Month: February 2024

Heading Home

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Photo: Heading home, Springfield Road, 5:00 p.m.

As I walked home, heading into the sunset at the end of a relatively warm February day, I was thinking about events of the past few months. I have seen so many false starts and travelled down so many fascinating, but distracting rabbit trails that these months have needed to be a time of prioritizing and realigning with what is truly important.

I love the razzle dazzle of experiences of signs and wonders beyond anything I thought I’d see in my lifetime, but signs point to something. What do they point to? This, for me, is a time of going back to the basics of the good news, and the nourishment of simple truth.

God said he has a plan and a purpose. What is it? Yesterday, a man from a place where it can be very costly to follow Christ, reminded me of a passage of scripture. It was written by John the Beloved, the man who rested his head on Christ himself at their last meal together before Jesus was crucified.

I remember how profound 1 John 5 was to me as a teenager when I first read it in a paraphrase by J.B Phillips. As one who felt like I never fit in, this gave me assurance that I belonged.

“Everyone who really believes that Jesus is the Christ proves himself one of God’s family. The man who loves the Father cannot help loving the Father’s own Son.

The test of the genuineness of our love for God’s family lies in this question—do we love God himself and do we obey his commands? For loving God means obeying his commands, and these commands of his are not burdensome, for God’s “heredity” within us will always conquer the world outside us. In fact, this faith of ours is the only way in which the world has been conquered. For who could ever be said to conquer the world, in the true sense, except the man who really believes that Jesus is God’s Son?

Jesus Christ himself is the one who came by water and by blood—not by the water only, but by the water and the blood. The Spirit bears witness to this, for the Spirit is the truth. The witness therefore is a triple one—the Spirit in our own hearts, the signs of the water of baptism and the blood of atonement—and they all say the same thing. If we are prepared to accept human testimony, God’s own testimony concerning his own Son is surely infinitely more valuable. The man who really believes in the Son of God will find God’s testimony in his own heart. The man who will not believe God is making him out to be a liar, because he is deliberately refusing to accept the testimony that God has given concerning his own Son. This is, that God has given men eternal life and this real life is to be found only in his Son. It follows naturally that any man who has genuine contact with Christ has this life; and if he has not, then he does not possess this life at all.

I have written like this to you who already believe in the name of God’s Son so that you may be quite sure that, here and now, you possess eternal life.

What is truth? The Spirit is truth.

What is God’s purpose? To give us life now and eternally.

What is his plan? Jesus. From the beginning it has been Jesus. In him alone we live and move and have our being.

If we learn nothing more, this is enough.

Get a Move On

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When I trust deeply that today God is truly with me and holds me safe in a divine embrace, guiding every one of my steps I can let go of my anxious need to know how tomorrow will look, or what will happen next month or next year. I can be fully where I am and pay attention to the many signs of God’s love within me and around me.

Henri Nouwen

This is a strange time. The world is in transition. Society is in transition. My neighbourhood is in transition. My family is in transition. The church is in transition.

I am in transition.

No, I am not changing my gender, although aging changes the way people relate to us older folk. It’s as if we are neutered by grey hair and wrinkles. No longer considered “marketable,” there is an unexpected freedom in not having to find my value in the ability to attract a mate to potentially procreate with when I already have one who has stuck with me going on 53 years, and having children at this point in life is, literally, inconceivable. Yet, the pressure to look young and attractive is incessant. (What a baffling game that is.)

I am, however, still changing. As the apostle Paul wrote, “I want to know Christ—yes, to know the power of his resurrection and participation in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, and so, somehow, attaining to the resurrection from the dead. Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me.  Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 3:10-14 NIV)

I woke from a time pressure/anxiety dream far too early this morning. In the dream I was poking around my house, procrastinating as usual. When a moving truck pulled up in the driveway, I suddenly remembered this was the day we were supposed to move out of the old family house into something more suitable for our stage of life. I had done nothing in the way of downsizing or packing or arranging for movers. The woman, who had her young children in tow, stepped out of the truck. She was so excited to move into her new house that had become a burden for me.

In the dream, I lied to her. I told her our truck broke down, so we couldn’t move out on time. She said, “Well, we’ll just have to get you another truck.” She left me with no excuses not to keep to our agreement.

I woke, feeling exhausted and overwhelmed by the prospect of everything I needed to do in the process of change. I realized exhaustion is not about packing up housewares; it’s about cooperating with the Lord to move into increasing holiness, greater acts of love, and deeper relationship with Him. I’m dilly dallying.

I felt like the dream was saying, “Get a move on!” As I prayed, I also remembered that even in transition and all of the upheaval and sorting and tossing things I no longer need, and carefully packing and preserving others to take with me, I can let go of anxiety and find joy in this moment of uncertainty and change. I can still rest in the certainty of God’s faithfulness. There is a place of quiet rest in the current view of this season that is the alternating too warm/too cold/too warm/too cold unusual climate of change. Life, even at seventy years old, is lived in a place of disrupting process and increasing trust.

He’s not finished with me yet.

I don’t know what the the future holds, but I know Who holds the future, and I know the One who loves me enough to keep investing in me by poking and prodding me to get a move on. There is more. He still holds me in a divine embrace. He’s got this.

His voice is calling, “Get up! Get a move on! We’ve got things to do today.” Can you hear it too?