tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40229681730237362102024-02-19T16:42:19.326-08:00Making the Way by WalkingMirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17541095532511325323noreply@blogger.comBlogger162125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022968173023736210.post-22726355202017940602020-10-31T12:46:00.002-07:002020-10-31T12:50:48.737-07:00Saturday 31 October<p> <span style="background-color: white; color: #18191a; font-family: Helvetica;">I am one of those types perceived, at this time of the year, as a kill-joy by followers of popular culture. Since I have written elsewhere about my antipathy to the American-style celebration of Halloween, there’s no need to repeat that here. Much as it bears repeating, it seems.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvwPkVu-2vNCbDRpRYZsvm4dTedY1mRhsKPT58dbc5_5WYRhHy9-81ZDVzyj7tXokaPcwSfH0OA1f-WfUtY0lJHkTq_wyLlZiO2W0kDi6vG-yrkOhUFgiMMxIkMUVB8vhdx2GCJNoHdPBl/s1024/cfbd4310-de67-42ee-a3f9-fe811673e498.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvwPkVu-2vNCbDRpRYZsvm4dTedY1mRhsKPT58dbc5_5WYRhHy9-81ZDVzyj7tXokaPcwSfH0OA1f-WfUtY0lJHkTq_wyLlZiO2W0kDi6vG-yrkOhUFgiMMxIkMUVB8vhdx2GCJNoHdPBl/s320/cfbd4310-de67-42ee-a3f9-fe811673e498.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #18191a; font-family: Helvetica;">I should clarify, though, that while I see popular interpretations of Allhallowtide as emanating from a disturbing cultural tendency to minimise evil, I appreciate the value of the traditional Christian festival - which combines Allhallowtide, All Saints and the Feast of Souls - to honour the dead. And this year, it has me thinking about our ancestors, the ones who have gone before us.</span><p></p>
<p style="background-color: white; color: #18191a; font-family: Helvetica; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">I don’t know much about my ancestors, honestly. My parents have never really talked much about the history of their families. On the Irish side, that may simply be that inbred disquiet about opening the door to the ‘skeletons in the cupboard,’ and on the English side, who knows. For whatever reason, I have very little family history on which to build a picture of the past.</p>
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<p style="background-color: white; color: #18191a; font-family: Helvetica; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">The little I do know of the past couple of generations reveals a rich landscape of creatives. As I bring to mind siblings, cousins, parents, uncles and aunts, I can count musicians, poets, nuns, those who do beautiful work in wood and clay, photographers, actors, painters, writers … mystics and makers of all kinds. If, as Dostoevsky said, ‘Beauty will save the world,’ then I feel I am encircled by quite the gang of unassuming world-changers.</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #18191a; font-family: Helvetica; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyxzsntakRRLVgiOxh7iqzLKY33xoc0dKfmVmeb-biGVxAgj0FeGzpwnBxjPjpa8AhBi7z8UGWTuZTBiDSAQ0gR1k74uxG2t5FeGNSVV0UMhC0TDw2XgcxsR3T3RWKeIJFKwRxOqikVLXr/s796/16b99bf34d161a6dd270f9eb74774d90.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="796" data-original-width="576" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyxzsntakRRLVgiOxh7iqzLKY33xoc0dKfmVmeb-biGVxAgj0FeGzpwnBxjPjpa8AhBi7z8UGWTuZTBiDSAQ0gR1k74uxG2t5FeGNSVV0UMhC0TDw2XgcxsR3T3RWKeIJFKwRxOqikVLXr/s320/16b99bf34d161a6dd270f9eb74774d90.jpg" /></a></div>
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<p style="background-color: white; color: #18191a; font-family: Helvetica; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">So while my known family history feels a little ‘thin' to me, I think of this small crowd as the ones who have gone ahead of me, the ones who point the way. They are part of what the writer of the book of Hebrews calls the ‘cloud of witnesses’ - the pioneers who blaze a trail, the veterans who cheer me on.</p>
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<p style="background-color: white; color: #18191a; font-family: Helvetica; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">In Hebrews we read that the effect of these great witnesses, who encircle us like clouds, is to cause us to throw off the things that entangle us, that weigh us down. Seeing their lives helps us to run our own race with perseverance. Knowing the story of those who are ahead of us enables us to resist weariness, it helps us not to lose heart when things are tough on our part of the path.</p>
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<p style="background-color: white; color: #18191a; font-family: Helvetica; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">And things are a bit tough right now, aren’t they? And don’t we need the encouragement of those who’ve been in a tough spot before, and somehow weathered the storm? If they have done so with a certain amount of grace - if they have allowed the pressing effect of war, or heartbreak, or ill-health to express itself in song, and sculpture, and symphony - then don't we find ourselves encouraged to dig deep, to draw up treasures from the well of despair?</p>
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<p style="background-color: white; color: #18191a; font-family: Helvetica; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">All this ancestor appreciation brings me to the other side of the coin, as it were. It brings me to the question posed by Robert Macfarlane in his book, <i>Underland</i>. ‘What kind of ancestors will we be?’ he asks. In this season of seismic shift - shifts of culture, of economies, of worldview, and of the natural world - this seems to be one of the most fitting questions to be asking.</p>
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<p style="background-color: white; color: #18191a; font-family: Helvetica; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">When my children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren discuss among themselves the people that we were, what will stand out to them, I wonder? Which elements of the way I live my life will seem to them worth holding onto? Is there anything about my choices that will encourage them to resist unhealthy entanglements? Anything that will motivate them to throw off the things that weigh them down? Will stories from my life offer them fuel, as they run their own race with perseverance? Will I have blazed trails that they can follow, or passed on any lessons that cause them to take heart on their own journeys?</p>
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<p style="background-color: white; color: #18191a; font-family: Helvetica; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Let’s assume there is something from my life that is worth handing down. I realise that is a big assumption. It presupposes that there are values that I live out in my era and my cultural context that are applicable in some way across time and culture. Perhaps there might be something about my choices that, even unwittingly, presages what is to come in some way. And that offers insight, somehow, for those in the future that find themselves slap bang in the middle of a reality of which we have barely an inkling.</p>
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<p style="background-color: white; color: #18191a; font-family: Helvetica; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Having made all those pretty hefty assumptions, then, how will these ancestral gems be communicated to those that follow? Think about it: how have you learned from those who have gone before? It seems to me that the most compelling tribal treasures are communicated through story and song, through painting and poems. Perhaps this is what Dostoevsky was getting at. </p>
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<p style="background-color: white; color: #18191a; font-family: Helvetica; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">As I imagine myself in the role of ancestor, what tale of beauty or bravery am I weaving with my life? What design of courage do my colours paint? Is it possible that I might create something here that offers hope for a world reconciled to love once more?</p>
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<p style="background-color: white; color: #18191a; font-family: Helvetica; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">If this sounds fanciful or romanticised to you, I have perhaps failed to ground it in the grit of ordinary life, where all true stories unfold. Here in 2020, as we see the unravelling of previously eminent cultures, what words do I use to describe what I see? How do I construct a container for family life that is resilient and purposeful? As the world is shaken by a global pandemic, what habits create an unshakeable foundation for my life? What investments am I making in the life of my family, community or co-workers that will outlast my own energies? And is there anything of enduring beauty that I am making, to be discovered and sifted through when I am gone?</p>
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<p style="background-color: white; color: #18191a; font-family: Helvetica; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">What kind of an ancestor am I? I realise I have scribed here more questions than answers. Questions seem fitting, though, for this perspective on history. True answers will come only from those yet to be, from those who come after us who look back on our lives. When, years from now, they celebrate this October weekend of Allhallowtide, All Saints and the Feast of Souls, what reflections will come to their minds about those of us who have gone before?</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #18191a; font-family: Helvetica; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p>
