The Singing Bowls

Bodhnath (Boudha) in Kathmandu

The Bodhnath (Boudha) stupa is the Tibetan Center of Nepal.  As Hugh Cross put it, “you have no idea what you are about to see”. And indeed, there was no knowing that behind the tall street buildings, shops and city life, a giant dome emerges in the center..with prayer flags blowing in the wind, people walking in meditation, incense filing the skies with the scent of frankincense. Breathe in deep…walk clockwise…let your heart be still. Namaste is the greeting. Silence is the practice. Chants give rise to prayers.

From the leprosy research lab and hospital to the spiritual center of Kathmandu, we simply listen, walk and wonder. Being who we are…we stumble quickly into the shops where Tibetan wares are handmade (or not) with the depth of the culture hammered into their form. The singing bowl makes water dance and the sound of the prayer chants emerge as you run the stick around its edges. We try many. We evaluate the sounds. Each one is different. Can we capture this and take it home? It only takes a moment to understand the people value taking time to honor one another and be with each other. No one here is hurrying; everyone moves about with purpose.

Pigeons are purchased for penance

 

I am thankful we are here. Many cultures meld into this sacred space. Many people come seeking. They feed the pigeons to offer penance. The monks in training are robed in maroon garments wrapped about their bodies to tell us who they are in this space. The monastery is flanked by a coffee shop one one side, pashmina scarves on the other. We are caught between the scared center, the shops and our own journeys. Journeys that keep telling us God is so big and the world as we know it has become small. Let it sing.

Each flag is symbolic of prayers offered

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Finding Our Way

It rained today and we were cold. It fit well with our walk through culture, leprosy and science. The healing hand of God was revealed through the scientists, doctors and researchers that make leprosy their life’s work. I loved being in the medical world again; how fun to have my world merging all the way across the world! We visited the research lab and then the hospital ward at Anandaban Hospital in Kathmandu. We ran into three other Americans who also came to see and learn. One is a research physician from Harvard so Dr. Jim being an alumni was a nice connection. Two non-profit leaders that support the leprosy mission, one from Texas and one from California. All of us finding our way through the realities of this ancient disease that still isolates people physically and spiritually.

 

We learned many things today. Yes, leprosy is curable. But it is also illusive and can lay dormant for years. Poverty, vulnerable immune systems and lack of basic health (clean water, healthcare, food, etc) are major factors that give rise to the disease after you think it is “cured”.  In some cases it can take 20+ years of treating outbreaks to get someone off the meds. All of this is important because comprised immune systems are a huge risk factor. In countries where basic health is at risk, leprosy can find its way in and wreak havoc with a life.

How great is the havoc? We visited the hospital ward where some patients have been more months. The bed is not electronic. It doesn’t inflate and deflate to avoid sores. There is no “call button” for the nurse attached. Most of the patients have portions of their hands, feet and/or legs missing. Leprosy damages the nerves and this often leads to loss of limbs. It is an unforgiving disease.

In the typical Nepali hospital meals are not included in the hospital stay. If you want to eat your family has to bring food to you. In a leprosy ward no one is coming to visit so this hospital feeds all patients. We arrived at meal time and saw many happy smiles as people enjoyed their food.

Food. Basic necessity for life. Compassion. Love. Basic necessities for Life.  Jesus said he wanted us to have life and have it “abundantly”. Sometimes “abundantly” is having someone to care for your wounds, give you a space to sleep and feed you with good food every day. What’s your abundance?

 

Raining in Kathmandu

We arrived in the fog and rain. Everest was hidden from us, as are many other things. We arrive late..wait a long time for 2 bags that didn’t make it…and ultimately land at our hotel in Kathmandu. It is a welcome and enchanting site after 2 days of travel. The rain outside my door sings a cultural melody..of slower pace…of peace..a gentle “welcome”. I came with a carry on and backpack, like everyone else, and already I feel that I packed way TOO much! Do we ever learn simplicity?

Hugh and Dianna

We met up with Dr. Hugh Cross and his wife Diana. Over a Nepali dinner we hear more of their personal story that led them from Zimbabwe to Nepal via a school in Britain where they met, fell in love, married and began an adventure of a liftetime. Hugh became interested in “walking” after 17 years of being a shepherd. His podiatry education led to a PhD and eventually (as all God stories tend to be) to the American Leprosy Mission throughs Asia. From the beginning he was mesmerized and “called”  to leprosy.

The Internet connection is bad so this post is written at 1am Nepal time on March 2nd. When it goes “live” is yet to be seen. Ben and Kate Heacock are on my mind. If they were here we would be finding a way to access Mt. Everest before leaving. As it is, I am thankful just knowing it is somewhere near and probably, without even knowing, I will stand in its shadow this week. Let it be.

