Ever Feel like This?

This song hit the spot, for all those days that we can't quite locate our feelings on those little smileyface charts.  When we wonder, Um, what am I doing with God?  How is it between us?

LYRICS:
Woke up on the wrong side of the bed,
the wrong side of the room,
the wrong side of the world.
Can't put my finger on the mood.
It's not melancholy, anger or the blues.
I love my husband, my house, my job.
Couldn't be any better,
and really what else is there?
Then I realize I'm forgetting God,
and that's the root of all my misery.

Lord, first of all, how is it between you and me?

. Chorus:
How is it between us?
How is it between us?
When did I talk to you last,
and what has happened since?
How is it between us? How is it between us?
When did I talk to you last, and what has happened since?

. When I wake up I am on my way,
reinventing the wheel and saving the day.
I have learned this lesson a thousand times,
I am the branch, and you are the vine.
Apart from you we are mice and men,
with our fancy dreams of grandeur and no way to get there.
Oh I can think about you now and then,
or I can make a mark on eternity.

Lord first of all, how is it, between you and me?

. Chorus .

So let the wicked prosper, let the oceans roar,
let the mountains crumble, and fall into the sea.
There's something more important weighing on my mind.
Lord first of all, how is it between you and me?

Remember the Sabbath

A variety of circumstances have had me recalling God's commandment to keep the sabbath.  First, it was the dizzying flexibility of a ministry work-week that could, in quick succession, give me days of non-stop meetings and service followed by days that begged to be filled.  Before I had any standing weekly commitments, I was fresh in San Diego without a clue as to the flow or direction of any given Monday.

As I began to get busy, I realized that a non-traditional schedule (going 'till 9pm, doing errands midday, just as likely to lead a prayer meeting as go to the beach on a Sunday afternoon) could run me into the ground if I didn't take a stand on something.  So I started designating days off.  I've been trying to figure out what is "off" and what is "work".  My work is largely about people, but people aren't  always work.  =)  A small voice in my head kept reminding me of the beauty and refreshment of a sabbath-- something I haven't regularly observed since college.  Back then, the lines seemed clearer: if I didn't do my ever-pervasive academic work, then I was resting.  (Keep in mind that back then I also had hardly any responsibilities like cooking or cleaning or car maintenance.)

I began asking around, and I found sadly few people in ministry around me who took sabbaths.  Is it possible, I began to wonder?  What if a community or church event comes up?  I HAVE to go, don't I?  But I was also realizing that I HAVE to rest.  I needed this day/ pattern/ rhythm in my life.

Two weeks ago, I started reading Exodus.  Before God sent Moses down the mountain with commandments etched on tablets, God taught the Hebrews about sabbath through the pattern of manna collection.  He told them that they would go out and get manna for 5 days, just enough for their family to eat each day.  The 6th day they'd get a double portion, and they could keep it overnight for eating on the 7th day.  (If they kept extra on other days, it got gross and maggot-y by daybreak.)  I like concrete teaching points.  I like that the stone tablet commandment isn't a new thing about sabbath-- it's a reminder about this way of living that God has instituted for his people.

And so all this was percolating in me this weekend when I picked up Sabbath-Keeping, by Lynne Baab.  EXCELLENT book.  Practical.  Insightful.  Human.  Hopeful.  And it's pretty short.  Baab offers examples from many years of negotiating sabbath observance in the U.S. and abroad (she actually started while living in Israel, not so much by choice), with and without children, as a home-maker and a Presbyterian pastor.  Whether you've thought about sabbath a lot, or are just venturing into the conversation, I highly recommend the book.  But you don't have to take my word for it!  (Thanks, Reading Rainbow...)

My favorite take-home points from Sabbath-Keeping:

-Start and end the day with actions that set it apart.  Prepare yourself to enter and exit a time that is different, restful (slow), delightful, and restorative.

-This may sound obvious, but don't do anything that you'd find on a "to-do" list.  Whether it's email or phone calls or silver-polishing, stay away from achievement-driven tasks.  (Exceptions are made for milking cows and such.)  The heart of the sabbath is God's provision and love regardless of our DOing tendencies.

