Thursday, September 22, 2016

Compassion for Others

Thursday 9/22/2016 6:29 AM
The theme of my devotions this week is compassion for others. To check to see how compassionate I am, one of the readings in my devotional material suggested I ask these questions: Do I sense the presence of the suffering Christ in others? Do I share their pain? Am I aware of their vulnerability? Do I know that the need for mercy is often hidden under a mask of self-sufficiency, coldness, and indifference? While my answer to these questions varies with time and with different individuals, overall I would say that my compassion meter has become more sensitive in the last several years. My biggest fault in this regard is a lack of action, not a lack of feeling.
In her book The Cup of Our Life, Joyce Rupp notes some of the common characteristics she has observed in compassionate people. She writes, “They often have significant suffering or painful life events of their own, a generous heart, a non-blaming and non-judging mind, a passionate spirit, a willingness to sacrifice their life, a keen empathy, and a love that embraces the oneness of all creation.” When I consider my life and my way of living I feel as if some of those characteristics have grown in me while others are woefully absent. I long to be a more compassionate person instead of a cynical person. I have a long way to go.
Compassion is a quality that seems to be in short supply in the United States today. Our stress on the rights of the individual as a nation allows for a lot of individual freedom, which we regularly celebrate, but it comes with a steep price, a lack of empathy and compassion for others. Rupp writes, “Compassionate people often inspire others to be compassionate.” I want to be that kind of person.

Saturday, September 3, 2016

Obfuscating the Obvious

Saturday 9/3/2016 5:57 AM
This past summer was a big disappointment for me. During the spring I was having difficulty maintaining a regular discipline of running and spending quiet time meditating each morning. I seemed to have some sort of difficulty with my breathing that kept me from running more than a half mile or so without stopping and I simply stopped my habit of reading the Bible, meditating on what it said, and writing in my journal. I would do it maybe twice a week but not the regular routine that it has been for me for the last twenty or so years of my life. When I did run, I struggled, and when I had my devotions, they were dry and, for the most part, meaningless.
As the summer began I pledged to run more frequently and return to my regular habit of a morning quiet time. My renewed resolve lasted approximately one week before I fell back into my newly acquired habit of no running or quiet time. It seems I choose to check my Facebook page, play online Scrabble with friends, do the online Los Angeles Times crossword puzzle, and read online news articles rather than exercising my body and spirit.
I began my running routine on Labor Day weekend in 1978. I began slowly and worked my way up to running four miles each day. Since it is Labor Day weekend I decided to start fresh this morning, hoping to tap into the same reservoir of resolve I had 38 years ago. I ran a full two miles this morning without having to stop for breath and I had my devotions. One day complete for a different future.
Part of my devotional reading today included an excerpt from Reformed Spirituality, by Howard Rice. He writes, “The biblical promise that if we truly seek, we shall find God is the basis for the journey of the spiritual life. In spite of the difficulties along the way, the times of dryness when nothing seems to be happening, the discouragement and distraction that come to us all, and the times of falling back and wondering if we have made any progress at all, the journey is one from which we cannot turn back. The testimony of the saints of all the ages is that the journey is worth it; that God really is love; and that the love God offers is the most important reality that can be known by any of us. Such knowledge enables a person to have tremendous power to take what happens, to surmount great difficulties, and to grow in the face of tragedy and deep disappointment. The fruit of the spiritual life is not easily attained. The process of growing in grace is sometimes difficult. It requires persistence which never comes easily for any of us.”
I can attest to the difficulties of maintaining a spiritual discipline. The main difficulty for me seems to be that I lack the necessary persistence. I find that the discipline necessary is more difficult to exercise the older I get. Somehow I always believed that, as I aged, my walk with God would become easier because of my experience. The biggest problem I have is the things that always seemed to be black and white when I was younger now seemed tinged by varying shades of gray. Things I was sure about as a young man I now question, including the way that God would have me interact with those with whom I have contact on a regular basis.
I once had a professor who criticized a proof I had written by saying that I was obfuscating the obvious. Sometimes I feel like my insight into scripture and how God would have me live in the world are being similarly obfuscated. What once seemed clear is now obscure. I guess I should trust God to lead me through this time of discouragement and distraction just like I trusted him to lead me when things seemed clearer. I need to remain persistent.

