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Friday, August 10, 2007

Old School Love

I guess you could call this an ode to Grandma, a tribute to the strength of an amazing woman, and to the gratitude I feel for everything she has been to me. Although she will never probably read this, I think its only fair to capture a true love story that she dictated to me a couple of weeks ago.

Its been a year to the day (yesterday though since its after 12) since my grandfather died, very suddenly last August. After 59 years of marriage my grandmother (I call her Podie so that will be the reference from this point on) said goodbye to her one true love, and had to venture out into the unknown, that of a widowed life. Every week she goes up the the cemetery where my grandfather lays, puts some fresh flowers in the vases, clears away the growth from his name plate, and tells him whats been happening. She says a prayer and neither cries, nor yells, but simply serenely gazes upon his grave with a peaceful face. I remember at the funeral watching her slowly stroke the face of my grandfather as he lay in the casket, her lips barely moving as she said her last goodbye to no one else but him. It was quite amazing, watching as a peace seemed to surround her, she seemed to float with a serenity that neither the rest of my grieving family, particularly my little crying cousin, seemed to have. Until recently I never fully appreciated the beauty of that scene, and I never grasped the deep strength and love that my Podie had towards my Gungie (my grandfather) until now.

I found out that they first met while she was working in her family store, and he a young lovesick puppy who came everyday to buy bread, even on the days his family didn't need any. Although he had a girlfriend at the time, a couple of looks from my Podie sent him flying high, and he fell in love with her. Podie said that she knew he was ok, because he was a "square", a good looking gentleman, someone who she knew she could trust. They got married and had kids, grand kids, living a full life in which family was always a top priority. To me it seems that "The Notebook" became alive through my grandparents, a true and real story of love.

And it culminates at what my Podie told me a couple of weeks ago. She said "You know, if there was a rich man who came and asked me to marry him I wouldn't. You know why? Because there will always be only one man in my life, and that is your Gungie. There was only one man in the world like him, he was special. And I will always love him, I could never love anyone else."

For not so sappy people like me, it blew me away. True love, here at its best, found in the love of my Podie and Gungie. Two ordinary people living a tough life, that reflects as best as anyone can express what love is. And it continues to amaze me, to see my Podie, a woman who has lost her one true love, continue to revel in the goodness of that relationship, of that friendship, of that love. She is neither consumed by brokenness, sadness, and by what she has lost, but instead hopes, perseveres and continues to bless God in all things. I only wish that I could have half her strength and faith.

It makes me wonder at the power of love, and how if this is simply an expression of human love, then how amazing must the love of Christ be for his people. If earthly devotion is manifested on such a level, how much more extravagant must the eternal devotion be to us?

It's all things I cannot fathom, and yet to see something so good in my Podie, and to know that better things await us, seems almost unbelievable.


Sunday, August 05, 2007

A Full Heart

The beginning of this new blog started with my questioning of the purpose of this summer. The fact that I felt lost in my quest for understanding amidst my ministry and job. And yet here I am again, stupefied by the plan that I never could have conceived of and was too much in my human element to pay attention to. Instead the greater plan, His plan showed me up, humbled me, and put my heart at ease, much more then when I tried to on my own. So here I am bowing my head with a humbled but full heart. Full of ease, patience, and love for God and the path that he paved for me. Just when I thought that this summer had no purpose, the surprise came in a very happily received gift.

In second Corinthians 5 there is a passage about the ministry of reconciliation. Being reconciled to God, which leads to reconciliation among brothers and sisters. So what was my gift? Just that, reconciliation. In Jimmy's sermon today he stated that there is a difference between reconciliation and forgiveness, that they're not the same. I realized that although I can forgive people, its the reconciliation that I can't seem to do. Whether I'm in the right or not, I seem to feel that I'd rather take it and deal with it all myself, instead of letting both parties take responsibility. I like to bottle my emotions and personally try to figure them out rather then let anyone help me. And what the purpose of this summer was, was to let God show to me that reconciliation, and in some sense confrontation, is meant to be a two way street. Of course it makes it harder, more awkward, and has to be more vulnerable, but its the only way that true reconciliation occurs. Haha you'd think that I'd understood that already, but hey I guess I'm pretty dense. =)

So 3 confrontations, 3 talks, 3 perfectly timed moments from God, and 3 rebuilt relationships. Jesus didn't just die to save me, among the many things his death did was also create the bridge so that all believers had a way to reconcile with each other. And let me tell you, that sacrifice makes all the difference. People wonder what makes the bond of Christ so special, and its the message of reconciliation. Heavenly grace extended that lets human grace take place.

