Sunset

It is good to land. There is something grounding about rising and setting with the sun….to experience it as God gives it to you.  It was cloudy flying out of Nashville but once we were above the clouds we experienced the sunrise. It was beautiful.  A clear reminder of the truth we already know….when things look difficult, scary, “cloudy”, there is always something more going on above. God is still creating, redeeming, innovating and moving.  I welcome these reminders! 

The sun was setting as we drove the way to Mazatenango. The road is better..progress. (this President is changing things) The sunset was so beautiful. I tried to capture a few pictures but over each hill and around the curves…its beauty was for my eyes, not for the camera. I tried and then I released my human “drive” and said to Adolfo: “I’m just going to enjoy it with my heart”.  And so we did. 

When I arrived in my room this piece of art was hanging on the wall. It seemed like that sunset to me…the colors, the shades…the words of the prophet Isaiah: “You will keep him in perfect peace, him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in you.”   Today I am going to be aware to follow wherever God leads….because I trust the one who created me. Let it be. 

Go!

 

Yesterday I was in a group conversation which ended with our Bishop blessing us by saying: “Go! Get out of here!”  Go to the neighborhood….go to the town…go to the places where darkness needs Light. Go wherever God sends us.  I hear his words, “we are a sent people”.  Yes, indeed we are “sent” people.  Wesley said it differently: “The world in my parish”.  I am helplessly that: a “sent” disciple into the neighborhood and into the world. 

This morning our church assembles to hear the Beatitudes shared from our pulpits as a theme of Love emerges.  There is an element of brokenness in all of our lives that needs to be touched by Love. That is the message and the “sending” is simple: go share that Love with your neighbor.  And I am between “here and there”, on my way to Guatemala….again. But it doesn’t feel like “leaving” …it feels like a connected “going”.  The church spreading out into the neighborhood.  How blessed I am to be able to “go”. 

Today I carry an expression of “Love” in my bag.  I have pillowcase dresses!  The Sewing Circle ladies from church have created these beautiful little dresses out of pillowcases and attached a card to each one.  I have this little feeling that I am carrying the love of our entire church in my suitcase.  Oh my….

On the First Day

I came to silence
to rest
listen
study
to hear
be changed
be faithful
be with You.
There is no other
place so beautiful for me.

I went south
in obedience
hesitation
Aware only
of hearing
seeing
needing
to trust You.

I am here now
to sit
at your feet
to fall
into your arms
to look deep
into your Love
and Follow your star.
Let it be.

El Primos de Mi

I love my cousins.  I have more than I count and they keep arriving daily.  It is wonderful.  From my mom’s side (the Lesters) with 9 siblings, I have 29 first cousins. But that is only the beginning.  There are 21 in the next generation (maybe 1 or 2 more)!  We have all been close from the start, but that closeness is changing; it’s growing deeper.

Cousin Aaron and I in Guatemala
Cousin Aaron and I in Guatemala

Cousins on the run...America's Finest Half Marathon, San Diego. In memory of Uncle Mike
Cousins on the run…America’s Finest Half Marathon, San Diego. In memory of Uncle Mike
This morning in my readings I encountered a couple of cousins in the 2nd chapter of Luke: Elizabeth and Mary.  They were both caught up in a movement of God. They both had to be AWARE enough to hear, see and discern God’s direction and then they had to be willing to FOLLOW.  Elizabeth and Mary did an awesome thing! They joined in what God was doing – completely. Both had to deal with “odd” situations:  A late pregnancy and then a child that lived on locusts and wild honey; An unplanned pregnancy and then a child that was the Son of God. Gracious! That’s a lot of courage.

My cousins and I have many amazing experiences.  But it doesn’t come with the status quo. It comes, rather, with a new awareness to follow what God is doing with us.

Cousins on the trail, Colorado
Cousins on the trail, Colorado
Our extended family was given the spiritual gift of unconditional love. It was passed on to us by our grandparents: P.E. and Myrtle Lester.  What I am enjoying so much, is the unique ways God is showing us to live that out in these days.

Cousin Robin and Pincho preparing for our white water experience!
Cousin Robin and Pincho preparing for our white water experience!

Eagle in Alaska
Eagle in Alaska
My Pincho (sister) and I have named this year:  Awareness to Follow (A2F).  They are words quite different from those we have received over the past few years.  I trust completely that God has prepared us for these days and for this special year of 2014. I know God uses families and I believe God is using us. What we have to share is not measured by wealth or fame. Our primary gift is Love. I believe if we give that first, all the other things we are supposed to share will come. Like Elizabeth and Mary…like my Lester cousins…like the generation that passed it all on to us….Let it Be! A2F

Cousins in Alaska

Pincho and I with our cousin Bonnie Rose in FL. (Mar 2013) Bonnie is the latest in adding to the family with the birth of her first child, Sadie Rose, a few weeks ago.
Pincho and I with our cousin Bonnie Rose in FL. (Mar 2013) Bonnie is the latest in adding to the family with the birth of her first child, Sadie Rose, a few weeks ago.