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Image and Likeness

Wednesday 8/10/2016 7:08 AM
I have had a beard for most of my adult life. I keep it well trimmed and sometimes have a goatee, but they are always short beards. I am in the process of growing out my beard to honor a friend and former student who recently lost a long battle with cancer. He had cancer in his mouth at one point and his face had been scarred by surgery so he grew a long beard to hide it. I always told him I was envious of his long beard and suggested that someday I was going to grow mine out so I could be like him. I wish the circumstances were different but now is the time.
A few weeks ago I was a guest at a Young Lives camp in Lake City, Michigan. Young Lives is a ministry to teen moms directed by a good friend, who had invited Jaci and I to come. Like every youth camp they have activities for the moms to do during their free time including a zip line, a go cart track, a high ropes course, swimming, kayaking, paddle-boarding, and so on. One afternoon we went on the high ropes course with some of the campers and their leaders. We put on the required harness and helmet before we began. My helmet was red. Most of the course entailed walking along a cable suspended twenty feet above the ground and ended with a jump off of a platform while someone below belayed you to the ground. At the bottom those who finished were congratulated by others who had completed the course themselves or were simply observing and providing encouragement to those attempting to complete the course. When I finished I received their congratulations and then someone told me that, when I was on the course, those below were referring to me as the skinny Santa Claus. It seems that in growing my beard longer I am taking on the likeness of Santa Claus.

I thought of Genesis 1:27, “So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.” The Bible says that all people are made in the image of God. I believe that all people have dignity and worth simply because they carry the image of God. I also recognize that all people do not reflect that image accurately. The God of the Bible is revealed as a God of love but it is obvious that love is not evidenced in all the interactions of people with one another or with their environment.
I recently read an excerpt from the book Climbing the Sycamore Tree, by Ann Hagmann, in which she recounts the story of two men who were rushing to catch a subway on Christmas Eve. As he turned a corner while running across the platform, the first man bumped into a young, disabled man selling newspapers, strewing the newspapers and the boy’s other belongings everywhere. The man cursed at the boy for delaying him and ran on to catch his train. The second man stopped, helped the boy pick up the papers, and bought one. He gave the boy five dollars, told him to keep the change, and wished him a Merry Christmas. As he left to catch his train the boy called after him, asking if he was Jesus Christ. Embarrassed, the second man said, “No, but I try to be like him.” Hagmann writes, “Both men are made in the image of God, but only one man is living in the likeness of Jesus Christ. It is not enough as a Christian to claim being made in our Creator’s image; we are called to be conformed to the likeness of Christ.”

While always having a beard, it is in growing it that I am conforming to the likeness of Santa Claus. How much more important for me, and other Christians, while being made in the image of God, to grow in love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self control. Then the people of the world will see the unadulterated image of God, the likeness of Christ.

Friday, July 15, 2016

Blue Spruce

Friday 7/15/2016 5:00 AM
I am sitting on the deck at my daughter’s house in Michigan, enjoying the early morning hours after my run. In the back of their yard are four pine trees. I believe they are blue spruce. When they first moved here ten years ago the trees were so dense one could see nothing through them. Over the years the trees have grown and thinned out so that one can now see squirrels and birds in the inner branches of the tree and blue sky on the other side. I’m not sure if they are suffering from some sort of disease or if the thinning of the foliage is a natural consequence of aging.
My life seems to mirror the lives of those trees. When I was younger I was concerned about what others may think of me or of my actions. I put up a nice fa├žade but gave few people a view of what I was feeling or thinking about things. When I turned thirty-eight I began sharing my thoughts with a small group of men every Friday morning and over the years I shared more and more intimate details of my life. After a few years of that I began sharing more openly with the broader Christian community, sharing my failures and frustrations, my hopes and my disappointments. I found that my life resonated with many others, that we all have a common experience; the only difference is in the details.
Too often in the Christian community we want others to think we have it all together. We spruce up our lives, put on a happy face, and pretend everything is wonderful when inside we are full of broken branches and dead twigs. People in the world need to see real people experiencing real emotions, not little happy robots saying, “Praise God! Hallelujah!” all the time.
Brennan Manning says it well in the book Reflections for Ragamuffins. “What the world longs for from the Christian religion is the witness of men and women daring enough to be different, humble enough to make mistakes, wild enough to be burned in the fire of love, real enough to make others see how unreal they are.” We like to spruce ourselves up, making our lives look as if we have it all together. God wants mature blue spruce trees, with our broken interior lives open for all to see and with room for the light of his healing love to shine through.

