So we decided to take surfing lessons during our summer holidays.
I had never tried surfing on the ocean before, but as you know, I tried surfing for the first time behind a surf boat on a lake not long ago.
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So the first step is to be cool.
You’ve always wanted to know how to be cool, too.
And I’ve figured out how to find our inner cool!
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My child said she saw an angel.
And so, children sometimes peel back the curtain of heaven for us to quickly glimpse before the curtain is closed again. All we have left is a memory. What is our response to hearing stories that push us into the realm of the divine, whether we want to go there or not?
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Photo Credit – Loser and Winner by Igor Omilaev on Unsplash – Notice that the “Winner” here has less money than the “Loser,” so it’s not about more money, but you already know that! For additional proof, however, consider this quote from one of the wisest people I know:
I think everybody should get rich and famous and do everything they ever dreamed of so they can see that it’s not the answer.
While training for a triathlon, I was pretty fit.
I swam to my friend’s home two bays down at the lake where we were staying as a regular training exercise.
Then I suddenly got a bit older, and I wasn’t QUITE as fit anymore, at least as I thought I was. “Could I swim to her home again?” I asked myself. A few quick years had passed, of sitting on the couch and eating donuts at every meal, but otherwise, I still felt pretty fit. That summer day, I swam and swam. I did it! Wow!
I sat on her wharf in my solo victory party, my pride rising around me like a great cloud, buoying up my low self-esteem until the cloud tried to suffocate me with the sudden unwelcome thought, “But CAN I swim back home?
No walking trails existed along the shore of these “boat access only” cottages, and of course, cell phone reception was an impossibility in that remote area, even if I did have a phone with me (I didn’t, of course).
My stomach quavered.
How would I get home?
And The Point of this Newsletter is that sometimes, as graciously illustrated HERE and HERE, we aren’t QUITE as amazing as we imagine ourselves to be.
What if that’s true spiritually, too?
Now, before you hold up your hands and caution me against speaking further, responding with the most common objection, like: “Well, at LEAST I’m not Ted Bundy or someone super bad like that! Therefore, I’m sure God will open the Great Golden gates to me!”
Again, I ask, what if being a bit “nicer” than a serial killer like Ted Bundy is STILL not an “A” on your spiritual report card according to Jesus?
(Just asking the question).
And so, how did I get home that day that I swam WAY too far and exhausted myself with my pride? A person I knew saved me. As I swam, when I saw someone I knew, I would crawl up their ladder onto their wharf to sit awhile, resting (and pretending to visit while I caught my breath), until I had enough strength to continue my journey.
And luckily for you, that’s how you can find the way to your true home, too – Just drag your tired butt out of wherever you are struggling just to get by, and rest awhile with Jesus.
He’ll give you some food for your journey, a blanket to warm your soul with increasingly authentic relationships, and a map to guide your unique life adventure to begin soaring like a bird in the sky with Him.
He energizes those who get tired . . . but those who wait upon God get fresh strength. They spread their wings and soar . . .
And the best part? God will swing open those Golden Gates to anyone who is friends with His son. What have you got to lose except a bit of suffocating pride that you don’t REALLY want anyway?
You’re welcome!
Good luck!
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The most crucial spiritual stuff we are struggling to understand is already well understood by children.
Of course, it’s understood by children and ME, too! So that’s how you know I have great spiritual depths – sometimes I am immature! (Reread the first sentence if you are confused.)
I prove that I have had a few (VERY!) brief moments of immaturity HERE.
But reflecting on the first sentence in this newsletter, this immaturity may be the source of my extraordinary spiritual wisdom!
Now, what was I saying?
Ahem.
As I was saying, since children understand the most significant spiritual truths well, I will deduce essential insights from the children’s story I shared at the front of our church last Sunday for you to enjoy!
In that riveting and insightful children’s story, I was trying to make The Point that God is NOT (notice the NOT!) a gumball machine in the sky! What I mean is that more often than we care to admit, we adults think of God’s love as transactional:
When we don’t get what we want, when the gumball doesn’t pop out of the machine after we insert our quarter of prayer, we get frustrated and shake the machine a bit, before we kick it and put it in the corner where only spiders building webs will visit it for a while.
We put God into a box and then realize that there is something wrong with the box.
There is.
The thing that is wrong with the box is us.
“And what is your point?” you ask, looking at your watch, with one hand on your laptop, ready to slam it closed.
Children don’t have as many boxes they are trying to shove God inside.
And so, this is one of the essential things we can learn from children and other immature people.
If God didn’t whisper between the “Amen” and the passing round of the Thanksgiving fixings, we think something is wrong with us or assume He is mute. It turns out that our box is way too small for God to fit inside. Would you consider being open to the possibility of Holy Spirit right next to you, whispering and trying to wake you up in ways you could never imagine.
For example, God spoke quietly and inaudibly to me as I watched some fish once.
