March 22, 2010

a Vision of the Kingdom

I have a rule. It's really more of a guideline than a rule, but I still try to follow it. My rule is this:
Whenever I go to a place at which I think I'll have to wait, I bring a book along, to read while waiting.
Here are some examples: going to the DMV, mailing a package at the Post Office, or going to a doctor's appointment. You get the picture. It's really a brilliant idea (not my own, I stole it from a minister's wife I once knew), an idea which has enabled me to read untold hundreds of pages over the years. It's a really, really good rule... most of the time.

The other day, I broke the rule. Well, not exactly, because I wasn't expecting to have to wait. Silly me. Anyway, in I went, sans-book. I had stopped by the eye doctor to get the nose piece replaced on a pair of glasses. It was a small repair, so I thought I'd be in and out in no time. Again, silly me. It was late afternoon, the office was short staffed, and more than a few folks were already there, at various stages in the fitting of their glasses.

So I sat down to wait. There was a really nice looking iMac computer on the counter (maybe to entertain kids while waiting), so I fiddled with it a bit. But it was not connected to the internet, so my interest quickly waned. "Drat" I thought. What WAS I thinking, not bringing a book in?!?! As I quickly surveyed the other patients waiting ahead of me in the queue, contemplating a trip out to the truck to retrieve my book, my eyes rested on a young dad and his little son, perhaps 7-8 years of age. I watched the optician cleaning a pair of glasses as the man, already wearing glasses, and boy watch. The little boy's eyes were growing wide with excitement and anticipation. It was at this point that the Spirit snuck up behind me and peeled back my Eyelids so that I could See, really See, the wonder and holiness just across the room from me.

The boy was getting his first pair of glasses. His dad wore glasses, and now the son was getting some of his very own. As the optician finished cleaning them and gently fit them on the boy's nose and over his ears, I was overcome by the holiness of the moment. The circumstances that had foiled my obeying my "rule" had provided me an opportunity to be Still and See. I was given a priceless Gift, I was given a Moment of Stillness and Silence in my heart to set aside my agenda, my schedule, my "rule", in order to view something priceless... a proud child taking a step in his father's footsteps and beaming in the Joy of the Moment. It was a moment of Enlightenment for me.

As I sat across the room from this Holy scene, I prayed a prayer of thanks for being given such an undeserved gift. My agenda was to read some pages in a book about God. But instead, I was given a Glimpse of God Himself, and his Holiness. Thank You. I go forward from that day with the determination to open my eyes and ears more to those around me, hoping to catch another Glimpse of the Kingdom right in front of my face!

Grace and Peace

March 14, 2010

Happy Pi Day!

Wishing all you fellow Pi fans a happy Pi Day 2010! (see Google's tribute at right) Pi was the first irrational number I met in my mathematical life, and has proven to be a faithful friend and extremely useful. At those times when, try as I may, I cannot maintain a rational mood or worldview, my friend Pi reminds me that rationality is not a prerequisite for success in our beautifully mathematical world. Sometimes one has to walk on the wild side of irrationality to fully describe the circle of life in which we find ourselves. We do not have a perfect circle without the irrationality of my friend Pi. We need to embrace the irrationality in our lives that make us perfectly rounded (if that is not too corny to say). Here's to irrationality! Here's to my friend Pi.

March 7, 2010

epidemic of Good?

The following is taken from a book I'm reading during Lent entitled "Power and Passion - Six Characters in Search of Resurrection". It is written by Samuel Wells, the Dean of Duke University Chapel. This selection describes how Christ turns things upside-down as He brings His Kingdom among us:
"I have claimed that Jesus was a real revolutionary in a way that Barabbas and the Zealots were not. I want now to explain that claim under three headings, the first of which is purity. As I have demonstrated, purity lay at the heart of Jewish objection to Roman rule and at the heart of the way different parties responded to it. The high priests were content as long as their own purity and that of their sacrifices were not compromised. The Pharisees saw the land as polluted by Roman occupation and sought to develop an inner purity. The Essenes believed purity was possible only in a secluded community. The Zealots believed no purity really counted as long as the Romans were still present.
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The transformation in purity Jesus brings is most vividly displayed in his encounter with the woman who had been bleeding for twelve years (Mark 5.25—34). The woman, whose sickness made her permanently unclean, came up behind Jesus and touched the ritual fringes on the hem of his cloak. Immediately she was healed. The significance of this story is the way it shows that, for Jesus, infection works contrary to the expectations of Pharisees or Zealots. It is not that the woman’s disease makes Jesus unclean; on the contrary, it is Jesus’ holiness that cleanses the woman. Jesus’ holiness is highly infectious — the woman only touches the hem of his cloak and she is transformed. No longer is life lived in perpetual anxiety about becoming defiled; with Jesus, life is lived in perpetual anticipation of being transformed.
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So to say Jesus brought a revolution whereas the Zealots did not is to refer to the way Jesus transformed the notion of purity. Holiness is not an achievement secured by keeping oneself unsullied by the world. It is an infectious disease caught by keeping close to Jesus and to the people with whom he spent his time."
This reminded me at once of the "Good Infection" that C.S. Lewis described in his classic work "Mere Christianity".
"Now the whole offer which Christianity makes is this: that we can, if we let God have His way, come to share in the life of Christ. If we do, we shall then be sharing a life which was begotten, not made, which always has existed and always will exist. Christ is the Son of God. If we share in this kind of life we also shall be sons of God. We shall love the Father as He does and the Holy Ghost will arise in us. He came to this world and became a man in order to spread to other men the kind of life He has - by what I call 'good infection'. Every Christian is to become a little Christ. The whole purpose of becoming a Christian is simply nothing else."
My hope is that I can be a part of this infectious movement, this revolution of Good, and that all of us who are smitten by this bug will band together to form an epidemic of Good that cannot be stopped, for which there is no cure, and that transforms our world and our reality.

March 3, 2010

no ordinary people...

I long for my eyes always to be open to this Truth:
"There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilization these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit immortal horrors or everlasting splendours. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of that kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have, from the outset, taken each other seriously no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption. And our charity must be a real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner no mere tolerance or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment. Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbour is the holiest object presented to your senses. If he is your Christian neighbour he is holy in almost the same way, for in him also Christ vere latitat - the glorifier and the glorified, Glory Himself, is truly hidden."

C. S. Lewis
"The Weight of Glory"
June 8, 1941

lets make a difference!!!