Neighbor

One morning, a man, his wife, and their granddaughter went to a popular vacation theme park for a fun day trip.  They rode all their favorite rides, watched a parade, bought souvenirs and trinkets, enjoyed a show, and marveled at all the people who decided to come to the park, too.  It was a very hot and humid day – more like late summer than late spring.

By early in the afternoon, the crowds of people were showing signs of the heat – babies were cranky and crying and so were some of the dads.  The grandparents decided it was a good time to go home even though everyone else was staying.

They walked out to the hot parking lot, trying to remember exactly where their truck was parked.  They were startled to see a woman lying on the ground between two cars.

The man said, “Are you okay? Do you need some help?”  The woman nodded yes.  She was a paraplegic and she had fallen out of the rented electric mobility scooter as she was getting into her car.  She had been lying on the hot pavement for 30 to 45 minutes and had become too weak from the heat to call out for help.

The man knelt down and propped her up to get her out of the direct sun. The man and his wife tried to move her, but she wasn’t able to help them and they were unable to move her to the chair or to the car.  The grandmother said, “I’ll go get help.”  The young girl positioned herself beside the woman, blocking the sun and speaking to her in a calm voice.

The grandmother ran back to the park and found two security guards.  She was out of breath, but she told them that she and her husband had come across a woman who had fallen in the parking lot.  One security guard was annoyed and wanted to know what she wanted him to do about it.  She said that if he was refusing to help, she would call 911 and get help.  The second security guard told her that he would call for help and offered to go back to the parking lot with her.

On the way back, the security guard asked if the woman was conscious.  He was beginning to realize the severity of the situation.

When they reached the woman on the ground, the man and the security guard tried to lift the woman, but the security guard wasn’t strong enough.   Finally, a younger, stronger security guard rode up on his bicycle approaching from the front of the vehicle.  As he took in the scene of the woman on the ground and the electric scooter, he rode his bicycle around the row to the rear of the vehicle.  He obviously had developed an opinion of people who ride the park’s electric scooters, and it was not very positive.  “Malingerers” was written all over his face.  He was asked to assist with lifting the woman to the chair, but he acted reluctant to touch her.  The grandfather gave the woman a bear hug from behind. With the smaller security guard assisting, he was able to get the woman into the chair.

The grandfather said, “She needs to go to the Aide Station to cool down and be rehydrated.”

The bicycling security guard said, “She’s refusing evaluation.  We can’t make her.”

The grandfather said, “I am saying that she has to go to the Aide Station to cool down and be rehydrated. She’s agreeing to that.”

The little girl reached into the car for the woman’s cell phone and handed it to her.  The grandmother rolled up the car windows and locked the car and gave the woman her keys.

The smaller security guard told the woman, “I’ll go with you.”  As the woman maneuvered her electric mobile scooter towards the park with tears streaming down her face, she said “Thank you” to the man, his wife, and the little girl.  And the grandmother told her, “I will pray for you.”

Who were the woman’s neighbors?  Does this sound familiar?  In the days of Jesus, Samaritans were regarded with disdain by the “real” religious Jewish leaders. Unless I’m missing something, Samaritan isn’t looking all that bad from my viewpoint.

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Ceci, Church Mouse

Published in: on May 26, 2012 at 10:01 PM  Leave a Comment  
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Under Attack

Sometimes I find myself in the process of doing something that might be considered fairly routine.  It isn’t all that grandiose or spectacular, or so it seems. I’m just going along, doing a few things when I hit a brick wall.  I run into one roadblock after another and they don’t even seem to be related except for the obvious intent of discouraging me.   And sometime they work and I am discouraged for a while.

For example, if I want to tell you about a time that I got really discouraged with one thing after another thrown at me, I can’t really think of one.  I know there have been lots of times, but I can’t seem to remember one in particular to tell you about.  Writer’s block?  Maybe.  It’s pretty frustrating because there have been lots of times that are great stories and you would be really interested in hearing about them.

I do know that when I get blocked, repeatedly, that something great is in the works because Satan is putting in extra effort to discourage me.  And if the block doesn’t work, then a distraction appears.  And if a distraction doesn’t work, then procrastination sets in.  And if procrastination doesn’t work, then doubt sets in.  If doubt doesn’t work, then total negativity attacks. If negativity doesn’t work, then worry is always an alternative. Worry hangs around for a while. Eventually I realize I’m under attack.