So this summer wasn't at all what I thought it was supposed to be about. Though in some ways I did do and learn a lot of what I thought I would of course, but its this moment, that the tapestry weaves an intricate design that is complete. The design shows that I am not meant to be as independent as I always think I am. It shows that I am not supposed to deal with my emotions all alone, that fellowship is far more important than I thought it was.



And so my heart is full. Today was the cherry on top, a delightful sunrise after months of stormy weather. All I can do is continue to praise God that his ways are not mine, and that his plan is not mine either. And so I say all this with a happy mind, peaceful soul, and a heart that is bursting, that GOD is GOOD.


Saturday, August 04, 2007

Open the eyes of my heart...........

It's quite common to hear this phrase on Sunday during worship. In fact the song is a classic, sung at most contemporary churches around the country, and yet the true meaning of this phrase is really a dozen songs in itself. For so many years I thought I understood the message of these words, but only last year did I realize that it wasn't just a concept, but rather an explosion of emotion, of understanding, of wisdom and of wonder, it was the moment that God made the blind man see again. For a while I've been selfishly basking in my own understanding, my realization moment, the moment I actually can say that I've met with God for a fleeting second. But tonight God not only humbled me but brought me to a new and more exciting revelation, by allowing me to see the glory fill my brothers and sisters eyes when they too began to see, to REALLY see out of their hearts.



Trying to hear them explain what they felt only to know that it almost cannot be expressed brought me so much joy. It's like trying to explain a great dessert, a first kiss, or seeing a fantastic movie. There aren't many words, and by trying to explain it you want to explode, your words get caught up in a frenzy as you try to articulate yourself, while your hands fly, gesticulating emotions and meaning. It's not enough to say that "God is good" but its truly what you mean for the first time in your life, and for once it has real meaning, true value. The world makes sense in some weird way, the Word makes sense even more, as you see people through God's eyes. Your heart starts breaking for people you used to despise, you want to pray for everything and everyone, and you want to cry and laugh all at the same time. So somehow you just end up talking a bunch and can't stop smiling, and its finally that you know this is real. Its not just a religion, its not just a Sunday school lesson, but THIS IS REAL. And then you are filled with passion, so much passion that you wonder how you even lived before.


Suddenly you see visions, you hear God's voice loud and clear, you want to do so much to help the world, and yet you don't even know where to start. You want to minister, to plant seeds, to see people saved, you want to pray for those who are hurting, and you want to share all this with everyone you know. And suddenly things start to happen, things that you always just thought happened in the old times, and suddenly God is answering crazy prayers, and suddenly you start praying crazy prayers and it just keeps going in a cycle. Encouragement from everyone seems to fill up your heart and you just want to explode with goodness, with love, and with God. And finally its all so clear, so simple, so worth it. And you realize that this, this FEELING is what being a Christian is all about, and that its all so beautiful.




And for once you understand beauty.


Thursday, May 31, 2007

Learning to breathe...................again.

As I sit here wasting another summer day away, facebooking, and talking to old friends, I look back at this school year and find myself coming from one of the best years I've ever had. The thing is that it wasn't at all perfect. I hurt a lot of people, I got hurt, I learned, I forgot, I clung tight to God and then ran away, and yet in the scheme of things realized the goodness that prevailed through all of it. Driving home last night it struck me that for this moment I can say that I am happy, not perfect of course, but happy. And not in a happy for a moment because everything is going my way, but happy because I have physically and emotionally seen what it means to know that God is good. And its not by counting my blessings, or because I've been reading the Word so much, not because I've even had friends that have been teaching me a ton (though they all did help), rather its because of a change in perspective. Learning to breathe again. Starting over. Falling and finally understanding that there are mountains above me, and then climbing the mountain and actually seeing the valleys below. Its looking at people through the way that God wants them to be, the way he has made them to be, the way he has chosen them to be, not the way that I think they should be because I'm not God. Learning to focus on what's important, finding that sometimes a five hour long conversation has more love in it than 2 years of pretending to care.


