Ralph and the Amazing Technicolor Pajamas

“My life was spiraling out of control,” my friend shared. “Nothing was working or getting any better, so one afternoon I slipped into a large Manhattan church to sit quietly and pray for healing . . . to someone, anyone or any being who might be listening. I didn’t know what I believed anymore. I just knew I needed to be there. Very gradually I began to feel that often-elusive ‘peace that passes all understanding’ when suddenly an elderly woman stood up several pews in front of me and shouted, ‘Come on, Ralph!’

“Irritated by her intrusion on my silence, I quickly looked up, but nobody was there. Of course, in New York you see a little bit of everything, so I wasn’t too surprised. Perhaps she was talking to a dearly departed loved one. Who knew? But for certain, the space in front of her was completely empty.

“After a minute or so, I heard a chain rattling and a thump and right down the center aisle here comes Ralph – a gray bulldog wearing baggy gray, pink, and yellow striped homemade pajamas. And he had the most compassionate dark brown eyes of any dog I have ever seen. They were striking.

“Well, I just shook my head and laughed to myself,” she continued. “There I was wondering if there even was a God, taking my own problems very seriously and down the aisle comes Ralph. His compassionate eyes spoke volumes to me – a compassionate and loving bulldog? Wearing baggy colorful striped pajamas?”

“That’s right my friend, striped pajamas!” I said, laughing with her.

You see, we worship a God of surprises. A God who can show up in the strangest of disguises to bring us a message of love and healing. A God who communicates that yes, I am in ‘the other’, the one most unlike you, most foreign to you. A God with a sense of humor and playfulness who will do whatever it takes to get our attention.

Ralph’s eyes stared straight through my friend with a look of compassion that is rare in this world, a look that still holds meaning for her many years later. The message to my friend was clear that day. There is something ‘unexplainable’ out there, a force for good, a force for healing that can suddenly come into our life in the most unlikely of ways. Her face was filled with gratitude and a grin from ear-to-ear as she shared her unlikely story.

While most of us will never see Ralph and his amazing technicolor pajamas, we are likely to be touched by the divine in unexpected ways. But first, like my friend, we have to be still. We have to be quiet. We have to put ourselves in the place of most potential.

Then we must be open and ready to receive. It’s far easier for many of us to give than to receive. There can be a natural inclination to explain it away, push it away, convince ourselves that we’re imagining things.

But oh, it is so worth it, so give it a try. Who knows what is just around the corner for you? Are you ready?


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Every Single Day

“The world is often a difficult place, full of fear and anger and suffering. But it is important to see that love and joy also fill our world. I share this belief with one of my closest and most mischievous friends, His Holiness The Dalai Lama.

I am asking you to help us show that the world is not beyond hope. Anger, fear, and despair. No! These will not have the last word.”

So begins a video message from Desmond Tutu, Anglican Archbishop of South Africa, (Ret.). What balm it is to the soul to hear his words in our world today! When article after article, post after post is filled with gloom and doom, dire predictions, hate and fear, we can almost forget that this is only partial truth.

humanitarian-aid-child-pixEvery day thousands of acts of kindness occur between loved ones, friends and strangers alike. Every day a doctor saves a life, EMT personnel perform life-saving measures, police and firefighters risk their lives to respond to emergency calls. Every day a teacher goes the extra mile to help a child who is falling behind and aid workers go into high risk situations in war-torn nations to reach out to the homeless, to refugees, to a distressed parent or hurt child.  Every day the naked are clothed, the hungry are fed, the sick are visited, the wounded are healed, and someone receives another chance at life.

Every day an electrician repairs a power grid, and a plumber keeps the water flowing. Every day someone works the extra hour with no pay because that is what’s needed, and a young person receives mentoring from a wiser, more experienced loving soul. Every day clergy take the time to listen, to care, and to reach out in the name of God to those in desperate need of a healing word. Every day people donate to charities with myriad goals to help someone they will never meet. Every day cross cultural relationships among people of different cultures and traditions are changing our world one child, one person at a time.

Every day a child is born as parents, grandparents, and loved ones shed tears of indescribable joy. Every day someone says, “I love you”, and means it with all their heart and soul. Every day someone is comforted, hugged, and told they are special beyond measure.

Every single day without exception.

Love and joy. It’s all around. Can you feel it?

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Let’s Overwhelm the World – Together

“In the last few days, we have seen acts of violence in which children of God have been killed.” So began Episcopal Presiding Bishop Michael Curry’s message yesterday.