I know of two sure-fire ways to discourage Satan’s attacks.  One is prayer for help – Need a little help here; the second, God’s gift of laughter.  If I can laugh at my frustration, distraction, procrastination, doubt, and negativity, then I’m using God’s fruit of the Spirit – Joy!  It’s hard to even say the word Joy without smiling.

I was in charge of a special event.  I am very good at planning and scheduling special events of all kinds.  I am excellent at making lists.  And being in charge.  However, the event was not going at all the way I had planned.  Helpers were quitting and others were not interested.  It was discouraging.  I prayed for the helpers. I was supposed to go help the team, but my transportation fizzled.  I was trying to share my lists with helpers who were supposed to be helping, but they were too busy to talk to me. Me!  I was definitely in the negativity zone.  Maybe even the pout zone.

I had wonderful ideas, but they were fizzling as fast as my transportation fizzled, which was at the worst possible time.  It felt like everything was falling apart around my ears.  I could hear all my plans crashing.  BOOM!  My poor plans. I was no longer discouraged.  I was in despair. And my plans were shattered. CRASH!

Then I heard a voice, Let go and let God. Sometimes I have to be spoken to very clearly and in short sentences using one syllable words for me to understand.

For some reason, I started laughing.  At first I was laughing at myself for taking everything so seriously.  Nobody would believe all the things that had gone wrong and all the stumbling blocks that were thrown into the mix.  How could they?  It was just too silly for words.  It was hard to think about all the things that had happened without laughing.  I handed everything over to God.  “Here, you take it.  It’s not working for me.” It was such a relief!  I was filled with joy!

And of course, it all worked out, according to God’s plan, not mine.  The event was remarkably Spirit-filled and I told everyone who would listen that God had big plans for them, and the reason I knew that was because of all the stumbling blocks Satan threw in the way.

If you’re not sure about all this, read C. S. Lewis’s “Screwtape Letters.” Then we’ll talk.

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Ceci, Church Mouse

 

Published in: on May 22, 2012 at 8:10 PM  Leave a Comment  
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Favor for a Friend

A friend asked me to do a favor for him.  I’m sure normally I would have said “yes,” but this time my head was filled with reasons, excuses actually, that made saying “no” much more logical.

I didn’t feel like doing what my friend was asking – I was just too tired and burned out.  I had a lot of very big important things to do that might conflict.  The timing was really, really bad.  Another year or so would be much better.  There were things going on with the family, and I might be needed.  There was a possibility that someone else might ask me to do the same thing, and I needed to be available just in case. It would require traveling on Interstate 95 and I hate I-95.

Since I couldn’t tell my friend yes or no, I decided to list the pros and cons.  I had a full page of cons and no pros.

I felt like Jonah or Moses or even Abraham.  Jonah didn’t want to go to Ninevah.  It was a terrible place and I’ll bet he had to travel I-95 to get there.  And Moses didn’t want to speak to the people because he was shy and tongue-tied.  I can’t claim either of those excuses, but I bet Moses was burned out.  God told Abram, who later became known as Abraham, to pick up everything and go somewhere. Oh wait, that doesn’t work.  Abram went even though he didn’t know what the destination was. I’ll bet he would have felt differently if he had to travel by way of I-95.

I finally decided to pray about it. I didn’t want to say “yes,” and I couldn’t say “no.” I prayed for guidance. Nothing. I prayed for understanding. Nothing. I told Jesus all my really good reasons why I shouldn’t say yes. Nothing. I asked for one really good reason not to say no. Nothing.

I was stuck. I still didn’t want to say yes and I couldn’t say no. Then I heard, “Friend.” I remembered it was my friend just asking for a favor.  And then I had a thought.

Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends. John 15:13

My friend was only asking a favor. It was a big deal for him and a tiny deal for me. He was asking me to do something that was really easy for me.  In fact, it was something I enjoyed doing. He wasn’t asking me to do anything hard like lay down my life for him.  He was my friend, he was in a bind, and he was asking me to do something that I loved.  As my dear ones say, <head smack>.  So I said “yes.” But I still don’t like I-95.

 

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Published in: on May 1, 2012 at 8:20 PM  Comments (2)  
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Eyes of God

It was Soup Kitchen Day. A young boy about 8 years old dropped his fork on the floor while waiting in the serving line, and he quickly picked it up. I scurried over and offered him a fresh fork and told him I would take care of the fork that fell.  We exchanged forks.  As I walked away, an old, scruffy, wild-haired obviously homeless man stepped in my path.  He looked into my eyes and said, “Thank you for doing that.”  I was a little flustered but I replied, “It was important.  He’s a child.” The man said, “That’s exactly right. It was important. Thank you.”