At a retreat I went to this past weekend, there is one thing that has stuck out in my mind. The pastor said "How can there be a fragrance without breaking the alabaster jar?" For those of you not familiar, perfume used to be kept in this stone jar, and only when that jar was completely smashed, and broken down, was there the sweet smell of the perfume.

And in essence thats what my change in perspective is, its about God breaking the jar that holds my heart so tightly, so that in fact he can let the perfume emanate to others, so that not only am I blessed, but others too. We hold on so tightly to the things that let us hide, whether its our family, our insecurities, our secrets, our relationships, our knowledge, our individuality or our independence. And its funny, because holding on is the opposite of what God wants. He wants us to let go and let him, and its amazing how by finally lifting the veil is he able to begin a good work.



You wonder sometimes (like I did) why does it seem like no matter how much I try I cant seem to get to know God the way I want to know him? It's because we have it all backwards. We come to God with our alabaster jar expecting him to take it and not break it, and then when he starts telling us he's going to, we freak out, and take it back. Instead of letting him have it, we put it into another jar hoping that maybe, just maybe he'll forget it, and wont notice it. And every time God tries to remind us, we keep sticking it in another jar, trying to hide it again, until the jars get so big that we have no choice but to notice it. And finally we have to let God break it, which coincidentally is what he's been trying to do all along, its just that we were too scared to let him do it.

And when it breaks the jars shatter into a million pieces, and we think that its all fallen apart. Yet suddenly the sweet essence of the perfume comes wafting out, and we realize that what we had held onto is in fact so good when its let out. And then we see that God is good, almost too good to believe, but isn't that what he promises us in the first place?


"Hello, good morning, how you do?
What makes your rising sun so new?
I could use a fresh beginning too
All of my regrets are nothing new

So this is the way
that I say that I need You
This is the way
This is the way

That I'm learning to breathe
I'm learning to crawl
I'm finding that You and
You alone can break my fall
I'm living again, awake and alive
I'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies

Hello, good morning, how you been?
Yesterday left my head kicked in
I never, never thought that
I would fall like that

Never knew that I could hurt this bad

I'm learning to breathe
I'm learning to crawl
I'm finding that You and
You alone can break my fall
I'm living again, awake and alive
I'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies

So this is the way
that I say that I need You
This is the way
That I say I love You
This is the way
That I say I'm Yours
This is the way
This is the way"

- Learning to Breathe, Switchfoot


Sunday, April 15, 2007

 Subways = Relationships

As I was waiting for the subway today, I got insanely frustrated. I was waiting for uptown train, and within a half hour the count was: uptown trains: 0 downtown trains: 3. For those have never experienced the disappointment of waiting for the train, thinking its the one you need, only to find out its on the other side of the track and the wrong one.........well I'm sorry.

Sorry you ask? Why would I be sorry that you have never experienced the long wait, and the trickery of the subway system? Because it means you haven't also experienced the complete joy when you finally feel the powerful breeze of the train coming down the tracks, and you haven't been able to see the light at the front of the train coming out of the darkness of the tunnel. And so while I was waiting today for the subway I realized in some sense that the subways are a lot like relationships.

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Reason 1: Don't take the first subway that comes along because if you get on the wrong one, you won't get to your destination.

Today I watched 3 trains pass. I could have gotten on any of them, but they would have taken me downtown, taking me in a backwards direction from where I needed to go. Sometimes we want to take the first person that comes along, or the second or third, when we know that they're not right, or that they will only take us in a reverse direction from where we need to be with God. Sometimes we know that the train isn't the right one, especially when God places blatant signs in front of us, but somehow we think that if we take that chance that we'll get there faster. We let our impatience get them best of us, maybe because society, parents, friends, or ourselves make us forget that patience really is a virtue.

Reason 2: Read the signs or you will get lost.

