Category: Spiritual Reflections

It is always (I think at the time) at the most inopportune moment that Scriptures I have memorized pop into my head.

When I get upset with someone, lose my patience, want to give “friendly” advice, want to have credit given to me instead of someone else for something I did, want to prove myself right — a Scripture edges itself to the front of my head:

Love is patient, love is kind.  It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no records of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.  It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.  Love never fails.  1 Corinthians 13:4-8

I always take issue with the Scripture and the conversation with God goes something like this:

Are you kidding me God?  This is not the time to be putting that Scripture in my head.  You know I should have gotten credit for that.  How come I have to be the one to apologize for getting angry?  It’s always me who goes first.  I’m not boasting.  I’m not proud.  I just want the credit due TO ME.

And the response from God this time is:

Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.  Matthew 25:40

Another Scripture.  Another reminder that I am not flawless.  That I am imperfect.  And that in spite of the imperfections, He loves me.

I am reminded that 1 Corinthians 13 is the principle that my Father follows in His relationship with me. He asks that I give to others what He has given to me.

It sounds simple on the surface but in practice is sometimes hard for me.

Yet, He’s right and I thank Him for reminding me.  A reminder that I shouldn’t need every day but somehow I do.  He gently tells me it’s okay.  And I compose myself, remembering who I represent, and repair any damage I may have done in my relationships.

I was about 12, and my father, who had not been around much since my mother had to leave him, decided to come back and visit us.

We lived in an apartment on a boulevard.  It had 6 units — 3 stories high and 2 units on each floor.  It had a beautiful cement balcony and I liked to look at the cars go by or at the people walking past.

My father’s visit lasted about one week.  During this time, he painted our kitchen yellow. My memory of that time stops there.

But something else must have happened because later in the year, around Christmas time, my family (including extended family) decided that we were going to Indiana for the holidays.  I was adamant that I was not going because my father had told me that he was coming back for Christmas.  My Mama tried to tell me that he wouldn’t be coming.  But I believed my father.

Still having the naivete of a child, my father’s word was pure gold.

When the car arrived to take us to our destination, I hid.  They found me and physically had to pick me up, screaming, kicking and biting. I was determined not to miss my father’s visit.  Being overpowered by the strong arms of adults, I was shoved into the car where the rest of my siblings waited.  I was the only one who knew about my father’s promise to return.

At our destination, I stubbornly refused to get out of the car. They pulled me out and took me inside kicking and screaming.  I hit my head on the edge of a table and my Mami Saro (grandmother) yelled dejala quieta (leave her alone, in Spanish).  I pretended to be unconscious.

If nothing else, I gained a little pity having lost the valiant fight to be there for my father.

But he never came.  And from that day forward, I learned that promises are not always kept.  That those you love can and will disappoint you sometimes.  I learned mistrust.  I learned betrayal.

Then I read these words:

And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with Me, that you also may be where I am.  John 14:3

Jesus speaks of His return for us, for me, in this verse.  Can I believe it?  Yes.  For He has never backed out of a promise.  He has always been there for me.

Sometimes, I can sense His presence so close that I reach my hand up to the sky to try to touch Him.

This time, I won’t be disappointed. This is one person I can believe and trust and He will come back for me.

The Badlands

Last evening, I stayed up late to watch a movie called The Soloist.  I’m not one to stay up late for too many things but this movie caught my attention even though I didn’t start watching it from the beginning.

The movie is about a journalist, Steve, who is looking for something newsworthy to write about.  He goes out into the streets of Los Angeles and finds a homeless man, Nathaniel Ayers, who has extraordinary music abilities playing the cello.

He writes about Nathaniel and does everything he can to help him.  But Nathaniel has a mental illness.  In one scene, Steve had set up an appointment for Nathaniel to meet with the philharmonic orchestra and Nathaniel could not leave his “things” behind.  “Things” such as a broom, an old pillow, cardboard that he slept on — important to Nathaniel although Steve was trying to move him in a “better” direction.

At one point in the story, Nathaniel beats Steve up because he believes that Steve is trying to have him committed (Steve does try to get Nathaniel psychiatric help but it has to be voluntary).

