Category Archives: Stuff I Actually Think

everything broken. everything missing.

leaping from my head with wicked glee, while my limbs are stretched and shackled, i hear

everything you thought would be will not

cackling darkness darts spastically overhead

and the dreams spill out and run mingled with fear and defeat and belief,

emptying, emptied.

hope gone, no alternative route now

nothing remains but the beating heart of me, the physical.

is it enough?

into your hands I commit my spirit

1 Who believes what we’ve heard and seen? Who would have thought God’s saving power would look like this?

2-6The servant grew up before God—a scrawny seedling,

a scrubby plant in a parched field.

There was nothing attractive about him,

nothing to cause us to take a second look.

He was looked down on and passed over,

a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand.

One look at him and people turned away.

We looked down on him, thought he was scum.

But the fact is, it was our pains he carried—

our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us.

We thought he brought it on himself,

that God was punishing him for his own failures.

But it was our sins that did that to him,

that ripped and tore and crushed him—our sins!

He took the punishment, and that made us whole.

Through his bruises we get healed.

We’re all like sheep who’ve wandered off and gotten lost.

We’ve all done our own thing, gone our own way.

And God has piled all our sins, everything we’ve done wrong,

on him, on him.

7-9He was beaten, he was tortured,

but he didn’t say a word.

Like a lamb taken to be slaughtered

and like a sheep being sheared,

he took it all in silence.

Justice miscarried, and he was led off—

and did anyone really know what was happening?

He died without a thought for his own welfare,

beaten bloody for the sins of my people.

They buried him with the wicked,

threw him in a grave with a rich man,

Even though he’d never hurt a soul

or said one word that wasn’t true.

10Still, it’s what God had in mind all along,

to crush him with pain.

The plan was that he give himself as an offering for sin

so that he’d see life come from it—life, life, and more life.

And God’s plan will deeply prosper through him.

11-12Out of that terrible travail of soul,

he’ll see that it’s worth it and be glad he did it.

Through what he experienced, my righteous one, my servant,

will make many “righteous ones,”

as he himself carries the burden of their sins.

Therefore I’ll reward him extravagantly—

the best of everything, the highest honors—

Because he looked death in the face and didn’t flinch,

because he embraced the company of the lowest.

He took on his own shoulders the sin of the many,

he took up the cause of all the black sheep.

Isaiah 53 The Message

He was wounded for our trangressions (those we have committed and those committed against us) and bruised for our iniquities.  The chastisement of our peace was upon him and by his  stripes, we. are. healed.

One-hundred and sixty-two

If, say, I had the chance to feed 162 of my closest friends and family members…or if YOU wanted to…

You’ll need some big pots and a day to do it.  Quanitity cooking is a must.

There would be, for sure:

500 or so of my world-famous Swedish Meatballs in that to-die-for sauce with sweet oinions and peppers from the garden.  Plus, those delicate noodles on the side, which shall be served bathed in butter and garnished with garlic chives.  Within 20 minutes, at least 17 people would come to tell me, “They’re gone.  They are all gone.  No more meatballs.  Why didn’t you make more???”

50 pounds of juicy, succulent, melt-in-your-mouth, seasoned-just-so pulled pork (sort of swimming in its’ own juices, but definitely de-fatted!), with BBQ sauce on the side.  Sure, you may enjoy it on a roll, but you can also just eat it by itself.  Mmmm.

3.75 gallons of succulent, sweet, bacon-riddled, ham-hocked baked beans.

Omygosh – it was a dessert-lovers paradise.  Cara Jo made me bring the caramel fountain (the Cara-(Jo)-Mel Fountain.  And then everyone baked and sugared their heads off.

40 pounds of potatoes = potato salad, almost too heavy to lift once all the goodness is added.

A lovely macaroni salad, started with 4 pounds of uncooked rotini, gently boiled to al dente perfection, mixed with a delish dressing and peppers in every color of the rainbow, garden-fresh tomatoes, black olives, slow-smoked ham, aged cheddar and I don’t know what all, but it is beauteeeeeful!

I enjoy quantity cooking.  And my favorite friends do, too

Patrice and Lori-my-niece: YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU!!!

Thank-you for your QUANTITY cooking love and abilities, too!  YOU KEPT ME SANE!!!

Photos: At the Heaven Fest Leadership Wrap-Party on Saturday.

 

Trip-interrupted

I should have arrived in Cozumel this afternoon.  I should have re-started all my healthy eating and supplements (the ones that really were helping me before the final 6 six weeks of HF craziness).

