Friday, March 20, 2015
Be still…and know that I am God.
“Sit still!” I can still hear my mother’s voice from when I was
a little boy. My grandmother’s expression was “you have ants
in your pants.” And she was right: I couldn’t sit in one place for
long; it’s still a challenge for this type-A personality. I resonate
to a book title I heard of a number of years ago, When I Sit I Feel
Guilty. I didn’t sit long enough to read it. I don’t think, however,
this passage’s intent is to make children or adults feel guilty as
they actively live out their faith. Rather it is a strong reminder
that from time to time and on a regular basis we need to quiet
all the voices clamoring for our attention, empty ourselves,
and listen for God’s voice. Psalm 46 speaks of the many ways
God is present: God is a “very present help in trouble” who
even “makes wars to cease.” But if we are too busy and not
paying attention we don’t realize that “The Lord of hosts is
with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge.” God wants all children
to know he is with us to help us, to be our refuge and
strength….and God’s voice sounds remarkably like my mom’s.
Thanks be to God!
~Biblical Wisdom for a Digital Age (available on Amazon)
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Saturday, August 25, 2012
As you recall from the blog http://paddlepilgrim.blogspot.com one of my "headings" which addressed my reasons for paddling the Mississippi River was entitled WHY? I am glad that I did this "pre-flection" before I embarked because it gave me a "frame" through which to view and ultimately organize my experience. I guess that's the professor in me trying to rationalize and make sense of what I would be doing. My answer to WHY was threefold: Adventure, Learning, and Pilgrimage. I suspect I may organize the "book" around these headings.
As a boy growing up near the Mississippi River I was fascinated by this little stream that I could walk across at its headwaters but I could barely see across at its widest expanse. My turtle friend, Minn, (Minn of the Mississippi by H.C. Holling) was my guide down the river introducing me to the sounds, sights, smells, and feel of this watery world. The "Huck Finn" in me delighted in the variety of "characters" I met along the banks of the Mighty Mississippi. They became "river angels" who provided food, housing, transportation, encouragement, and a multitude of stories. Big cities (Minneapolis, St. Louis, Memphis) and small towns (Osceola, St. Francisville, New Madrid) came to life and became neighborhoods populated by family and friends.
As a "professor" on sabbatical, my river journey focused on "Creation Care: Environmental Ethics". Studying history I learned that the Anishinabe people (Ojibwe Indian) called the river "Mee-zee-see-bee" which means "Big River" or "Father of Waters". The wisdom of their name became apparent as I encountered the birds (326 species) and fish (241 species) who now uneasily share their polluted home with thousands of boats, barges and ships which ply the waters transporting grain, coal, and hazardous cargo (oil, benzine). Keeping the water "clean" for fish and fowl and "clear" for barges and business requires a delicate balance much like a kayaker carefully navigating the human "debris" flowing inexorably to the sea.
As a "pilgrim" my journey was in search of the One who created this garden planet and whose "heavens declare the glory of God" (Psalm 19:1) With few distractions and lots of time to "listen" and "pay attention", God used the river to teach me both how powerful and regenerative the natural environment is and also how fragile and in need of wise care and stewardship. My kinship with all creation now resonates more deeply with St. Francis' "brother Sun and sister Moon". Each morning just before dawn a symphony of birds began their musical wake-up call and invited me to launch my boat in the dark and paddle toward the light. They called me to a new day, to a new beginning, a new life and to pray. Thanks be to the God revealed by Mother Earth and the Father of Waters!
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Monday, July 30, 2012
Recently on my Mississippi River paddle I had lots of time on my hands. I found myself talking regularly with my dad. But it didn't stop there. Passing under magnificent cloud formations I thought of the bible passage in the letter to the Hebrews which uses the image of being surrounded by a "cloud of witnesses" to describe those people who, though dead, are present with us. Being an athlete I imagined this cloud as bleachers filled with supporters cheering me on in my life-journey. As I endured bone-numbing, wind-driven rain or withering 100 degree heat and humidity, I was encouraged to know that I wasn't alone....my dad and others were cheering me on. But one day I began to see other faces in the clouds of witnesses. There were family members, former teachers and mentors, even historical figures. This was really getting interesting.
