Wednesday, February 20, 2013


A Table for Four

Imagine having a meal with your favorite people in the world, a small group, where each of you treasure each other beyond words. As humans we eat a lot. Survival requires it. I know we in America many times eat too much. It is easy to do when food is readily available, and in so many tempting tastes. However, even when we control how much or how often we eat, it is still something we do every day, generally more than once a day.

Sit down with your friends. Have a simple meal; something common to eat, something common to drink. As you do this everyday activity, do it thoughtfully, aware of your need to eat and your longing to eat and enjoy. Do your best to make this meal a time and a place of serenity. The troubles of the world, of your world, will seek to disrupt. Pondering the others eating with you has the power to put these disruptions at bay. They are friends.

Some have suggested we should follow Jesus' model when he walked on the earth and spent a significant time with three others; Peter, James and John. Some call this a triad. But it was really a quad, three disciples plus one teacher. I want to suggest switching the numbers, three teachers and one disciple.

Sit yourself at a square table, one person on each side. Break the bread, or whatever common food you have, into four pieces. The size of each is not so significant, just let the breaks fall where they may. Have a drink available, something you enjoy and find quenching.

Eat the first piece to remind yourself that you are there. You want the real you to be present, not some partial representation or false self. This might seem like a simple thing, and in a way it is. Yet, we sometimes hide even from ourselves, those times when we get a glimpse of how unfriendly we can be. On the other hand, we realize we were made to be friends, friends with others and friends with these three friends.

Eat the second piece as you look across the table at your friend who has provided for the meal. He has had his eye on you for a long time, longing to see you be all you can be. He has sent out the invitation for this meal. Of those at the table, he alone has always remained in his spot. When you look for an anchor for your life, he is the one you turn to. Simply stated, he loves you.

Eat the third piece as you look to your right. You realize that this friendship has often gone unnoticed at worst, or quite mysterious at best. As you think about him, you find yourself wondering. You realize that his role in your life has sometimes only been noticed after the fact, after he has seemingly left the scene. Still you are so very grateful for all he has done, not only for you but for all the world. Without him life just wouldn't be.

Eat the fourth piece as you look to your left. In a genuine way you want to interrupt the eating, get up with him, and give him a hug. Of the other three at the table he is the one you can identify with the most. He looks like you. O, maybe he doesn't look like a relative in the normal sense of the word, but you know he has eaten before. You are not so sure about the other two. You look in amazement, and you want to be like him. Compassion and forgiveness flow from his face. This is the face of acceptance. This is the face of love.

The food is separated into parts. Not so with the drink. It flows all as one. The food is broken. The drink is emptied out. The vessel then has a hollow place, waiting to be refilled, refilled with new drink. Today, “Energy drinks” abound, because we don't want to just be, like a lump on a log or a sloth hanging in a tree. We desire to move, to act. For that we need power. There is a market for a fix to revive us and keep us going, or keep us sharp and alert. There is a also an offer of power to live abundantly. As you finish off your meal with your three friends remember that the vessel of life has been emptied, and refilled, by your friend on the left, was overseen and guided by your friend across from you, and explained by your friend on the right.

NOTE: THE SEATING ORDER CAN BE ALTERED AND THE SEQUENCE VARIED. JUST REMEMBER TO INVITE THE SAME THREE FRIENDS FOR A MEAL EVERY DAY.

Friday, February 15, 2013


Prisons, Power, and Freedom

This past Sunday at our worship service we heard a story of a great deliverance, by none other than Almighty God, the Creator of everything. We all listened with rapt attention as Steve shared a synopsis of his life story. If he would share the whole story, I would guess many of us would simply be amazed that he survived. His lostness was clearly evident: prisons, addictions, hurting others (especially his parents), and disdain for himself. The man was in great need of a savior.

For many, maybe most, of us sitting in the chairs listening, on the other hand, Steve was describing a world quite foreign. It is not hard for us to get caught up in the drama, to feel some sense of the despair changed to hope, and to rejoice that the God who called Steve is the true God, the one we worship and seek to serve. Yet don't we often wonder if we are any where near the end of our rope, where God is, like Steve was? Oh, we have felt like we were at times, but looking at our lives with a little more objectivity we easily feel we weren't quite as lost even though theologically we will readily agree that we were. The Bible does declare that we are all in the same boat spiritually.

Before coming to the worship service on Sunday morning I read Paul's letter to the believers at Ephesus. (I find it fruitful sometimes to read entire books of the Bible if I can, without stopping to meditate on a specific verse or a short passage.) One of the themes I noticed anew was Paul's emphatic description of my life in Christ as one marked by power: Christ's power, the power of the evil one, and the power of Christ in me. Paul doesn't just talk about regular power, but great power. This is the power Steve was talking about, the power displayed and easily seen from, as he described it “a front row seat” to the miracles. What about from where I sit, and from where you sit?

Are we sitting in the front row seats? Rest assured, God is not just working in prisons that hold human beings like trapped animals; bodies visible, but spirits entrapped even more. The thought crossed my mind as I sat listening on Sunday, “When he finishes, I should go take the mic and talk about the prisons we easily live in that are not brick and mortar and bars of iron.” Since time was a concern, I am writing instead. These prison walls are not as easily seen, or as easily described. Yet they do exist. Paul wrote that anyone who commits sin is a slave to sin, a prisoner. For a life to be a full Christian life it must be a resurrected life, a life based on the power of the Risen Christ Jesus living inside. What impact does a story like Steve's have on us? His story is dramatic, but we often see our lives as basically ordinary and unexciting, especially by comparison.

Thomas Merton wrote:
A Christian
bases his entire life
on these truths
(of the centrality of the resurrection and its role in our lives).
His entire life
is changed
by the presence
and the action
of the Risen Christ.
He knows
he has encountered
the Risen Christ,
as Paul encountered him
on the road to Damascus.
Such an encounter
does not have to be dramatic,
but it has to be
personal
and real.

Our prisons are real. And they are our prisons. God is not about saving me from Steve's prison. He is about saving me from mine, and you from yours. As we enter this season of lent, may we each embark on a path of discovery, and a path of acknowledging what the walls of our prisons are made of. Christ died to set us free. May we never ever settle for less than the powerful freedom he invites us to know.