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<!--End mc_embed_signup-->Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17541095532511325323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022968173023736210.post-19913913527655809542020-09-04T03:22:00.001-07:002020-09-04T03:22:23.267-07:00Friday 4 September<p>I've just had a run. The dogs are fed and settling down to recover and to 'guard' the driveway. With Tim and Keziah away and Manu sleeping late, the rest of the house is quiet. As I strip off my running kit and step under the water, I am already relishing the thought of fresh clothes and morning coffee. I let the stream of water run over my neck and shoulders and reach for the shampoo.</p><p>I find an empty space. My hand waves around searching in vain for the bottle, and I peer through the jets in disbelief. Seconds later, my mind flashes back to the previous evening and the long shower Manu took to wash her hair. 'Darn those girls,' I mutter to myself, as I step dripping out of the shower and stomp naked along the tiled hallway to the girls' bathroom. Grabbing the poached bottle, I traipse back through my own puddles until I am under the water once more.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKQ-Ap8WvwRkN64nn65_ymGbHW6oYDhAbD8JJFBU-YaaPc9eO-IiKMJj507ccJ_kx8OFYART-FmpHtYNjMYEEtZCgwKe4une0T5zWhq4qM9AMAUKmmmvWjVn-LKrkUppIcxWjnpYFs22yT/s2048/abigail-lynn-gswmhxOfPXE-unsplash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKQ-Ap8WvwRkN64nn65_ymGbHW6oYDhAbD8JJFBU-YaaPc9eO-IiKMJj507ccJ_kx8OFYART-FmpHtYNjMYEEtZCgwKe4une0T5zWhq4qM9AMAUKmmmvWjVn-LKrkUppIcxWjnpYFs22yT/w333-h500/abigail-lynn-gswmhxOfPXE-unsplash.jpg" width="333" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">[Photo by Abigail Lynn on Unsplash]</span></div><br /><p>As I muttered to myself under the shower that morning, I felt stopped in my tracks. I heard that kind of quiet whisper that reminds us of something more true than our own offence, or lack of generosity. I was rehearsing those stock phrases that go something like, 'motherhood ... nothing of my own ... so presumptuous ... no respect ...' and mentally lining up the words I'd say later to my daughter. Then beneath my own inner monologue, I heard another voice.</p><p>Just a few days before, I had come across a question in a book I was reading. 'How do you pray?' the author asked. 'And what does this say about your relationship with God?'</p><p>At first I thought it was a bit of a basic question. (You can be sure that whenever we think that we are <i>beyond</i> a question like this, there is something we are missing.) And then my mind went back to childhood, to those times when we would make requests for Christmas presents. Mum and Dad did their best to furnish five kids with the gifts they wanted, but money was tight. So often, the Christmas gift in my mind was very different to the less expensive version that was wrapped and waiting under the tree on Christmas morning. As I reflected on this, I realised that so often I approach God guardedly. I bring my heart's desires but I modify my expectations. </p><p>It's as if I say, 'here's what I really want. But I know that it would be really presumptuous to expect that, so I'll take whatever you can throw my way.' </p><p>Given that my relationship with God is about much more than me making requests and waiting for the wrapped gift to materialise, I hadn't paused to take stock of this dynamic. Yet for sure this element of my prayer life revealed something about how I perceive my relationship with God.</p><p>Back to the shower ...</p><p>'How beautiful,' I heard the whisper say, 'That your daughter knows that whatever you have is hers. How lovely that she presumes on your generous heart to bless her. If only you approached me that way.'</p><p>And you know, it's true. There is nothing in God's heart that hears our desires, dreams, needs or longings and responds, 'So presumptuous ... no respect ... who does she think she is?' No! Rather, there is a gladness of heart to have us draw out of God's abundance, a willingness to provide what is needed, a fulfilment in being our source.</p><p>Still ... it's nice to be asked, you know?!</p>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17541095532511325323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022968173023736210.post-14331284465092275782020-08-29T03:49:00.004-07:002020-08-29T03:54:07.824-07:00Saturday 29 August<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "helvetica neue"; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><i>My darling girl, I want to tell you something that is easy to forget in the ordinariness of tampons and paracetamol, of hot water bottles and concern about whether to wear your white shorts today.</i></span></div><p></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px;">Your body is expressing something of you that is so very much like God. Deep within the cells of your being is the capacity to bring to birth something new, indeed to participate in the growing of a new reality that will, like you, bear the very stamp and reflection of God. And when you - yes, you! - participate in the bringing forth of this new thing, when you give a name to that newness, the God of the universe will welcome that image-bearing creation and call it by the name you gave.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrXBdQKT60msXy4iZYvrIkosAHBKnzVeaELnAxNwiLn2i41tE9Hb9xUx_SQaS_Xth9QmrQQu83xLHhT6v-5ZmTrXZjCdNGBesn66gWcqcs3Tx07FsAG5mhLjmMgka3BXG9YcLaGZTXhRM3/s2048/jakob-owens-SaO8RBYC0bs-unsplash.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="343" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrXBdQKT60msXy4iZYvrIkosAHBKnzVeaELnAxNwiLn2i41tE9Hb9xUx_SQaS_Xth9QmrQQu83xLHhT6v-5ZmTrXZjCdNGBesn66gWcqcs3Tx07FsAG5mhLjmMgka3BXG9YcLaGZTXhRM3/w513-h343/jakob-owens-SaO8RBYC0bs-unsplash.jpg" width="513" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">[Photo by Jakob Owens on Unsplash]</span></span></div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px;"><p>I write as if this were about your physical make-up but be sure to remember, this is true of all that you might bring to birth through your life. We are stepping into the territory of the divine here, my love. Every month, you will be reminded that within you is a place of creation, a place in which new life can be formed. You will remember that new life is not some romantic notion, but comes with struggle and often some suffering. And yet, this creative capacity within you mirrors God herself.</p></span><p></p>
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<p style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">The day unfurls with the awakening sun and slips away with the moon’s rising. The tide empties itself on the sand and draws back again into the deep. You too are part of this beautiful rhythm of waking and sleeping, beginnings and endings, knowing emptiness and returning to be filled. Your body will remind you that you are part of a great whole, an expansive web of being that breathes with the very breath of God.</p><p style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWUfkhoK3ZioCQXWjMgnMpF42ivpS-NLceMBy9EknPXFv1xXriAgHGssj0gfuCl1ZtFDuvJFMSd4troagtYLjPMgJT0jt1SGJLlE4_krkHZL36rZQVPsEHbAsnFYIitGAeWXFhk1H45C58/s2047/josh-kahen-KL9IanHzSE4-unsplash.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1612" data-original-width="2047" height="403" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWUfkhoK3ZioCQXWjMgnMpF42ivpS-NLceMBy9EknPXFv1xXriAgHGssj0gfuCl1ZtFDuvJFMSd4troagtYLjPMgJT0jt1SGJLlE4_krkHZL36rZQVPsEHbAsnFYIitGAeWXFhk1H45C58/w512-h403/josh-kahen-KL9IanHzSE4-unsplash.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px;">[Photo by Josh Kahen on Unsplash]</span></div><br /><p style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Oh, that you might learn to embrace the knowing of your body, whose every cell is imprinted with a sense of time, a way of becoming, a pace and pattern that is designed for goodness. Every system of your being is looped together in great swirls of interconnecting life, reflecting the integration and mutual support of all that has been made.</p>
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<p style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">The world will tempt you to distort or diminish your femaleness. To make it something that can be seen only as a support to or adornment for maleness. This confusion between seeking to be less than yourself, while simultaneously more than they say you are, will become exhausting.</p>
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<p style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Instead, my love, come to rest in the truth of your own beauty. Embark on this journey of womanhood knowing that your entire being reflects something of God that can only be seen through the female. More than being one who merely receives what is given or implanted, you are one who uniquely participates in, generates and gives form to the future. Understand yourself to be a place of creation and birth, a place of fierce protectiveness and ferocious tenacity. A place of growing, nurturing, and releasing. You are filled with the life of God.</p>
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<p style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Fall into the embrace of nature’s holding, my darling. Find yourself held by the supportive net that is the rhythm and flow of the created world. Know yourself to be part of its goodness, and part of its journey towards redemption. </p><p style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p>
