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Finding Light in a Dark Forest of Grief

5/21/2022

     Duane’s mother and sister died recently from a violent collision. I know they are renewed in heaven now, but I’m as stripped as barren trees in a forest of grief. I couldn’t even turn to God. So I mumbled phrases from an old prayer, and this is what happened:
     “Our Father,” I whispered, and realized how amazing that God meets me intimately as my PAPA.
     “Who art in heaven.” My heart calmed with the PERSPECTIVE that even though I’m discombobulated, God’s still seated on heaven’s throne.
     “Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.” What a reminder that somehow in God’s grand scheme, there is PURPOSE in this pain.
     “Give us this day our daily bread.”He grants PROVISION to sustain me through this confusion.
     “And forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors.” I’m bound to mess up during this fragile time, yet God bestows PARDON, a clean slate, to the extent that I also forgive others.
     “And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.” I won’t understand until heaven why God didn’t spare Duane’s mother and sister, yet I cling to his promise of ultimate PROTECTION.
     “For yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever.” Even when I’m in the dark, I can PRAISE him.
     Papa. Perspective. Purpose. Provision. Pardon. Protection. Praise. What a gift these truths are as I make my way through this forest of grief.

The Question that Hit Like a Cold Rain

3/15/2022

The question hit others like a cold rain, while it washed over me like a warm shower.
     We were sitting at a table talking about what true Christianity is when our facilitator asked, “How might your life be different if you believed that you have God’s full and undivided attention?” Two people said it rattled them to realize that God knew their every move. Not me. I felt warm all over because I recalled a particular day walking to school with my daddy when I was in kindergarten.    Daddy was principal at the school, so we walked together, my little hand reaching up high, buried in his. When we arrived at school, he went inside to his administrative office, while I stayed outside on the playground. But that day I tripped and fell, bloodying my knee. With no hesitancy, I ran inside, ran past the secretary who served as gatekeeper for administrators, broke into Daddy’s office, and jumped onto his lap in tears. He reached into his desk, pulled out a box of Band-Aids, patched me up, and hugged me.
     “That’s how God is,” I told my discussion partners at the table. “God is like my father, except he’s not far away in some remote office. He stays with me on life’s playground, and when I fall down, he patches me up.”
     They gasped at that thought, so different from their dread of a distant, brooding God.
  So how do you feel about God giving you his full and undivided attention?

My Lieutenant Moment

2/3/2022

I had my Lieutenant Dan moment recently.
     Remember Lieutenant Dan, Forrest Gump’s friend who felt hopeless after he lost his legs in the Vietnam War? When he and Forrest Gump started a shrimp fishing business, a hurricane threatened to sink their boat and drown them. In response, Lieutenant Dan railed against God from the boat’s crow’s nest. The storm died down, the two survived, and Lieutenant Dan was a new man. He still didn’t have his legs, but he was at peace. Something about honestly yelling at God cleansed him.
     And now my Lieutenant Dan moment. Life has been rough since cancer surgery last year. The person I once was is gone. Now? Low energy, muddled focus, difficulty writing. Finally I told God, “I’m not dying, but I’m not living. So either take my life or give me life!” The next day I repeated that. The third day I added, “And I mean it!”
     What happened? The storm inside me died down. My health hasn’t changed, but my hope has. I’m at peace. Something about crying out to God, even yelling at Him, cleansed me. And recently when I felt down again, I asked God, “Are you sure that was your final answer?” I heard nothing, so it must be.
     It amazes me that God tolerates such honesty from us. Perhaps he welcomes it because he yearns for an honest relationship.
     Have you had a Lieutenant Dan moment?
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     Screenshot from “Forrest Gump” movie. Clips of the Lieutenant Dan hurricane and his resolution are here.

Garbanzos and Other Gifts

1/18/2022

How my tastes have changed.
     I was a college student the first time I tried garbanzos. Yuck! A stranger named Marge, who was the age of my mother, served them on a salad to a group of us students she had invited to her home. Didn’t she realize we’d prefer pizza?
     Another person I didn’t appreciate during my college days was Olive, a woman the age of my grandmother. She lived in my home town and wrote notes to those of us studying away from home. Sweet, but I wasn’t interested in what she had to say.
     Then there was Stan, a guy I met as a college student. He was quiet, never married, worked for the same company for decades, retired, then died. But he proved to be a steadfast friend to those around him.
     Over the decades my appreciation of the ways of Marge, Olive, and Stan has grown. Their soft footprints across life’s stage went mostly unnoticed, yet they left behind gifts - hospitality, encouragement, and friendship. These days I want to follow in their steps and leave simple gifts behind, too.
     And sometimes I serve garbanzos on salads.

One Problem with Believing the Earth is Flat

1/4/2022

The problem with believing the Earth is flat is that you can’t in good conscience enjoy a snow globe, as my granddaughter Eve and I do. Why? Because the globe is round.
     I met a Flat Earther who seemed normal otherwise, but could I reason with him? Or for that matter, could I reason with someone who says that coronavirus is a hoax? Or that climate change doesn’t exist? Or who insists all vaccines are bad?
     “Of course, it is next to impossible to get someone to change their beliefs against their will,” says Lee McIntyre, author of “How to Talk to a Science Denier: Conversations with Flat Earthers, Climate Deniers, and Others Who Defy Reason.”
     “Remember that when you challenge someone’s beliefs, you are challenging their identity,” he says, because they hold their convictions “to resolve their fear, or to feel less alienated, or to embrace a coveted social identity.”
     McIntyre says deniers won’t change their positions based on “new facts or even a new way of thinking.” They are “not just ignorant of the facts but also of the scientific way of thinking. To remedy this, we must do more than present deniers with the evidence; we must get them to rethink how they are reasoning about the evidence.” This means not confronting, but building trust by asking questions, he says.
  McIntyre’s thoughts make me wonder whether I’m willing in this New Year to engage with people who believe differently than I do. Also, whether I’m deluding myself in some way in what I believe.