"For a Little While" Reflections on John 13:31-35

“Little children, I am with you only for a little longer and where I am going, you cannot come.” The darkness closes in and the candles burn brighter in the upper room. Quiet hymns of praise, mark the changing of the story and the crucifixion marches on – marches on to the garden to the place of new beginnings and the voice of Jesus cries out, “Father, if you are willing, remove this cup from me; yet, not my will but your be done.” 

Alone for a little while and what will we do? How often don’t we feel so alone, so afraid of the night sounds and we wonder if we’ll see tomorrow. But Jesus gives us an important commandment that calls upon a sacrifice – a sacrifice of love. “I give you a new commandment, that you love one another. Just as I have loved you, you also should love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.” 

While in the Upper Room that dark and gloomy night, “Jesus got up from the table took off his outer robe, and tied a towel around himself. Then he poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples’ feet and to wipe them with the towel that was tied around. Him.” Then, to show how to love Jesus began to teach the disciples that just as he has washed the feet of the disciples, you also ought to wash one another’s feet. For I have set an example. Very truly, I  tell you, whoever receives one whom I send receive me and whoever received me receives him who sent me. All this is to tell us that in the absence of our Savior, for a little while, we will be alone, but Jesus will send to us an advocate, Spirit God that will sustain us through the darkest hours and in the meantime, we must love one another, as God has loved us.

While shadows grow darker and the flames of the candle grow dim, one of us will betray our Lord, one of us will deny that we know Jesus many times, many of us will flee from the loud cries of crucifixion, and won’t be present to hear the hammer strike the head of the nail and the cry of our Savior shout out, “Father, why have you forsaken me!” The hour is coming when we must stand alone and where will we be standing? Perhaps we’ll gather in the home of a friend, lock the doors and hope no one saw us with the Lord. Maybe we’ll stand in the shadows of the night, just peaking a little to see for ourselves if Jesus was right when he said to us, “The Son of Man is to be betrayed into human hands, and they will kill him, and three day after being killed, he will rise again.” Or will we be at the foot of the cross to hear him say, “It is finished.” Where will you be?

"This is my Lord" Reflections on Philippians 2:5-11

Then he asked his disciples, “Who do people say that I am?” When Peter, James and John went to the mountain top with Jesus, the clothes of Jesus became dazzling white and there appeared to them Elijah with Moses and they were talking with Jesus. We shall make a shrine here, we shall have a shrine to Elijah and to Moses and to you Jesus, and the generations will worship you. 

The disciples answered Jesus, “Some say you are Elijah, while others say you are Moses or John the Baptist.” Peter, James and John wanted to build a shrine for Jesus, Moses and Elijah, but Jesus rebuked them and said, “But, who do you say that I am?” On the top of the mountain, God brought together the significant prophets that shaped the promise of God’s people. Like the baptism of Jesus, the voice of God was heard, identifying Jesus as the Son of God and we were admonished to listen to him and Jesus took the disciples down to the mountain where there was sadness and suffering, pain and trouble, injustice and hunger, children dying, women beaten, and men forsaken. There’s no time to worship on the mountain, there’s work to do. 

 

Then Peter identified Jesus as the Messiah and went on to teach them many things. He said that the Son of Man must undergo great suffering, and be rejected by the elders, the chief priest, and the scribes, and be killed, and after three days rise again. He taught them that greatest ones among us would deny themselves and take up their cross and follow him.” For this is the mind we must have among us: 

“Let this same mind be in you that was Christ Jesus, who, though he was in the form of God, did not regard equality with God as something to be exploited, but emptied himself, taking the form of a slave, being born in human likeness. And being found in human form, he humbled himself and became obedient to the point of death – even death on a cross.” 

 

This is the Christ! The Son of the Living God. This is my God.

"This is the Fast I Choose" Reflection on Isaiah 58:6-9

As the dust of Ash Wednesday settles, vestiges of another time, we find ourselves on this day wondering if our ashes delight God – a sign of humility and complete submission to the One who created heaven and earth and planted a garden to be our home. The dust of Ash Wednesday seems far from our memory on the threshold of the crucifixion of Jesus. Day after day we seek God, hoping we’ve got it right this time.

In addition to the ashes that marked our foreheads with the words, “Turn away from your sins and embrace the good news” or “You are dust and to dust you shall return.” These are words that frame the season of Lent and we hope that our actions delight God and draw us nearer to God. Throughout the years, we’ve participated in various disciplines that help us experience the fullness of this season. Some of us fast and pray daily, eating only after sunset or before the sun rises. At times we have dutifully put quarters into our self-denial folders, some of us give something up and others eat fish on Friday. Whatever we may do, there is one thing we know for sure that that is at this time of year, more than any other time of year, and participate in a more rigorous spiritual life. And we wonder, does this delight God? Is this what God would have us to do in this season of Lent? 

 

 Amid the ashes of Ash Wednesday, the path we’ve chosen to take as we practice spiritual disciplines we hope delight our God, but the words from the Prophet Isaiah calls us to something different. God does not seem to delight in our ashes, our fasting, fish on Friday, or quarters in our Lenten Self-Denial folder. There is something that pleases God even more. 

"Is not this the fast that I choose: to lose the bonds of injustice?” Where do you see injustice, where is love qualified, shared only with people who think and act like me? What delights God more than fasting, alms giving, a more disciplined spiritual life, or passing up the chocolate for seven weeks, does not delight God if justice is ignored in our communities, our nation, or the world. Is not the fast that God chooses, the fast of injustice? Does God not ask us to “let the oppressed go free, and to break every yoke, every yoke” that keeps us or anyone else from knowing freedom. Is this not the fast that God chooses? Is this not what would delight God? When we share our bread with the hungry, provide a safe place for the homeless and the poor and when we share our clothing with the naked, this is what delights God more than anything else. When we succeed in doing these things and when we cry out to the Lord, then God will hear us and say to us, “Here I am.”

Morning Song

It was mid-March and a short break in winter's slow march to spring time connections when I woke early and took a morning walk. It began with the quiet rhythm of the soft cry of a Mourning Dove. As I listened to the gentle song and my mind went back to Northern Wisconsin when we took family vacations in the north woods. Before the sun lifted the misty fog from warm lake in July, I'd wait for my father at the fishing pier and listened to the Mourning Doves calling out my name. That's where I seemed to have disappeared for a time early this morning as the frigid grasp of winter breaks with the rising of the sun. 

As the Mourning Dove sang its lonely song, I heard the rustling of wings grow louder and louder as thousands of fluttering wings from a brood of starlings passed through at the beginning of this new day. There wings were like the crescendo of a thousand drums. As their wings rustle through the morning breeze,  the sound of their traveling wings add to the morning song of the quiet, mournful song of a solitary dove perched in the trees above. 

As daylight breaks the darkening horizon, the staccato barking of a  fox joins the morning song.  As I stood amid nature's amphitheater and listened to the chorus, God's hand of grace opened my my tired eyes and gave life to a heart still waiting for the warming sun. As the chorus continued their morning song,  I was in box seats of a magnificent orchestra that opened my heart to a new day.

The concert continues, each voice adding to the new day with this new song.The steady quiet rhythm of the song of the Mourning Dove, the dramatic movement of starling wings adds to the morning song. The staccato bark becomes the counter-rhythm of a, barking fox and a robin's descant adds color and beauty to this composition, welcoming the morning with God's heavenly chorus.

Prayer:

God, help me to hear the sounds of a thousand wings today and may I hear the music of the morning. May the song I write be a praise gift to you and may our  music  be  filled with descants, counter rhythms and a welcome response to your glory. Amen.