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And I also mean, <i>Sjoe, it's been a month</i>.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQQukq5jiJ-iBj4jcI-kZrRNK-_q1Pz90JrqIlrkGSvuHnsUUY6jrEjyr_JsBX4lOS1cH-Q0cRdRQqRTt_Ys65gDGCcjNy7pWwMJ9iiRPYZSdofgrxitR7l0itABtfgkpKr5BCwV41XdEM/s2048/jake-givens-ocwmWiNAWGs-unsplash.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1360" data-original-width="2048" height="340" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQQukq5jiJ-iBj4jcI-kZrRNK-_q1Pz90JrqIlrkGSvuHnsUUY6jrEjyr_JsBX4lOS1cH-Q0cRdRQqRTt_Ys65gDGCcjNy7pWwMJ9iiRPYZSdofgrxitR7l0itABtfgkpKr5BCwV41XdEM/w512-h340/jake-givens-ocwmWiNAWGs-unsplash.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><p>Do you ever have that feeling that, in order to be present to your own life, you just have to hunker down? Sometimes it seems to me that life requires a sort of gathering in, a quietness and focus that creates a deeper, stiller place on the inside. I guess this month required that kind of holding.</p><p>This month marked our 7 year anniversary of living in Spain, and with that milestone we are sensing ourselves coming to the end of something, and to the beginning of something new. Of course, this month our eldest daughter was preparing to move to the UK to study for 4 years. As we celebrate and send her out, I find myself thinking of all that the last 7 years have meant in her life. </p><p>She arrived here as a fresh-faced pre-teen, about to turn 12. Just as she was starting high school, she took the courageous decision to plunge into language immersion by attending school in Spanish. My brave and beautifully sensitive girl! That decision saw us embark on quite the rocky journey, along which she navigated through three different schooling contexts, and through the complexities of teen friendships.</p><p>It wasn't easy for her, and it sure as hell wasn't easy to know how to support her as a parent. It was hard not to feel responsible for moving her here, you know? As we come to this place of closure and new beginnings, I see the grit and grace that's being worked into her life and wonder at the ways the struggle might still offer her its gifts.</p><p>Just as this 7 year season is gathered into a place of closure for our daughter, we also sense some sort of completion of the season in our own lives. It's natural, I'm sure, for our inter-connected lives to mirror one another in certain ways. And it also speaks to me of the orderliness of things, that can seem so unpredictable and chaotic at times. There's a rightness, I sense, to all this shifting.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6LX9pntu4EI0NrIKZy9XstqiM-561ksYtQAbgr5SsLplgdZQORLtb79xgK3xuprXWW38uJU__IbWD3f75MSi1TWCHie-kJzt-CMgfRXHFeq3aZFJCPSK8T5Bt7f1s6PlGsRcQdlkPyx5K/s2048/anne-nygard-0yp3Vvkfb8E-unsplash.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="342" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6LX9pntu4EI0NrIKZy9XstqiM-561ksYtQAbgr5SsLplgdZQORLtb79xgK3xuprXWW38uJU__IbWD3f75MSi1TWCHie-kJzt-CMgfRXHFeq3aZFJCPSK8T5Bt7f1s6PlGsRcQdlkPyx5K/w512-h342/anne-nygard-0yp3Vvkfb8E-unsplash.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><p>While prepping Keziah to launch out, then, Tim and I have been traversing a rather intense and very intentional time of discernment. It has been a time to ask ourselves, what do we want the next season to look like? I am sure the times in which we are all living have bumped many of us towards such questions! Given that Tim celebrated a milestone birthday at around the same time as local lockdown, it is unsurprising to be reimagining our place here in Spain and the ways our particular gifts and dreams might play out in the next season.</p><p>During this time, I have been incredibly grateful for the support of a Spiritual Director who is new to me. Based in South Africa, she is trained (and trains others) in the Ignatian tradition and has offered such an intentional way of moving through this time of transition. I will write more about the process <a href="http://mirandaheathcote.com" target="_blank">on my website</a>, as I feels sure this signposting of the discernment process would be helpful to many of you.</p><p>There's a sweetness and a vulnerability, isn't there, in leaving the security of the shore we know and setting out into something new. We sense the goodness of the invitation to move forward, and yet we are anxious to know that we are heeding the directions correctly, following the signposts accurately. We are conscious of the others who will be impacted by our decisions, and concerned to pay careful attention to the whisper of the Spirit, as well as to our own hearts.</p><p>So all that has been going on. And in the meantime, I have been giving time and attention to a writing project that is close to my heart. Any writers out there will be aware that the road towards a final publication is not always straightforward. There have been good and difficult challenges to my own writerly thoughts, which all requires processing. And as you know, life happens in the complex context of our own personal journeys towards wholeness, which can mean there's a lot to hold sometimes, right? </p><p>But hold it we can, if we are just willing to embrace what is real about ourselves, in this moment. Sometimes that demands a month without blogging. So be it - it's all good.</p><p><br /></p>
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The other day, I sat at my computer feeling a bit bleak and uninspired. Within an hour I had posted a blog entry full of words that felt like me, only at a bit of distance. A friend commented to say, ‘Your writing gets better and better!’ Other times, I work on a piece for ages and what emerges seems to move nobody but me.<br />
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Writers talk about ‘finding your voice.’ By this they mean that tone, or particular way of sounding to the reader, that is inimitably you. Writers’ voices can be a bit like masks. We try them on for size or style, judging how long we will keep them by the way others respond. Do they like funny? Or smart? Or informal? Or quirky? But in the end we have to find our true voice, the one that isn’t crafted for the reaction it will get, but for the truth it expresses.<br />
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As a child, I moved with my family from the south of England to the north (and later, back again). By that age, I had already developed an accent that identified me as a southerner. To the kids at school, this southern voice meant ‘snob’ and their taunts reminded me that I was different, that I didn’t speak as one of them. I might have tried to adopt their accent but by then it was too late, I was already pegged as an interloper.<br />
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Perhaps this stood me in good stead later in life, when I moved away from the UK. When I have learned other languages, my accent gives me away as a non-native speaker. People are not always sure where I am from, they just know that I am not from ‘here.’ And when I am with American friends we are all speaking the same language, more or less, but I am constantly reminded that my voice is not like theirs.<br />
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My voice, spoken or written, tells something of who I am and where I have been. It gets different reactions from those listening, depending on their own story. Similarly, I might read an author and find her words offer an affirming space to explore the ever expanding reality of God. Another interprets her word as new age mysticism and goddess worship, a little like saying, ’This accent is off, this voice does not belong.’<br />
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While a writer wants her words to find their way to the reader, her job is not to alter her voice to make it more acceptable. Even as I write this, I am aware that our cultural epoch is one in which it is difficult to be true to one’s own voice. In this playground, the wrong voice gets you labelled not as a snob, but as a bigot.<br />
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So we writers keep on trying to find our voice and, once found, to keep it. To stay true to an expression of ourselves that conveys something of our unique makeup and message, while also writing in a way that can be received.<br />
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In the Bible (still the bestselling book - or anthology of books, poems and letters - of all time) Jesus is called ‘The Word.’ It’s sort of like saying that when we get lost listening to all the other voices - the voices that tell us what they think scripture says, and how we should therefore understand it - we can go back to Jesus. Jesus is the true ‘writer’s voice’ of God. So when the ‘accent’ of the bible throws us off course, or confuses us as we try to get to know God and God’s ways, we can go back to the life of Jesus.<br />
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How did Jesus live? How did he speak? How did he interact? How did he treat people who were different from him? How can we imagine him behaving towards the things that are important to us, in a way that would be absolutely in keeping with the way he lived his life? When we go back to Jesus, we find a consistency of being that reveals to us the being of God.<br />
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What this means, then, is that if someone tries to tell you something about God (or about the Christian life, church life, or religious life) that is not consistent with the voice and person of Jesus, it is likely that his or her own ‘voice’ is distorting the true voice of Jesus. This is a tricky process in our lives as followers of Jesus, and learners of The Way. Even when we try our hardest and believe ourselves to be unbiased readers, we all have our own cultural lenses through which we read and interpret the bible and other books about faith. The best we can do is to keep returning to the Word, Jesus himself.<br />
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So if you, like me, find yourself longing to hear a clarity of voice in the cacophony of other voices, I recommend these two books.<br />
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<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Trent Sheppard (2017) Jesus Journey: Shattering the Stained Glass Superhero and <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Discovering the Humanity of God<br />
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<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Tom Wright (2011) Simply Jesus: who he was and why it matters.<br />
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These authors will point you back to Jesus himself, and help you to tune in to his voice. They’ll remind you to go back to those scriptures that are filled with Jesus’ own questions, stories, comments and prayers. And even though we have to read a translation of what he originally said, something true of God is still communicated when we focus on Jesus’ voice.<br />
