I have just finished reading an article about the effects of threatened deportation on refugee children in Sweden. No country has responded to refugees with greater diligence and consciousness than Sweden. Yet, for nearly two decades, the political question of what to do about migration has played out in the bodies of children, with hundreds of refugee children falling into a state that has been named, “resignation syndrome.”
Reflecting on today’s lessons, reminded me of the story of two horses, and of something a colleague once wrote. “From a distance, each horse looks like any other horse. But if you stop you will notice something quite amazing…. Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that it is blind. The owner chose not to have the blind horse put down, and made a good home for him. However, if you stand nearby and listen, you will hear the sound of a bell. If one looks around for the source of the sound, one will see that it comes from a smaller horse in the field. Attached to that horse’s halter is a small bell, which lets the blind horse know where the smaller horse is – so the blind horse can follow.
I am awful at waiting. When I was 15 years old I discovered All Saints Pasadena. I discovered All Saints when reading about the 2009 General Convention — as most 15 year olds do. I remember running into my kitchen saying, “Mom! General Convention this summer is being held near Pasadena and that’s where All Saints is and I have to go!” Why did a 15 year old from Missouri want to go visit All Saints? I wanted to see people like me doing the type of work I wanted to be doing nearly a decade later.
Nearly ten years have gone by since mother Teresa passed away. Today I want to share with you one of her beautiful writings. May your heart be filled knowing that our creator thirsts for you and loves you through and through. – Jim Loduha
I Thirst For You, by Mother Teresa
I know you through and through – I know everything about you. The very hairs of your head I have numbered. Nothing in your life in unimportant to me, I have followed you through the years, and I have always loved you – even in your wanderings.
For many, Lent is an opportunity to fast, to completely stop or do less of that “thing” that we know it is hard for us to stay away from. In doing so, we do some kind of penance and aim to be more self-reflective about our behavior in the recent past (usually since the last season of Lent).
On Being Kneaded and Becoming Needed
It’s interesting how Lent can trigger past memories long forgotten. Of course, the triggering could be attributed to several things. For me, it could be that I recently spent time with my sister’s family and other relatives in Florida, where I grew up. As a child, one of my fondest memories was awakening to the smell of freshly baked bread.
Lent a Great Time for: Confession?
This past week I was able to talk about confession in Children’s Chapel as well as the service I’m a part of at the Pasadena Police Station memorializing the life of a young black father who was murdered by the Pasadena Police Department.
In February I had the opportunity to visit the National Museum of the American Indian in Washington DC. One of the major exhibitions was called “Our Universes: Traditional Knowledge Shapes Our World.” It focused on several indigenous philosophies about the creation and order of the universe, and the spiritual relationship people share with the natural world.
Reading Greek mythology was my favorite as a pre-teen. There was Artemis, the virgin goddess of the hunt. The patron goddess of Athens and the Greek goddess of wisdom, was Athena. She was an active participant in the Trojan War, where one of my heroes, Achilles died. I was fascinated by the labors of Heracles. While I didn’t initially grasp the story of Icarus, who flew too close to the sun, I somehow discerned that his story was far more than entertainment.
Flowers are often gifted as an expression of love and friendship, gratitude or celebration. Just think about the last time someone gave you flowers. Wasn’t it fun, surprising and exhilarating? It is amazing how the simple gesture of being given flowers can make us feel so much and how we can look at the them resting in their vase in our home or office – and feel … so blessed. Why do we all too often, wait, to be gifted flowers?