Morning in Dubai

The sun is rising here and already it is a morning of blessing.  I woke early for my quiet time and was welcomed by the sound of the prayers coming from….where? It is almost as if they are coming from the air. They float out and everyone hears the chant.  It was the same yesterday as we walked off of the airplane and onto the bridge connecting us. Prayers.

So this morning as I found my way to my prayer space, I was hearing yours. It changes my sense of God. It reminds me, once again, how small God can be when I only hear, see, experience one tradition.  And yet, it is my tradition that grounds me and guides me on the path. I suspect God is big enough to hold us all and I am certain that Jesus is walking through this moment with us.

We fly to Kathmandu today which is in Nepal.  (Dubai is in an area called the United Arab Emirates). Mount Everest is out there and if it is clear we may see much of it when we land.  Anticipation is great.  There are 7 of us on this mission learning excursion.  The three of us, and four members of the American Leprosy Board.  Today we will meet with Hugh Cross, the leader of the mission in Nepal. When he visited our church we were all blessed. What grace of God for us to now be visiting him in his “church”.  Prayers and Peace for the day!

 

A Night of Flying

A Night of Flying: Arrival in Dubai

Do all adventures begin with a need for sleep? In every way I am thankful for 12 hours of flying time to catch up on sleep and rest. The confines of my airplane seat are not an enemy today; it is, instead, the cocoon that wraps me up and holds me until I am rested and ready for the landing that is soon to come.

We don’t know what this adventure holds. There are three of making the journey. We are the eyes and ears of the body of Christ we know in Franklin,TN. We only have the heart of our church, ourselves and the spirit of Christ to carry with us. We come with no expertise. We come with no answers even though we understand our church’s financial support has been a small part of an answer to the leprosy villages in Nepal.

But we have never had leprosy. We have never been to the Eastern part of the world. We haven’t studied leprosy or transformation of communities or Nepalese. We have never been shunned and isolated form our communities. We have not suffered physically to the point of losing not only our physical health, but also emotional and spiritual health. We are not even completely sure how we ended up on this adventure, and yet, we are arriving. I call it the grace of God. Our minds are open and our hearts are ready…to be changed.

We three…different perspectives, different life experiences…united in the love and grace we find unrelenting. Dr. Jim McGinley is a general practitioner that arrives with a mandolin and great sense of humor. Shannon Bennett, who serves on our Missions Team for church, carries the enthusiasm and spirit of adventure that invites you into miracles. We met up with 4 members of the Amercian Leprosy Board and they will be our companions for the remainder of the time. As Christ has loved us, so we are compelled to love others. Let it be.

When You Walk in the Room

I walked in the room; the same room I walk in each week. It is a court of restorative justice. A court where everyone comes to experience some movement of life that says, “We are moving forward; we are healing; we are alive.” It is a room where everyone is important and titles are set aside for the sake of recovery. Addiction meets us all in the space no matter our education, our work, or our family.  We are here from many different perspectives; we share a common purpose of recovery.

The faces are mostly familiar because we show up each week, although we have new ones joining us from time to time. One by one people are added. One by one people “graduate” and continue on to life without the courtroom. The journey of restoration and healing never ends, it just moves places. The Judge always has a word of hope, a word of justice.  She speaks from the wisdom of God.  She reminds us that the boundaries that have been set for us are in good places.  A Psalm is spoken maybe without knowing or awareness. (Ps 16:6)

There was in the room today a new face. She sat next to one of us; one who has been here for many months now. Her closeness and the smile on her face said she was his wife, someone beloved.  She got up and walked over to me, “you are Vona…right?”

It only took two short sentences. I am ___________. I am __________’s daughter. Maybe it is a glimpse of what Elizabeth and Mary experienced when they greeted one another during their pregnancies. It is that unequaled sense that God arranged this meeting long ago. And that our journeys have been guided in such a way that when we needed to be reminded we would show up in the same room in a context we would never have imagined…and only for shared joy.

Our mothers have prayed together for over 30 years now. They don’t live in the same town, nor do they share the same life. What they share is Christ. What they hold in common is prayer. What they follow is the Spirit. I wonder if the other Marys that walked with Jesus ever had daughters that showed up in places they never expected to be and greeted one another by the power of their mother’s prayers?

When he came home with the prayer shawl (knitted by someone in my church) a conversation happened. A connection was revealed. From one prayer group’s faithfulness to another. From one friend to another. From one story to another. Indeed, God is with us. You never know who is in the room.