Instead, I am home on a gloomy day eating comfort food (chili dogs by Dave).  The Sun Chips are all-natural, though.

Soon, Oh my Sweet Jesus – please let me get to the ocean soon.

Misunderstood

There is no pain like it.  Like being misunderstood.

Whether it is something you said or something you did, when you know that you know that you know you meant it one way, but it was received another – yikes.  And when you try to explain to bring understanding, try to make it right and are brushed off, a refusal to accept the peaceful-truth, but rather your contribution is thought to have been a purposeful, mean-spirited aggression – nothing is more baffling and disconcerting than that.

Your breath catches in your chest, your mind scrambles to find the words to right the situation, your brain madly searches for the fix-this-now button, you wish you could back up 10 seconds, 20 seconds, 3 months… oh no  – that is not what I meant…But being misunderstood is like a magnetic force pulling offense from you and barrelling through your heart like a locomotive.

If some one could track your brain wave when it happens, it would be calculating data at warp speed.

Part of the problem is that you might even find, as you assess the situation, that your delivery, or opinion or the words you chose or your actions were in fact, offensive or painful to some one, even if it was not actually what you meant to do or say or imply or communicate.  We have to be real with ourselves, too.  But even then, to be mis-read, to be mis-heard, mis-understood, it is baffling, slowly-mysteriously awful, a grieviously slow draining.

You cannot demand to be understood.

There are also the times it feels unbelieveably shocking – like the rug was just pulled out from under you.  There are times you know what you presented and what was taken are two totally different things, when you absolutely said, with complete harmlessness in your heart what you meant and it gets batted back with a ferocity that takes you by shocking surprise.  Sometimes you feel certain you really were not in the wrong and your explanations are rejected and you wish some one, just anyone, would see and hear and understand and relieve you of the inpenatrible fault that has been wrapped around you like a straight jacket reinforced with duct tape.

You wish you could get free, explain, make it right.  You wish you could somehow escape —- and then, yes, sometimes you just wish you could be vindicated.

Vindicate me, Lord…

The hope for us is God sees.  He sees and He hears.  He knows our hearts.  He searches us (be sure to invite this like David did in Psalms 139, verses 23-24):

Search me,   God, and know my heart;     test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way   in me,     and lead me  in the way everlasting.

 

Is there any offensive way in me, not some one else – in me?

But vindication from God doesn’t happen like a Lifetime movie scene.  An offended antagonist doesn’t  walk in to a a roomful of people and announce, “You know – I really took that wrong and super-imposed my own issues onto you and treated you badly.  I can totally see your viewpoint now.  You were absolutely rightIt just took a few minutes of prayer and Bible reading for me to realize how right you were.”  Music swells.  You give each other a knowing look.  Camera pans back and up to reveal green grass, blue skies and a sunny day. Peace.  **Deep happy sigh.

No  – vindication is slow in coming and it has to come from God or it won’t matter anyway.  Here is a little biblical activity to do while you wait from 1 Peter 5:6: “Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time.”

But what the heck is due time?  What if it isn’t until heaven???  Brace yourself, because there are no guarantees it will be before then.

There are things and times and places and realtionships that I have watched fall under the weight of mis-understanding (understanding could have been there, should have been there) and years later, the chasm remains.  The ill-thoughts, the super-imposed wrong lingers in the air causing spiritual asthma, draining life and joy and energy from lack of holy oxygen between brothers.  Holding on to the dogged end: I do know what you meant, despite any evidence to the contrary, misunderstanding is one the strongest, most deadly, most heart-wringing states of being.

Will you clear my name now, Lord?  Will You bring relief?  Will you prove I was right? Will you restore our relationship?  Is healing in the here and now even remotely possible?

Or will You let it stand, perhaps making me more conscientious about how I present in all things future?  Will You ask me to grow in my understanding with others and be a little less quick to assume their positions?  Do You want something deeper in me to be more like You?  Will You ask me to carry the cross of being misunderstood like Jesus did – He, misunderstood and contradicted (like the pain of a sword being thrust through):

In Jerusalem at the time, there was a man, Simeon by name, a good man, a man who lived in the prayerful expectancy of help for Israel. And the Holy Spirit was on him…Simeon took [Jesus] into his arms…

 

…Simeon went on to bless them (Mary and Joseph and Jesus], and said to Mary his mother,

 

This child marks both the failure and

the recovery of many in Israel,

A figure misunderstood and contradicted—

the pain of a sword-thrust through you—

But the rejection will force honesty,

as God reveals who they really are.