-Commit to it for 6 months at a time, and then re-evaluate.  So decide what day it will be, what things you will and won't do, and how you will mark the occasion-- and don't change it until you've given it many weeks to become part of your rhythm.

I am hopeful about the sabbath as a freedom and a joy.  It's tricky in a culture where rest is such a 'strange' choice to make, but I've begun to think our need for it trumps inconvenience.

"Remember the Sabbath day by keeping it holy. Six days you shall labor and do all your work, but the seventh day is a sabbath to the LORD your God. On it you shall not do any work, neither you, nor your son or daughter, nor your male or female servant, nor your animals, nor any foreigner residing in your towns. For in six days the LORD made the heavens and the earth, the sea, and all that is in them, but he rested on the seventh day. Therefore the LORD blessed the Sabbath day and made it holy."  -Exodus 20:8-11 

Read the Signs

Posted on a house for sale down the street.  Makes me giggle every time.

Yet I also ascribe some depth to it.  What if PEOPLE were able to wear such a sign with pride?  Every time I pass the sign, I think about it.  Are you gorgeous inside?

Ears to Hear

I have my share of feeling fear, annoyance and confusion when I'm around people who are homeless, addicted, or unstable.  I question their judgment and their motives.  I'm always ready for things to take a turn into nonsense.  Rightly or wrongly, it keeps me from being too shocked when the winds shift.  When things start sounding weird, I can hold myself back and say, Okay, this person's a little off. 

What I was reminded of today, though, was the no-nonsense insight that often comes from people who live on the edges of society.  This was the second Friday I've gone downtown and helped with a morning meal for the homeless.  It was a vibrant experience.

This morning some people on the streets reminded me that I love people.  As I took trays of food to individuals on the church patio, one lady began trying to ask me a question in broken English.  When I skipped into Spanish with her, a big grin broke out on her face.  Oh such relief!  I described how the process worked and later she got a meal.  She thanked me again and again.  Every time I passed, she smiled.  Whether sweet Rosie who claimed she'd "never forget" me or Tom who reads the Harry Potter books or tough Lisa who grumbles and smiles or Dax who makes jokes and talks about his granddaughter-- I enjoyed people this morning.  We all found big or small reasons to smile.

I smile at the way these friends told the truth.   Some walked up to me and asked if I was Irish.  Some told me I look 17 years old.  (Ouch.)  One sang me a love song.  One told me it was okay to serve the Lord by having conversation with people in the courtyard-- hoping I didn't "get in trouble" with the other volunteers for talking instead of clearing tables.  One told me not to stop smiling. 

It was the way Tom, Dax, Rosie and others looked straight at me and said what they thought-- that made me think about the repeated times in Luke when Jesus talks about those who have ears to hear.  Jesus says something that invites those who have ears to hear-- listen!  Immediately, the spotlight turns to this unruly bunch called "tax collectors and sinners" and puts them in a scene hanging out with Jesus.  This crowd is bumping into the Kingdom.  They hear what's true.  They know it.  They say it.

In community development and church outreach circles lately I've been praying for us (usually middle-class, well-meaning people) to have God's eyes for neighborhoods here-- "eyes to see."  What I've thought less about are the people who offer US their seeing eyes and their hearing ears.  And not just what they hear on the streets that we're interested in, but what they hear in us.  What they hear from Jesus.

At those fun gatherings around Jesus 2,000 years ago, the ones listening didn't cease to be tax collectors and sinners, but they stopped being left out of the conversation.  They became a crucial part of good news listened-to and understood. 

People without houses, people without money, and people without clear minds don't cease to be people with problems in the presence of Jesus.  Yet, they can be people with ears to hear his voice and his truth.  In their listening, and our listening with them, we could all be people of promise.

Godly Cancellations

I took a chunk of time on Tuesday for prayer, study and reflection, and one of the driving factors (other than the fact that those are all good things to do) was that I wanted to be more in tune with God's direction for my days.  I like to work hard and be productive, and as a result I am very capable of filling a schedule until I feel busy and accomplished.  I've done much too good a job of this lately. 