I was standing behind a booth where a man and his two small boys had just sat down with their trays. The three of them bowed their heads and the man began praying. I couldn’t exactly make out his words, but I bowed my head too, and whispered, “Thank you, Jesus.” And I said “Amen” quietly with them. As I looked up, my eyes met the eyes of a young man who was sitting across the room from the family, and he smiled and mouthed, “Thank you.” I blushed and turned away.

Later I realized that I had seen the love of Jesus shine through the eyes of those men. Jesus was there in the Soup Kitchen, watching over and loving his people. And my eyes overflowed as they always do when I feel the Presence of God.

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Published in: on March 31, 2012 at 9:03 PM  Comments (2)  
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Poodle Skirt

When people ask me what I like best about Faith Alive, it’s really hard not to say “everything!” I love the Friday and Saturday night programs, the prayers, and the singing, and I always enjoy the Saturday lunch programs; but most of all I love the Saturday morning neighborhood get togethers in parishioners homes.  I am always impressed by people who have a gift for hospitality and open their homes to friends, fellow parishioners that they don’t really know, and the visiting team from out of town.   It’s a wonderful time for people to get to know people that live close to them who go to “their” church but may go to a different service.

At one neighborhood group a mother shared the story of her daughter.  When her daughter was about 6 years old, there was a school event requiring a costume, and the young girl decided she wanted to wear a poodle skirt.  For those who don’t know or have forgotten, a poodle skirt was a flared skirt with an appliquéd French poodle on the skirt.  They were very popular in the 1950’s.  The mother told her daughter that they didn’t have the money for a poodle skirt, stores didn’t sell them anymore anyway, and she didn’t have time to make one.   After insisting and insisting, the girl finally said, “Well I’m going to pray to Jesus for a poodle skirt.”  And she went into her bedroom and closed the door.  The mother didn’t know whether to leave her alone or go explain to her that Jesus is very busy and has a lot of very important things to take care of in the world…

While the mother was standing there, contemplating what she was going to do, there was a knock at her door and it was her sister.  Her sister said, “I’ve had this for ages and thought you might have a use for it.” And on a hanger she had a child’s poodle skirt.

The daughter ran out of her room, saw the poodle skirt and said, “Thank you, Jesus!”  The mother said even though Daughter is now in her 30’s, she will tell you that she is a special child of God because Jesus gave her a poodle skirt.

The group started talking about their own “poodle skirts” – what God had done in their lives to let them know they are special children of God.    It’s not a requirement of course for everyone to talk, but that day everyone did.  Everyone had a “poodle skirt!”

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Ceci, Church Mouse

Published in: on March 17, 2012 at 12:09 PM  Leave a Comment  
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Different

When I want to go from one place to another, I carefully plan my steps. I look for puddles, high fences, busy streets, interesting sights along the way, and plan out my route including alternate routes.  I might consider a straight line, but I don’t necessarily follow it.

When a crow wants to go from one place to another, it flaps its wings and flies there.  No preparation. “As the crow flies” – another way to define a straight line. Detailed plans are not in the crow’s toolbox. I have the gift of planning; the crow has a gift for flying.

It doesn’t occur to me to follow a straight line and fly to my destination, and it doesn’t occur to the crow to pay attention to puddles or to do anything other than go as the crow flies.

When I want to cross a river, I read a map, follow the road, and use a bridge to cross the river.  When a fish wants to cross a river, it swims across at any point.  The fish doesn’t look for a bridge, and I wouldn’t think of stepping into the cold murky river water to cross. I have the gift of map reading; the fish has the gift of swimming.

If were ever on a team with a fish and our task was to get to the other side of the river, I would be off trying to find a map while the fish is sitting impatiently at the side of the riverbank.

I sometimes wonder why the crow won’t plan or the fish won’t read a map. It’s so easy to do and saves so much time later. Then I realize I want the crow or the fish to be like me.

Evidently, that isn’t a new thought.  Even St. Paul thought everybody should be like him.

I wish that all men were as I am. But each man has his own gift from God; one has this gift, another has that. 1 Corinthians  7:7

It’s seems so clear that I need to let go of the idea that the crow or the fish should be like me, but that is easier to say than do sometimes. The way they do things is totally alien to me. Even trying to put myself in the shoes of the fish doesn’t make sense. If I talked to a fish about its shoes, the idea would be totally alien to the fish. Our gifts are from God and are different.