When It is Me

I had the privilege of working the late night shift at 61st Avenue UMC Last Minute Toy Store a few nights ago. It is what ignites Christmas Spirit for me.  The people we meet and the conversations shared change me a little more each year.  This time one of those conversations inspired a poem:
<pre>
When it is me
I hope someone will listen
When it is me I hope I won’t be condemned
When it is me
I hope someone has the guts
Just to pray with me
Even if I’ve lost all my words
And they lose theirs too.
When it is me
I hope someone will offer me a couch
Or a blow up bed, a floor
Or a meal
Even if only for a few days
Or weeks until I can
Stand again.
When it is me I hope my hair will
Not smell so bad
No one can sit near me
Or if it does, they will have enough
Grace to bear it for just a little while
When it is me…
remember
We all have moments or seasons
or days or lifetimes when we are
“the least of these”. <pre>

October

Billy Graham Cove pumpkin
Ghosts and goblins
pumpkins and mums
fall leaves bursting in color,
with nature offering
its poems and hums
Where would we be
without Octobers?

Chill in the air and
Clear skies at night
Friends gathered for
conversation, wine and
delight
of sharing a
new October.

You have never been here;
Though I have long since known
the gift of Tennessee
autumns to see
how my heart has grown
since spring.
And yes! The leaves…
My how they’ve changed!

girl pumpkin
Costumes and candy
carving pumpkins with songs
knocking on neighborhood
doors
we look to see
where our mask
belongs.

In a sea of disguises
on the wake of storms passing
We share coffee and suppers
quite nearly surpassing
the boundaries
of pain
Disappointments and tears
Casting off the old
nightmares
Letting go of our fears.

mums
It is autumn
It is color
It is f a l l I n g
this October
It is Grace.

Vona Rose Wilson, 2014.
man pumkin

The Wedding Liturgy….Again!

There may be nothing more humbling than the practice of the wedding liturgy. Because it represents so much of our human experience, our human hope. It is the poignant moment of standing with these couples and knowing their stories…THAT moment takes me down to my knees. I remember this bride in 6th grade standing in the hall at church looking for a ride home. I remember that groom sitting at the piano making music. I remember your growing pains, your spiritual journeys and now we keep arriving at the altars where vows of lifetime commitment and love emerge. Your lives change. Forever.

From this day forward…
Honor, cherish, comfort, keep…
With all that I am and all that I have…
I honor you.

It is hard to forget the intent of the covenant of marriage when I am constantly standing at the altars with couples who come to make the covenant. Oh yeah….that IS part of the promise…in sickness and in health. Cherishing IS part of the deal. Honor IS part of the deal. Choosing to be Christ to one another…that IS part of the deal.

I am not the one taking these vows today but I am being refined and sharpened with every word. There is no escaping the promises. The living out of those vows will smooth the rough edges of those who live them. Their hearts will be like the stones in a river that have accepted the current’s refining. Their strength and beauty will increase. What was once “being in love”, becomes a treasure no words can measure. Grounded in God who is Love. Not a bed of roses; but a refuge experiencing God’s love while living in the world together.

And if not…as sometimes happens; If not, there will be crashes. But the river will find another course because Love does persist. Serving as a pastor is the most grounding experience of my life. Daily surrender. Daily confession. Daily awareness of my weaknesses and equally aware of God’s grace to disguise them in divine strength. I live the words Paul penned for us: “My grace is sufficient for you; for my power is made perfect in weakness.” (II Corinthians 12:9) My life changes. Forever. Every time. Let it be.

Water for my Soul

The rains of Latin America are different. I can only speak from Nicaragua and Guatemala. It is like the heavens open and a river flows from it. Powerful, destructive, life-giving…..RAIN! I am always happy for it, though it changes everything, a bit like snowflakes (no blizzard required) change everything in Tennessee. The rain in these other countries beg me to come in the streets and walk. They entice me to remember the joy of playing in puddles and being muddy with creation. Rain also reminds me of tears. The tears of war pour down in Nicaragua. They pour out in Guatemala. Sometimes they pour out in me….maybe also in you.

On the way to Maria's...
On the way to Maria’s…

I’ve come to see tears as water for our souls. God created us with them and gave us moments when they well up and pour out; much like a river that cannot stop itself from flowing. The rain this morning takes me back to just a few days ago when we encountered the pouring rain in Guatemala. Every team got soaked, some more than others. On this particular day, a few of us were walking through the jungle path to visit the home of a young girl who wanted to come home with us. She showed up on our worksite ready to go. We know her; and she knows BJ from team’s past. At first glance, if we had only had time to listen to her once and not visit her home, we would have left saying, “She needs the USA”. But that is not what Maria needed or wanted. She needed Love. A little encouragement that she, in her child-like wisdom, knew would heal her.

The rain is watering the earth for life this morning. And when we have tears – like some shed for Maria, or like we release when an experience is too beautiful to contain, or when the land cries from the shedding of blood; no matter what, our souls are being watered. And after the rains…we bloom, a bit like flowers. God’s bouquet. Praise God for the rains and for tears! maria in the rain

Blooms of Nicaragua, 2008.
Blooms of Nicaragua, 2008.