In the two days since, plans and meetings have cancelled right and left, and it's been beautiful.  That's right: beautiful.  Though I am sad that I didn't get to see 5 or 6 wonderful people, each cancellation opened me to something else, and in that, God gave me joy and freedom.

For example, on Thursdays I have a weekly meeting at the doughnut shop around the corner with a college student I'm helping to prepare for a summer in Mexico City.  I had done reading and prepared some scripture study in Amos for that meeting, and so I could have been grouchy when a text came through saying he wouldn't make it -- feeling sick.  Instead, there was a sense of openness, like , Okay, how will this morning go now?

It went by tackling a few little projects, having a fantastic conversation and time of prayer with a roommate, and slowing down the pace of the rest of my day.   Mmmm.  As much as I would have savored a string of meetings and "tasks accomplished," this is sweeter.

May God bring you the pace that you need and the peace that you seek, today and every day.

Week in the Life

I've realized how much of the blog lately has been REFLECTIVE, so I figured I'd put a little concrete update in here for those of you who want to know what the heck I do everyday.  While I don't have any kind of a typical day, maybe a glance at the whole week will help!

My week in review:
Sunday- 7.(something) mile run with neighbor!  Church with First Presbyterian.  Led prayer walk in City Heights for local church.  Joined CRM missional community folks for dinner and prayer and discussion.

Monday- inductive Bible study with a friend, digging into 1 John.  So many good questions there!  Then Tijuana boys' home for conversation, hanging out, talking about surfing, taking the kids to school.  Took about 2 hours to cross the border back into the US; a man just ahead of me in line got taken away in handcuffs.  I came home, cooked dinner, and watched a bilingual film ("English as a Second Language") about the emptiness of life on the border.

Tuesday- got up and started going through emails when I got a call from a college friend I hadn't talked to in 6+ months!  We talked 'till I had to get ready for my weekly check-in meeting with Geoff.  Geoff and I caught up, pondering God in daily life and the balance between being involved in lots of great things and a restful availability (ie: not being crazy busy).  Another long-overdue conversation with a college friend, and then with my family.  Bought plane tickets for our CRM world staff conference in Malaysia!!!

Wednesday- Weekly staff meeting with other CRM folks in San Diego, discussing Mansions of the Heart (spiritual formation based on Theresa of Avila's writings).  MARATHON emailing session to get my inbox in order.  (Sorry if I owe you an email, I've been backlogged lately as I spend lots of time looking for plane tickets in Asia.)  Bible study with roommates and some architectures students downtown.  Matthew 12 and Revelation 7.  Weird stuff.

Thursday- full day in Fullerton (Orange County).  Drove up for a roundtable discussion/ workshop with other community development practitioners weaving together expertise of City-Reaching (master networkers), Community Development (local organizer- neighbor ministry types), and Prayer/ Intercessors (the people who love to pray).  Great discussions and fun people to meet.  Then swung by the CRM office in Anaheim to catch up and wait out rush hour traffic.  Played with friends' baby boy.  Got home and went out for Vietnamese food and gourmet dessert with apartment #1 neighbors-- I'm still full! 

Friday- another early morning-- chopping vegetables to feed homeless/ low-income folks downtown.  Meeting with local church plant about community center planning and prayer.

And on and on! And those are just the highlights!  I'm sure I'm missing various fun nuggets of life and ministry in there, but if you want to know more, just holler and I'll fill you in.  =)

The Down Home Thrill

Have you ever felt that thrill that comes from feeling just a little more connected to the people in your world?  I hear lots of complaint about the faceless globalized world, but lately, I've started relishing the places where a personal touch persists.

At the coffee shop where I meet with various people at least once a week, it's so much fun to know and be recognized by the folks behind the counter.  To greet them by name and chat while steeping my tea.

My roommate recently went to the corner store two days in a row.  The cashier saw that she was buying the same kind of beer again the second day and said, "It's good stuff, eh?"