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Try it. Let me know what you discover.Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17541095532511325323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022968173023736210.post-68048859913695395872020-07-21T05:25:00.001-07:002020-07-21T05:25:12.125-07:00Tuesday 21 July<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17541095532511325323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022968173023736210.post-61761362020375709182020-07-20T01:41:00.003-07:002020-07-20T01:41:57.617-07:00Monday 20 JulyHow was your weekend? After a week of feeling flat, I loved having friends over for lunch on Sunday. These are moments when the extroverted side of me shows its face and I am reminded that, for all the crazyness of this season, when I see people everything seems brighter.<br />
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(It is possible that not <i>all</i> people would qualify for that statement. Anyhow ... moving on!)<br />
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There's nothing I love more than good conversation over an extended meal-time. It offers the opportunity for connection and laughter, and can be just what we need to remind us who we are and that we belong. Meal-times can be a place of rehearsing what it means to be the people of God, even as we describe to one another those glimpses of God's good kingdom we've been privileged to recently witness.<br />
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But conversations like this don't just happen, it takes some intentionality. Countless meal-times can be taken up in correcting children's behaviour, complaining, or in the back-and-forth pinball of information and running commentary.<br />
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Yesterday we simply asked one another what had been the highs and lows of our last couple of weeks. It was good to hear from those who are slower to draw attention to themselves, as well as those who are quick to converse. And it was good to create space for the kids to participate when they were significantly outnumbered by adults.<br />
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Maybe you are looking for intentional questions to ask around your meal table? Or perhaps, like me, you long for a way to have deeper conversations with those you see regularly? Here are 10 questions I came up with that I think might help:<br />
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1. Describe someone in your childhood who played a positive significant role in your life (a parent, other adult, mentor). What did you learn from them?<br />
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2. Tell us about a close friend. What do you enjoy about this friendship and what makes this person important to you?<br />
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3. How do you most like to recharge? Describe a perfect weekend away, or short vacation.<br />
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4. What is something difficult in your life that you have watched God redeem? How do you experience this now?<br />
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5. When you were a child, what did you hope for in your life? Which of those hopes have been realised, which remain hopes for you, and which have lost their appeal?!<br />
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6. Describe an area of your life in which you are experiencing growth or stretching in this season. What makes this easy or difficult?<br />
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7. What kind of situations make you feel most uncomfortable? Why is that?<br />
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8. Describe 3 significant 'turning points' in your walk with Jesus. What were you learning at those times?<br />
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9. What is something you would do if you were not afraid?<br />
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10. Describe something in your life that you would love to do over. What would you change and why?<br />
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And if you exhaust those questions (good for you!) then I came across<a href="https://www.lemonade.com/blog/creating-meaningful-conversations/" target="_blank"> this post</a> that also looks full of good questions.<br />
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Finally, I would LOVE to hear about significant conversations you have shared around your meal table. What makes those moments precious to you? And what are some ways you like to be intentional in creating meaningful moments with friends and family?Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17541095532511325323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022968173023736210.post-16602452333901527772020-07-17T02:58:00.003-07:002020-07-17T03:10:28.014-07:00Friday 17 July<style type="text/css">
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">This week, I have spoken to a couple of people who described a good part of their experience of the last months as ‘feeling flat.’ I guess we can all identify those moments or seasons when we don’t feel much of anything … nothing much to complain about, no depths of despair, but no great highs of joy either. Aside from the emotional flatness, physically we might feel lacking in ‘umph’ or energy, socially we may be a bit withdrawn, and perhaps we also find our thinking or decision-making lacks its usual sharpness.</span><span class="Apple-converted-space" style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span><span class="s1"></span></div>
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<span class="s1">I don’t know about you, but when I feel flat I need the safe container of my usual rhythms. Maybe just a touch ‘lighter.’ So, I need to move my body and I might choose to walk the dogs rather than go for a run. I need to read and reflect, and I may choose a devotional that’s a bit less demanding, or perhaps engage in a more structured journalling exercise that I don’t have to think too hard about. And it might sound silly, but when I feel like this it helps me to avoid video in my online conversations and stick to audio. I guess there’s a need for everything to be lighter than normal.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">This reminds me of one of the workout programs I have done, in which the trainer coaches her crew to ‘lighten up but don’t quit.’ It’s okay to switch out our weights, to choose something that feels manageable for right now, without needing to come to the complete standstill of hiding under the duvet and eating ice cream for three days straight. It’s so much harder to get going again if we stop dead in our tracks. But it’s quite right to ‘live light’ for a little while.</span></div>
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<li>To get outside, to be in nature. Beauty is restorative.</li>
<li>To pull away from social media and remember what is most real in my life. </li>
<li>To focus on one or two simple and light practices that I can do TODAY and then again tomorrow. </li>
<li>To breathe or meditate, to ground myself in this moment. </li>
<li>To practice gratitude. </li>
<li>To be around people who know how to show soul hospitality - allowing me to be me without trying to fix, counsel, or judge. </li>
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I come to this flaccid conclusion by virtue of having lived a few years. And the longer I live, the more I realise that I might be right about a few things. But then again, I might be wrong about a whole lot.<br />
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Never fear, dear reader. I am not having a crisis of faith. Not that there is anything wrong with doubt and questions ... they can be the very thing that is needed to move you into a deeper and richer place. But no, I have weathered a few storms and am very, very grateful to find myself on solid ground. That is, God is good and Jesus is the rock (if this throws you into a tizzy, feel free to chat).<br />
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As for the other stuff, so much of it is point of view.<br />
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I was helping to facilitate a team debrief today. And there's nothing like having a group of people in the room together, all talking about an experience they have in common, to realise that no two people see things in exactly the same way. You can talk about it until you are blue in the face, and still one person sees purple and the other sees green. Do you want to fall out about the precise hue of this colour or that one? Or do you want to open your eyes and try your best to take in the purplish strain of that greenish turquoise that they see so clearly?<br />
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Don't even get me started on culture. It turns out that the correct ways of doing things that - consciously or subconsciously - I was brought up to observe, are not universal. While it is second nature to me to keep the noise down so that I don't disturb my neighbours, that is simply not a value here in Spain. Sharing the music is sharing the joy! And when I arrive or leave a party without greeting each and every person, for some people that would be downright rude while for me I am simply not wanting to make a fuss, grab the limelight, or disturb the hubbub of the group.<br />
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When it comes to character, I have to face the rather terrifying reality that I am as likely as the next person to have blind spots. That's the thing ... we are blind to our own spots! Isn't it astonishing how easy we find it to see those faults in other people to which they are oblivious? And you can bet your Aunt Nelly's inherited collection of silver teapots that they can see your blind spots just as easily. I know ... it sucks. What this means is not only can I not be certain of what I think I know, but I can be absolutely sure that I don't know what I don't know (yet). Did you get that?<br />