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28

My purpose is a little different than a crow’s. When I say it that way, it makes sense to me.  Not better, not worse, different.

Maybe when I’m tempted to be frustrated by the crow or the fish, I can remember that we are different.  We are using our own gifts and following our purpose as called by God, and the gifts and purposes are different.  I can focus on how we are the same – we love God and have been called to use our gifts for His purpose. And it’s all okay; even though I can’t count on the fish to help me with the map.

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Published in: on March 13, 2012 at 11:38 AM  Leave a Comment  
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Comfort Zone

But He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.  2 Corinthians 12:9

I like to operate in my Comfort Zone.  It’s so, you know, comfortable.  I’m comfortable with my family. I’m comfortable making lists and being organized. I’m comfortable praying out loud. I’m comfortable writing. I’m comfortable laughing. I’m comfortable talking about my Comfort Zone.

I’m not comfortable in crowds. I’m not comfortable being ‘social.’ I’m not comfortable in bad storms or hurricanes. I’m not comfortable on high bridges. I’m not comfortable when things are out of order. I’m not comfortable listing what I’m not comfortable with.

I’d much rather talk about something else.  Like how good I am at making lists and how complete my lists are.  My travel packing lists are amazing. I record the weather forecast for each day so I can know exactly what to pack. I take my packing list with me on the trip so that I know exactly what to wear on what day. I always list a contingency or two, just in case the weather changes. I can definitely boast about my lists.

Outside my Comfort Zone is letting people do things at their own pace. I want to step in and do it for them so it will be done. And done right – following the list!  It would sound strange if I boasted about how much it annoys me when someone isn’t taking the obvious actions that are so easy (for me) to do! I could boast about how annoyed I am while I ride across a high bridge boasting about how nervous it makes me and how I’m holding my breath and keeping my eyes closed until I get off the bridge. That sounds silly.  Foolishness.

But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. 1 Corinthians 1:27

Those people in Corinth that Paul was writing to must have been just like me – very comfortable and even smug in their Comfort Zone.  No city in Greece was more favorably situated for land and sea trade than Corinth. Its people were interested in Greek philosophy and placed a high premium on wisdom.  Easy to boast about that Comfort Zone.

If I let God help me step outside of my Comfort Zone into the God Zone, I can only imagine what is there waiting for me. It’s probably not a list.  Might just be more than I can imagine…

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Published in: on February 18, 2012 at 5:01 PM  Leave a Comment  
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Lost Lamb

A couple went to Wal-Mart to look for a specialized electronics connection. Most people might go to an electronics shop, a TV/electronics store, or even search online.  But they decided to go to Wal-Mart.  It was going to be a very busy day.

They were hoping they could save some time by going to Wal-Mart first because the electronic connection was critical to one of their most important tasks on the To Do List, and it just might be there. They searched through all the electronics, TV, and computer aisles looking for the specialized connection with no luck.  They were standing in the TV aisle, almost waiting for something, when a young child dashed past them to the big screen TVs that were on the back wall.

Still, they stood in the aisle, discussing their options and where they might go next when the woman was bumped from behind by the little TV fan. The tiny tot asked for something different on the TV.  It was a valid request – a sports channel was playing on all the TVs… not one kid’s program.  After the woman introduced herself as “Nana” and the man as “Papa,” the little girl told them her name and took their hands with a big grin.

Nana, Papa, and the little girl went to the nearest store employee and told them they didn’t know where the little girl’s mommy, named “Grandma” was.  The little girl was having a great time showing everybody how well she could jump holding Nana and Papa’s hands.  Eventually, Grandma came running up, out of breath, and gathered the little girl into her arms.  The lost child was claimed, and the search for the specialized connection resumed at other stores.

I saw that To Do List. I didn’t see anything that said “Spend 45 minutes with Lost Child.”  But there they were, in the right place and at the right time, to provide that lost child refuge and safety until she could be found. One little lost lamb, frisky and joyful, knew she needed someone to help her and was smart enough to get their attention. And there they stayed, caring for the lost lamb.