This morning I got what I assumed was a form e-mail, sent from my regional bank corporation back home.  They were inquiring about recent activity on my debit card (plane tickets to Hong Kong apparently look out of the norm for me!) and requested a call to clear things up.  So I called and punched the numbers in the automated directory and a woman answered and asked what I needed.  I told her about the email and she asked who sent it.  I told her the name and she said, "Oh, that's me."  How often does THAT happen???  I'm not talking small-town Tennessee bank office--- this is a bank with branches all over the southeast.  I was surprised and happy and I gave my bank extra points for giving me a sense of being known.

I know small towns feel stifling to some people-- they don't want others to know their stuff, their past, their buying habits.  However, I would say that it's much more frightening to have NO ONE know your past, your purchases, and your pastimes.  There's a buzz of happiness that comes with recognition and being acknowledged.  Apparently all I have to do is make a strange enough purchase with my debit card.

Going into Wedding Season

"I swear, in some ways, abortion and homosexuality are less contentious among my students than the issue of what kind of wedding to have, what kind of wedding banquet to plan. The way that young Protestant couples plan their weddings bodes very ill for the kind of family they are hoping to become. You watch what a wedding is often about these days -- it is about displaying one’s wealth to those one is eager to impress. If you think instead about the scriptural wedding itself, about being the open banquet that one hopes one’s marriage will be, I think weddings would look a lot different than they do. I think they would be on a Sunday morning service where everyone is invited. I think they would look more like a potluck than the kind of catered extravagances toward which even the middle class is climbing. I think the image of the banquet where the blind and the lame are invited, and those who cannot repay us, that image would be one in which to start a marriage."

-Amy Laura Hall

YES!  I've been talking with friends for a few years now about why more weddings aren't just part of worship on Sunday mornings.  AND how fun it would be to do a potluck, where those in town can bless and bring together what they have for the celebration of marriage.  I'm thrilled that my friends' weddings HAVE been about the covenant they're entering into, and I've been blessed by the creativity with which they celebrate it.

Not that I'm planning any weddings of my own!   :)  But when the time comes, I pray that it's one helluva joyful gathering that's about faithfulness and openness instead of ritz and status quo.  You can hold me to that.

The Desert Shall Rejoice

ISAIAH 35:    The wilderness and the dry land shall be glad, the desert shall rejoice and blossom; like the crocus it shall blossom abundantly, and rejoice with joy and singing. The glory of Lebanon shall be given to it, the majesty of Carmel and Sharon. They shall see the glory of the LORD, the majesty of our God. Strengthen the weak hands, and make firm the feeble knees. Say to those who are of a fearful heart, “Be strong, do not fear! Here is your God. He will come with vengeance, with terrible recompense. He will come and save you.”

Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened, and the ears of the deaf unstopped; then the lame shall leap like a deer, and the tongue of the speechless sing for joy. For waters shall break forth in the wilderness, and streams in the desert; the burning sand shall become a pool, and the thirsty ground springs of water; the haunt of jackals shall become a swamp, the grass shall become reeds and rushes. A highway shall be there, and it shall be called the Holy Way; the unclean shall not travel on it, but it shall be for God’s people; no traveler, not even fools, shall go astray. No lion shall be there, nor shall any ravenous beast come up on it; they shall not be found there, but the redeemed shall walk there. And the ransomed of the LORD shall return, and come to Zion with singing; everlasting joy shall be upon their heads; they shall obtain joy and gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away.                   


(Note: This is what the desert here really looks like right now!  Such a miracle of color and growth and life in unlikely places.  Dry, rocky, and windy, the desert DARES anything to survive-- the plants are dancing in the face of that dare for springtime.  Soon it will return to rough and tumble desert times.)  

Take off Your Shoes

Jesus knew that the Father had put all things under his power, and that he had come from God and was returning to God; so he got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist.  After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples' feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him.

He came to Simon Peter, who said to him, "Lord, are you going to wash my feet?"

Jesus replied, "You do not realize now what I am doing, but later you will understand."

"No," said Peter, "you shall never wash my feet."

Jesus answered, "Unless I wash you, you have no part with me."

"Then, Lord," Simon Peter replied, "not just my feet but my hands and my head as well!"

