Monday, June 28, 2010

morning commute

Here's a look at my morning walk.


















The alfalfa field is being watered.  Today we got a massive thunderstorm (with hail) out of the north, so they won't have to use valuable stored water for a while.  

     Signs about every 20 feet remind us that "burros bite." Today they were playing and challenging each other after the rain.  They trot eagerly up to visitors hoping for a hand out.  The touchable equine is "Jennie," a retired swayback mare who has free roam of the 24,000 acre ranch.  Mostly she hangs around the alfalfa field.
     This Japanese rock garden is tucked inconspicously off the path to the art building  where this welcoming figure stands at the entrance to the courtyard.  Tomorrow I'll post photos from the other side of "the street."










Sunday, June 27, 2010

Renewal leave, day.....?


One goal of renewal leave is to get on "God's time." I think I'm getting close. It really doesn't matter what day of the week it is.  And it would be impossible to convey all the wonders I've already encountered over the past 2 1/2 weeks. So I'll start with something simple, Friday morning's hike before breakfast. To reach the trail, I met up with a new friend, Emily from Cleveland. The one and a half mile  trek starts about 50 ft from my room.
  
(The goal)


 At a 6,500 feet above sea level start,  breathing was a very conscious (even audible) activity for the first 10 minutes then I hit my stride.
We watched the sun rise on the way.



                                                               (1/2 way there)




The view from the top, surreal. To the right is the house where Georgia O'Keefe lived and painted. To the left is the last haze from a forest fire on the other side of the Rio Chama.  Around the corner is one of the most famous, and active paleontology digs in the world. Two weeks ago a ten year old found a new small dinosaur that hasn't been identified yet (part of a two week intergenerational dig that happens eaach summer.) 



On the way down....












"Home" again in time for breakfast, french toast and fresh strawberries in the camp cafeteria.  This hill on the way down is one of the two places we can climb to for cell phone service.  (The other one is a little steeper and requires standing on a rock while facing east to keep the signal.....but it's a great view too!)

I shall lift up my eyes to the hills from where my help comes.....

Sunday, April 11, 2010

It Might Get Loud

 In the movie, It Might Get Loud, Davis Guggeheim gathers three rock and rollers at different stages of their careers. 
One is relatively new to fame, just a decade in.
One is at the height of his career.
One is a now mellowed legend.

The thing that connects them is a love affair with the electric guitar,
a love that's led them to master the instruments’ nuances
and pushed them in new, unexpected directions.

Each of them loves where the guitar leads them enough to give their life to it,
their time, energy, thoughts, even relationships,
in a transcendent, soul forming embrace. 

None of them planned to go there.
Jack White, of White Stripes, remembers growing up in a Detroit neighborhood fascinated with hip-hop's mix music.  He “never wanted to pay guitar, ever.  What was the point?” No one played an actual instrument.
For U2’s guitar genius, called simply, the Edge, growing up in Dublin’s “economic toilet” of the 1970s, bombarded with the violence that tore day after day at Ireland and the United Kingdom meant  “We just didn’t believe that any thing could change.  There has to be more than this. This can’t be the only thing that’s on offer here.” 
He and his band mates picked up instruments looking for a way to express 
what was being pushed down, 
bottled up inside them, 
looking for an opening to something more.

We see a grainy black and white interview with then teenaged Jimmy Page, best known for his studio work and his years with the band, Led Zeppelin.  He planned to go into biological research. 

Have you ever found yourself drawn where you never thought you’d go?
Have you ever looked around and realized that you were doing something you said you never would?  Have you ever known that longing for an opening to something more?

The movie shows these music masters reliving moments of discovery

White haired, wrinkled Jimmy Page remembering that one day, when his family “moved house” a guitar was there, left behind, “a weird intervention.”
Before our eyes he turns into an impish kid 
ready to bust out in air guitar riffs, 
listening to Link Wray’s “Bumble,” 
re-experiencing the wonder of hearing a guitar “rumble” for the first time, the “profound attitude” of an artist and a sensual instrument. 
Sheer joy bursts out in a belly laugh.

The more intellectual artist called “The Edge,” 
painstakingly building a guitar with his brother, 
out of scraps they scrounged.  Learning to listen to the infinite array of sounds it could make.  
What if we plugged this in…..
what if we dropped this note, used this slide, held it this way, moved it that way.  Utter absorption in the symbiotic process of discovery and creation. 
Learning to know, intimately know, something.

Jack White’s raw battle, like a coal miner traveling down to wrest raw materials from the bowels of the earth,

Perhaps finding himself walking out of the tomb's open mouth
was a moment of discovery for Jesus Christ.

Jesus did not have to come out of that tomb.  
Jesus came out because he was utterly in love,
in love with and committed to his work
-to us.