As I listened to the stark reality of his words, tears began to stream down my face for the first time since a renewed trifecta of bloodshed began in our country. First Baton Rouge, then St. Paul, then Dallas. An unholy Trinity in three unholy days of pain and violence and bloodshed and murder in cold blood, all in the name of what? Justice? Revenge?

Children of God. This is who we are. Every man, woman, and child on this earth we all call home. The Book of Genesis tells Jews and Christians that each and every one of us is created in the image of God. And on the sixth day when God created us, God saw that we were not just good, but very good.

There are no qualifying words here. All of us. Very good. Blacks, Hispanics, Whites, Asians, poor, rich, straight, gay. Whether it’s white police killing blacks, blacks killing white cops, Muslims killing gays, Latinos, Christians, or Jews, there is one significant undeniable fact that is left out of the equation.

We are all created in the image of God and God did not create any second or third or fourth-rate people. Not one. So why do we live as if this were not so?

I have asked myself this over and over, and there’s not one easy answer. However, evil has existed in our world since the beginning of time. Just as sure as there is purity and goodness and love, there is hatred and evil and all that goes with it. Cosmic battles of good and evil play out in books, on movie screens, and in people’s lives every day. What I have found in my ministry and life, is that the more goodness exists in the world, the more evil rises up to fight it, to squelch it, to snuff it out forever.

For many acts of goodness, there are counter actions of evil to fight it if we are not on our toes and persistent in our resistance. We must be vigilant and aware that this is possible and fight it. How? With love, with prayer, and with the action that flows from that.

Scripture tells us, “Perfect love casts out fear.” And fear lies at the heart of the violence we have all just witnessed to our abject horror. Fear of the other. Fear of those who do not look like us, worship like us, have the same color skin as us, come from the same country as us, just aren’t like us. Are “other”.

little bit of goodPerfect love does indeed cast out fear. Not just love, but perfect love, which can only come from the source of all love, all goodness, and that is God. Then we need to act, do something, anything to stand up to the evil that is all around us. Desmond Tutu has written, “Do your little bit of good where you are; its those little bits of good put together that overwhelm the world.”

I pray for our country. I pray for the families and people personally affected by this latest trifecta of tragedy. I pray for the souls and well-being of all of us, for children of God have been killed. On our watch.

While we may feel helpless to change anything, we are not. There is something each one of us can do. Let’s do our own little bits of good however we are called to do so, wherever we find ourselves. Let’s overwhelm the world – together.

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I Am the Change!

What does it mean to be a person of faith right now? I ponder this question anew, as our country becomes deeper and deeper enmeshed in a spiral of hateful acts and hateful rhetoric that seem to have no end. Each act and each word seems to feed off the one before it, becoming more virulent, more tragic, more unlikely that any of us will find our way out.

Yes, there are interjections of, “My thoughts and prayers are with you, with the victims, our country, our world”, and nothing is more valuable than prayer. But prayer in action is what’s needed, prayer with works, prayer that first looks inward and asks, “What change can I  make that will make a difference?

Leo Tolstoy wrote, “Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing themselves”. Or as Jesus put it, “Why do you see the speck in your neighbor’s eye, but do not see the log in your own eye?”

What’s wrong with our world? Look in the mirror. What’s wrong with me? How am I contributing to the current situation that I find so abhorrent, so tragic? It’s the human condition, a human need to fight fire with fire. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. But never has that solved anything. Never. Violence begets violence. Hate begets hate.

We mourn and grieve deeply, yes. We pray, yes. And in the process of praying, let us pray also that we are not drawn into the madness that feeds more madness, more evil, more hate like a fire-breathing dragon.

Let’s say “Stop!” to ourselves before we respond in anger to a person with political beliefs that differ from ours. Say “Stop!” before we judge someone, anyone, based on their religious beliefs. Say “Stop!” before we post inflammatory remarks on social media, a venue giving our words and feelings nothing less than a worldwide audience.

And let’s say “Yes!” to love, the only force which can cast out hate and evil and fear. Say “Yes!” to putting that love into action by writing and calling our elected officials who do have the collective power to change the world in which we live. Say “Yes!” to being open to learn from people who do not share our worldview, who do not worship, or think, or look, or live as we do.

Our world can change – one person at a time. I am the change. You are the change. Let’s do it!

I Am The Change

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God’s Sweetness

asparagus_heroThere’s nothing like eating asparagus just picked from the garden. Its sweetness soothes one’s senses and brings a delightful surprise to taste buds accustomed to the supermarket variety picked days before, sweetness gone – or worse yet, frozen or canned. When not eaten truly fresh, my favorite green vegetable falls prey to being just one of many with a bland taste, unless sauces or spices are added. Yet when not processed, what a different culinary experience is ours!