I will let this riveting example blow your mind next time so as not to overwhelm you with spiritual profundity. The Point is that God is way more creative than we give Him credit for, in how He is reaching out to us and trying to get our attention. He is EVEN MORE creative (AND smart!) than we are, for example!
He answers our prayers, even our prayers to be able to perceive Him, in more unusual ways than we imagine.
As the song below plays, consider asking Holy Spirit how He longs to poke you, to wake you up, and in what ways you can’t seem to feel His nudge. Consider doing a 180-degree turn from how you knowingly run in the opposite direction. May more of the scales on your eyes fall off so that you can more clearly see the creative ways He is dancing in the corner of your field of vision, waiting for you to look His way, if only the blind eyes are healed.
Blind eyes will be opened, deaf ears unstopped
Got time to be awakened?
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Sometimes I write Newsletters and then forget to tell you the point of what I wrote. It happens! For example, HERE.
Also, HERE I said I would tell you the point of this Newsletter LATER, but then I got busy swimming at the lake and laughing with friends, and I forgot I’d ever written anything!
It happens!
However, I recently startled us all (Myself included – I forgot this stuff!) with the realization in this Newsletter that we are all only a couple of steps from walking off the cliff edge of privilege into destitution if we’re honest.
I wrote that I was shocked how quickly I transformed from polite, smiling tourist to a filthy street kid desirously plotting to murder a destitute child.
It happens!
You’re also only a few steps from falling off the cliff of polite, civilized person to a mauling, violent being, too, I challenge HERE.
But the fact that our kindness is a façade produced by our privilege is also a good thing, it turns out.
What if the fact that you generally show the quality of being “nice” is simply due to the reality of having enough food to eat, a place to sleep tonight and relationships to help you out in a pinch?
Who would you become, too, if these luxuries were suddenly removed?
What do we do when we face the reality that our civilized pedantic behavior is only skin deep?
Who do we turn to when we realize who we really are?
And therein lies our hope.
“The prayer preceding all prayers is ‘May it be the real I who speaks. May it be the real Thou that I speak to.'”
When we come to God holding up layers of masquerade masks in front of our faces, or as a house with several façades shoddily built in front of us, and we ask to meet with Him, we have trouble drawing close. The lies we tell ourselves, and even lies we think are the truth, are like an electromagnetic force, pushing us away from Jesus. However, He is drawn like an object towards a black hole wherever there is truth.
“ . . . we must consider in depth who we are, and we will find ourselves worthy of all scorn . . .”
Brother Lawrence in The Practice of the Presence of God
Reflecting on moments like who I became when I was stripped of the privilege I routinely take for granted, and wondering if you would feel the same (You would), is the beginning of this tearing down of the self to find who we really are.
And so, in summary, the point of this Newsletter is to gently point out that you’re a jerk! It happens! But that’s good news, friend!
Why is this good news?
And what do we do when we are faced with the terrifying reality of who we really are, deep down?
We open our eyes.
Jesus is sitting next to you, drinking coffee, and waiting for you to wake up so you can finally see Him sitting next to you, patiently waiting.
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted; he rescues those whose spirits are crushed.
As the song below plays, consider taking deep breaths, quieting yourself and then asking God, “How do you see me? How is that picture different from how I see myself? What is one step I can make to align my thinking with who You say I am?”
And may you blossom into His most incredible vision of who you truly are, by the power of His transforming love, friend.
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While my back still felt like an old lady’s, when I had to yell at people so they could hear me as I spoke to their waist, hunched over, I announced I would do a triathlon.
“Well . . . if I can walk, I will do a triathlon,” I clarified.
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The more astute of you1 will have noticed that my post-publishing frequency has decreased lately from a profusion of three times per week to a paltry two times per week!
I hope you will be comforted by the following reason for this significant decline.2
I need to do lots and lots of “Research” this summer so I can write my book!3
To update you on my book writing progress, I am currently in the process of choosing a perfect title. How, you ask?
Good question.
With my astute perception that easily grasps current cultural trends and fads, as definitely proven HERE, HERE, and HERE, I have noticed that many of the best-selling books in the bookstores have the *F* word and other terrible words in them that would never be uttered by me or by my homeschooled children.
For example, check out this book I recently purchased.4
Disclaimer: This book has a bad word in its subtitle!
OUTRAGEOUS!
And yet, since shocking words in the titles, subtitles, and text is currently the magic formula that ensures a book’s success5, I plan to spend the summer (in addition to lazing at a nearby lake, of course) writing a list all the bad words I know and combining them with less inflammatory words (to moderate the shock) and therefore, to write the perfect book tittle!
I recommend the same approach for other would-be writers! As I always say, follow the crowd! There will undoubtedly be success somewhere in a big group!
You’re welcome!
Good luck!
I am only slightly dumbfounded about what to write on all the pages of the book itself, but one step at a time!
