Chapels  on  the  Autobahn?

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Chapels on the Autobahn?

I was speeding down the Autobahn in Germany when I saw a sign announcing an “Autobahnkapelle”. A chapel for those putting the pedal-to-the-medal?  Curious, I took the exit.

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God in the City

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God in the City

I don’t consider myself to be a spiritually sophisticated person. Actually, I’ve often thought that if I were given a pop quiz on my theological knowledge, I would be hastily removed from any sort of church leadership. That’s not to say that I don’t value a strong understanding of my faith; in fact, whenever I do spend time in deep study, I feel much more connected with God. It’s just that with time I’ve come to feel God’s presence the strongest through experiences and relationships.

The idea that God is “relational” fundamentally shifts my ideas about who God is. I heard a talk not too long ago by Diana Butler who used the metaphor of God moving from the mountains and into the city. A God in the mountains is far away, scary, and inaccessible. He is certainly not relational, and the only way to gain access to this God is through the “holy elevator” of religious doctrine. A God in the city is close, comforting, and gets his hands dirty. When God moves down from the mountain and into the city, it creates a good deal of angst for religious organizations, because now God is accessible to everyone without the need for holy elevator operators.

A God in the city is close, comforting, and gets his hands dirty.

A God in the city is experienced in new ways. He can be felt through the winds of affection stirring among our closest relationships. He is found in visions of transcendence that fill our minds as we contemplate the vastness of the horizon. He’s found when our sweaty, gritty hands turn over warm, dark soil in preparation for laying down seeds of new life. When God is in the city, we find Him easily by asking “in what ways is God working in this very moment?”.

And so it doesn’t require spiritual sophistication to find God. In my experience, the search for spiritual sophistication can actually get in the way. Lately I’ve been searching for God in the city, where he is much more easily found.

“But ask the beasts, and they will teach you; the birds of the heavens, and they will tell you; or the bushes of the earth, and they will teach you; and the fish of the sea will declare to you. Who among all these does not know that the hand of the Lord has done this? In his hand is the life of every living thing and the breath of all mankind." Job 12: 7-10

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Sunglasses

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Sunglasses

Shades. Tints. Stunners. Sunnies.  They are an integral part of your wardrobe. You keep them in your car.  You examine yourself in the mirror when wearing them to see if you can strike the right ‘tude.   The one off the CD album, of course.  Sunglasses help you see.  But they also help others see you the way you want to be seen.

The thing about sunglasses is that they buffer reality.  The sun’s harsh rays, we now know, can contribute to a host of eye-related problems. The science of optics has increased our chances of beating these odds, if we’d only wear the sunglasses this science designed.

I got to thinking about shades recently.  

I got to thinking about how we all possess filters.  Filters through which we process the good and bad of life, not just the sun’s rays.

I got to thinking about how we all possess filters.  Filters through which we process the good and bad of life, not just the sun’s rays. We’ve all heard of the proverbial “rose colored glasses.”  But isn’t it equally true that some of us put on glasses tinted gray? You know the pair, the ones that throw a cast over everything the color of dirty dishwater.

Here are two recent dishwater-filtered incidents:

A.  I was discussing with a friend a turn of events that left me high and dry, figuring if there were ever a time to indulge in a little self-pity it was now.  The reality is, my day-to-day normalcy has in no way been changed and, given a little time, I will get through this hurdle too. 

B.  I overheard a teenager state that s/he couldn’t wait to become an adult so life could really begin.  Whaaaat?  Most of look back at our high school years as care-free and long for those days.

Here are some incidents I know where a healthy pair of rose-colored glasses really helped out.

A.  “I look forward to coming to your home,” the N.J. Commission for the Blind representative told my mother.  “With a disability like yours, attitude is everything. You’ve not let being legally blind change your zest for life. As a result, there is still so much you’re able to do.”

B. “Cancer can have my body, but it can’t have me!   I am more than just the sum of what’s happening in my cells.”  This attitude helped the elderly individual in question extend her life far beyond what the doctor’s predicted.

How do we go about changing our filter on life?   Choose who you hang out with is one time-proven way.  Friends with positive attitudes help a lot. Consider also this tip from the Apostle Paul, someone who knew difficulty at point-blank range.

“Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.” What is this new pattern of thinking? “Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.  And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. 
Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable - if anything is excellent or praiseworthy - think about such things.” Philippians 4:6-8

But his advice doesn’t end there,

“Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me - put it into practice.”  (verse 9)

Before the shades can do their thing, you’ve got to slip them on.  Put on your pair today.  The only question is: Will they be tinted rose or gray?

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Nic's My Name

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Nic's My Name

If you desire to know the truth that He can speak to you,
Go find Him now; He’s not far off. I know that this is true.                                                                          But certain things he said to me, they caught me quite off guard.
In fact a lot of what he said to me was rather hard.

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To-Do List

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To-Do List

Things are piling up.  A deadline at work is fast approaching.  I brought work home.  Then there are the laundry and vacuuming that have been neglected for a week. Add to that the carry-on that I haven’t yet unpacked from last weekend’s get-away plus a couple of projects I’ve worked on sporadically, and you’ve got a messy house.  Oh!  Did I mention I’m supposed to post on this blog every two or three weeks?  

Stress.  Mess.  I confess…this is me!

The reason I haven’t sat down to write in a while, is that things were pretty much at the same hectic pace last month, too. It’s an old problem.  Moses sent up this prayer to heaven, 

“Teach us to number our days; help us to spend them as we should.” 

Yes, Moses the great leader and administrator felt the pinch, too, as he prayed, “Teach us to number our days and recognize how few they are; help us to spend them as we should.” *

Magazine articles will teach us to color code, create routines, handle each paper only once. But the problem of too much to do in too little time persists.  Maybe that’s why these words that God directs to his people have meant so much to me recently:

"I made you, and I will not forget to help you."

“Pay attention, Israel, for you are my servant; I made you, and I will not forget to help you.  I’ve blotted out your sins; they are gone like morning mist at noon!  Oh, return to me, for I have paid the price to set you free!”**

I may never be free of items on my to-do list; but God has got my back and will help me.  Now back to the laundry.

 

*Psalm 90:12 The Living Bible - Psalm 90 is attributed as “a prayer of Moses”

** Isaiah 44:21-22 The Living Bible (italics mine)

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DaVinci and Me

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DaVinci and Me

"Me in the same league as DaVinci?" you're thinking.  "Who would miss me if I were suddenly gone, the way the Twin Towers were missed when they were obliterated?  A few handfuls of people, perhaps, but not a nation." But that’s exactly why the author placed those two words side by side in the title. 

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A Walk on the Winter Side

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A Walk on the Winter Side

Tonight, on the eve of Snowmageddon, I did a thing that every Mainer does on the day before a nor’easter, and something no one does. I went grocery shopping. Once home, I noticed the lake calling. I decided to walk across the lake, then and there.  At almost 11pm. 

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  Iconic You

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Iconic You

Da Vinci’s The Last Supper.  Rodin’s The Thinker.  Paris’s Eiffel Tower.  NYC’s Twin Towers aflame.  These are iconic images.  To speak of them creates an unforgettable picture in our mind.  What makes these images this way is that they are masterfully constructed, surprisingly anti-conventional, or memorably historic.

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Single at Valentine's

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Single at Valentine's

As a single individual I have often been asked, "What is your type?"   Now, at Valentine’s Day, it may be worth evaluating this idea of “preferring a type”. I actually don't like this question.

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Fresh Starts

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Fresh Starts

My best friend recently became a grandmother for the first time. With great anticipation she expects only the best …first smiles and tottering steps while ignoring the inevitability of blow-out diapers and the tantrums of teething.  Can we look at the new year with the same wonder?

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Artificial or Real?

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Artificial or Real?

There are two types of Christmas tree aficionados, those who extol the virtues of artificial trees and those who prefer the aroma and texture of the real thing.  Which are you?  Do you don your red plaid shirt, jacket, hat and leather gloves to brave a Christmas tree farm?  Or is your garb more to the style of flannel pajamas?

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Christmas? December?

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Christmas? December?

I celebrated Christmas in October this year.  The holiday décor was a bit strange as well.  My decorations were bits of lace and trim sprinkled on the floor from the doll outfits I was sewing.  My husband celebrates Christmas mostly in the warmer months however.

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