These musical masters offer a fist full of teachings.
*Passion is the starting place, the spirit that starts our flight.

Jack White remembers cramming 2 drum sets into his 7’x7’ bedroom, in a house with 10 kids.  No room for a bed.  My favorite scene in the movie is when he remembers someone giving him a recording of Son House’s “Grinning in Your Face.”  (Don’t you mind people grinnin’ in your face.”  It is a song and a moment of soul baring depth of clarity 
expressed by one gravelly voice with oddly clapping, off beat hands for an instrument.  
“That was it for me,” White says.

*Discipline creates endurance, makes what we imagine real and carries the process further than we could ever have imagined. Just when you get really good at something, master it, 
when it becomes second nature, that is the moment you need discipline most if you want to stay alive.

Jack White tosses off that it's “the disease you have to fight in any creative field, ease of use.”

*Risk taking authenticity.  "It" will only happen if you take the chance and let it. 

*Relationships:   Jimmy Page, remembering Led Zeppelin, “We were so comfortable with each other that we could take it in any direction….it was musical heaven.”

Watching these three masters bring their lives together,
Trusting each other’s skill, 
insight, 
integrity, 
trusting the music 
and where it might take them as they improvise, 
is a glimpse of why we Christ followers imagine God as three in one, 
with a dynamism that can only happens when there's 
more than one (what I say goes), 
more than two (you and me against the world), 
that happens with a community playing, inventing, riffing, embracing creation.


The great reformer, Martin Luther, said that each of us has an inner call, to be consciously cultivated.  And each of us has an outward call, one’s work, one’s way of serving the community.  “When people contribute to society according to their God-given talents, they become what Luther calls a “mask of God.”  God works through them.   (thanks for the thought,  rockandtheology.com). 

Masters are those whose tools become extensions of themselves, 
of their bodies, minds, and souls.
What would happen if church, 
the body of Christ, were willing to take its instruments apart, 
to learn what they can really do, 
and in the new intimate knowing, 
put the pieces back together?

What would it be like to allow Christ to re-think church with us?

If Jesus is really master of the world, even of death,
If Jesus is really master of sin, reconciling, claiming it, 
incorporating it into God’s holy creative process.
If Jesus is master of our lives, 
Then we truly are the stuff of Christ’s active creation, 
his body.
We are Christ’s creative process 
multiplied across millions of partners able to know passion, 
discipline, 
risk taking authenticity, 
to know the kinds of relationship that mirror God’s own inner partnership:  
creator-sustainer, redeemer, renewer.

Maybe we are millions of strings
made to be played.

May God’s fingers, 
the hands that drew Jesus from the tomb of death 
play through your life, 
and through ours 
together, 
this day.  
Amen.








Thursday, April 1, 2010

Holy Thursday

Royalty
    By Luci Shaw  (from Accompanied by Angels)

He was a plain man
and learned no latin.


Having left all gold behind
he dealt out peace
to all us wild ones
and the weather.


He ate fish, bread,
country wine and God's will.


Dust sandaled his feet.


He wore purple only once
and that was an irony.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

In Our End is Our Beginning

Last Sunday our community's scripture readings turned toward endings, a direction that the Tuesday and Tuesday Too groups have also been headed.

Coming to the end of Jonah's story, I couldn't help but notice that it looked more like a beginning.  It's open, unresolved.  How would you write the end of Jonah's journey with God (Jonah 4)?   Has he reached the end of his resistence....or will he make another dash for it!?

We tend to like our stories to end happily.  We live in a culture that, as Matthew Fox puts it, "tends to define happiness as absense of suffering."  So, he continues, "we strive to invest our creative powers in building temples to security, whether they be the immortal marriage, the immortal job, the immortal corporation or the immortal skyscraper to house that corporation, or the immortal Nations with its invincible army and weaponry."

No wonder we put off encountering the suffering and death Holy Week's scripture heads us towards.  There's a lack of security in the notion that the Messiah, much less God, could die.


(Jacob Stienhardt's "Jonah")                                 Does happiness =absence of suffering?

What is the end of life, the goal we live for?

Fox goes on to share Pierre Boulez's definition of what life is about.  "The goal of life is not happness (aka security); it is living."  And living, both the gospel and Fox remind us, implies suffering.  "In fact, the creative person--and that hopefully is all of us--takes on additional burdens of suffering by entering fully into living."  (A Spirituality Called Compassion).

When the ancient Greek philosophers and early Church theologians talked about life's end, they meant end as "telos," the purpose God plants in our life, what organizations and gives structure to our life. It is our reason for being, what we are aimed at.   If we are pursuing the avoidance of suffering, then defense is our structure. If we aim at the alleviation of pain, sin, death, then our purpose draws us through rather than around suffering.

So in Jesus' end he suffers.

It is in the end of that great suffering that he encounters God's greatest mercy-God's life.

