On Sunday, June 28, 2015, I led worship at the North Anderson Community Church, Presbyterian in Anderson, South Carolina. When I arrived the rainbow was being installed behind the pulpit. The prelude was a beautiful rendition of Somewhere Over the Rainbow. Below are the call to worship, the readings for the day, and the sermon I preached. Continue Reading →
When I was a teenager I had a poster on my wall that said, “Life is what happens when you’re making other plans.” This was before John Lennon sang “Beautiful Boy” so even though he gets lots of credit for some version of this quote now, I can attest I had the poster first.
I started 2015 with lots of plans. This blog. A series of retreats. Ideas for workshops and public speaking and opening a new spiritual direction practice. My mind was whirling with interesting schemes. I felt ready to start dating again after last year’s heart-break. I set my word for the year as discipline and wrote down goals for numbers of miles I’d be walking and number of words I’d be writing and number of retreats I’d be leading.
And then, life. Continue Reading →
Who doesn’t love those a-ha moments when you understand something in a new way or for the first time – something about your life or your work or what you’re called to do and be in this world or about someone you love or about the world itself or about God?
Usually these moments get triggered by something outside of us –the astonishing taste of the eggs, perhaps, or a star in the sky as the Epiphany story of the Magi in the Bible describes. But if we’re waiting on the big new star to catch our eyes kind of epiphany, we might miss the taste of the eggs kind of epiphany.
Pema Chödrön, in her book, The Places that Scare You: A Guide to Fearlessness in Difficult Times, tells about a cartoon where the drawing is of an astonished looking man saying “What was that?” and the caption below reads, “Bob experiences a moment of well-being.”
Not to go all woo-woo on my new readers right away, but I do love me some good metaphorical thinking. So when I went to the eye doctor this week because an injury did not seem to be healing and I discovered that I have acquired a condition known as Corneal Erosion, I wondered what this might mean for me in the realm of symbol.
I wondered, that is, after I went into a brief panic about encroaching blindness and, perhaps more importantly, the realization that my month of not wearing my contacts or eye make-up would need to continue into the indefinite future. Life-long disability I would handle with grace and aplomb, I felt sure, but walking around with a squinty little swollen red eye for the rest of my life? I crumbled into a vain heap on my bed at the thought. “I used to be cute,” I cried into my pillow. Continue Reading →