Category: Faith Lived Out

  •     Have you noticed the stunningly beautiful full moon the past several nights–and early mornings? Astronomers could tell us why the moon seems closer and fuller this time of year, but not me. I remember Midwestern October moons glowing yellow or orange. I used to think they looked almost close enough to touch. Here in the Sacramento area, at least this year, it's knock-your-eye-out- white. I love full moons, and I'm always a bit sad to see them wane.

       I stood and marveled at it the other night. Not for the first time I thanked God for the orderliness of the moon and the sun. Every morning the sun comes up–and sets every evening. Every night the moon rises, even when we can't see it. No matter how crazy everything seems to be in the world, there they are, showing up on schedule. Somehow knowing that reminds me there's more going on in the world than the stuff that makes the news … or even in my life. 

       I find it totally amazing that astronomers can predict the exact time of the rising and setting of the sun, the moon, and the planets–and the phases of the moon. Since the moon afffects the tides, they know the exact time when the tide will come in and when it will go out. Yes, I know it's science, but nevertheless, the absolute predictability of all this blows me away.

        My mind always goes to the first chapter of Genesis:

    And God said, "Let there be lights in the expanse of the sky to separate the day from the night, and let them serve as signs to mark seasons and days and years, and let them be lights in the expanse of the sky to give light on the earth. And it was so. God made two great lights–the greater light to govern the day and the lesser light to govern the night.       He also made the stars … And God saw that it was good.              –Genesis 1:14-16    

       Ever since, in every continent on earth, people have been looking up into the expanse of the sky. They stare at those two great lights–and at the stars–and say some variation of what I've been saying, "Wow! Look at that!"

        Don't miss the sky show. Take it as reassurance that no matter how bad the predictions on all sides, the world will go on. How do I know? We have the sun in the morning and the moon at night, that's how.

        And behold, it is very good!

        Lenore

        Your comments welcomed!

        

  •     I found out today that my dear friend's husband died last night, after a long battle with that dreaded enemy, cancer. My heart aches for her. These two forged the kind of marriage everyone wants, where love shone from their eyes and sparkled their personalities. A love that infused every day of their forty-four years together with certainty and strength, and brimmed over into the lives of their children and grandchildren, as well as all who know them.

        We've been friends for years, even though separated by hundreds of miles. Our get-togethers have been infrequent, but we never need to get reacquainted. We pick up as if we just saw each other last week. Now these last months I've been reading the blog of their "journey" since his diagnosis. Her open, honest accounts have moved my heart and enriched my life, broadened my understanding.

        These two shared a bedrock, joyful, living faith in Jesus, too. All along this has glued them together and empowered their days, but especially these last months. They've treasured each moment together and simply lived with gusto, making memories at every opportunity. They've prayed for strength and peace, of course. But they've also prayed that somehow they could be a blessing to the people around them. That included their family and friends who came from far and near, caring Hospice nurses, and former co-workers, friends and fellow Christians who've been bringing them meals for months. In more recent times, a faithful group of male friends have rotated staying overnight, keeping watch, so my friend and their family could sleep without need for watchfulness.  

        This good, loving man died at home, surrounded by his dear ones, as he wished and they wished. As they had prayed, he had a peaceful going home to Jesus. Their young grandchildren had been told that their adored grandfather soon would be leaving earth. A few nights ago one of their beautiful preschooler granddaughters prayed that her "Papa" soon would have fun playing with Jesus and that her "Nana" wouldn't be too sad without him.

        So this day is sad for me, but it's also glad. I think how differently this would have played out if this family had only their own strength to draw on through this heart-wrenching journey. And how much more devastating it would be for them to think of this much-loved man's life as simply  … "over."

        Christians cherish the sure knowledge that death is not the end, but simply one's last breath on earth. You'll find that truth many times in the Bible, especially in the New Testament. I don't know who coined the term "the Gospel in a nutshell," but here it is:  

    God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.                                                            –John 3:16

        Every death reminds us that life is fragile–and precious. Each morning we open our eyes provides ample reason to rejoice! Let's hold our loved ones close and speak the words in our hearts … while we can.

        Let's make every day count!

        Lenore

        Your comments truly are welcomed!

  •       Here we are In this second week of U.S. political conventions. Some say it amounts to a collective national agony we must suffer through every four years. Others label it a celebration of what makes us the United States of America.

        Count me in with the latter group, especially this year. History is playing out before us. No matter what the final result, for the first time we'll have either a black man or a woman in one of the top slots in this nation.

        As is routine in the good old USA  unless, God forbid, we witness another "first," all this will proceed with lots of noise, but no bloodshed. Nobody will mysteriously disappear. 

        No matter how it comes out, some of us will grit our teeth and get on with life. Others will celebrate and get on with life. It's the American way … and it is good.

        Despite (or maybe because of) the headlines and massive TV coverage, the process often feels disconnected from real life. We all know, to quote a well-worn cliche, "that's where the rubber meets the road."  And that's where we live … in homes, in communities that make up the states, which together make up the Nation.

        The election will be resolved, the inauguration pomp and ceremony will pass. Then what? Will you and I stand up for what's right and good where we are? Or will we focus on what bothers us and lapse into apathy, meanwhile muttering, "Oh, well, what can you do? We're all victims of the system!"

        Not true. Each one of us can do something in the place where we are. No matter where we live, no matter our age, no matter our education, our income or occupation, that's where we start, and we lace it up with prayer. 

        Each of us can vote and support elected officials and volunteers who are doing a good job. Those individuals mostly hear from persons with complaints. When we speak enouragement and thanks, our simple words will refresh tired spirits. 

        Each of us can volunteer, maybe for some job that seems insignificent. Later, for one reason or another, we may wonder why we opened our mouths. At that point we can grumble and give grudging duty. Or we can remind ourselves that each little bit counts toward the whole and cheerfully go forth.