Again Jesus said, “Simon son of John, do you truly love me?” He answered, “Yes, Lord, you know that I love you.” Jesus said, “Take care of my sheep.” John 21:16

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Published in: on January 22, 2012 at 9:37 PM  Leave a Comment  
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Perfection

Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect. Matthew 5:48

Oh great. For all those who are perfectionists and who strive for perfection, here’s proof that perfectionism is not only okay, but desirable. Do you know a perfectionist that sometimes falls into the camp that if it isn’t perfect, then it is flawed.  Flawed, of course, being the worst possible fate.  Perfectionists aren’t high-achievers, they are over-achievers.  And proud of it.

A true perfectionist accepts only perfection, which is essentially unachievable.

I was going to tell you all about perfectionists. I think I had a pretty good start going there, don’t you?  Except it wasn’t, you know, perfect.  There was more but I deleted it.

Then I decided to tell you about how to prevent perfectionism, but. Again.  I deleted that part.

So the next thing was to tell you about “Good Enough” and how that is an admirable goal.  But then it wasn’t quite… good enough.

This is starting to become perfectly annoying.  If there is one ‘commandment’ that a perfectionist can meet, it would be the perfect thing, right?  Let’s make a perfect list. Perfect appearance, perfect health, perfect ideas, perfect home, perfect manners, perfect … starting to feel perfectly ridiculous.  I don’t have any of those perfect things. Do I have to cut up my Perfectionist card because I’m perfectly off the mark?  Is that an oxymoron?

I perfectly ignored the verses leading up to Matthew 5:48.  There really is more to the story, as Paul Harvey used to say.

43 “You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ 44 But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, 45 that you may be children of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous. 46 If you love those who love you, what reward will you get? Are not even the tax collectors doing that? 47 And if you greet only your own people, what are you doing more than others? Do not even pagans do that? 48 Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect.  Matthew 5:43-48

There. Be perfect in loving your neighbor AND your enemies.  Praying for those who not only wish you harm, but do you harm. That defines being perfect.

Perfectionism, human version, pales.

 

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Published in: on January 4, 2012 at 11:46 PM  Leave a Comment  
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Change

We all react differently to change.  Some of us are energized by change and others of us like things the way they are.  Some of us look at change as disrupting our busy, orderly lives and others of us look at change as an opportunity for new, exciting experiences.  We feel sad, angry, or happy.

For example, when we decide something is old and worn out, like a car, we are excited to get a new car. When our favorite shirt that we’ve loved for years becomes so threadbare that we can’t wear it even to work in the yard, we’re very sad. We don’t want to give up our old favorite comfortable shirt, and we definitely don’t want to replace it with some new shirt that probably won’t be as comfortable and doesn’t have “shirt history” with us.

Some of us love our smelly old comfortable shoes. Others of us are thrilled by each new pair of shoes. Some of us look forward to change and are disappointed when change doesn’t happen; others, not so much.

“I put a dollar in one of those change machines. Nothing changed.” George Carlin

Some of us like to go to the same place for vacation every year. We like the relaxation of the familiar surroundings. Others of us love traveling and seeing new places. We enjoy the thrill of every new, different vacation.

Some of us love our family routines and traditions. We are comforted knowing where we will be eating Christmas dinner and what will be served at the meal year after year. Others of us are bored by tradition and would rather do something different for a change. Just look at the reactions to Green Bean Casserole, Deviled Eggs, or other traditional holiday food: “My favorite part of the dinner!” or “Not again!”  What do you really like about Christmas?  How would you feel if it was changed?

“If you want to make enemies, try to change something.” Woodrow Wilson

Sometimes change is good. Change that is under our personal control is more palatable than change that wasn’t our idea.  We’re happy to change in hopes of getting different results.

“I never blame myself when I’m not hitting. I just blame the bat. And if it keeps up, I change bats.” Yogi Berra

Sometimes change causes us to shift our thinking.  The old ways aren’t working any more, and we change to adjust. None of us is always in one of the two change categories:  “No Change Allowed” or “Change? Bring It On!”  Depending on the circumstances, we might be in either category at any one time.

“There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse; as I have found in traveling in a stagecoach, that it often a comfort to shift one’s position and be bruised in a new place.” Washington Irving (Tales of a Traveler – 1824)

Whether we are excited about or dreading change, we put plans in place to manage the change.  Of course, after we carefully plan how we’re going to deal with the change, we sometimes discover that our plans are turned upside down – another change!  We eventually realize that God has another direction for us to go and all the change is nudging us there.

“In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord directs his steps.” Proverbs 16:9

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Ceci, Church Mouse

Published in: on December 23, 2011 at 2:26 PM  Leave a Comment  
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