 Jesus answered, "Those who have had a bath need only to wash their feet; their whole body is clean. And you are clean, though not every one of you."  For he knew who was going to betray him, and that was why he said not every one was clean.  When he had finished washing their feet, he put on his clothes and returned to his place. "Do you understand what I have done for you?" he asked them. "You call me 'Teacher' and 'Lord,' and rightly so, for that is what I am. Now that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another's feet.  I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you.  Very truly I tell you, servants are not greater than their master, nor are messengers greater than the one who sent them. Now that you know these things, you will be blessed if you do them.

-John 13:2-17- 

A few days ago I was at a rocky stretch of seaside, and I couldn't resist the urge to take my shoes off and let my feet grip the sun-warmed stones.  There is a sensate exhilaration to barefootedness for some of us-- wiggling toes, grounded and balanced upon the earth-- and I think there are interlocked layers of meaning when we slip off our shoes and sandals.  There is the classic scene of Moses barefooted beholding the burning bush-- dusty feet a recognition and closeness with the ground that is holy.  There is some of that fear and wonder prompting my reverence at the seaside, but let's be honest, I also like to have my toes in the sand.  I like the water and waves to reach up and touch me.  (It always leaps up higher than my rolled pant cuffs.  Without fail.)

 

It's the sense of being touched that's so important in barefooted scriptures.  Moses needs to remove whatever stands between him and contact with the holy ground.  When Jesus washes the disciples' feet, he is TOUCHING their grungy, weary parts.  Feet are ticklish, funny-shaped, strong, stinky parts of the body.  Jesus wants to touch that?

 

This Maundy Thursday, I finally had the opportunity to wash someone's feet.  After years of wanting to practice it, it was simple, powerful, and beautiful.  Granted, the feet of my friend were pretty nice.  When I took her feet into the basin, no sludge came off and no blisters oozed.  But I held her feet in my hands and, looking up at her, realized I was literally under her feet.  She could have kicked me aside or splashed me with water or just walked away, but she sat and let me rinse and dry her heels and toes into cleanliness.

 

We can shield our feet from contact and our hearts from loving service and not realize what we're doing.  But sometimes, some days, we might hope to understand, we might take our shoes off, and we might end up washing one another's feet.

Joan's Palms on Sunday

If I told this story
you would worry
say "stay safe"
"carry pepper spray"
to stop it
stop her.
Was it
dangerous?

Danger of soft pillowed hands
filled with warmth of life
and sun and scraping by
and scrapping on the street.
Warm under waving palms,
this is no royal procession:
smells and scenes of rejection
men and women who want food
no flimsy 'bread of life'
but a hearty soup.
It is all backdrop to a bruised and limping plea:
"Got a quarter?  Or a dollar?"
No, but we can get food
if you want?
"Oh yes!"
Handshake introduction:
"Joan."
Laura.
Civilized and safe
until despairing strength pulls me in
too close
my hands wound in hers
and here is danger
close as a whisper-sob
of jibbered fear:
"the police don't understand."

I have to pull away
from the insane harm
and helpless hurt
in her hands.
I hate to
have to
let her go
admit defeat
and fear.

Walking away was right?
But Joan's babbled yells
were no consolation
no checkmark
for a task completed.

It is this uncertain
mess of conscience
pepper spray would not
ameliorate.
It is this day of significance
warming me up to
full absurdity of royal parade
led by a donkey.

Danger and bruises and hands and holiness,
wrapped in palms this Sunday,
invite me to tell a story
that repeats.

Eep! 2 Weeks!

There's been so much to write about these past few weeks, and I just haven't done it!  I don't know if others have that same experience... when there's too much to say.  There are days when my journal reflects that overload as well, and the result is short phrases and disjointed words.  Because I know it's important, and I want to transcribe it WELL, but there's a logjam from my mind to my typing fingers.

