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Lent and a New Planner

A few weeks ago I purchased a new planner to help me organize myself better, because I am extremely unorganized in most areas of my life, and I find that I can’t remember things like I used to be able to remember them. I find myself double-booking, forgetting events, and generally getting overwhelmed and falling behind with things I need to pay closer attention to. I ordered a beautiful yellow planner with a big sunflower on the front—I like flowers—from Passion Planner. I will admit that they are a little pricey, but so far the extra touches and emails have made it worth it. One email was a weekly insert asking me to consider the ways in which I love myself and what I can do to remind myself of those things more regularly. Worthwhile.

A couple of things I love already are the way the planner has the user reiterate their goals, their focus each day, and their events. This should help me remember what drives me. The other thing I love so far is that the planner begins by having the user identify their core values; first they rank several values, then they group them, then they decide which three are their core values that motivate them, or that move them. In the end, I settled on three (each with a sub value, so six total): altruism/community, grace/peace, and wisdom/humility. If I am honest, these six values have been part of my guiding force for most of my life, and I am excited to intentionally work toward a better understanding of them, so I can better apply them in all areas of my life.

I mention all of this, because I had a difficult time discerning how to practice my faith this Lent. I knew I wanted to leave behind social media for at least these 40-ish days, because I have been spending way too much time just aimlessly scrolling. Today, for example, had I not given up social media, I may have missed out on my walk—no, I would have missed out on my walk because I wouldn’t have moved from the couch. If I had missed out on my walk, I wouldn’t have seen the herd of deer running through the brush in the wetlands preserve, I wouldn’t have heard the frogs peeping in the marsh there, and I may not have seen all of the geese, ducks, and other birds out doing their spring things. More importantly, one of my big goals for this year is to complete the Muncie 70.3, as I wrote in my last post. And, had I been scrolling, I would have spent one more day just sitting, not moving my body. To be honest, I am completely terrified about finishing this event. I know I can swim and bike, but the run/walk has me nervous!

In addition to giving up social media, which I understand in the grand scheme of this world isn’t earth shattering or really even a sacrifice, I have decided I am going to be intentional (again) about reading my Bible and trying (still) to make it through the entire text from beginning to end, but let me just say that Chronicles is just rough. Every single time. I guess I feel led to do this and to tell you about it, because I have also moved my membership (finally) from the UMC to the Episcopal Church, which I have loved for more than a decade. And, the best part of loving the Episcopal Church is they love me back, rather than just tolerating me, so I feel invested in my faith in a new way. I have been trying to get back into a deeper relationship with God for a few years now, and I’ve been missing some things, so refocusing is helping me think deeper and to try harder to rekindle that faith.

Finally, one of the best things happened to me while Bec was here visiting. If you know us, you know church is really important to both of us, because church is the outward expression of our inward faith. Just so we’re clear, our collective faith and belief in Jesus is the important part here, not the institution of church. But, I digress. What was cool is that we were asked to present the elements for eucharist at the Ash Wednesday service. I was hesitant because of my Brian (my brain when it behaves anxiously, what if I trip? what if I drop it? what if my pants are stuck in my butt crack? what if I forget to bow to the altar (which I did)?), but Bec was eager to do it because she is a communion steward at her church and isn’t afraid of being in front of people in any capacity, which I admire about her. We did it, and it was lovely, and all of the wafers and wine made it to the front of the church successfully. Since, we rarely get to see each other, and even more rarely get to go to church together, presenting the elements was an extra special gift for the two of us. To make it even more special, we were also celebrating our 12 anniversary or our handfasting ceremony. In short, the day was lovely and meaningful.

Joy

The third Sunday of Advent is all about joy, an emotion, a feeling, a posture that I wouldn’t name as something that comes natural to me. In fact, joy is really difficult for me to even wrap my mind around, let alone figure out how to feel or articulate. I do know that joy isn’t the same as happiness, and I also know that joy is a lasting state of being, a way of existence. I know that joy sustains us, even when we aren’t happy, and especially when are filled with sadness or rage.

Joy is the condition that allowed Julian of Norwich to hear God say to her, “All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.” And it’s the underlying knowledge that, in fact, all shall be well, regardless of our circumstances. This past Sunday’s first reading was from Zephaniah, and while I rarely read the minor prophets—not for any reason, because the prophets are lovely—I found these words to be extremely challenging and comforting:

“The LORD, your God, is in your midst,
a mighty savior;
he will rejoice over you with gladness,
and renew you in his love,
he will sing joyfully because of you,
as one sings at festivals.”

