Thursday, September 19, 2013

She Has Shown Great Love

“Two people were in debt to a certain creditor;
one owed five hundred days’ wages and the other owed fifty.
Since they were unable to repay the debt, he forgave it for both.
Which of them will love him more?”
Simon said in reply,
“The one, I suppose, whose larger debt was forgiven.”
He said to him, “You have judged rightly.”
Then he turned to the woman and said to Simon,
“Do you see this woman?
When I entered your house, you did not give me water for my feet,
but she has bathed them with her tears
and wiped them with her hair.
You did not give me a kiss,
but she has not ceased kissing my feet since the time I entered.
You did not anoint my head with oil,
but she anointed my feet with ointment.
So I tell you, her many sins have been forgiven;
hence, she has shown great love.
But the one to whom little is forgiven, loves little.”
He said to her, “Your sins are forgiven.”
The others at table said to themselves,
“Who is this who even forgives sins?”
But he said to the woman,
“Your faith has saved you; go in peace.”


This has always been one of my favorite passages from Luke's Gospel.  It tells us so many things about faith, love, and acceptance.  The most striking thing in it for me today, is that the woman is saved, because she puts her faith into action.  Without fear, and fully knowing what could happen to her as a sinful woman, she comes to Jesus and proceeds to honor Him and show Him her complete devotion.  While the others would have cast her out,  Jesus accepts her gift and rewards her faith with forgiveness and salvation.  
How often are we the the others who want to turn her away? How often do we, in our pride and arrogance, assume to know what it is God wants or expects of someone? How often do we completely fail to put our faith into action simply because it's easier to sit back and let others be the ones to risk it all?
Most of the time, I think we forget that our faith is meant to be a lifestyle, and that all of our choices are to be guided by our desire to do God's will.  This reading reminds me that we are to step out boldly and put our fear aside to act on our faith.  It's not a "if we feel like it" sort of option.  It's a necessity to continue to grow in our faith, and to work toward our salvation. 
We need to get out of our safety net, and reach out to those who need us.  They probably aren't sitting beside us in church (sometimes they are), but they are out there and it is our job to find them.  Someone said to me recently, "We shouldn't be asking ourselves what would Jesus do, we should be asking what did Jesus do?"  

Monday, September 16, 2013

The Least of These

31 “When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, he will sit on his glorious throne. 32 All the nations will be gathered before him, and he will separate the people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. 33 He will put the sheep on his right and the goats on his left.
34 “Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdomprepared for you since the creation of the world. 35 For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, 36 I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’
37 “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink?38 When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’
40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’
41 “Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. 42 For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, 43 I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.’
44 “They also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?’
45 “He will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.’
46 “Then they will go away to eternal punishment, but the righteous to eternal life.

Matt 25:31-46


I finished an amazing book this morning.  It was Another Seat at the Table by Kathy Harrison.  In it, she describes a period of time in her life as a foster mom.  There is nothing glamorous or flashy about her story. It is simply raw, painful truth, but even as I was sobbing for the tenth time while reading it, I was so grateful for her honesty, and for who she is. 

As I read the book, the scripture from Matthew kept coming to me..."whatever you do for the least of these..".  There was no way to avoid the connection between what this mom does and the statement Jesus made. Never once in the book did she mention God or religion, but what she did was give an example of a home that was willing to wash the dirty, feed the hungry, love the unlovable, and offer safety for the most forsaken.  By the time the book was published, she had opened her home and her heart to over one hundred children, and, very often, she had three or four at a time in addition to her own 5 (two of which were adopted from foster care).  

This story of willingness and of heartache was one that made me think of all of the children that are in such need of a smile, a hug, a pair of loving arms...
I think that so often we think of the homeless, the poor in other countries, the elderly, etc., but we often forget the children. There is a world outside of our bubble, and the harsh reality is that, in the state of Georgia alone, there are around 22, 000 children in need of foster care in a typical year. Those are children of abuse, neglect, and abandonment who just want more than anything to know they are safe and loved.  We may not all be able to offer a home, but we can certainly offer a prayer. 

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Strong or Stubborn

I've  been in a bit of a slump lately, which I guess is probably why I haven't posted in a bit. This morning I woke up again with pain all over my body. I don't like to whine or complain, and I certainly can't just sit around feeling sorry for myself as there is entirely too much to do every day of my life, but here I am drinking my coffee and feeling sorry for myself. 

The truth is that I don't really feel sorry for myself as much as I'm just over this whole  inflammation thing. You know what the odd thing about it is, though. I don't think I've prayed about it a single time since this most recent flair began. Why in the world would I sit here continuing to be in pain, avoiding talking about it, and even avoiding praying about it. It's not that I don't think praying will matter. I know it will. I know that even if the pain doesn't go away, that I will be given the grace to deal with it and a way to turn my slump around, but maybe I don't want to. Maybe I just want to sit here feeling like this so I have an excuse. I don't know what I need an excuse for other than doing nothing, but maybe that is exactly what I want. The irony is, though, that I could use this excuse to call in to work, lie on the couch all day watching TV, or sit here reading a book, but I won't. 

This all made me think about what our priest talked about on Sunday. The whole "false humility" thing that seems to be more and more predominant. People "humble" themselves to the point of ridiculousness only for the purpose of other people saying "oh, wow, look how much you do for everyone" or "oh, how wonderful that you do so much for others", and what it really all is is a sense of pride in themselves that they are seeking. It is pride masked by humility. How does that relate to my issue? I think it is sort of the same thing, only my thing isn't humility, it's strength. 

I can't be weak. I refuse to be seen as the one who needs medication, or the one who needs help. My body may be hurting all day every day to the point of exhaustion, but you better believe I can handle it. I, my friends, am Super Woman, and NOTHING is going to convince me otherwise.  Sigh....

So, here it is, right? Deep down, even praying is a sign of weakness. When the ONE thing that will probably make the biggest difference in all of this is prayer, I have avoided praying. While Jesus stands there patiently waiting for me to turn this over to Him, I am being strong (stubborn) and refusing to let Him have it. Isn't that crazy? I agree.  Now that I've realized this, and confessed it to you, I am going to pray. 

"Dear Lord, during this trial,
I offer up to you my confusion
Give me clarity
I offer up to you my despair
Give me hope
I offer up to you my weakness
Give me strength
I offer up to you my pettiness
Give me generosity of spirit.
I offer up to you all my
Negative thoughts from Satan
So that when he asks ‘Where is Your God now?”
I may respond “Right here with me, giving me His grace
As a Heavenly beam of light penetrating your darkness!"