What's been rolling around in that time is a lot of reflection on Holy Week and Easter.  Lent was deep and powerful for me this year, so I had an odd sense of wanting to savor its last few days as Holy Week ticked down to Sunday.  In the small group I attend, a few of us talked about the beautiful focus of Lent-- this time to place ourselves firmly in a process of moving toward the cross.  Liturgically speaking, I've been mulling the last week or so on what focus can come from the season we're now in.  I read Acts 1-2 this morning:

After [Jesus'] suffering he presented himself alive to them by many convincing proofs, appearing to them over the course of forty days and speaking about the kingdom of God. While staying with them, he ordered them not to leave Jerusalem, but to wait there for the promise of the Father.

At a lecture I attended this week, the speaker advocated the value of "non-productive  repetition of the liturgy"-- meaning that we're not to put ourselves through Lent, Epiphany, Advent (etc.) for our own betterment and improvement, but for the sake of living in seasons of obedience to God.  In that light, I'd agree that observing Lent doesn't make me a better person... but it can prepare me to be an Easter person.  A person with fresh appreciation of the cross and its rending indignity.  A person who needs and welcomes the wounds on the hands and the side of Jesus.  A person who waits for the promise.  Waiting and teaching in turn can prepare me to be a Pentecost person.  And so on.

All that to say, I'm going to keep turning the soil of Holy Week.  Let's have Jesus appear and stay with us and speak about the kingdom of God. 

Reading Words

LOTS of words.  =)

Yeah, there's a bookmark in all of them.  Guess what I should be doing...
This is why I do so much quoting on the blog! 

Handmade Love

Homemade card + envelope I made for a friend.  Not gonna lie, I was pretty proud of it... so I share.  =)

Lines and Grays

"...in a world of poverty, the lines between darkness and light, good and evil, destructiveness and creativity, are much more distinct than in a world of wealth.
One of the temptations of the upper-middle class life is to create large gray areas between good and evil.  Wealth takes away the sharp edges of our moral sensitivities and allows a comfortable confusion about sin and virtue.  The difference between rich and poor is not that the rich sin more than the poor, but that the rich find it easier to call sin a virtue.  When the poor sin, they call it sin; when they see holiness, they identify it as such.  This intuitive clarity is often absent from the wealthy, and that absence easily leads to the atrophy of the moral sense.
David helped me see that living with the poor does not keep me away from evil, but it does allow me to see evil in sharper, clearer ways.  It does not lead me automatically to the good either, but will help me see good in a brighter light, less hidden and more convincing.  Once I can see sin and virtue with this clarity, I will also see sadness and joy, hatred and forgiveness, resentment and gratitude in less nebulous ways."     -Henri Nouwen, Gracias

Strong words.  When I read them, I literally stopped and said, "whoa."  I'm not completely convinced, but I think I mostly agree.

Ponder ponder?

Outside the box, but built in line...

"A key spiritual discipline, therefore, in the upside-down Kingdom of the oddly shaped Christ is the practice of doing out-of-the-box Kingdom things. When we respond to Jesus' example and actively step out of our comfort zone—the status quo, what is expected, and what is normal—on a regular basis, we give God the opportunity to gradually chisel away attitudes and habits that are not life-giving and to bring our values and life practices in line with the Cornerstone."

The stone the builders rejected has
become the chief corner stone; this is the
LORD’s doing; It is marvelous in our eyes.
This is the day the LORD has made; Let us
rejoice and be glad in it.
                Psalm 118:22-24

Too Good

"Sometimes the relationship I offer you seems too good to be true.  I pour My very Life into you, and all you have to do is receive Me.  In a world characterized by working and taking, the admonition to rest and receive seems too easy.  There is an intricate connection between receiving and believing: as you trust Me more and more, you are able to receive Me and My blessings abundantly.  Be still and know that I am God."

-from Jesus Calling

It was an incredible day.  Didn't start well, though.  I fought my alarm clock (cell phone) with swipes at 10-minute intervals.  The tender sunlight on the neighboring palm tree won my admiration, but didn't pull me out for a run.  I rolled over.  I moaned.  I finally pulled myself upright and started reading today's Lent devotional.  Be transformed by the renewing of your mind... The words of the prophet Isaiah (chapter 53) became appropriate, became interesting, became my prayers, became a window into God's heart for loving and redeeming the whole world with a suffering love.  It transformed me and my mind, my attitude and my morning.