According to Zephaniah, God sings joyfully because of us, and God rejoices over us with gladness. I love those images, and I’d like to keep thinking about us singing joyfully because of each other and rejoicing over each other with gladness. I am willing to believe that this may change our world. As we wait for Jesus to become real in this world on Christmas, we can be the light in the darkness, we can bring the joy, and we can provide hope. The first two lines of the quote above say that God is already in our midst, as a mighty savior, providing a feeling of safety and security.

Joy is a way of existing. Joy will sustain us.

Peace

Today, the second Sunday of Advent, is dedicated to thoughts of peace. As you may or may not know, peace is one of my favorite concepts, a word that I say frequently, my favorite part of the liturgy, and the signature of all of my emails.

I have spent a great deal of time in spiritual and theological thought about the way the concepts of peace and justice interact. How, for example, does Christ’s death ensure both justice and peace? How can we bring that same sacrificial love into our daily interactions to ensure both justice, which requires consequences, and peace, which requires harmony and benevolence. For me, this juxtaposition is the crux of all theological thoughts. How can two seemingly opposite ideas work together to usher in the Kingdom of God in our daily lives, and, as importantly, how do those same two concepts function in the theology of the crucifixion? Martin Luther says, “Peace is more important than all justice; and peace was not made for the sake of justice, but justice for the sake of peace.” I am still trying to decipher what I think about his ideas of peace and justice, but it’s reassuring to know that someone as influential as Luther also wrestled with this.

On a more practical level, if you’ve ever had a conversation with me, when we parted ways, I probably said, “Peace,” to wish you well as you walked away. For me, saying peace to a friend is more than just a simple goodbye, because I really want to help this world become more peaceful, and somehow I think if I say it enough, we might think about it more. And, it’s a simple way to wish someone well, like saying shalom, salaam, or namaste, which I know don’t simply mean peace, but are phrases that carry beautiful meanings, such as restoration, humility, and noting the divine in each other, inside them as well. When I say peace, I mean all of these things. Speaking things into being is a concept I hold close to my heart, and I want people to know that I want to restore my relationship with them, that I want to live in a posture of humility with them, and that I see the image of God in them.

Experiencing the divine is important to me and is one of the main reasons I attend the Episcopal Church. I can feel Jesus, the very presence of God, in the euhcarist, and I think that is facilitated by the passing of the peace earlier in the liturgy. Speaking and hearing the words, “Peace of Christ be with you,” moves me and fills my heart with a strong love that enables me to really feel the divine.

Finally, because my job is at a public school, and because there is quite a lack of peace in the educational world these days, I sign all of my emails with the word, “Peace,” because I hope, beyond hope, that somehow we can return to a more peaceful world. This world is filled with chaos and anger and honestly we’ve lost our ability to speak civilly to each other in so many situations, that I hope by wishing people peace, even in a simple way like an email signature, that we’ll stop for a second and consider what it might look like to live at peace with each other. So, maybe, when we don’t agree, we can talk through our disagreements in a real way and stop quoting talking points from the extremities to which we’ve moved. We can really listen to learn then respond after thought to each other, rather than not really listening to immediately respond to each other.

I started this entry by thinking about peace and justice. And, while I love peace, I do know that justice is necessary. For example, the justice of decolonization is necessary, but I also think that justice can bring peace. Maybe not in the beginning, as decolonizing this world would cause a great deal of strife, but in the long run, the long game, the peace could be so beautiful and so much like the Kingdom of God. I have so many more thoughts about how these two theological concepts work together, but I actually have to get back to work on what pays the bills, which is also the good work of shaping young minds to bring peace, and justice, to this world.

Peace to you.

Thanks giving. Grateful, Thankful, Blessed.

On this Sunday before Thanksgiving, I am at school sitting at my desk grading papers with the fluorescent lights off and only a little LED lamp that my mother-in-law bought me for Christmas one year plugged in and shining brightly. I would like to be caught up on my grading before I leave for Minnesota for break, but I know that I will only be closer to caught up, because I am still so far behind. I am the furthest behind I have ever been in my professional career. And I am not actually sure I will get caught up in time which is a scary feeling actually. I am not really sure what got me this far behind.

Unless it was cross country season where I spent nearly every Saturday in a bus and outside in the hot sun for hours watching middle schoolers run. Unless it was the addition of a lot of new expectations for communication with people which wears me out in a way I can’t explain. Unless it was my own mental health not allowing me to use every weekend for work because I needed some time to not think about teaching. Unless it was my own relentless struggle with my faith and how to live it in this world. Unless it was that I am paralyzed with fear about the next four years and beyond because let’s be real no one is doing any real systemic thing to try to change this world and it’s functioning exactly as it has been built to function, Capitalistically.