Monday, July 4, 2016


Monday 7/4/2016 5:41 AM
Last Saturday one of my nieces posted a comment on Facebook noting that Garrison Keillor made his last appearance on A Prairie Home Companion. She noted that, in addition to being an entertainer, “he has also been an instigator and provocateur for the plight of humanity.” In the same post she acknowledged the death of Elie Wiesel, about whom the same could be said. She queried, “Who will stand in those gaps?” and her husband, who is also wise, responded, “You!”
I’m quite certain Garrison Keillor and Elie Wiesel did not sit down one day and say, “I think I will become an instigator and provocateur for the plight of humanity.” They simply saw the injustices that are rampant in our world and responded in a way that was consistent with their own gifts and talents. People were drawn to the truth of their message, the humility with which it was delivered, and the consistency with which they lived their lives.
The theme of my devotions this week is boldness. The scriptures I have read over the past couple of days include the prayers of the disciples after having been arrested by the religious authorities of their day and being told to remain silent about Jesus. After being released from custody they met together to pray for boldness to speak the truth and then went out and spoke. Today people who speak out against racial discrimination, social injustices, corporate greed, and the like are often castigated by the established church community and are labeled as socialists, communists, etc. I wonder how the church has wandered so far from the gospel Jesus preached, which included compassion for the poor, justice for the oppressed, and acceptance for the alien. Of course, I shouldn’t be surprised, since it seems the organized religion of Jesus’ day had done the same. It was against that hypocrisy that Jesus was the most vocal.
My reading also included this excerpt from Spiritual Preparation for Christian Leadership, by E. Glenn Hinson. “The church and the world need saints. They need saints more than they need more canny politicians, more brilliant scientists, more grossly overpaid executives and entrepreneurs, more clever entertainers and talk-show hosts. Are there any on the horizon now that Mother Teresa is no longer with us, either of the extraordinary or of the ordinary kind? I think there are. Maybe I should say that there are saints ‘aborning’ by God’s grace. There are those whose lives have been irradiated by God’s grace, who seek not to be safe but to be faithful, who have learned how to get along in adversity, who are joyful, who are dream filled, and above all, who are prayerful. That is what the church and the world need most. It begins with you.”
I see the injustices that are so evident in our world but I feel overwhelmed and completely inadequate to “stand in the gap.” After all, who would pay attention to a math teacher in an insignificant school buried in metropolitan Los Angeles County? I try to speak the truth and to live consistently, with humility, but my voice gets lost in the cacophony of the LA culture. E. Glenn Hinson suggests that I need to be faithful, learn how to get along in adversity, be joyful, and to be dream filled and prayerful. That is my goal but it seems to have little, if no, effect. I have a feeling my niece feels the same way. She needs to hear the same message I did today, “It begins with you.”