Then I remembered the phrase in the Apostle's Creed, the basic summary of what Christians believe.
"I believe in the communion of saints..." Might that "communion of saints" be the "cloud of witnesses" cheering me from the packed bleachers? As I came to this conclusion I wondered why I had never heard this described or discussed in church. We do talk about "saints" at least once a year on All Saints Day. Maybe speaking with or praying to the saints is too "catholic" for Lutherans.
Classmate, friend, and colleague, Dr. Timothy Lull, was a world-renowned Luther scholar. Tim once told me that he was so immersed in the life of Martin Luther that he often felt Luther's presence in his study as he prepared to teach his classes. Ultimately this led Dr. Lull to write a delightful little book called My Conversations with Martin Luther. If such a highly respected professor at Timothy Lull spoke regularly with Martin Luther, maybe I wasn't crazy after all.
Back to the river...as I thought more and more about those witnesses who had shaped my life and faith the list grew...the bleachers became a cheering stadium. As I paddled under the river clouds I set aside time to imagine the "cloud of witnesses". Some times I spoke with an individual and engaged him or her in lively conversation. Often I offered a prayer of thanks for helping me on my journey. Regularly I panned the entire cloud-crowd and visualized them bathed in light.
Are you still with me? What do you think? Am I crazy? Or have we lost sight of a wonderful resource for our lives in the "cloud of witnesses" and "communion of saints"?
A favorite movie of mine is the Dead Poet's Society. In it, Mr Keating, an English teacher, played by Robin Williams, encouraged his students to live boldly. One day he took his class to look at the school trophy case to see the pictures of the school's past heroes. "Lean in and listen to what they are saying......" he tells them.....as he whispers loudly "Carpe Diem" "Carpe Diem" "Carpe Diem" which means "seize the day". A small group of students took his advice and revived the Dead Poet's Society which met regularly in a cave to read poetry aloud and listen to wisdom of "dead poets".
As followers of Jesus we have our own "dead poet's society" populated by generations of "heroes of the faith".These saints played an important role in helping me paddle 2350 miles down the Mississippi River. Who are those heroes and saints in your life? Take some time by yourself. Be quiet and listen carefully. What are they saying? I suspect that they are cheering you on!
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Reached NOLA yesterday afternoon...landed by mistake on Army Corps of Engineers property (military installation). After "negotiations" the kayak and I were permitted to exit......
Great to be here and help with Lutheran Youth Gathering (35,000) this coming week. Keep checking blog for future "reflections". One is titled "The Dead Poet's Society and the Communion of Saints".
Thanks for your prayers. The journey continues!
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Act 1 "Discipleship: Learning from the Master" For several weeks I paddled with writer/adventurer, Jim Lewis. He taught me what I need to know about the river, camping, kayaks, and life to move on to the next "act".
Act 2 "Community: Surrounded by a Cloud of Witnesses/River Angels" Again for several weeks as I began my solo journey, God provided the right people at the right place and time to give me love, support, supplies, and encouragement.
So what is Act 3? When I left St. Louis and began to approach the "Lower Mississippi" I was told "there's not much down there".
As I have paddled two images have persisted.
Act 3. The Solitude: Embracing the Wilderness. While I still encounter people (occasionally) I am alone. But am I? I am by myself, but I am not alone. I am surrounded by "clouds of witnesses". Each of you is with me is the most powerful and visceral way. Each morning I spend a good bit of time praying. Usually it is "out loud". I talk to God. I sing. I laugh. I weep. You are with me in the very deepest of senses.
Maybe the strangest and most wonderful part of my praying is conversations with "dead people". I began talking to my dad who died several years ago. Then I thought of all the special people in my life who have "passed", gone over, entered "glory". There wasn't room in my kayak for them all, but they don't weigh anything or take up any space, so..... One of my seminary professors/mentors was Henri Nouwen. He coined a phrase in one his books which captures the spirit of this third act of this pilgrimage drama. I have moved from "loneliness to solitude".
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Friday, July 13, 2012
Saw church steeple over levee and next door was a this wonderful restaurant run by jazz legend, Eddie. "Duke" Edwards, and his actress/singer daughter, Desiree Edwards. Eddie heads the Louis Armstrong Foundation and plays percussion in the Foundation band,