To finish today’s writing, which is meant to encourage and refresh you, I must inform you that given the sudden decrease of my writing frequency, I herewith remove myself of all liabilities of the consequences of your life decisions due to the impact of my sudden relative absence in my writing, which of course, impacts how and what decisions you make in life.6
Don’t worry. I’ll return to writing with increased frequency soon to show you the correct paths for abundant living!
And if you need help and I’m not immediately available – Why not try God, friend?7
God said, “My presence will go with you . . .”
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1 Those who hang off of every word I write and, thus clearly the most intelligent of readers
2 Yes! The weather has suddenly gotten much lovelier, but I’m sure that has nothing to do with it!
3 The only trouble is that I’ve used the excuse of writing a book the last two summers, and I’ve looked all around for the book that I wrote, but I can’t find it!
4 I meant to say- this is an example of a terrible book that I would NEVER purchase myself!
5 Visit your local bookstore for many examples in the “Recent Bestsellers” section of books with bad words in them. DISCLAIMER – These books have bad words in them!
6 Now, what should I make for dinner and do for the rest of my evening and the rest of my life, I wonder? My life is so much more complicated when I don’t have people to guide every moment! I feel almost lost!
7 You never know! He may even have something valuable to say that could help you or be able to guide you like a Shepherd leading a lamb to living water to satisfy your unquenchable thirst or to encourage you to follow Him into a new adventure if you find you don’t have anything better to do this summer and figure you might as well spend a few minutes learning to quiet yourself and have some of the greatest moments of your life encountering the God who loves you and is waiting for you. And may your soul find the Source of peace, friend.
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So I seized the homeless kid by the neck and violently shook him because he tried to grab my dime when I wasn’t looking at it for a moment.
Well, not exactly.
As proven HERE, you can’t trust EVERYTHING you read online!
The true story is HERE.
The summary of this event is:
After the local police pushed us out of their office and told us to solve our problems ourselves, we looked around, stunned.
What do we do next?
“I know!” I announced energetically, my Ned Flanders optimism in high gear, even back then, more than twenty-five years ago. “Let’s return to our lodge and read what to do in our “Let’s Go, Europe!” guide!
“This is the worst thing that could have happened to us!” my friend yelled. “Nothing in that book tells us what to do next!” The truth of our situation was dawning on me, like a light bulb on a dimmer, slowly illuminating.
We sat on the curb, watching the street kids, whose faces had more grime than ours, though all our faces were marked with tear stains. They had bare feet, but otherwise, our hearts entwined as one as we experienced the beginnings of the emotions any other human would have felt in a similar situation – despair, alienation from “the rest” of culture, and fear. A few short hours had erased much of the divide between “us” and “them”.
“What now?” my friend and I asked each other silently. We were sitting curbside outside our motel. Despite our protests, the motel owner told us to get our stuff and ourselves out onto the streets where we belonged.
And then she came.
A local woman arrived bringing a tray of fruit and local bread to share.
She had heard about our “misfortune” from her daughter.
The one hiccup in this story of rescue is that her daughter was the one who immediately told us NOT to chase after the guy who robbed us. Was she an accomplice? Was her mother? Were they all working together as one terrifying mob? We didn’t have many choices, and so after inhaling the food, our eyes still wide with fear, we begged this stranger to let us stay at her home that night.
And she opened her home to us.
And she shared the Gospel with us.
In the years that followed, I had often wondered, did Jesus prompt her compassion so she would want to show up and check on us?
Maybe.
But opening her home to two teenage strangers until the embassy representative could arrive after Spain’s long weekend holiday altered the trajectory of my life.
What would my life have been like had I been tossed out onto the violent streets of the city for a week instead, I have often wondered.
This woman, obeying the inner voice of God, or perhaps the outer voice of a Pastor, or the words of a Sacred Text, saved my life from physical, emotional and/or spiritual trauma.
Oh, and so, why do we choose to open our eyes to dangers foreigners are susceptible to being exposed to?
But for the grace of God, that foreigner could be you or one of YOUR loved ones.
When he saw the man’s condition, his heart went out to him. . . Then he lifted him onto his donkey, led him to an inn, and made him comfortable. . . . Jesus said, “Go and do the same.”
And so now I can put myself in more dangerous and stupid situations because I KNOW that you will help me!
Thank you!
And you’re welcome for the advice!
Good luck!
Seriously though – Who is God asking you to remember in prayer, or what is He asking you to do this morning as you open your eyes to another? Who can you share your measly lunch with? Who could use a heart of compassion and an “I see you” smile?
And I wonder at the joy unveiled, like the opening of a present, when we meet the people in Heaven who credit us as those who were the hands and feet of Jesus through listening and obeying and changing the trajectory of their lives for the better.
How much future joy are you stockpiling? Got your heart open to the promptings of Holy Spirit? Oh, and thanks from those of us who appreciate your open eyes.
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Our bunny has fangs and drools as it menacingly swipes at our docile dog, who jumps away from her, cowering in terror!
Seriously1.
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