Thursday, March 26, 2015

Rachel Held Evans' interview and blog post links

My priest sent me this article to see what I thought about it. I loved it!! It sums up my feelings, and wraps them up in a concise, nice, neat, and funny package with a bow on top.

Another great thing about that article is taht it linked to another article (this one) that is an interview with Rachel Held Evans that I read about a week ago and loved, and I've been looking for it ever since. It explains much of what I love about the Episcopal church as well.

My reason for posting the here is that anyone who is wondering more about why I'm going to an Episcopal church can read the articles - especially the interview. My views are very similar to hers. Also, I want to be able to go back and read them later; I never lose things on my blog (like the addresses of articles I want to re-read) like I do in real life! ;)

♥ Melody

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Mirroring God's Light.

Today, I watched a video from the "#Lent 2015 It's time to...." series that I found on The Episcopal Church facebook page. This was the one:
What’s your identity? What are you to be about? Why don’t you be a lover: to presume that why God has extended your life into this day, is for the cause of love. To receive God’s love in every way into your being and then to reflect that love outward. Hildegard of Bingen, the great medieval abbess, said we should be mirrors. We should be mirrors, mirroring God’s light and God’s love with great generosity everywhere we go. Love: love is of our essence.

-Br. Curtis Almquist

It reminded me of a story from Robert Fulghum that I read many years ago in his book, It Was On Fire When I Laid Down On It. (I found a portion of the story here.
What is the Meaning of Life?
by Robert Fulghum

A Greek philosopher and teacher ended a lecture asking, “Are there any questions?” In the audience was Robert Fulghum who asked, “Dr. Papaderos, what is the meaning of life?”

Fulghum relates: “The usual laughter followed, and people started to go. Papaderos held up his hand and stilled the room and looked at me for a long time, asking with his eyes if I was serious and seeing from my eyes that I was. ‘I will answer your question,’ he said. Then taking his wallet out of his hip pocket, he fished into it and brought out a very small, round mirror, about the size of a quarter. Then he said, ‘When I was a small child, during the war, we were very poor and we lived in a remote village. One day, on the road, I found several broken pieces of a mirror from a wrecked German motorcycle. I tried to find all the pieces and put them together, but it was not possible, so I kept only the largest piece. This one. And by scratching it on a stone, I made it round. I began to play with it as a toy and became fascinated by the fact that I could reflect light into dark places where the sun would not shine – in deep holes and crevices and dark closets. It became a game for me to get light into the most inaccessible places I could find. I kept the little mirror, and as I went about my growing up, I would take it out in idle moments and continue the challenge of the game. As I became a man, I grew to understand that this was not just a child’s game but a metaphor for what I might do with my life. I came to understand that I am not the light or the source of the light. But light – truth, understanding, knowledge – is there, and it will only shine in many dark places if I reflect it.

‘I am a fragment of a mirror whose whole design and shape I do not know. Nevertheless, with what I have, I can reflect light into the dark places of this world – into the black places in the hearts of men – and change some things in some people. Perhaps others may see and do likewise. This is what I am about. This is the meaning of my life.’

“And then he took his small mirror and, holding it carefully, caught the bright rays of daylight streaming through the window and reflected them onto my face and onto my hands folded on the desk.”
I hope that I can be a mirror, shining the Light exactly where I'm supposed to, every single day.
♥ Melody

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

John 9:35-38

John 9:35-38 (New Living Translation (NLT)) (After Jesus had healed the blind man, and the Jews had cast the blind man out after questioning him about who had healed his blindness)

35 When Jesus heard what had happened, he found the man and asked, “Do you believe in the Son of Man?”

36 The man answered, “Who is he, sir? I want to believe in him.”

37 “You have seen him,” Jesus said, “and he is speaking to you!”

38 “Yes, Lord, I believe!” the man said. And he worshiped Jesus.

Different scriptures affect people differently. The kind of faith like the blind man had is the kind of faith that I strive for: I may be told that TRUTH looks one way, but when it comes looking differently than I expected, I recognize it for what it is, because I'm feeling (and discerning) with my heart and spirit. The Jews, though they had physical sight, were blind to who Jesus was.

My hope is that I can always have faith and discernment like that. The Jews entirely missed the Messiah that they had been waiting and watching for because he wasn't who they expected him to be. I hope that my heart will always be sensitive enough to hear and know the Lord.
♥ Melody