Advent

Advent

Like waiting for the return
Of light
The longest day
Comes first
Like waiting for the return
Of Love
After healing
Has its way
Like waiting for the return
Of peace
The despairing
Come seeking solace; release.

You inch your way
Back into light
Back into love
Back into sight
Like the sun on a winter’s day
Certain of its warmth
When the cold persists
The draft wind cannot
Prevent its shining.

Winter solstice
Your soul or mine
Welcome the darkness
For soon there will
Be time
To shine
Again.
Like the return
Of Christ.
Let all lamps be full
And burning.

I Give You Peace

I give you space for Peace today
To not have to “be” anyone but you
Strong you, weak you, sad you
Happy you, faithful you, doubtful you
Loving you, sick you, fit you
Just…you.

God formed each one of us
Before we were ever known
Our creator knew…and created.
Yes, things got messed up
along the way
Yes, we made mistakes that led, sometimes,
To terrible outbreaks
Of greed, hate and even illnesses.

Still, we are here…
And today
I give you space for Peace.
To be. You.
Be loved.
I won’t try to change you or condemn
You.  Belittle you or dishonor you.
Shame you or rearrange you.
Be loved.
Be you.
Be free.
I give you Peace.

Unexpected Joys…Undeserved Grace

ImageDo you ever get knocked down by Joy? That unexpected, unplanned “something” when you are offered a grace you didn’t deserve, or a hospitality you didn’t expect or simply a conversation that you never dreamed would happen.  But it DOES happen!  And you DO receive grace when you least expect it and there ARE people in the world that offer you hospitality just because it is who they are to do it.  I am on the receiving end of such Joy too often. It seems every week. I even hesitate to write about it because if I write of one, shouldn’t I write of the 100 others? But that’s impossible so I am just going to write about a few experiences…in a foreign land.

I never knew what it was really like to be a “minority” in a place where I am the only one that looks like me, and I am the only one that doesn’t speak the language. I STILL don’t know what that is really like, but I am getting some glimpses.  And while I have a heart for other cultures and truly enjoy the learning … when you are in another country you really appreciate the moments when you happen into someone from your “home”.   Sometimes “home” is the town you grew up in, other times it is the place you live now…but when you are out of the country it is just someone from your own country! Or…in the most surprising way… it is when you are with someone that has been with someone you love.  Do you know that feeling? 

When I was in Guatemala this December I had the gift of meeting two families in Guatemala, whose families I know here in Tennessee.  Some of them have not seen their family member for years….4 years…12 years…6 months.  Parents separated from children,  brothers and sisters waiting for the next time they can see one another face to face. Family. These meetings required two of us to “want” to make the connection.  Me…from the USA;  “them” from Guatemala. And you know what….we WANTED to make that connection! Perfect strangers.  No project is involved. No specific “task” to do.  Except, of course, the task of Love, hospitality and grace.  Maybe these are experiences in grace.

The first encounter happened here in the USA. It began with a man working on the steeple of our church this summer.  From there it was one connection after another until late November when I stood face to face with the parents of a man who lives in the USA but hasn’t seen his Guatemalan family for 14 years. We had no language.

We only shared desire, a recent picture and a JOY to be connected.

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The second encounter happened here in the USA.  It began over a Wednesday night supper at church. In conversations at the table I heard about a local lady who was available for some helping work. I called her. We met. Three months later, I am sharing hot chocolate with her sons in Guatemala…sons she has not seen in 4 years. Again, we had no language, we only shared desire, a common bond through the mom and a JOY to be connected.

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ImageThe third encounter was not so new, except that it is all from this year in Guatemala. This year of 2013. Beatriz was once a child sponsored by mission team members. Today she is a young adult.  We have shared moments of family experiences this year…the time of her mother’s death, the unexpected death of her cousin, and most recently, this December – the arrival of her first child! Death, grief, life…Family. Again, no language, only shared desire and a JOY to be connected.

