Touching the Untouchable

I was reading an article this morning in the Adventist Review, June 27th issue, by a woman named Tara VinCross.

The article was quite intriguing. It started off with the birth of Christ.

How the untouchable God became touchable when He “put on” the flesh of human beings.
In this way He could become better known.

Then she goes on to talk about how being touched makes us vulnerable.

“To let other people touch you, to let them reach out and come in contact with you, can make you weak. You are vulnerable, and the contact is only an example of the infinite physical, spiritual and emotional vulnerabilities.”

Wow! How true that is. Most of us live in a touchless society.

We have Facebook, MySpace, Twitter — social networks. These sites barely cover the surface of getting to know people. Sure, you can get updates on people and know what’s going on in their lives. In that regard their purpose is accomplished.

But it’s not the same as taking in a ballgame with a friend. Sitting on a porch and drinking lemonade on a warm day. Going for a hike.

Getting to know the person one-on-one. Personally. Intimately. Even to the point of knowing their weaknesses ~ not just their strengths.

Tara goes on to say “Somehow we have gotten this idea that we are not supposed to share our weaknesses as Christians.”

Yes Tara. You are right. Surface friendship. Of course, that term is an oxymoron but I’ll use it for now.

And continuing: “We try to keep ourselves up on pedestals and let people believe that we have it all together. But we know that if people got close to us they would see that we have issues too.”

Really? Yes. It’s true. We all have issues.

We are all broken inside. Blame it on your father, your mother, your sister, your brother, your neighborhood, the food you ate or didn’t eat, the microwave, etc. etc. etc.

Now that we’ve acknowledged our brokenness, what are we doing about it?

Are we helping each other get through it or are we pointing the finger at each other?

Jesus came in the flesh and allowed people to touch Him. He made Himself available to be touched.

I want to be able to touch and be touched. So if you see my weaknesses, please help to lift me up because after all, I’m just like you.

Hmmm … life, as it is.

New Song on Pandora

Listening to Pandora again tonight.

A new song I like — By Your Side.

The lyrics are so powerful!

Why are you looking for love
Why are you still searching as if I’m not enough
To where will you go child
Tell me where will you run
To where will you run

And I’ll be by your side
Wherever you fall
In the dead of night
Whenever you call
And please don’t fight
These hands that are holding you
My hands are holding you”

If we could only appreciate the nail scarred hands that hold us up every day.

We can find no better friend, no one who will love us better — who truly wants what is best for us because He loves us.

I have no place to run but into His arms.

Life … He has given it to me and I shall try to live it as He sees fit for me.




Human Weaknesses

As I was heading out today to say goodbye to a friend who is moving to Nebraska, I stopped into my favorite coffee house. Peets. Ordered my usual – nonfat, extra hot, hot chocolate with no whip. Yeah, it’s hot in Seattle but I still like my cocoa …

When I went to the counter to wait for them to make it, I turned around and saw an old friend.

He’s literally old, if one thinks 80 is old.

I had such a warm feeling when I saw him. It’s been 3-4 years and we parted on not-so-good terms.

Part of the problem was that he was married and he was having an emotional semi-physical love affair with someone else.

It didn’t help that his wife was at home sick and on her death bed.

I thought how disrespectful it was of him. How unloving. How cruel.

His wife probably never found out but for me that’s not the point. It’s the betrayal.

I confronted him about the situation. He told me it was none of my business.

Since he was a leader in our church, I felt it was all of our business.

They both left our church because of other issues so no one had to really address the problem and quite frankly I think I was the only one who knew although many people suspected.

I had been thinking about this friend recently because he and his “new” wife visit an elderly friend of ours.

It’s always a blessing for me to see other people visit the lonely — especially when they are elderly.

I wondered how to reach him to thank them.

Then — poof! God puts him right in my path.

We had a great “reunion.” I thanked him profusely for his ministry in caring for others. Not every one wants to do that “kind” of work.

We hugged and parted.

As I left, I thought about how our friendship had changed.

Back then, I thought more of the “it” that he was doing instead of the person and what he was experiencing. Loneliness, a need to be touched and loved.

I can’t justify the “it” but I can’t dismiss the human needs either.

We are told that “all things work together for good.” It’s not what we think our good should be but what God thinks is good.

Sometimes we think that life is treating us unfair. But who are we to judge what is fair and unfair when it comes to what God allows in our life?

Loneliness can help us in reaching out and empathizing with those who are going through the same struggles.

The same with any other emotion we feel.

There is something to be learned but how often we cut it short.

Awhile ago I read a story about a caterpillar. A young boy had found it and kept it. He watched as the caterpillar “grew.” One day he noticed that the caterpillar was creating a cocoon. After awhile a small hole appeared.

He kept watching the caterpillar and was worried as it seemed to be struggling so hard. It looked like it wasn’t going to make it.