Luke 2.32-34 The Message

My plea:  Help me, God, to understand.  Please let my words and heart be understood and seen.  But in rejection, should it happen,  may I face the difficult-but-honest things exposed in me and find You, there searching me, revealing me, the one You created me to be.

8.19.12 I started writing this post a loooooooong time ago.  I updated it a lot last week.  I have experienced it from both sides.  I have caused misunderstanding or misunderstood as much as I have been misunderstood.  I questioned whether to share it.  For years I have determined that sharing your own crap shines a light, gets it out of the darkness for the sake of freedom and lets others know they are not alone, and I have been committed to that since 2006.  But it also makes you very vulnerable to judgemental  high and mighties who use their carnal senses to judge your spiritual condition.

co-nun-drum

Noun

  1. A confusing and difficult problem or question
  2. A question asked for amusement, typically one with a pun in its’ answer, a riddle.

Synonyms: riddle-puzzle-enigma-mystery

Jesus messes with us in His teachings.

In Matthew 18, just after Jesus had taught about how to handle a brother or sister who had sinned against you (which, by the way, is rarely ever ever ever done all the way to completion, tsk), Peter inquired, “Lord, how many times should I forgive a brother or sister who has sinned against me?  Up to seven times?”

“No, not seven times, you ignoramus [editor’s interpretation here], but seventy-seven times [or seventy-times seven, depending upon the translation you are reading].”

Jesus knows good and well that we’ll never ever even know when we hit that mark because He has also called us to a love so pure, so deep, that it keeps no record of wrong (see that stinking 1 Corinthians 13 chapter).

Even the Old Testament (which Jesus often quotes!) taught about selfless love:

Leviticus 19.18 NIV  “‘Do not seek revenge or bear a grudge against anyone among your people, but love your neighbor as yourself. I am the Lord.'”

 

Jesus took it further, though, on the topic of enemy-loving:

“You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be children of your Father in heaven.”  Matthew 5.43-45a NIV

Nothing about the age in which we live makes forgiveness an easy choice: ever.  We do everything bigger, faster, louder – including causing offense or being offended.  And these days you can’t even just walk away from offense.  Social media has broken barriers that make your life and misery public and ongoing.  How can we keep up with this forgiveness part when the offense is repeating at breakneck speed?

Then Jesus makes it worse.

He actually ties our forgiveness towards others with being forgiven by God for our own offenses.

“For if you forgive other people when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.” Matthew 6.14-16

So, let me get this straight…

When some one sins against me (against me), I have to go to them to try to make it right – several times, in case it isn’t working at first.  And that is just for the first offense.  Then, if they KEEP offending and sinning against me, I am suppose to forgive them, minimally, 70 times, but I can’t know when we hit the end or that would expose the fact that I have been keeping a list.  Dang.  He has got me coming and going.

I have no choice but to forgive, to choose forgiveness again and again and again.  Just like my Father has had to do with me, again and again, and again, and oh yes, -again.  And I have to let the list go, just like my Father has done for me – and if He hadn’t, I would seriously be doubled-over, unable to look Him in the eye, the weight of my sin so heavy.

Psalm 130.3,4  NIV

If you, Lord, kept a record of sins,

Lord, who could stand?

But with you there is forgiveness,

so that we can, with reverence, serve you.

Stormie Omartien (for whom my daughter, Stormie, is named) wrote this in a book I first read 30 years ago, I think.  And I have never forgotten this:

“Forgiveness doesn’t make the other person right, it just sets you free.”

 

I have experienced enough to know these things:

ONE:  Forgiveness cannot be demanded or expected.  When you get it, you had better be grateful because it is a gift.  Forgiveness is for giving.  Not taking.

TWO:  Give it.  Because it will set you free.  Don’t give it and you will be the one in chains.  Don’t ask me how I know..

TWO:  Too many times to count in life, you may not be forgiving a repentant person.  You may be giving the forgiveness just as a gift to yourself.   It is cutting the painful tie, cancelling the debt.  It is saying, “I don’t need you to fix this.  God is the strength of my heartI am cancelling your debt toward me.”    How much more like Jesus could we ever hope to possibly be???

You set them free, but you start to soar.  It would be cool if wrongful actions toward us brought repentance, but it just doesn’t always happen.  So look them in the eye and choose to forgive them the way God does when He sees your sin and says “What Jesus did has already paid your debt.”