When in a relationship with someone or thinking about it, make sure that you read the signs. Friends and family are usually a good indicator of what a person is really like. If your friends/family tell you that he/she is wrong for you, you should listen because sometimes we get blinded by the emotions and then misread the signs and end up at the wrong subway line. While it is true that maybe friends/family may be biased, if they don't like the person, how are you ever going to be able to be content in being with them when no one really likes them?

Reason 3: Waiting for the right subway ensures that you will get to the right destination, and is more exciting because you've been waiting for so long, that your joy is greater when the subway comes.

The right relationship is definitely worth the wait (no matter what society tells you). Think about it, when you're kind of hungry, a meal isn't necessarily that satisfying, compared to when you've been waiting the entire day to eat. In the same way, when you're waiting for the subway and you finally see the light, you become so happy because finally the moment has come. When we wait for the right types of relationships that are God-given, they are that much more rewarding and blessed, and we are more content then we would have been if we had been impatient.

Reason 4: God's timing is different for everyone, and sometimes you catch the earlier subway, and sometimes you just miss it by a minute.

For some people God might allow them to get into a relationship earlier in their life. Sometimes we miss the subway and wish we could have been on that one, but God chooses for us to take the next train instead. It doesn't mean its a bad thing that one person got on the first subway and the other got on the second because eventually they get to the same place, its just that the timing is different.

Reason 5: They are both uncomfortable and awkward.

If you have never been on a subway standing 2 inches away from the chest of one lady, while feeling the breath of an old man on the back of your neck, while getting hit on the leg by the little kid sitting on the seat by you, while smelling the armpit of a hairy man on your left, well then you definitely have something you need to do in your life.  Relationships are awkward and uncomfortable and not meant to be easy. But sometimes we just need to endure the awkwardness because it allows us to reach to point when we can finally escape the crowded subway and get fresh air (although sometimes the air outside turns out to be just as gross as the air inside).

Reason 6: Sometimes in order to get to where we need to, we have to take a few different trains.

For some people they may just need to get on one train and they reach their destination. Maybe their path is simply taking the 6 train uptown to Grand Central and thats it. For others it takes a couple switches before they make it. Their path takes them uptown from Canal to Union Square, which they then switch to the L train which takes them to 8th Ave before they then get on the blue line which takes them further uptown to Port Authority from which they then get on a bus to take them out of New York and to who knows where. Getting on different trains is like how sometimes God puts us in a relationships to take us to a place where we either learn something or must get into a different one. The train that took us from Canal to Union Square was just a part of the entire trip, and in the same way sometimes God puts us in these relationships because they are a transition step that he uses to mold us to be more like him. Without getting on these different trains we can't make it to our destination, and so sometimes we just have to follow the extensive path. Also sometimes we realize that instead of making all those switches, we could have walked further down Canal Street, gotten on the blue line there, which would have gotten us to Port Authority without making the other switches. But its all a learning experience, isn't it?

Reason 7: Relationships and subways are both good things, when used appropriately.

God created relationships because he knew we would need them, just like how the creators of the subways knew it would make traveling easier. Sometimes we get frustrated by them, sometimes we think it would have been better if we had just walked to our destination, or rather walked away from it all, but at its very core, they were both created for good. If it wasn't created for good, then it would be easy to stop using it, to stop being in them. But God created it for his glory and to bless us, and while it's not always that easy to see why, its about having the faith that you can and will reach your destination eventually. It's also about knowing when its worth it or not. Why take the subway for a couple of blocks (taking you 20 minutes with the wait) when you could walk there in less then 15 minutes? Not only does it take longer, but you also waste $2.00 on the trip.

Reason 8: Simply put: Crazy things happen in relationships and on subways.

Don't think I have to explain this last one.

 

Ok so maybe I took the metaphor a little too far, but I think there's definitely truth in it. And sometimes we get on the train expecting it to be local and its the express train. Sometimes parts of the subway are under construction and so we find that our lives unexpectedly take a turn we never expected. It is then that God can surprise us either by presenting us with the opportunity for a new relationship, or by giving us a feeling of contentment in being single. Though we think we have control, sometimes our lack of control lets God lead us in the right direction, and we may be surprised that we end up getting to Port Authority by taking the N train to 42nd and walking over a couple blocks.

 

Thanks God for using even a rainy, stormy day and a long wait at the subway to teach me something new.



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