The fourth encounter happened when my cousin and I showed up at Lucia’s home in Guatemala.  There had been an open invitation but it didn’t include the details of bringing a cousin…or 3 nights and language encounters and a host of other events.  But we were welcomed by the entire family. The nativity was set in place prior to our arrival. Fresh baked goodies were on the counter waiting; breakfast beautifully prepared each day.  It was a table of grace set before us, every day. No reservation. No payment. Only a deeply shared desire and JOY to be connected…

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I believe we are in a season of great opportunity to build bridges across the greatest divides. I believe we are in a time when the Spirit of God is moving about the earth and looking for ways to connect us…to really connect us to SEE one another as real.  Not as numbers or projects or resources. But to say, “you are human; I am too. And you are worthy of a moment of my life to look you in the eyes and say to you: ‘I am your friend’.”  Jesus said, “love one another as I have loved you.”  The way Jesus loves me most often is not measured by a project, task or production. It is rather, by grace. Lord, forgive us when we reduce your creations to projects rather than beautiful expressions of you. 

What unexpected JOY is being placed in your path today?  Just notice it. Notice the person. That’s the first step. The rest will come in time. God is that good!

Coming Home

This  is a Chrismon tree that is full of Christian symbols.  It is traditionally placed in the narthex of our Historic  Sanctuary each year; provided by a family of many generations.
This is a Chrismon tree that is full of Christian symbols. It is traditionally placed in the narthex of our Historic Sanctuary each year; provided by a family of many generations.
Coming home is always bittersweet. Leaving a place and people you love; returning to the reunions of a place and people you love. It is rich and wonderful.

Last night I sat in the pews of our historic sanctuary as the Advent Vespers service provided a space for reflection, prayer and worship. All around me were people I love. A church family is what we call it. People who have known me for many years and people who I am just coming to know. There is history here and there is new life here. I am so grateful for this gift. To have been a disciple seeking when I arrived through those old doors a long time ago…and today to be a pastor who shepherds and serves in the midst. God planted me here and I have grown here.

We are all on a journey and we are taking it together. Not perfect; simply committed to one another and to God. A community of faith. The body of Christ. I am forever grateful for this gift. Where is God planting you?

The View this Morning

Frosty December morning in Tennessee
Frosty December morning in Tennessee
Frosty mornings, holly bearing
Red and green
creation preparing
as you and I make lists
or plans and food.
Sorrow has come here
while I was away
Joy presses forward
determined to stay ahead
of any distraction.
I am home for now
with a deeper heart; a wider view
and ready for this time.
A frosty morn,
sanctuary of praise
quiet peace
Love being born
this Advent.
Let it be.
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Segundo Domingo de Adviento

Second Sunday of Advent

I found myself at the 10am Mass in San Francisco Church today. It is well known for its connection with San Pedro, who was known as the “St. Francis of Assisi of the Americas”. The church was packed today and beautifully prepared for Advent. Purple adorns the altar, robes and sacred spaces. As the incense filled the air and the chants of the liturgy began I simply soaked it all in. Although I cannot understand the language, the liturgy is familiar to me and it feels a bit like home.

San Pedro at the San Francisco Church
San Pedro at the San Francisco Church

My best friend in my earliest years of school was Catholic. I was mesmerized by the nuns who taught in the school where I attended kindergarten: St. Paul’s, in my small town in Kentucky. I thought the nuns were the most wonderful of wonders. They were teaching the grades of the elementary school there so I could observe as we all shared space each day. “Muffins” I called them, for a very long time until my mother realized the snafu and let me know they were “Nuns”, NOT “Muffins”! Mom was embarrassed, I was surprised. They seemed like muffins to me and I loved them.

Three years later Kathy walked into my 3rd grade classroom in the public school. Sharing the “W” of our last names, we were placed in the row together where we remained until November of our sophomore year of high school. When they introduced Kathy that morning in 3rd grade, they said she was from St. Paul’s and I immediately said to her, “you know the nuns!” She became my best friend on the spot. Hers was the classical Catholic family and I spent every Friday night in their home that life would allow. In and out of weddings, funerals and services with Kathy, I became comfortable at being an awkward Protestant in the liturgy of Catholic mass. I loved it. And it is probably all of these same reasons that the United Methodist Church seemed perfectly matched for me when I arrived to it many years later. I grew up Southern Baptist and I have encountered Christ in all of these expressions of Christianity.

This morning I missed my church family at home but I welcomed the liturgy as it began:
“El Senor este con usetedes. Y con tu espiritu. Levantemos el corazon. Lo tenemos levantado hacia el Senor. Demos gracias al Senor, nuestro Dios.” Es justo y necesario….” I soaked in the prayers and choirs and rituals we have come to know as we worship across the world. I let the incense surround me. It is the second Sunday of Advent. The celebration of Messiah is coming soon. Wherever we are, however we are, God finds a way to reach deep into our hearts and speak: “prepare the way for the Lord….” Let it be.

This is a link to the church where mass was held today
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Francisco_Church_(Antigua_Guatemala)

This is a link about San Pedro
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_of_Saint_Joseph_Betancur