I recently bought a new t-shirt from a former coworker who makes their living by screen printing shirts and being an artist, perhaps one of the new, and last, noble professions. They always make some shirts that donate money to different causes, an admirable thing to do. The most recent shirt I bought from them is the softest, most beautifully colored, best fitting olive green tshirt with an image of a Ball/Mason jar with a black ant and a red ant inside it. They designed the tshirt to reflect Kurt Vonnegut’s famous scene from Cat’s Cradle in which one character say to another: “‘What he was doing was spooning different kinds of bugs into the jar and making them fight.’ The bug fight was so interesting that I stopped crying right away–forgot all about the old man. I can’t remember what all Frank had fighting in the jar that day, but I can remember other bug fights we staged later on: one stag beetle against a hundred red ants, one centipede against three spiders, red ants against black ants. They won’t fight unless you keep shaking the jar. And that’s what Frank was doing, shaking, shaking, the jar.'” I like to think about my shirt in regard to Henry David Thoreau’s observation of ants in Walden, once at war they will simply kill each other until there is nothing left. And the fight is unsettling to watch. We are the ants in both scenarios. As both authors make clear. We’ve been spooned into a jar and the jar is being shaken to shit by systemic nonsense while we simply try to kill each other, metaphorically, of course, because literal killing is frowned upon, unless the person happens to be different than—and usually less powerful than—we are.

Why am I writing today of all days about being behind and about humants? Well, I haven’t written here for a really long time, and it’s almost thanksgiving, and I usually want to be thankful at this time. But this year I am really struggling to find the good in this world. Really. Struggling. Are there things for which I am grateful, thankful, blessed (as the good Christian folk say)? Yes. I am thankful for existing. I am thankful for family and friends. I am thankful for a job. I am thankful for my dog. I am thankful for the sunrise and sunset, the stars and moon, the trees and grass, the water and the land. I am thankful for shelter, food, intellect, students, coffee, and I could go on and on making a list of a million things for which we should all be grateful, thankful, blessed. For which I am thankful.

What I am thankful for pales in comparison to the terror I hold at living life every day as my authentic self in this world right now. I could even explain how the smallest most mundane things thrill me and how people look at me with suspicion when I talk about how in love with this physical world I am when seeing an egg broken on the ground with ants feasting inside on the yolk that is stuck sticky on the sides. Or how people dismiss me when I explain how the lavender of the soy bean fields is my favorite color in this whole wide world. Or how people can’t see that this world is on fire in so many ways, big and small, macrocosmically and microcosmically. We can’t sustain this. We are bifurcated and shored up on those two sides. Everything is not a binary. We don’t talk with each other anymore. We don’t try to be curious or seek understanding. We’ve been made to fear the other. Fear breeds anger breeds fear breeds anger breeds fear… eventually we simply hate.

So, where does this leave me? At a precipice. Do we move forward as if nothing is happening, or do we figure out now how to get caught up, how to live a life we love, how to be grateful, thankful, blessed for the small things, how to right the systems that make us into humants? How do we begin to undo the damage of hatred and separation that is the hallmark of this time period? Do we start a conversation with someone not like us? Do we dare, DARE, share a meal with someone on the other side? Maybe a meal like some bread and wine?

Our Father?

I was inspired, by an article I read this week, to think about the divine feminine and to really consider my relationship with patriarchy and tradition in the Church. My relationship with the Church is tenuous at best, but my relationship with God is enriching and fulfilling. While I have a great reverence for historical Christianity, I also have a very suspicious eye aimed toward those systemic prejudices that are embedded within it.

I was then prompted to share this with you. I’m not really one to share my prayer life, since I feel that it could be much more deep and much more intentional, but I do think I’ve learned how to redirect traditional prayers in a way that feels more personal to me, while also maintaining the traditional aspects that I love so much.

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Traditional “Our Father”:

Our Father, which art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy Name.
Thy Kingdom come.
Thy will be done in earth,
As it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive them that trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
The power, and the glory,
For ever and ever.
Amen.

The way I pray it:

“Mother-Father God in heaven, you are holy. Help me to practice your kingdom and your will here on earth, as it is in heaven. Give us what we need, our daily bread. Forgive us, as we forgive. Help us not to be tempted, but keep us from evil. Yours is the kingdom. Yours is the power. Your is the glory. Forever and ever, even unto the ages of ages. Amen and amen.”

There isn’t a huge shift in the language, but addressing my petition to a God that is called both Mother and Father was a huge leap in my faith and a difficult step when I first made it. The more I pray, and the more direct and intentional my inner spiritual life becomes, the more I feel secure in my choice and practice of viewing God as both feminine and masculine, both or neither.

If I am honest, I believe God exists outside of gender. Generally, I refer to God as [They] or [Them] in order to honor the three persons without prescribing a gender on an entity that exists outside of our finite understandings.