The movie ends with Steve making this statement:

“A year ago, I met a man who was down on his luck and thought I might be able to help him.  I don’t know that I have.  Yes, my friend Mr Ayers now sleeps inside.  He has a key.  He has a bed.  But his mental state, and his well-being, are as precarious now as they were the day we met.  There are people who tell me I’ve helped him.  Mental health experts say that the simple act of being someone’s friend can change his brain chemistry, improve his functioning in the world.  I can’t speak for Mr. Ayers in that regard.  Maybe our friendship has helped him.  But maybe not.  I can, however, speak for myself.  I can tell you that by witnessing Mr. Ayers courage, his humility, his faith in the power of his art, I’ve learned the dignity of being loyal to something you believe in.  Of holding onto it, above all else.  Of believing, without question, that it will carry you home.”

The movie was based on a real person.

It was only this morning that I realized why the movie stirred my heart.

I too have tried on many occasions to “help” only to find myself beaten in the end.  And I have believed, as the statement above quotes, “that the simple act of being someone’s friend can change his brain chemistry.”

Sometimes I just have to be and let life play itself out.  The results may not be what I want or expect but I still have to be “loyal to something you believe in.”

That’s the message God taught me from this movie.

1 Corinthians 13:7  Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

My first visit to the Seventh-day Adventist Church was when they were having communion.  Not being a member, I didn’t realize that they have the practice of washing each other’s feet before communion (the eating of the bread and drinking of grape juice).

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The men went to one room and the women to another.  Pails of water, a large ladle and towels were set on a table.  Chairs were arranged so that one person could sit while another person washed the other person’s feet.  Having my feet washed by a stranger was odd.

Doing a little studying in the Bible, I read in Scripture about Jesus washing His disciples feet and it made sense to me. Some people think it’s awkward.  I have found it to be humbling.

A couple weeks back, I attended a Seventh-day Adventist church in Hudson, Wisconsin.  Again, they were having communion and they asked those who wanted to partake in the communion service to separate to wash one another’s feet. When I arrived upstairs, everything was ready although I didn’t have a partner.  A young woman came up to me and asked me if she could be my partner and I agreed.

The young woman went to get the pail of water and a towel.  While she was gone, I took my socks off and when she returned, she washed my feet.  The “washing” is not with soap and water but plain warm water.  She carefully wiped my feet dry and then I took the pail with the used water back to the table, added fresh water to the pail and went back and washed her feet.

Afterwards, we prayed.  I prayed for her family, her health and her spiritual condition.  I am always reminded of the Scripture where Jesus washed His disciples feet.

“Jesus knew that the Father had put all things under His power and that He had come from God and was returning to God; so He got up from the meal, took off His outer clothing and wrapped a towel around His waist.  After that, He poured water into a basin and began to wash His disciples feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around Him.  John 13:3-5

Serving each other.  Some would think it’s stooping too low but in reality it’s lifting us up towards God and humanity.  Our world would be so much different if our leaders would follow this example.

Surely if the Son of God can humble Himself to be a servant to us, we can humble ourselves to be a servant to others.

A fine example you are Jesus.  A mighty fine example.

The Desire of Ages: A Classic on the Life of Christ

Her name was Mary and I have to assume she had long hair.  Her sister’s name was Martha.  They, along with their brother Lazarus, received Jesus in their home for dinner.  Martha served the meal while Lazarus was reclining at the dinner table.

Mary gets up, takes .5 liters of perfume and goes to Jesus and pours it on His feet.  Then she wipes His feet with her hair.

That’s unusual in and of itself.  Imagine any woman going to a man’s feet and pouring perfume on them and then wiping the perfume with her hair.  Whoa!  Most of us would raise our eyebrows and gossip about it.  After all, Mary was not married to Jesus.  They were friends.

One of the people in the group, Judas, spoke up about this to Jesus.

John 12:4-5  But one of His disciples, Judas Iscariot, who was later to betray Him, objected, Why wasn’t this perfume sold and the money given to the poor?  It was worth a year’s wages.”