THREE:  And hey, can I just tell you something I was never told, and in fact, was probably taught in great error in the church growing up?  You can forgive some one, bless them, treat them in a godly manner, and still not enter into the same relationship you once had with them.  Of course as Christians we want reconciliation, but it doesn’t have to happen the minute forgiveness happens.  You can take the bull by the horns and determine to forgive.  And you can wait as long as it takes for the Holy Spirit to direct a reconciliation.

I hate how I have been spiritually coerced into doing both simultaneously, told that I have’t truly forgiven if everything isn’t just peachy in 5 minutes, if life doesn’t pick right back up where it was 5 minutes later.  That is bull-crap.  If God does it instantaneously, shout some praises.  If He is teaching you (and probably the other person) some deep stuf and it takes awhile, so be it.  God is good and tenderhearted towards us and not nervous and not in a hurry.  You DO what the Holy Spirit tells you to do, but do NOT jump through quasi-spiritual hoops to make other people happy.

NOTE:  That whole thing I just told you: gold.  And I seriously have had ministry positions that to say that aloud would have been the end for me.

FOUR:  You won’t actually forget what happened.  Forgiveness is hard stuff.  It does not guarantee the “eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.”  Forgiving doesn’t mean forgetting it ever happened.  Don’t let the devil condemn you on that.  It is ok to still remember because then you get the chance to choose to for-give again and every single time YOU will win the prize of it!

FIVE:  Forgiveness is not minimizing the injury or pretending you were not really hurt.  Good grief, how can we learn if we are not exploring what happened?  It is absolutely ok to look at the size of the agony so you’ll understand the strength you need in for-giving.  We can forgive the debt when we know the cost.  It happened, it will take something of us to face it.    It is a-OK to say that out loud and not pretend everything is just fine.

“Betrayal is something others do to you, but bitterness is something you do to yourself.”

My plan is to finally, wholly get/understand forgiveness before I die, or Jesus returns, whichever.  Meantime, I am going to give it so many times I actually lose count and I hope I will get it whenever I need it [frequently] and so somehow, set myself and lots of others free.

Seems almost impossible, but…

Whew!

 

Return to Me

Frank or Dino?  Dino, of course.

Return to Me

The movie, “Return to Me,” an all-time favorite.  In a Chicago neighborhood (my sister lives in one) where colorful cultures collide, LOVE this movie.  Pretty people.  Sweet story, deep love (more than once), zoo animals, a garden in the city, lots of romance and comic relief via some classic actors.

I could live off quotes from this movie.  And the soundtrack is divine (because Dean Martin, people!).

And there is a pretty decent kiss at the end – in Italy!

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0122459/

One of the greatest movie lines ever: Grace has Bob’s dead wife’s heart!

You should rent or buy or Netflix, but watch it.  Watch it!

The 45:15 plan for work-at-home sorts

Heaven Fest.  I do that.

Our current office is not opened on Mondays, but I work on  Mondays…and Saturdays…and Sundays, too sometimes.

When I know I have to jump headlong into a long-list Monday working from home, I have a way of dealing with it that makes it a wonderful day.  Sometimes I don’t do this, and then I feel cheated and totally worn out and sort of like a prisoner in my own house.  But when I remember…

The secret?

45:15.  This is the formula.  I work like a maniac for 45 minutes.  Then I do something totally un-work-related for 15.  I actually set the timer for this.

At first, when the task list is long and time-pressure related things roll out endlessly causing my heart to palpitate and my breath to shorten, the timer going off feels like an interruption…like, what? wait…now?  I am just getting my groove.  So, it doesn’t always feel like a blessing.

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But, then, I find my pace and get my groove and the timer becomes a reward for me.  I plow with vigor into my 45 minutes of work and when the beep begins, I am set free like a kid on that last day of school and for 15 minutes I can do anything I want without one thought of the tasks at hand.  Sometimes that is cleaning the bathroom or doing a load of laundry.  Today it is weeding and pruning and writing this quick post.  I might even call my mom during one “break” today.

I suppose one could put her feet up, eat some bon-bons and watch a soap opera, but that isn’t my deal.  So even though I am still doing “stuff” it is stuff that makes me happy and makes me feel accomplished and gives my worm-out mind a rest.  It is good.

At the end of 10 hours today, I will have competed my work task list, have an amazing sense of accomplishment and I will have enjoyed a couple of hours of tidying and weeding and fresh air and music and working from home.  The productivity goes up and the breath normalizes.

NOTE:  I have never been able to actually “do” the Flylady thing, but I think I got this idea from an essay she wrote some years ago about how to handle it when what you have to do is a crazy-high mountain of tasks.  Steady as she goes…  :)