Fresh picked? There’s nothing like it. And you know what? God wants that for us in all areas of our life. God gives us not just asparagus, but life itself, pure and sweet and unadulterated. That is, until we get in the way.

Take God’s creation for example. God gives us the beauty of creation in all its splendor, yet we allow our human processes to all but ruin it through over development, overuse, misuse leading to climate change, and worse. Yet in its freshest, most original unspoiled form, there’s nothing like the goodness, the sweetness of what is offered to us.

And what about human relationships? God gives us the beauty of love in the same way. How many times have we found it hard to hear a simple, “I love you”. “You are valued.” “You are a person of worth.” How many times have we processed those words to death before being able to accept them in their pure and unadulterated form?  Yet, that is what God wants for you and that is what God wants for me.

Accepting and believing without always second guessing, thinking ‘yes but’, or feeling that there has to be an ulterior motive, is God’s desire for us. Babies don’t question our love for them. They come at it with the eyes and heart of purity. Few adults can say the same.

Sweetness and purity abound in God’s creation, in God’s abundant love for us, and in every spear of asparagus. It’s there for the picking. Come join me in the field God has planted for us all!



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My husband Michael and I became snowbirds this winter. First-time-I’m-never-gonna-do-it Official Snowbirds. And yes! We loved the warm weather and all that goes with it. Who wouldn’t?

480But imagine our surprise when we turned on our television and saw an ad for VisitMyForest.org. There on the screen in front of us  were directions for how to locate the forest nearest you, then a little girl and her father gazing in awe at a deer. What joy! How unusual!

And it was. You see, in South Florida such sightings are rare and prized and something you have to drive miles to see. Those creatures and forests that many of us take for granted, don’t exist in all areas of our country. And that truth hit home to me right then and there in deeply moving ways.

When our daughter, husband, and granddaughter came to visit, we could hardly wait to take our little one for her first trip to the zoo. We were surprised to find that many of the ‘exotic’ zoo animals were hardly exotic to us. There were ducks, red tailed hawks, majestic eagles, wild turkeys, deer, black bear, turtles and otters, all native to our forests in northeast Pennsylvania where we live.

We shared with our grandchild that all these creatures of God were right in our own backyard at home! Being one year old she may not have understood all that we were telling her, but we did, in profound ways.

And of course, we finally made it to the lions and tigers and grizzly bears. Oh my! But I’ll take where I grew up in Tennessee and where I live now in Pennsylvania, any day of the week.

So if you’re lucky enough to live in one of these areas, don’t take it for granted as springtime begins to blossom and the leaves come out. Visit YOUR forest in your own backyard. You don’t need a website to tell you where to find it. Relish it. Enjoy it. And thank God for the unspoiled beauty you’re lucky enough to call home.

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Yes, It Really Is That Simple

Sometimes it’s hard to know what to say, much less to write in a spirituality column. It seems as if all spirituality, all goodness, all that is just and true has fled the American political scene. Exit stage right, or left. Take your pick.

America seems to be falling apart at the seams. We have become the derision of our global neighbors, who scratch their heads and wonder what has happened to us. I scratch my head and wonder, too. What has happened to basic civility, much less love of neighbor?

Neighbor? We seem to have forgotten what the word means. Are neighbors only those people who look, and act, and think, and speak, and believe as we do? Not on your life. No way. In the Bible in Matthew 25 we are told, “When you did it to one of the least of these who are members of my family, you did it to me.” And that was Jesus speaking. That’s right, Jesus of Nazareth. Messiah to Christians and prophet to Jews and Muslims.

That means that black, and Muslim, and Mexican lives matter. It means that we are all created in the image of God and that God saw what (s)he had created and it was good, very good. To denigrate any human being is to deny that they are created in the image of God. As are you. As am I.

stepYou know, there’s an old saying, ” When you’re standing on the edge of a cliff, step back.” Step back. And that is what we all need to do.

Step back and stand up for the image of God that is within each human being. Step back and reflect on what really matters in this world we all call home. Step back and ask yourself if this is the world in which you want your children to live.

And if not, do something, anything, to stop this madness that is masquerading as politics in this, the greatest nation on earth.

And love your neighbor as yourself. All neighbors. Yes, it really is that simple.