The day wound through a meeting about me (goals, progress, plans) and a meeting about the state of the Presbyterian Church (USA).  Both were surprisingly encouraging.  I should write more about that.  Next time.

I finished the evening with a run at sunset.  All my prior trips to the local park had been in the mornings, and what a different scene it was!  I passed people constantly on the sidewalks.  School-kids ambled to get home before dark.  Adults finished days of work.  The noise!  A joyous tumult: Mexican lady walking buddies, street slang around a busted engine, Vietnamese moms and dads and brothers.  My favorites were the parallel soccer games.  Men/ young adults kicked up some serious dirt for an intense futbol match, while a grupito of young boys had their game set up with coke bottles marking the goals off to the side.  People FILLED the public space in a way that I rarely see in the U.S.  They overflowed into a place of fun and commonality and health.  People who would never be in a room together were linked in a rhythm born of shared life and limited space.

Jesus, it's too good and vibrant.  Help me receive.

Generate Hope

I've crossed paths with people pioneering a brand new non-profit called Generate Hope that's confronting the grim reality of sex-trafficking in San Diego.  Here's a glimpse into a little-known aspect of this sunny city, from an interview as their first women's safehouse opened last week.

There's not much commentary for me to add...  I am grateful for organizations like this one offering aid for a gaping need.  I feel strongly about the Church's responsibility to step up in the face of grim, stark realities like this.  I reflect on yesterday's sermon on Jonah, in which the preacher firmly argued that, "Our disobedience is the world's catastrophe."  Our failure-- and even refusal-- as the Church to engage a society that craves power, exploitation and literally cheap sex is disobedience.  And it is catastrophe.  Every individual actor in the sex trade screams for love, for ministry, for the light of Jesus.  Of course we feel compassion for the women entering recovery.  But what about the larger, frightening, disgusting system?  Are some of them our Ninevites?  The johns, the pimps, the gangs, the accomplices, the abusers who made that little girl feel unsafe?  Imagine a world in which THEY were healed as well.  Imagine a world where that resounding catastrophe could be replaced by hope.

It's a miracle, but one we've seen before: out of dark, wounded, belly-of-a-whale depths, hope comes.

"I stake the future on the few humble and hearty lovers who seek God passionately in the marvelous, messy world of redeemed and related realities that lie in front of our noses."

-William McNamara

Getting to the Point of Sacrifice

I went to a small group on Monday night and had a fresh insight into Lent.  I've observed Lent to varying, growing degrees over the past few years.  As I remarked to one friend this year, the liturgical seasons have a larger significance for me in transitioning travels from place to place and in the absence of other life rhythms like school semesters.  Whether I see snow or falling leaves or freshly-tilled soil, I can count on 12 months taking me through the life and death of Jesus.

So yes.  This season of Lent.  Simplicity.  Discipline.  Focus.  And I've always sort of vaguely understood Lent as a time of sacrifice.  Sacrifice that doesn't even nearly approach what we're talking about Jesus doing in dying for our redemption, but sacrifice in some mystical, general way.  So some of us give up meat or sugar or facebook and draw closer to God in the process.  But this little meditation that we did talked about the central sacrifice at stake as we approach Easter is dignity: 

"if I am honest, my Lenten sacrifice is mostly self-help-- giving up something I probably should not be doing anyway.  Would I risk my reputation or any of the other things that give me a sense of dignity in order to help others?  Do I treat my dignity as a gift of which I am a grateful steward, or as something that I have earned?"

Chewing on that, and on Philippians 2:5-11, I began to think about our common perception of dignity.  It's something we hold onto, fearfully protective.  We talk about earning the respect of others-- often for good things we do.  And yet, there is this crazy invitation if we take seriously what it means to be like Christ, who didn't exploit his equality with God, but emptied himself, humbled himself, became obedient to the point of death-- even death on a cross.  It is an invitation to know our worth without having to earn it.  In sacrificing all dignity, Jesus clothed us in the worth and unending love of the Father.  What would happen if we gave up something a little dearer than chocolate cake?