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Where does this leave us then? In a no-man's land of uncertainty and relative truth? Well, possibly, but that is not my intention. I think it leaves us adopting the posture of a learner. Not just as a child, not just as a young adult, not just when we are new to a culture or to a role, but forever. How would it be for us to engage in situations, conversations and relationships with a deep conviction that we have something to learn?<br />
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<li>There is something this person sees that I have never seen.</li>
<li>There is something this culture values that I haven't learned to appreciate.</li>
<li>There is something in this situation that I haven't thought of yet.</li>
<li>There is a way of doing things here that is new to me.</li>
<li>There is something to see in me that is uncomfortable and yet so important for me to see.</li>
<li>There is an adventure to be had here that I hadn't known to anticipate.</li>
<li>There could be a better way to do this that I haven't learned until now.</li>
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The world seems to be in a strange space right now. We are in great need of a sure and steady rock on which to stand, and at the same time we are suffocating for the lack of breathing space in public discourse. Honestly, it makes me want to withdraw from the conversation when the dialogue is so strident, so dogmatic; when everyone is so convinced of their own goddamned rightness. </div>
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How would it be for us to try, just for a while, to be learners? How awful would it be, really, to admit that maybe we don't know all that there is to know? And maybe, just maybe, we might be wrong about a few things? Or if not wrong, then could there also be another way of looking at things? What do we risk by stepping away from our old certainties in order to take in what lies just beyond our view? Could there be a larger vision, or a broader horizon that awaits us? </div>
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Could it be that the world does not need more leaders who can persuade others of their own, strongly held point of view? Maybe the world needs more leaders who are willing to learn and to listen, who can ask a good question and then be quiet. Maybe we need fewer experts and more disciples? </div>
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I love the curiosity this implies, the sense of not having an answer that's all tied up, but of being on an adventure of discovery. How would this approach alter the way we engage in conversations and relationships, I wonder? Is it possible that it might lighten the burdens of responsibility we carry, to have 'the answer' or to 'do things right?'</div>
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Today, we hosted the family that used to live in the house we rent. They are leaving Spain and are in a process of saying farewell to the significant people and places of the last 9 years. In amongst the coffee mugs and the muffin crumbs, it felt sweet to listen out for the whisper of God at work in their lives and the lives of their kids.</div>
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Today, we also celebrated the birthday of a friend, a wind-swept bunch of us seeking shade on a sun-baked beach. I find myself wanting to be around these people, to have more time to dig for the divine treasures to be found in relationships and in the unfolding process of sharing life.</div>
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Today, there were moments of kids being overwhelmed, moments of peaceful walking with the dogs, moments of connection with the wider family and workaday moments of emails, training questions and planning. How would it be for me to engage each of these scenarios with a desire to discover the ways God is making his presence felt in it all?</div>
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You know the really great thing about this posture of a detective? It's that we are bound to discover something good - most likely, something much more good than we had hoped or imagined. So, here's to listening close ... here's to be detectives of divinity. Who's with me?!</div>
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It’s actually true that this is part of my story. At one point in my life, I was ALL about being skinny. I would run my hands over my body, searching for any telltale padding that would be evidence I was failing. I distinctly remember taking a photo of myself in a swimsuit, and then marking with a black marker on the printed image the curves of my thighs that needed to be eradicated. I stoked my self-loathing with determination to eat less and exercise more, seeking to bury under this furnace the true pain of my soul.<br />
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You see, the integration of my being had been dismantled early on in life. While I don’t know enough to say categorically that this happens to <i>all</i> of us, it does seem pretty much true across the board. Whether it’s being told that big boys don’t cry, or being touched inappropriately, or being forced to do things our bodies intuitively told us to be scared of, we come to think of our bodies as separate from and mere containers for the rest of who we are. Speaking for myself, from a young age I had learned to think of my body as something that would betray me, that made me vulnerable. It was a battle I tried to win both by making myself very small, and by fuelling the type of anger that creates a force field of self protection.<br />
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This is a road that leads inexorably to disintegration. Out of touch with pain, it becomes impossible to feel joy. Unable to feel at one with oneself, it hard to foster intimacy with anyone else.<br />
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My journey of formation - this lifelong process of becoming in which each of us is engaged - has been one of moving towards integration; of learning what it means that every dimension of my humanity is intricately connected with every other part. My spiritual state, I have come to realise, is not separate from my physical self. My body is not simply a container for my emotions, my intellect and my personality.<br />
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This was not something I learned in church, growing up. Our family was always active in our local evangelical fellowship, which meant going to church for prayer meetings and youth group during the week, and often going twice on a Sunday. We learned some great truths about what God is like and how we are to live as his people. And we also learned some wonky things that were not so helpful, either by what was said, or by what was left unsaid. In all the years I was surviving the school day on an apple and a carton of no-fat yogurt, all the years I was making myself sick when I felt I had eaten too much, all the years I was trying to figure out the confusing tension between being attractive to and vulnerable at the hands of men, never once did I hear a sermon that mentioned the body. Not once.<br />
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There’s no judgement here, I don’t think this is unusual. Our ways of thinking have been so impacted by Platonic thinking, and the philosophical thought that followed. In a nutshell, Plato (whose objective was to describe a systematic understanding of the soul) argued that the highest part of the human being was reason, followed by two further dimensions of spirit and base appetite. It was reason, Plato believed, that gave us a likeness to the divine. Neoplatonism took Plato’s thinking even further and argued that since non-physical God was all good and the source of light, then matter was darkness and the source of all evil. According to this way of thinking, a person’s goal should be to deny the material part of herself since it must be what separates humanity from God.<br />
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It’s a long and convoluted story, but essentially Christian thought grew in the petri dish of a culture that separated the physical part of the human from the non-physical part, calling the physical part bad and the non-physical part good. We are still in the process of working out this massive heresy. The healing will take some time.<br />
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In my own process of learning and growing, I have become convinced that every dimension of our beings is inextricably interwoven with every other part. This means that what I believe - my tacit as well as my intellectual beliefs - is worked out in how I think about myself, about God, and about the world around me. It also means that the way I live in my body is far from being incidental to or divorced from my faith. In fact, if I am being saved from a way of being in the world that leads <i>away</i> from life and goodness, and into one that leads <i>towards</i> comprehensive flourishing, then that should have implications for how I live in my body - how I eat, how I move, how I am in the world as a physical, flesh and blood person.<br />
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I have to confess that I still have moments when I long for skinniness more than I long for health. I still have judgemental thoughts against my body and am tempted to see it as an object to be whipped into shape, rather than as a true expression of who I am. Nevertheless, I am on a journey of learning how to pause, to listen, and to wonder … to listen to what my body is telling me about how I am really doing, and to wonder how I can live more deeply into the invitation to work out my salvation in my flesh and bone.<br />
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<i>How about you? What message does your body speak about what is most true of you? In what way does the way you live in your body give expression to the non-physical parts of you? How are your professions of faith and your embodied humanity at odds or in sync with one another?</i><br />