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103 Times

103There’s a certain pall hanging over Christmas and Hanukkah this year. A sense of uncertainty. A sense of fear. A sense of anxiety that belies the joy of the holiday season. All around us are news reports of one shooting after another. One more terrorist attack. One more loved one suddenly taken – from a concert, a dinner out, an office holiday party.

We wonder when simpler times will be ours once again, as we wait for a new tomorrow that doesn’t come. Our entire country seems both at sea and at odds with one another. Instead of pulling together in crisis we are pulling further apart, with each catastrophic incident mere fodder for one’s own political grist mill. Before victims’ loved ones can even be notified, while blood is literally still on the ground, pundits and social media aficionados take to the airwaves to prove that only if their political view were adhered to the latest tragedy would not have occurred.

Yet surely we know the folly of such assertions. Surely we know that the well-worn maxim “United we stand. Divided we fall,” is in fact true and yes, we are falling. All of us. Together.

What can we do in times such as these? For starters, we can think twice before sharing our own polarizing views, regardless of how convinced we are they are correct. There is rarely only one way forward and a way forward without compromise will never bring the stability for which we so long. And yes, I’m as guilty of this as anyone. I am writing to myself here, that I may remember when tempted to hit the ‘send’ key.

Significantly, we can also do what has worked for countless people throughout the ages in times far more turbulent than our own. We can turn to the Bible, where the most often repeated phrase is, “Be not afraid” or “Fear not.”

There is a reason this injunction appears 103 times in scripture. People have been afraid of forces outside of their control since the beginning of time. We join our brothers and sisters of times gone by in feeling fearful and anxious about the future. That in itself can bring comfort.

We can also follow the advice of St. Paul to the Philippians when he wrote to them, most likely from prison, “Whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is pleasing…..if there is anything worthy of praise, think on these things.” Following a senseless shooting, think of the hero who died shielding a co-worker from bullets, which occurred in San Bernardino. Think of his bravery, selfless courage, pure innate goodness. Think on these things.

Think of the first responders who risk their own lives to save others. The medical personnel who stay up until all hours to save as many people as possible. Think of the strangers who warn others of danger ahead. Think of the Muslim clerics and leaders who speak out publicly against violent extremism. Think of the politicians, yes, politicians who genuinely seek answers to the most pressing needs of our times. Think on these things.

And let’s think of our own blessings this Christmas or Hanukkah. Our loved ones, family, or friends near and far that God has given to us for comfort and solace in times such as these. Yes. Be not afraid. Fear not. Think on these things and the joy that so easily eludes us can be ours once more.

A Happy Hanukkah; a Merry Christmas to you and yours.

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Rocking Chair Hospitality

“Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that some have entertained angels unaware.” (Hebrews 13:2)

From Halloween trick-or-treaters, to festival attendees, to holiday shoppers, to seasonal tourists, to new neighbors – community residents across America have many opportunities to show hospitality to strangers through their words and actions.  We know the golden rule, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you”. But what many of us don’t realize is how deeply hospitality is embedded in the Judeo-Christian tradition.

Within first-century Judaism, Abraham was heralded as the supreme practitioner of hospitality. In the Book of Genesis, he and his wife Sarah reach out in hospitality to three strangers, offering them a meal of milk, curd, calf meat, and cakes. While they are eating, one gives them the seemingly impossible news that Sarah will bear a son in her old age. These strangers are nothing less than angels in disguise, bringing with them life-changing news.

A few years prior to Jesus’ ministry, a large monument was erected by Herod the Great on the site of this meeting, not only commemorating the event, but also highlighting its centrality within the Jewish tradition. Why was hospitality so central in the life of the first-century Jew? They believed that the way they received the stranger, was how God would receive them at the great end-time banquet. If they were hospitable and welcoming, God would receive them in kind. Likewise, if they did not receive the stranger warmly, they would be received in the same way.

rocking chairThis gives me much to think about. What if God receives us in the same way we have received the stranger? Will we arrive only to find that walls have been erected to keep us out, or that community ordinances have been passed that make it more difficult for hospitality to be extended? Or will we find an atmosphere of welcome for all, with an empty rocking chair with our name on it that says, come sit next to me and let’s visit? On the great Main Street in the Sky will we be welcomed with open arms by those who are already comfortably in? Or will they put up one obstacle after another to make it clear we are not welcome?

Hospitality to the stranger was not only central to first-century Jewish and Christian belief; both religions are dependent on hospitality for their very existence. The Jewish faith was shared by traveling pairs of teachers, who were dependent on the hospitality of those who welcomed them into their homes.

