13 February 2012

Joy Dare Week 6

This is where it always begins now.
A new Monday.
A new chance to count the indescribable graces I find.



Last week was full enough to drink from the Saucer. (more on that later this week)
My cup runneth over with grace upon grace.
Too full to measure, too filling to absorb it all.
This week, I had to sip from the Saucer or risk drowning in grace.

114. A soft red sweater
115. My favorite red mug
116. A comfy red reading chair
117. A broken heart for the orphan
118. The way a hug fixes everything
119. Discounted eBooks
120. Sweet cupcakes
121. Running hugs
122. A tiny puppy
123. Toddler literalism
124. Ella's daddy laughing at her stories
125. Cherry's sense of humor
126. Vacation time
127. Flexible schedules
128. A sense of satisfaction in my work
129. A mantle of responsibility laid upon my shoulders
130. Saying goodbyes to family and dear friends
131. Long travel
132. Peek-a-boo with Solomon
133. A tearful hug from an old friend
134. Sunshine warmth on a cold day

The harder I look, the easier it becomes to find the graces.
The discipline is changing me.
I am better for this exercise.
And I am more grateful for this life.

07 February 2012

On Religious Freedom

Rarely do I write about anything political. Rarely do I venture here into news reports and murmurings across the web. Yet, today I cannot get what I heard out of my mind; it is swilling around and - I believe - is worth considering.

NPR reported this morning (among other places) that Romney's speech in Colorodo last night included the sentence, "The first amendment of the Constitution provides the right to worship in the way of our own choice."

I agree.
Amen, Mitt .... Amen.

But what Romney and others fail to talk about in light of his own statement is that this is true for ALL Americans to worship in the way of their own choice.

Newt Gingrich compared peacefully worshiping Muslims to Nazis.
Herman Cain says the majority of American Muslims are extremists.
Romney put an extremist on his foreign policy committee.

Romney chose the language he did to stand against Obama's legislation that would require religious hospitals and schools to offer health insurance that includes contraceptive coverage and sterilization. He claims that such a requirement imposes on these religious institutions the mandate "to choose between violating their conscience or dropping health care coverage for their employees, effectively destroying their ability to carry on their work."

To be fair, Romney does comment on the fact that the Obama Administration does not require this coverage for religious institutions employing those primarily of the same faith, but he goes on to state "that is not what many religious institutions do; serving the broad public is the essence of their divine mission."

True, again, Mitt. True again.

But there is a difference between "serving the broad public" and employing thousands of people.

No one is asking Catholic hospitals to provide abortions.
No one is mandating that Catholic schools teach contraception methods in the health classes.
No one is requiring the secretary at a Southern Baptist church to be afforded this coverage.

Because that would, in fact, be asking Catholics (or Baptists or whomever) to provide to Catholics (or Baptists or whomever) that which they believe is religiously wrong.

But refusing to provide contraceptive and sterilization health care coverage to thousands of employees, who may or may not share your religious beliefs, is impinging on their First Amendment right to believe that abortion is not murder or that contraception is not condemned by God.

Over the last four years I've heard countless people - both media and person-to-person - call Obama a socialist and/or a Muslim.

JFK was the first Catholic elected to the Presidency. The oldest Western Christian tradition in the world was not an acceptable choice for president until the 1960's.
Mitt Romney is a Mormon. Mormonism is considered by many to be a cult.

Richard Land is head of the Ethics & Religious Liberty Commission at the Southern Baptist Convention, and he says, "the definition of a cult, from a Christian perspective, is a movement that claims to be Christian and isn’t." Richard Land understands why Mormons get upset at being called a cult, but he says, “it’s just not Christianity. It’s another religion, like Islam. But [Mormons] think they are the true Christians.”

The reality of the matter is that if we're going to be a nation that practices Religious Freedom, we have to be a nation that allows that freedom for every member of this society.

We cannot marginalize the Muslim, the Atheist, the Deist, the Socialist, the Libertarian, the Bleeding Heart Liberal Christian, the Catholic, the Ultra Conservative Protestant, the "None".

In 2007, Romney said in a speech that "Religious tolerance would be a shallow principle indeed if it were reserved only for faiths with which we agree."

I couldn't agree more, Mitt.
I couldn't agree more.

So, let's take religion out of this campaign.
Stop going after "the Christian vote" or "the Catholic vote" or "the Muslim vote."
Stop pandering to my religion and start telling me what YOU can do - not what your opposition CANNOT.

Because, as Mitt said, "If I am fortunate to become your President, I will serve no one religion, no one group, no one cause, and no one interest. A President must serve only the common cause of the people of the United States."

Religious Freedom is only religious freedom when no one - no one - is forced to comply with the beliefs of another.