He got a pair of scissors and enlarged the opening to help the caterpillar become into the beautiful butterfly it was supposed to be.

He waited.

The shriveled & swollen body of the caterpillar just lay there. It crawled but could never fly.

Later he found out that the struggle was necessary for the caterpillar to become a butterfly.

The struggle through the tiny opening of the cocoon apparently pushes the fluid out of its body and onto the wings so that it can fly.

God allows us to struggle sometimes because He can see how wonderful we can become.

We help each other along the way on this globe called earth. As much as the battles inside us hurt, in the end we can become more beautiful than we imagine.

No one can ever really know the struggles someone else is going through. Sometimes we try to help but other times it’s best we leave them alone so that the “fluid” (Spirit) will make them strong and they can fly.

The next time your friend is struggling — remember that it’s not just about the “it” of what they’re doing/not doing but also about their humanness.

After all, it’s life …. as it is.

Proverbs

Woke up this morning to an interesting proverb from Proverbs 15:22.

Plans fail for lack of counsel,
but with many advisers they succeed.

Hmmmm … Wonder what that means exactly?

Perhaps it means that one should seek counsel from a few people instead of just one. That would hopefully give one a well-rounded group of opinions.

But, on the flip side, one has to trust who they seek counsel from. And there just aren’t that many trustworthy people in this world.

Or, perhaps I’m too cynical.

Chosen

Ever wondered if you gave your friends a choice between $1 bil or your friendship if they would choose you?

Today I was chosen.
Unfortunately, I have a very unhappy friend right now. I chose to test their character in a rather unorthodox way.
The result was — they are faithful. But angry.
I, on the other hand, am happy as a clam.
Now to explain myself to them …
Too bad we have to go through these steps sometimes. But better to know than to always be wondering.
That’s my life as it is.

iPad and Tap Tap

Went to church on Saturday and the service was very nice although I’m not into “patriotic” services.

Have been looking for a “sock” for my new Sprint Android phone. Cell phones should last forever but mine lasted a little over two years and they no longer make a new battery for it.
The new cell I have has all these new gadgets and makes life simpler and less confusing. My calendar is on it, my contacts are listed as I want with favorites listed first. And I even have an application for the weather in whatever city/country I want. Way too cool!
Went to help a friend pack yesterday morning and today. She is 84 and moving to Nebraska. So much stuff. I’m getting quite good at knowing what to get rid of and what to keep. So much paper we go through.
Since my son is home, I get to play on his new iPad. There is one application that is called Tap Tap. Very addictive game. There is a list of songs you choose from and then there are three circles. As the song plays, bubbles head toward the circles and you have to tap the circle as the bubble hits it. Very nice application. But, too addictive.
So — in one sense it’s good my son isn’t home all the time.
I’d like to get an iPad one day as it’s much easier to carry than a Mac. It’s lightweight and has everything pretty much on it so when I take my walks I can carry it with me.

Reflecting

The day is just about over.

Ran errands.

Went to Peets for a hot chocolate.

Drove to Shilshole beach and watched the waves crash onto the rocks, the birds soaring in the air, the boats sailing by and had an ice cream.

Thought about my life, introspected and reflected.

Got the battery changed in the car.

Came home and made dinner — homemade blueberry muffins, vegetarian teriyaki skallops, rice and fresh green beans.

Watching my husband from the bed as he sits in front of his computer and I listen to Christian contemporary music on Pandora.

“My Desire” by Jeremy Camp.

“You want to be whole, you want to have purpose inside
You want to have virtue and purify your mind”

One day I’ll be whole. One day — in heaven.

I’m not so mad at God anymore. Just a little. But He’s slowly healing my stony heart and making it a heart of flesh. Thank you Jesus!

Coffee and Hot chocolate

Can’t speak too much about the best type of coffee there is.

But, at the age of 8 or 9, maybe younger, our breakfast staple was coffee (with milk and sugar of course) and toast. Normally the toast would be buttered or — egads! — my cousins would lather it with mayonnaise.

We would dunk the bread in the coffee. Always — but always — the coffee was Bustelo.


No decaf existed in my day, that I’m aware of.

“American” coffee seems to be so — mild.

My husband likes Starbucks. Bitter and strong.

I have taken quite a liking to hot chocolate. Starbucks cocoa is so bitter it seems. Tully’s is okay but for some reason it tastes watery to me no matter what type of milk they use. Chocolati is good but can tastes too chocolatey — if that’s possible.

But I have found a place called Peets in Seattle. Not too sweet, not too bitter. And it tastes the same no matter what type of milk I use.

There is one other chocolate that my mother sends me. You grate it and put it into warm milk. That with some edam cheese, diced large and then put into the hot chocolate.

Yum! Makes me hungry.

I wonder if there will be chocolate in heaven?

Life as it is on earth.