Judas — his concern was about the money that could have been had by selling the perfume.  No concern about the unusual act of perfume being poured on Jesus feet.  We’re not told that anyone else spoke up about this, uh, act of love.  The Bible tells us that Judas was a thief and he used to take money from the money bag that they had.

I don’t understand why no one said anything.  Embarrassment?  Minding one’s own business? I wonder what the people there were thinking.  I would think that there had to be an intimate relationship between the two.  A very friendly bond. Some have alluded to Jesus having an affair with Mary but the Bible doesn’t state He ever had a relationship with a woman.

What did Jesus say about this act?  John 12:7-8  “Leave her alone, Jesus replied.  It was intended that she should save this perfume for my burial.  You will always have the poor among you but you will not always have me.”

Although Jesus could read people’s hearts, He did not condemn Judas as a thief but instead He directed His attention to what Judas said about the poor.

How often we think that God condemns us harshly.  It reminds me of the verse found in the book of John 3:17  “For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world but that the world through Him might be saved.”

No condemnation for Judas even though He was the one who was going to betray Jesus.  Does God really have to condemn us?  Don’t our acts condemn us by themselves?

Sabbath … thank you Jesus!

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Be Still And Know

Imagine being born blind.  Everything is dark.

Those of us with eyes that can see can’t really fathom what blindness is like.  Even on a dark night when I can’t sleep and I open my eyes, it is not totally dark.  My eyes adjust to the darkness and I can make out little things.  But that is not true of someone who is blind.

I remember as a child pretending to be blind by putting a scarf over my eyes.  One of the differences is that I could take my scarf off and see.

So when I read the story of a man who was blind from birth, it is not easy for me to fully understand.

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John 9:1 As He went along, He saw a man blind from birth.

The disciples who were with Jesus wanted to know who was responsible for the blindness.  Was it because of the man’s sin or the parents sin?  It seems odd to ask the question because if the man was born blind what sin would he have committed?

Jesus affirms that neither the man nor his parents sinned.  Sometimes things happen and it’s nobody’s fault.  They just happen.  Especially in this sinful world we live in.

But Jesus didn’t let it go at that.

John 9:6 After saying this, He spit on the ground, made some mud with the saliva and put it on the man’s eyes.

What happens next is nothing short of a miracle.  John 9:7  Go, He told him, wash in the Pool of Siloam.  So the man went and washed and came home seeing.

The man is blind.  Jesus uses His saliva and dirt from the ground to make mud and put it on the man’s eyes.  Then, the man sees.

There are many different analogies one can make from this story.  My initial inclination is to see how Jesus can take something as common as spit and use it to change a man’s life.  He was blind but not he sees.  And he is able to see because he did what Jesus asked him to do — go and wash.  Get the dirt out of your eyes.

Nothing would have happened had the man chosen not to do as Jesus asks.  He would have remained blind with mud in his eyes.

And later He sees Jesus — His healer — and he worships Him.

I too was blind, but now I see.  So I can only worship Him.

A friend of mine, William, has a Christian blog that I read frequently.  This last post was on resilience and I thought it was superb.

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Sometimes it takes us a long time to “pop” back into our lives from things that bring us down.  But, there is always hope with God’s grace.

The history of Valentine’s day reminds me that it has nothing to do with flowers, chocolate or cards.  It was martyrdom, sacrifice — at it’s best.

And so it’s quite fitting today to speak about my two true loves.  They’re alike and different in so many ways.  But every day they make sacrifices for me.  Giving pieces of themselves so that I might live life more fully.

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He doesn’t flaunt himself but instead prefers to remain humble.
He is patient even when I provoke him.
He is kind even when I am angry.
He is tender when I am rough around the edges.
He is respectful and won’t disrespect me.
He loves me when I am unlovely.
He speaks gently when I’m having a temper tantrum.

He’s my husband, the one who my heart desires.

How blessed I am to have two of them.

One on earth and one in heaven.

For your Maker is your husband – the Lord Almighty is His name – the Holy One of Israel is your Redeemer; He is called the God of all the earth.  Isaiah 54:5

Thank you both!  You have made my life complete.