<br />Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17541095532511325323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022968173023736210.post-53055535499005770032020-06-25T06:51:00.003-07:002020-06-25T06:54:29.377-07:00Thursday 25 JuneIt's more than 100 days since we went into a State of Alarm here in Spain. And for the last 3 months, there has been a stillness over the valley that's spread like a carpet below our home. When I’ve been waking in the morning and looking out from my balcony in the clear air, I have been aware of birdsong and peace. When I have walked the dogs in the woodland near our home, it has been still and quiet. The days may have been busy, with various online connections and work-related assignments, but the stillness has felt like a big inhale and exhale, a deep breath at the start and end of each day.<br />
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Over the last couple of weeks, Spain has been returning to its usual rhythmic hum. This week, international borders have opened and, although I haven’t been too aware of it yet, soon the valley will fill with the sound of planes landing and taking off at the airport. The roads, for a while so quiet with just the occasional vehicle passing, are back to the normal buzz as people race in and out of Malaga and along the coastal highway.<br />
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Now, when I walk the dogs as I did this morning, we hear the whoosh, whoosh, whoosh of vehicles passing, one after the other along the road that marks the bottom boundary of the hill we skirt around. The sound disturbs my thoughts and makes it difficult for the dogs to hear me when I call.<br />
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Distractions reassert themselves, are you finding that too? It’s all good, this return to work and the ability to move around more freely. Yet it is undeniably true that I miss the quiet, the opportunity to breathe.<br />
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Yesterday, I listened to an interview with John Eldredge (by the way, if you haven’t yet tried his ‘One Minute Pause’ app do check it out, it’s great). In the interview he said that we live in a sort of madness. Our western culture, he said, imposes on us a way of life that is crippling in its pace, its level of distraction, and its demands. Our bodies and minds, let alone our emotions and our spirits, were not designed to do well when pushed and pulled in these kinds of ways.<br />
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What does this mean for us? Was our 3 months in home confinement time enough to reset? Did it give us sufficient opportunity to consider the way we want to live, and to make choices about how we might put that into practice? Have we been able to adopt any new rhythms or practices that we can confidently take with us into this great ‘return’ to whatever normal is for us now?<br />
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It takes time to build a life, to be intentional about how to construct our days. It takes time to bump out of the rut of old patterns and to establish new ways of being in the world. Perhaps, like me, you realise that the new things you have been trying - maybe a little more time reflecting, or a daily walk - still feel a little fragile in the face of the daily grind. It could be that these new habits need a bit more time and effort before they become solid, and that right now you find yourself easily knocked back into the rut of distracted living.<br />
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How would it be for us to resist the relentless draw to be busy, the pressure to fill our free time with the stuffing of entertainment, connectivity and consumerism? Is there any residual goodness from home confinement that you want to keep hold of? Perhaps it is not so important to reply to an email as soon as it pings for our attention? Could we leave our phones on charge elsewhere in the house and thus create a margin of peace around waking and bedtime, to allow us to <i>be with ourselves</i> before we have to be with the world? What practice of reflection, or meditation, or creativity might we incorporate into our daily lives as an act of rebellion against the media invasions that foster a sort of madness in our minds?<br />
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The environment may be still no longer, but I want to fight for my own inner stillness. How about you?<div><br />
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Do I write about the weekend of outdoor fun we had? Only there are some people who are sensitive to us having a little too much fun (true story) and we ourselves are cautious about giving the wrong impression of our hard-working lives to those who pay our salaries. And then I'd have to argue for fun and adventure being a reasonable part of any believer's life, not just missionaries, since our lives are, after all, intended as a message that declares <i>Good News</i>.</div>
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Maybe, then, I should write about Father's Day? That ought to be a safe bet and gives me yet another opportunity to brag on my very braggable husband. A bit awkward though, since I might find myself in memoir mode, writing about fathers of previous generations. As any writer of memoir will tell you, expect trouble if you start telling your side of a family's complex and many-layered tale. Especially if they're all still alive ... and can read.</div>
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Right, well then, I could write about my day. And the meeting I was part of in which three fifths of the participants spoke for 90% of the time. And yes, they did all happen to have penises while the other two fifths did not. But oh, people start to get really quite uncomfortable when one raises such anecdotal observations about these topics that are so open to personal interpretation. I'm sure they meant no harm, and perhaps I was hormonal today?</div>
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Communication really can be ever so tricky, can't it? So, perhaps I shall just leave it there.</div>
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Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17541095532511325323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022968173023736210.post-17950313600831735462020-06-20T11:19:00.000-07:002020-06-20T11:28:47.139-07:00Saturday 20 JuneIn the prayer poem known as Psalm 31, we read this:<br />
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During this pandemic, I think we have all felt what it is to wait for something. The kind of waiting that offers no indication of how long it will last. The kind of waiting against which it is useless to fight, the kind we are powerless to control. Perhaps we have felt what it is to wait in a place of enforced inactivity, when we feel the pressing from every side and yet can do nothing to manoeuvre ourselves further along. </div>
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Some of us have experienced waiting in a place of fear, anxiety or dread. Others of us have waited with impatience, railing against the circumstances. Some of us have felt resignation, the step-sister of surrender that leaves us weary or defeated rather than filled with hopeful resolve. Still others have refused to acknowledge the discomfort of waiting, preferring instead to drown out the feelings that irritate and trigger our places of brokenness, with entertainment, an unending series of online connections, and Amazon purchases.</div>
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However you have responded to the waiting, I feel you. Waiting with no definite end-date has to be one of the most destabilising experiences we know. We wait for a health diagnosis, hoping mutely for a positive outcome. We wait to get a new job, cycling countless times through hopeful determination and disappointment. We wait for our estranged daughter to pick up the phone. We wait for a financial breakthrough. We wait to get unstuck in a relationship or in circumstances that are not of our choosing. We wait to meet our soul mate, or for the person we admire to return our affections.</div>
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Waiting is so often unchosen. Think of Abram and Sara waiting for a child. Or Joseph waiting to see if his dreams would be fulfilled. Consider the Israelites waiting for their release from Egypt. And think of Anna and Simeon waiting expectantly at the Temple for a sign of the Messiah.</div>
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We wait. Indeed, as believers our individual stories unfold in the context of a Great Waiting: for the purposes of God to reach their fulfilment, for his sons and daughters to be revealed, and for everything to be caught up in Christ's reconciliation of all things to the Father. We wait with all the same emotions we experience in smaller ways over lesser waitings - sometimes with anxiety, with impatience, with resignation, often with weariness and every so often with clarity of vision and hopeful resolve.</div>
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And as we wait, we are changed. All waiting has the potential to achieve a wonderful, redemptive change in us. We are deepened through waiting. We come to see that we are not the captains of our own ships, rather that God is ever moving towards us with a heart of committed compassion and goodness. Waiting brings to the surface all the doubts and questions lurking in our minds and hearts. And waiting refuses, on the whole, to offer answers to these questions. Rather waiting, if we are willing to move more deeply into it, can become a place in which we come up against the bedrock of our deepest knowing and, in the end, find ourselves held fast. Eventually, we become like a weaned child with its mother (Psalm 131), finally ceasing our restless striving and coming to a place of rest.</div>