Saturday, June 18, 2016

Seeking Justice for the Oppressed

Saturday 6/18/2016 5:38 AM
When I observe the world in which I live and converse with my students it soon becomes obvious that there are glaring injustices and inequalities in our world today. When I read the Bible it urges me to love God above all and to love my neighbor as I love myself. It suggests that if I love God and neighbor then I will seek justice for the oppressed, I will feed the hungry, and visit those in prison.
While I have donated food for food banks, served dinners for the homeless at my church, led Bible studies in a federal penitentiary, done one-on-one mentoring of a young man incarcerated at a juvenile detention center near my home, make monthly donations for a local social justice cause, for a ministry to young single mothers, and to support the education and material needs for a child in Africa, it seems as if these actions on my part are merely a bit of salve to alleviate a symptom but do virtually nothing to cure the disease. How can I best seek justice for those oppressed?
When I think of the systemic changes that need to happen to address these issues it seems impossible. I have thought about running for political office to see if I could change oppressive policies but I abhor the current political climate in our country and it seems as if those who do enter the political realm soon become entangled in the mire and eventually become a part of the problem rather than a part of the solution.
Today I read an excerpt from A Wesleyan Spiritual Reader, by Reuben P. Job. He describes John Wesley as the most influential social reformer of his day and writes these words: “From the early days at Oxford until a few days before his death, Wesley was about the ministry of caring for the poor, the oppressed, and the imprisoned. And all of this while living a rigorous life of prayer, study, and reflection. This commitment to neighbor and passion to proclaim the gospel story was so great that John and Charles rode in a cart with a condemned prisoner so that they could sing and pray on the way to the hangman’s scaffold. Holy living is a direct result of and inseparable from a holy heart. To experience Christian perfection is to live as Jesus lived. It is to be obedient to the One proclaimed as Savior and Lord. … To know Christ and to be know by Christ means to walk with Christ in the everyday business of life.”
Somehow performing acts of mercy to alleviate this kind of suffering seems like addressing only half of the problem. Riding with a condemned prisoner to a hangman’s scaffold without addressing the reason why the prisoner felt compelled to commit the crime in the first place seems incomplete. That kind of action, while helpful to the person facing death alone, seems like it will only ensure that I will have another prisoner to accompany tomorrow. As a Christian, what is the best way to address the root causes of hunger, oppression, and injustice. What can I do today that will make hunger, oppression, and injustice things of the past?

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Healing the World

Sunday 5/29/2016 7:32 AM
I live in a culture obsessed with individualism. Individual rights and freedoms are protected and cherished while any idea suggesting a responsibility to our community that involves the giving up of individual rights for the good of others results in accusations of one being a socialist a communist, or a Marxist. This idea has also crept into the church. One’s faith is considered to be a private affair between oneself and God. It is believed that one can worship God by oneself at home and still be a good Christian. Any suggestion of being responsible to a larger community of faith or that of being subject to the discipline of a church body is met with resistance, the church often being accused of simply wanting to exert their power or of wanting the money of their parishioners.
Jesus summarized the law by saying we are to love God above all and to love our neighbor as we love ourselves. James emphasizes the importance of works of mercy accompanying our faith. It is one thing to say we love God but he suggests that a litmus test for our love of God is to see if we are showing love for our neighbor through concrete acts of mercy, of giving of ourselves for the good of others.
Today I read a quote by Kent Groff, from his book, Journeyman. He writes, “Without the discipline of community, solitude degenerates into self-absorption and isolation; without the discipline of solitude, community degenerates into codependency and enmeshment. … The community of faith is where we learn the language of love. And the church uses two kinds of language – the verbal language of liturgy, scripture, and sermon, and the body language of sacraments, gestures, and social outreach. … Being a part of a life-giving faith community is like a healthy foot getting directional signals from the rest of the body. A life-giving church is one where human brokenness is lifted up like bread and wine to be held, and touched, and blessed – to heal the world.”
Sometimes I feel as if the church stresses solitude to the detriment of community. We have become self-absorbed and isolated from the community in which we live. We build both literal and figurative walls around our church to protect ourselves from what we consider to be the evil world around us. We isolate ourselves from the brokenness around us, rationalizing to ourselves that the problems are too big for us to solve alone. We huddle in groups of like-minded people while we drink our coffee after worship while a visitor that is different from us stands alone, observing us.
I believe we need to have more stress on our responsibility to our community, to show the love of God and the richness of his mercy through our actions to those who are not like us. We need to have the courage to reach out to touch the brokenness that is so evident in our world and, as Groff suggests, to lift it up “like bread and wine to be held, and touched, and blessed – to heal the world.”