Jesus and Paul followed in this tradition as they planted the seeds of the Christian church. Without strangers welcoming them into their homes, the gospel message may never have spread beyond the boundaries of Palestine. Without hospitality there may never have been one holy, Catholic, and apostolic church.

As we discuss reaching out to the stranger here in our community, we need to begin with one basic question. Who is the stranger?

One of my favorite stories about hospitality to the stranger is from the movie Sister Act.  Whoopi Goldberg plays the role of a nightclub singer who witnesses a murder. As a result, her life is in danger. For protection, the police decide she should live in a convent, a most unlikely hideout. She is taken to a convent and directed to the Mother Superior’s study. Before the Mother Superior enters, a monsignor informs her of Whoopi’s predicament. The Mother Superior agrees to accept Whoopi as a member of the convent, until she opens the door and sees her. There sits Whoopi, wearing a gold lame coat, a purple-sequined outfit, and a profusion of jewelry. The Mother Superior gasps and shuts the door. The monsignor reminds her, in not-so-gentle tones, “You have taken a vow of hospitality to all in need.” With a straight face, the Mother Superior replies, “I lied.”

How often do we, upon seeing the strangers God sends our way, say somewhere in our heart of hearts, “I lied.” How many of us can say that, in reality, yes, there are times when we have been less than welcoming to the stranger in our midst – yes, at times bringing noise, at times trampling our bushes, at times wrecking our peaceful existence, at times challenging long held traditions and customs?

Yet, the first distinction of Christian hospitality is precisely that we welcome those who may not have been welcomed in other settings.  Time and again Jesus broke with the custom of his day to reach out to the outcast, the marginalized.

When we make the decision to welcome all strangers, we become a link in the chain of hospitality that reaches back through Sarah and Abraham, through Jesus and his followers, through countless people of faith throughout the ages. And it is we who benefit in innumerable ways.

Be not forgetful to welcome the stranger, for in doing so many have entertained angels unaware. Are you entertaining angels? Is your community?

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A Sprinter’s Spirituality

DSCN0092“In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion, ” wrote Albert Camus. How wise he was! Isn’t this what summer and fall, with its stunning patchwork of different colored leaves, is all about? In these months our area of Pennsylvania becomes a playground for beleaguered New Yorkers, Jerseyites, and everyone trying to turn away from the complexities of the world, if only for a moment.

The spirituality of crystal clear lakes, wooded hiking paths, mountains, and wildlife abound in our county. Yet to see and really feel God’s presence in the midst of nature requires both intentionality and yes, discipline. When I used to be a ‘weekender’, the discipline was built in. Coming here involved getting away from work, routine, familiar surroundings. But now my work and familiar surroundings are right here, luring me away from the mystical, the holy in our midst. So I struggle to find balance, the right mix.

What can you do if you find yourself caught in this dilemma? Let me pose another question. Are you a sprinter or a marathoner? If you have a marathoner personality, you might try a daily spiritual exercise – slow and steady, a little at a time. Ten or even fifteen minutes a day of praying or reading whatever is meditative, devotional, inspiring to you while surrounded by the beauty of God’s creation can work wonders for your frame of mind, spiritual life, and even blood pressure. Whether it’s Buddhist monk Thich Nhat Hahn’s latest book on mindfulness, slowly reading one Psalm a day from Hebrew scripture, or your denomination’s suggested daily reading from the Bible – the turning away from the worries of the world in the midst of nature is refreshing on many levels.

If you’re more of a sprinter, like me, then you might begin such a daily discipline and soon lose interest, becoming distracted with more pressing needs or more exciting opportunities. If that’s your pattern, try taking a retreat for a morning or a even full day in your own home or backyard. Tell those you live with you’re off limits for the allotted time! Don’t answer the phone or the doorbell. Power off the electronics and do what calms you.

Is it yoga, reading spiritual writings, engaging in centering prayer, journaling, rocking on the porch, sitting by a babbling brook or pond in silence? A combination of these things? Whatever it is, an intentional, planned retreat in your own surroundings can’t be beat. It’s better than binge watching the latest serial drama on television, bringing you into yourself and away from the world at the same time, instead of merely escaping.

And never underestimate the power of a walk in the glorious beauty of nature that is there for you to enjoy, somewhere not too far from home. The trick is to not become so accustomed to it, that we no longer see it for what it is – our creator’s gift to each one of us to relish, cherish, and hold dear to our hearts.

Then we can tackle our complicated world and its myriad demands with a clear mind and a replenished spirit. Who knows what we might accomplish?

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