, regardless of what transpires.  For I pray in the name of the Sacred Three.  Amen.