I can only hope and pray that whoever wins in November will understand this.

06 February 2012

Joy Dare: Week 5

Five weeks already.
Five weeks without missing one.
A chance to keep searching for God in my midst.

96. Great Puns
97. Frederich Buechner's honesty in story
98. A dinner date with the hubby
99. Hallway laughter among colleagues
100. Ella giggling on the swing
101. Chris' patience and encouragement when mine is lacking
102. Rick Riordan's world of story
103. Molly Harper's hilarious characters
104. Buechner's grace in all words
105. Grass turning green
106. Tiny Legos shared
107. The ache of exercised muscles
108. The blanket-like feel of a cashmere sweater
109. My great-great-grandmother's table
110. Wrapping up in a blanket for a nap
111. The smell of springtime
112. An unexpected neighborhood opossum sighting
113. Walks in the sunshine

After a dreary weekend that felt more like winter than any weekend we've had yet, this morning I am again welcoming the sunshine with the richness only it can bring to my days.

This week is full.
Special Events.
Busy, good, work.
Travel.
Family.
A Special Ordination Service.
Good friends.

I suspect the graces this week will be too numerous to count, and yet, I will continue to put pen to paper. I will continue to look, continue to cherish the moments, continue to serve and love and watch and learn.

I am surrounded by an incredible team in this little family of mine. More than any other grace, they are the one for which I am most grateful. On my worst days, they shine the light of grace into my life, offering love and compassion when I least deserve it. They are my treasure.

31 January 2012

Joy Dare: Week 4

A full month of gratitude.
Every day, counting just three.
Three little things for which I am thankful.

Writing them down.
Savoring them.
Finding in myself a new kind of creativity.
A creativity of the eye - a learning to SEE instead of learning to DO.

As January comes to a close, the weather warm and spring-like, I have made it through the darkest part of winter. Despite the January that never felt like true winter, I step into February aware of the lengthening days, reminded that the dark days all have a dawn. December - with the year's longest night - and January - the year's typically coldest month in Kentucky - are a thing of the past.

My heart floods with gratitude for the season that hints even now at its arrival.

71. The light as it strikes Addie's brilliant blue necklace
72. Warm chili on a cold day
73. A challenge to stand in the gap for the oppressed
74. A doctor's wisdom
75. Good medical insurance
76. Having some answers
77. Laughter
78. A week full of chapel services
79. Crisp stars in the clear winter sky
80. A child who calls me "mommy"
81. Laughing with my husband
82. A job I love
83. Honest conversation
84. Flexibility
85. Grace in my shortcomings
86. Rich Mullins' lyrics
87. The reminder to Breathe
88. A full 30 minutes to talk to my Grandmother
89. Jacob's story seen new
90. Old hymns finding new voice
91. The joy of time as a family
92. Kisses from Katie
93. A healthy interaction in a difficult situation
94. Jane
95. Stepping across the threshold into another month of counting

95 moments of gratitude in 31 days.
95 opportunities for the Christ to whisper in my ear
Countless times the whisper went unheard, too busy to notice it.
But for those 95.

95 moments changing me.
95 opportunities to say Thank You.
95 pauses in a busy life.

In the stillness of this moment, I am overcome with the joy I might never have noticed if it were not for The Dare.

23 January 2012

Joy Dare: Week 3

The more I seek Joy, the easier it becomes to find it.
Yesterday I had the opportunity to absorb two "unrelated" sermons, using different texts, speaking different messages.
And yet, I heard only one.

Joy works the same way for me.
The more I am enmeshed in the practice of seeking Joy, the more it resonates together. The more different places I look, the more I find the same themes over and over again.

I find that which brings me True Joy, not just momentary happiness.
My prayer is that this month of searching diligently for Joy every day is teaching me about myself.
I pray it is teaching me where I go when I need to be recharged.
That it is telling me more than just that the Source is always God -- that God manifests in countless ways and my purpose now is to find the manifestations that stir my soul.

I am finding that.
Grace is being poured out on my soul.
Thus, hope is being rekindled.

52. "Remove the plank from your own eye."
53. "I will not leave you as orphans."
54. "Be still and know."
55. Food-packed shelves
56. A rain-free day
57. Friends through a mutual heart for adoption
58. The flecks in Ella's eyes
59. Fingerprints completely unique
60. The "extra" dimples in her cheeks - the tiny ones hidden near the crease of her smile
61. Giant, slow raindrops
62. Brilliant lightning
63. Ferocious storms
64. A safe shelter from the storms
65. No longer fearing the flood
66. "Learning to surf"
67. Throwing down the nets that bind
68. Worship
69. Round communion tables - a visual reminder of that which we teach every week
70. Freedom.

It is Grace that shakes loose the bindings on my soul.