Showing posts with label acceptance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label acceptance. Show all posts

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Boundless Love


Well, my heart just about burst today. The pressure had been building over several days and today it reached a whole new level. I had to take a time out to gather my thoughts and to spend time with God in reflection. I knew I was experiencing something extraordinary and wanted to embrace it and accept it fully.

It all began with a special birthday.

I know I’ve had special birthdays in the past…the time my parents threw me a party at the old amusement park in Little Rock including a ride around its ancient merry-go-round and the time I got to host a dance, albeit in a tiny little rented out room at a local tennis club but a dance none-the-less for my thirteenth birthday. The eve of my twenty-seventh birthday upon which Andrew proposed to me is among the best, but this year’s was especially unique. It wasn’t just one moment that was special. It was hours and hours and hours of love being poured out from every connection I could imagine. I was overwhelmed with the outpouring of love and care shared with me on this anniversary of my birth.

After an exhausting yet rewarding day at work, the celebration began with a simple surprise dinner planned by my children and husband that included flowers picked out especially by son and daughter, a decorated TV tray with pasta and a ukulele serenade. The joy continued with cupcakes, hugs, cards and an abundance of calls, texts and messages via facebook. There was nothing grand about this birthday, it just happened to remind me second after second of how loved I am. My heart and mind were open to the acceptance of that love giving me access to that thin space that lies between us and God. It was a pure taste of heaven.

The joy continued throughout the weekend, and this morning, I came to the mountaintop as I reflected on the words presented by The Rev. Dr. Dan Matthews, who was visiting my church, Calvary Episcopal Church, as a guest preacher and speaker. As Dr. Matthew’s reflected on John’s gospel reading of the woman at the well (John 4:5-42), he said, “It always changes your life when you find acceptance.”

I had yet been able to express how I felt about this birthday. That simple statement of Dr. Matthews’ summed it up for me. Regardless of past or recent mistakes or self-professed failings, over the past 48 hours more than a hundred people had reached out to wish me well and to celebrate me. Not only did this morning’s reflection enable me to recognize God’s boundless love reaching out to me through each loving and kind word shared with me, it also gave me a moment to realize that perhaps what had made this birthday so special was also my own acceptance of myself.

This message to us during the service began to help shed light on my birthday reflections, but it was his following presentation on incarnational theology that brought it into powerful perspective. As I listened to him describe his own faith experience and vocation through the Episcopal Church, I found myself beaming with agreement and felt tears welling up in my eyes. He gave example after example of the Episcopal Church choosing to act in love and recognizing ours and others humanness. I won’t try to fully explain his views on incarnational theology here but promise to post his class as soon as it is available online. In simple terms, it’s about approaching each person who crosses your path with boundless love. That’s how I’ve tried to live my live, and I am grateful to all those who have shared God’s love with me.

Dr. Matthews’ words connected deeply with my soul. The love he was describing, I had recently experienced in all its glory. As the class ended, I stood and tried to walk out of the class space as discreetly and as quickly as possible. I knew I was experiencing a holy moment (and I was about to lose it…I mean fall apart from it’s intensity).

I walked into the empty church and fell into the second pew. Sunlight beamed down upon me as tears streamed down my face. I wept…not in sadness but from great happiness and in sincere gratitude. They were tears of immense joy brought upon by my ability in that moment to acknowledge and embrace the full grace of God.

I took healing and strengthening breaths. I imaged with each breath the Holy Spirit filling my lungs with strength for the journey I would face again when I walked down off of this mountain and back out that door. I stared into the beautiful stained glass window before me. The longer I sat there the brighter the colors became and the clearer the image in front of me. I realized it was the baptismal font, the image reminding me of the promises I have made:

Will you proclaim by word and example the Good
News of God in Christ?
I will, with God’s help.
Will you seek and serve Christ in all persons, loving
your neighbor as yourself?
I will, with God’s help.
Will you strive for justice and peace among all people, and respect the dignity of every human being?
I will, with God’s help.

I smiled. I took deeper breaths. I gave myself some time. I reckoned that it took Moses 40 days to come off of the mountaintop. I smiled again. I took another deep breath.

After promising to continue striving to live into my baptismal promises as best I could, my eyes raised further. There in the upmost point of the window, at it’s brightest, was the dove, the Holy Spirit Itself. I stared at the image, the light powerful and yet comfortingly not forcing my eyes to close. They stayed fixed upon the light until the brightness of the dove was emblazoned upon my sight and led me forward, the center of my vision.

Boundless love for my birthday. Thanks to God and to all of you for sharing this most amazing birthday gift. God give me the strength to share the same with others.

With love and light,
LT

Friday, December 20, 2013

Two Rings: A Short Story


The rings clanged against the silver plate as the ushers walked forward for the offering. The simple sound of change was more than change; it was change.

She bravely unclasped her grip and placed the two circles in the offering plate that day. She let go of what had been and gave in to what God might bring. She gave thanks.

She felt a sense of relief after the usher smiled and thanked her as he walked away, little knowing the burden he was lifting. Her breathing, which had grown rapid as the choristers sang their anthem of praise, began to slow. A calmness spread across her body. She was letting go. She was letting God.

The anthem ended. The organ swelled as the congregation rose in offering. The energy pulled her forward. She struggled to stand, but her muscles urged her upward. Suddenly, a child popped up from the pew in front of her and grinned. She grinned back.

Words of thanksgiving washed over her. Her eyes focused on the windows in front of her. Light beamed all around her…blues, reds, golds, greens, every color imaginable with a brightness that seemed to go through her. Words of invitation and welcome echoed in her ears.

It was her turn. She considered sitting down, but no, she followed the person in front of her and walked forward. She went through the motions. She stared at her feet and the worn carpet as she waited to kneel.

She made it. Her knees hit the needlepoint. She prayed and knew that the door had been opened. The window cracked for escape. She no longer had to bear the pain. She had the opportunity to fully embrace love as she had never understood it. She received forgiveness. She forgave herself. She knew that there was more and that she was intended to live it. She took in the bread. She took in the wine. She was whole.

It was difficult to leave that moment, to stand again, but she did. And when she turned, she looked. She saw that God was just as bright at this angle. She was surrounded by the many faces of God presented before her…there to love her, there to support her, there to be her community when she thought she had none.

She walked back to her seat allowing herself to feel the full embrace of God’s love. It would carry her.

Author’s Note: This story was inspired by the memory of finding two rings placed in the offering plate after services one Sunday. I hope that whoever placed the rings in the plate that morning experienced something similar to what I described.

We all walk to the altar with our stories. I hope this story enables you to connect with what it is you need to put in the offering plate and what God wants you to walk away with. With love and light, LT