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Within the space of a month, three sets of people that have been part of 'the expat scene' here will be returning to the States. (Yes, somewhat surprisingly, of the non-Spanish people that we've met since moving here a large proportion are American.) Two families and a single woman will be leaving the country, each having lived here for several years. There are at least three other households that come to mind where the conversation is about the possibility of moving on (they do say that transition begins the moment you start thinking about it). And even if we haven't interacted a lot socially, I'm sure the shift of dynamic will be felt as friendships flex and make room for a different matrix of connections.<br />
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I reflect on this simply by way of noticing the very transitory nature of non-native communities like ours. For the past 22 years, we have worked with an organisation that is characterised much more by mobility than by stability. Of course, there are benefits to mobility. The aim of the game is to invest in the people of a particular place, to complete whatever ministry purpose you have for being there, and then to move. For some people, mobility is even more of an emphasis, as their role is to travel to run seminars or workshops, regularly serving in places where they are not living.<br />
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This can be a very flexible, responsive way of working. It creates the opportunity to respond to immediate needs in different parts of the world. While this breeds people who are very adaptable to different cultures and contexts, it means that our longest standing relationships are with other mobile people whom we've met on teams and projects around the world. It doesn't make for a sense of being known in the place where we actually live, and it's a completely different calling than the vocation of stability, of rootedness, of belonging and community-building.<br />
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I feel I must make a disclaimer here. We lived for almost 10 years in South Africa and we travelled a lot while we there. Nevertheless, we felt very rooted and the relationships we made during those years are still some of our most treasured and current. We have lived for 7 years in Spain, travelled far less, and we still feel like a piece of tumbleweed being blown across the landscape. All that to say, it is not necessarily the length of time in a place that breeds a sense of stability.<br />
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How do we navigate a call to <i>mobility</i> in such a way that we cultivate places of <i>stability</i> in our lives?<br />
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<li>Make friends with people who are rooted in the place where you live, who have history there. Their sense of stability will infect you with a feeling of relational longevity and connection to the geography. While this has been difficult for us to achieve in this season, I still hold to this value and hope.</li>
<li>Create intentional rhythms with a stable group, whether that is a regular weekend pizza night, or Sabbath meals to close off the working week. Consider other seasonal celebrations and develop a groove with a few friends. These patterns of connection nurture stability in us.</li>
<li>Be intentional about moments of arrival and departure, so that welcomes and farewells become meaningful moments and not just another airport run. It's easy for us to become so desensitised to all the comings and goings - ours and others - that we don't give ourselves time to adjust. We can establish some simple 're-attach' or 'release' routines to help ground us in <i>this </i>place.</li>
<li>Plant things. I know that sounds kind of simplistic but, truly, watching a garden grow year on year gives a sense of stability like nothing else. We planted a cherry tree that is now beginning to thicken out and look mature, and it causes us to feel invested in this place and its ongoing flourishing.</li>
<li>Identify those favourite places that bring you a sense of wellbeing and to which you return time after time. Whether a beauty spot you discovered on a hike, or a coffee shop that has a vibe you love, these can become sacred spaces for us. They connect us to this place and give us a sense of stability and belonging.</li>
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<span class="s1"><span>When we were not travelling, we initially used our house for office space. Keziah would sit at the desk alongside us, content to be wherever we were. And then we took an office away from home, and our small team began to grow. Tim and I had to figure out how to put our value for co-parenting into action, and began a tag-teaming partnership that would become pretty slick over the years. When people asked us how Keziah - and later Manu - coped with parents who both worked and travelled for ministry, we would point out that our kids actually had way more parental contact than the kid whose dad commutes to the city, works long hours and travels for business. Our flexible situation has meant that there’s always one of us available for school events, homework help, evening meals, sick days and holidays. I’m grateful for that.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span>Anyway, when Keziah was about 3 we thought it would be a good idea to have two mornings each week when we could both work, undistracted, at the office. We found a small, family-feeling creche where we thought she’d be happy. She wasn’t. After a couple of weeks, the staff let us know that it would be better if we waited a while, she didn’t seem ready to be separated from us. And although we waited, I’m not sure she was ever ready. As it turns out, this bright, creative child simply never found her groove when it came to attending school.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span>It’s true that Keziah had her fair share of challenges when it came to schooling. There was the time she went into Spanish school for a year, to learn the language. Which was her choice and really great for about 6 weeks, until she started feeling pressured to be more capable in Spanish than she actually felt. Then there was the time she refused to date a guy who had, up until that point, been a good friend to her. Suddenly, a few kids labelled her because, at the age of fourteen, she wasn’t ready for a romantic relationship. Some kids can shrug their shoulders and find a way to cope, and some just can’t. Somewhere along the line, while I vacillated between coaching, cajoling and being mad, either with her or with the system, I think Keziah decided she hated school. She saw it as an unjust system imposed on her against her will, and from then on it was pretty hard to stay the course.</span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Over the last couple of years, it seems school-related stress became worse, if that were possible. Tears, rants, running away, and worse: we had it all. I did my best to reach out for some support locally, but we were pretty much navigating it on our own. We had a few friends living in different parts of the world, not all of whom even knew one another, who became our lifeline for prayer. We could at least let a few people know when we had really awful days, and it meant a lot to hear some sane words of support spoken when feelings of despair were running high.</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span>You know, we can feel so responsible, as though we have to make the good stuff happen in the lives of our kids. Truly though, with room to discover their own sense of becoming, they can find the ability within themselves to say 'yes' and 'no' in the best kind of way. That, after all, is one mark of a good life - knowing to say 'yes' and 'no' to the right things. Somehow Keziah learned to speak loudly enough that even this hard-of-hearing mother could hear.</span></span></div>
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Being written by an academic person of colour, this particular communication was considered to have more credibility than, for example, the plethora of social media posts out there. And it makes some important points about the extremism of certain elements of the Black Lives Matter movement. I was invited to circulate the email to those in my network, to help educate around the questionable morality of those behind the protests currently being staged in cities around the world.<span class="s1"></span><br />
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I’m not going circulate that email. Not because it does not raise good questions, not because it is not well-argued, certainly not because I would unreservedly support all factions of BLM. But because I don’t want to be part of what can so easily sound like an attempt to avoid the responsibility to act justly. I'm just not interested in hearing that you might have found a loop hole. Why would you be looking for a loop hole? An excuse that releases you from the need to change your ways, to reexamine your world and the way you inhabit it?<br />
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Yes, there are some unhelpful and extreme activists out there, and there are also so many layers of what is called 'news' as to make the truth muddy at best. But here’s the thing: for too long the people of God have remained silent over issues of injustice and, in the space created by that silence, other voices have become loud and rowdy. I am not interested in arguing about whether those voices are now too loud or too rowdy, or whether the language they are using is too volatile.<br />
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I don't want to hear that we need to wait to properly separate out the 'good' or 'worthy' voices from the 'not-so-good' or 'unworthy' ones. It is true that there are those among the voices speaking up for black lives to matter who also speak for other causes. Some of those causes are not ones that I would support or want to see gain traction. Nevertheless, there is a roar rising around the world that has reached fever pitch precisely because the people of God - the very people who should at all times and in any way possible speak up for the weak, the poor, and the marginalised - we have waited too long, weighing our words to the point of saying nothing at all.<br />