        Each of us can write letters … to school board and local council members, to public officals, to our senators and representatives, our Governor, our President.

        Maybe you think one letter doesn't make a difference. Wrong. Years ago I heard a speaker from a company that makes products we all use every day. He detailed how his company evaluates letters and E-mails they receive, whether kudos or complaints. I've never forgotten the gist of what he said: "We're not much impressed by petitions, even when they have hundreds of signers. We discount form letters all repeating the same words, too. They may be sent by different individuals, but we toss them on the pile marked 'pressure group.'  

        "But when we get one–one–letter, maybe handwritten, maybe with mispellings, we know it comes straight from one individual who speaks out of personal experience or strong conviction. Those we designate 'high priority,' especially with letters. Our research indicates every letter represents anywhere from fifty to a couple of hundred individuals who didn't bother to take time and write. Such letters get a reading from company executives and are passed on to other departments. We think these writers help us keep a finger on the pulse of consumers."

        Come to think of it, we're all "consumers" and the same logic applies to everything from TV programming to the local school board. Just to be clear, I'm no shining example of perfection here. Too often I don't commend what I applaud. I don't write enough letters and try to avoid often-boring council meetings of one kind or another. Maybe you plead guilty, too.

        So let's take this time of national fervor as inspiration and make some changes. Each one of us can make a difference in our homes, in our churches, our communities, our Nation. 

        The place to start is with the basics … with what we look for and what we say to each other and to our children, our friends, our neighbors. One well-educated, well-traveled writer expressed  it up this way:  

    "Summing it all up, friends, I'd say you'll do best by filling your minds and meditating on things true, noble, reputable, authentic, compelling, gracious–the best, not the worst; the beautiful, not the ugly; things to praise, not things to curse."

                                                                                        –Philippians 4:8, "The Message"

        Come to think of it, doesn't that describe the kind of person we'd like to have living next to us? Imagine kids growing up in families who live those principles, then going out as adults ready to support the good stuff. 

        You and I can't change the world, but we can change ourselves. We can change the tone of conversations within our own homes. We can be the ones who speak a good word at meetings and at our own workplaces, at checkout counters and school board meetings and in our churches. Before and during whatever we do, we pray. 

        It's our choice whether we will or not. Because this is the United States and each one of us gets to choose what we stand for. It's the American way … and it is good.

        Here's to giving thanks for what we so often take for granted. Let's celebrate it!

        Lenore

        Your comments welcomed.

     

  •     These past weeks I've been brain-weary, trying to put together this blog.It's been one trial-and-error after another, which seems to be my style. Of course, I made it more complicated by choosing to personalize the look of it rather than just use one of the excellent pre-designed banner templates. One of my husband's photos would be just the thing, I thought, which turned out (for this rookie) to take awhile. But finally, finally, here we are.

          The photo you see across the top gives you a sense of what we see from our back deck. We delight in watching this ever-changing panorama of sky, as well as looking over a bit of open space. My favorite trees, the huge, gnarled old oaks that drag the ground, stand sentinal, as they have for a century or more. Picture a walking trail winding through this. Occasionally small flocks of wild turkeys gobble their way across, sometimes invading backyards and strutting down the sidewalks of our little community. In the cool of the morning and at dusk our resident trio of deer may stroll the open space, enjoying nibbles of the now-dry grass. Morning to night we hear birdsong, everything from Mockingbirds to Mourning Doves.

          As we look beyond our "wildlife preserve" we see hundreds of roofs and treetops. The busy street running through guarantees background traffic noise, but we ignore that and look to the grassy hills beyond, where more ancient oaks punctuate the terrain. Off in the distance–on a clear day–we glimpse the Sutter Buttes, known as the world's smallest mountain range. If you've been to northern California, you know the look of our area.

         Each day ends with a sunset. Some sunsets, like the one you see at the top of this page, make us gasp with awe. We stand transfixed and silently watch the incredible kaleidescope shimmering before us, often forgetting to grab the camera. Always, one verse comes to mind, the only one that fits: <blockquote

    "Be still and know that I am God."   (Psalm 46:10)

        Do we know we're blessed to live here, and are we thankful? Yes. But do we always stop to drink it in? Sadly, no.

        I think that's how most of us are with life, too. We're often as blind to the wonder of our lives as to the magnificence of another sunset … or another dawn.

       Each sunrise officially signals the new day. Maybe yesterday we messed up royally, but today the slate is clean and we get a fresh, new beginning. Once more we can choose how we'll live the unsullied twenty-four hours before us.

        Some days our hearts brim with joy, while others leave us weeping. Most days we label, "just routine." Truth is, no day is routine. Like every sunrise and every sunset, each day is one-of-a-kind, with no instant replays to be had. 

        That's true with the people in our lives, too. We so easily take them for granted, especially the ones we know we can count on. We forget to say, "thank you," and sometimes we forget that love takes care and feeding, like a delicate plant that can wither and die.

        As for mothering–or any kind of working with kids, well, you know how it goes. We get caught up in all the "doing" and forget to just pause and marvel at the mystery unfolding before us. Each child is a unique creation, an individual, like no other human being on earth. Yet somehow God trusts us with this child's care and shaping and guiding, day after challenging–and rewarding–day. We're allowed to be on the scene for the miracle.

       Whatever age we are, it's worth remembering that tomorrow may never arrive. That sets the true value on today: precious. Irreplaceable. A time to savor and cherish. Something to live, not just get through.

        For me, at least, mastering this skill looks to be the work of a lifetime. But I am learning, and I'm praying for eyes to see the beauty of each day and each person in my life. I don't want to miss any part of it.

        So here's to 20/20 vision of the heart!

        Lenore Buth