God's very being is mercy. The mercy of God lies in God's readiness to share in sympathy the distress of another, a readiness which springs from God's inmost nature and stamps all with God's being and doing...And this, of course, is why we are able to face, acknowledge, accept and live through suffering, for we know that it can never be found ultimate, it can never constitute the bottom line.  God is at the foundation and God is at the boundaries.  (Eugene Petersen, A Long Obeidience in the Same Direction).


The walk we imagine Jesus on this week is a walk toward God's ultimate end, toward the mercy full bottom line.


A prayer of Confession for the early days of Holy Week

Loving, Living, Gracious God,
we confess that we fear suffering,
not just for ourselves, but for those we love.
We point fingers at those we blame,
the ones over there,
the ones in here,
ourselves.

But you would push those pointing hands down,
asking us, as they go lower, lower,
what our deepest need really is.
Offering to show us,
while we're down there,
what our deepest gift is as well.

We confess that we are reluctant to let those gifts be loosed in your service.
What if they break?  What if we misuse them?

Forgive us for underestimating ourselves,
our capacity for wrong,
and our capacity for right.

Unclench the fists we close.

Open our palms up
and up and up
to receive your gifts:
assurance
faith
peace.


Monday, March 22, 2010

How does God Know?

      In worship we're 3/4 of the way through one of the all time great bible stories, Jonah.  Yesterday's reading from chapter three sent a question rippling through coffee hour.  How can God change God's mind?  (Doesn't God know how its all going to turn out before it starts?)  When God saw what they did, how they changed from their evil ways, God changed his mind about the calamity that he had said he would bring upon them; and he did not do it. (Jonah 3: 10, NRSV).
     What a wonderful and important question!!!  In some ways it's a question more important than potential answers, a question older than Christianity.  In fact, its a question that begs more questions.  What assumptions lie underneath?  The question seems to ask whether God is free to change or eternally unchanging.  If God knows how it all turns out in the end, how can the path to the end change?
       Assumption #1
When we say"know" we assume we mean a firm grasp of creations facts and narrative arch.  But the Hebrew word know is relational, as a mother knows an infant or a married couple knows each other, emotionally, phyically, intimately.
      Assumption #2
     When we say, "the end," we mean the period at the end of a cosmic sentence, the last chapter, a finale (grand or not).  Early Christians, influenced by Aristotle, used "end" as telos, fulfillment of purpose.
       Assumption #3
      We tend to assume that God experiences time the same way we do.  After all, Jesus Christ, our window to God, entered our time and space.  We know God in our time, in our experience.  And in modern western culture that means in our past, present, and future. Time forms a linear movement, one thing leads to another. So....if (using our assumed meanings) God knows the end of the story, its hard to see how God can change God's mind.  The outcome iteself would change like the path of a ribbon waved in a new direction.
     What if God is unlimited by our linear time?  What if this arc of past, present future is dancing in something fuller, of infinite dimension..... in God?  Other cultures, and theories of physics, conceive of time as non-linear.   Perhaps God holds (knows, creates) all that makes fullfillment of God's purposes possible.  Perhaps when something happens in our lives, the linear idea that God might have known it was going to happen is less important than the eternal knowledge that God will help us make something awesome out of it, something that serves love.
     Perhaps when we read Jonah's story, we're confused because our assumptions are like the tail trying to wag the dog!
    


God's very being is mercy. The mercy of God lies in God's readiness to share in sympathy the distress of another, a readiness which springs from God's inmost nature and stamps all God's being and doing.... And this, of course, is why we are able to face, acknowledge, accept and live through suffering, for we know that it can never be ultimate, it can never constitute the bottom line. God is at the foundation and God is at the boundaries.  Eugene Peterson, A Long Obedience in the Same Direction  (www.inwardoutward.org 3-22-10)

Monday, January 18, 2010

half alive?

The resurrection means trouble for us who are comforatble with being only half alive.  That thought from Alan Jones has stopped me short for years.  (Thanks to Weavings journal for providing the red light this time!  http://www.upperroom.org/weavings/ )

It hits me right in my complacency.

Here's another one, I love the recklessness of faith, first you leap, and then you grow wings. (Wiliam Sloane Coffin).  Couldn't the wings grow first? I mean, what kind of faith asks me to risk leaping before I can either see the ground or know I'll fly?

It seems like restless faith that asks me to trust other people to toss their gifts in the ring without knowing whether they'll follow through. If any one part of " fails to follow through.......what a mess.

Maybe we should all hold hands, count to three and jump together, ready......? The think system isn't going to work here.  We have to really "do it."

Do what?  Stop living half alive.  Get troubled, resurrection faith style.  Sprout wings.

If you've patient enough to let it load, this movie, "The Butterfly Circus" shows better than I can tell!