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Case in point: I would have posted this last night, only waiting for Tim to read it before I went ahead. He expressed concern that <i>this</i> phrase might be mistaken, or <i>that</i> phrase could cause offence. While I welcome his input - I asked for it, after all - it very clearly demonstrates one of our current challenges. We can get so tied up in knots about saying the right thing that we end up keeping silent when we should speak.<br />
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It’s not bad to measure our words, but it’s more than our words that shall now be weighed. <i>We</i> shall be weighed in the balance that measures righteousness against unrighteousness, and I am afraid we shall be found wanting. If righteousness is being in 'right relationship' then to what extent can we be said to be in right relationship with our neighbour? And if we are not in 'right relationship' with our neighbour, then can we truly be said to be in 'right relationship' with God?<br />
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I don't know what the big answers are. That is, I don't know how we will figure out the large scale changes that need to be made when it comes to unjustly weighted systems. But let not our desire for the elusive solution stop us from pausing to feel our way around the problem, and to feel our way alongside those who live with that problem day in and day out. My job right now - and yours, if you are willing - is to figure out what I want <i>my life</i> to look like. Will I find ways to move towards to my neighbour, will I speak up or choose to remain blind to unjust systems, will I live generously or in ways that make me feel safer and more comfortable?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
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If you are interested, this is <a href="https://youtu.be/MyBfOX5OHRQ" target="_blank">a very helpful and thought-provoking video</a> as we all continue to find our way through.<br />
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It's beginning to feel like summer! Just one more week of school for Manu - and I am so proud of the way she has navigated the move to online school and schooling from home. It is <i>not</i> easy as an adult to be on the computer all day, every day, let alone as a child. Classes online seem to be just as noisy as classes in person, but with less teacher control and less of a community dynamic.<br />
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There are many things she has missed. Like walking between classes, seeing her school mates, playing football, and doing creative things in class. She has complained many times that school has become a boring round of worksheets, with every day the same as the last. She has kept her grades up, and continued to engage well. I admire her ability to be self-motivated, although I can see her enthusiasm and love of learning has taken a severe knock. </div>
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This weekend was a well-deserved break for her and the kids of another family, who are friends of ours. We went together to a reservoir about a 45 minute drive from home. There was a cool wind and personally I was chilly most of the time we were there, but the kids weren't bothered and spent lots of time in the water. The perfect antidote to a week of online schooling! It was fun to picnic and chat, and to celebrate the graduation of one of our friends from her master's program.</div>
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When we got home, Tim and I decided to finish the upholstery project we'd started the day before. Tim had picked up this old wood-framed chair from a family that are returning to the States. It was in a bit of a sad state, so we ordered new padding and set to work with some fabric I had been saving from our last visit to South Africa. I am really pleased with the result. </div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">Tim has sort of 'adopted' the chair that we have on our balcony as his spot for morning quiet times, or sundowners. In any case, it's a bit too deep to be comfortable for me (yes, that means my legs are too short!). This little chair is perfect for my height and now we have Mr and Mrs chairs! It was a fun project since, amidst the craziness of the world right now, I am still very aware that doing practical and creative activities is very grounding for me.</span></div>
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In other weekend round-up news, Tim and I enjoyed a great 12km trail run and lovely sundowners at the beach. As the world continues to twist and turn, in a tumult of sorrow and rage, indignation and opinion, I am grateful for the places and people that anchor me. Along with the fun and the sun, there were hard things this weekend - difficult words spoken, opinions touted, deep concerns felt for people we love and other we don't know personally. </div>
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As Martin Luther famously said, <i>Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree</i>. Enjoying the beauty of nature with friends, creating order and beauty in the environment around us, investing in the health of our bodies and our relationships - it's easy to think that these things are light and fluffy, irreverent even, when such grave and historic events are unfolding in the world around us. Could it be that it is <i>especially</i> at times such as these that our acts of love, and creativity, and celebration mean the most?</div>
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I will put my hand up and open my mouth on behalf of the marginalised, and I am ready for flinty conversations and difficult choices. And at the very same time, I continue to side with generative goodness and living a life of love and purpose. When you stop to think about it, these are two threads of the same message of restoration and redemption.</div>
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<!--End mc_embed_signup--><br />Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17541095532511325323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022968173023736210.post-60043108704067375122020-06-12T09:18:00.001-07:002020-06-14T12:25:32.749-07:00Friday 12 June<div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Today is what we have come to call, in our family, <i>Sisters' Day.</i></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">When Keziah was 4 years old, we were on a visit from South Africa, where we were living, to England. It was summertime and the rest of Tim's family had planned to attend New Wine, a Christian conference where everyone camped or caravanned, went to seminars and worship gatherings, and generally hung out. It was alternately that summery weather ideal for camping, or pouring with rain.</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Anyway, this particular year Keziah was attending the daily round of kids' activities. At one of them, they were talking to the kids about the ways God might speak to us. You know, sort of normalising the experience with kid humour by saying things like, God could talk to them when they are sitting on the loo.</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">With this in mind, a couple of days later I asked Keziah if she had been listening out for something God might have whispered. What had he said, if so? 'Oh sure,' she retorted. 'He said I am going to have a sister!' Well quite honestly, at that time I was pretty happy with just the one kiddo, so I sort of pushed it to the side as childish imaginations. But fast-forward a couple of years and we found ourselves slap bang in the middle of an adoption process. On 12 June 2008 we brought our daughter home at 8 weeks old and, in Keziah's mind, she was the answer to her prayer to have a sister and the fulfilment of God's word to her.</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">For this reason 12 June has been designated Sisters' Day in our family. <span style="font-family: inherit;">For me, this is one of my favourite days to celebrate: the day our two girls became sisters. Every couple of years, Tim pulls together a collection of photos depicting random moments of family life. <a href="https://youtu.be/XKqeqBCbs9o" target="_blank">The video</a> of photos he made this year seems to have an alarming number of family selfies, but hey, sometimes that's the only way to get the girls to stand still for a photo.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieklcEs34bTLMj_odqrIl1TzLewcrYQ5T0HaM3kES23Ofm7AUHr5Pd0QvmJ0VyQhSPRqxO3zTHTJuNm6xlO6W_IPCqfn-O63BHiaR1PxIWfmqqHBZhY4Wh2Z3JPAecHIgd0OqGOjoJzrMl/s1136/IMG-1553.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="507" data-original-width="1136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieklcEs34bTLMj_odqrIl1TzLewcrYQ5T0HaM3kES23Ofm7AUHr5Pd0QvmJ0VyQhSPRqxO3zTHTJuNm6xlO6W_IPCqfn-O63BHiaR1PxIWfmqqHBZhY4Wh2Z3JPAecHIgd0OqGOjoJzrMl/s320/IMG-1553.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">This is a day birthed in prayer and longing, not just for our family, but for the ordinary, extraordinary lives of each one of us to be infused with the belonging and reconciliation made possible through Jesus.</div></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">This is a day that reminds me that we are all included in relationship, brought near - and into - the loving connection of Father, Son and Holy Spirit. </div></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">This is a day made possible - a family reality made possible - not because we are able, but because the Spirit of God is the Spirit of Adoption.</div></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">This is a day of loss, human adoption must always recognise loss. And also a day when we live into the truth that all our losses will be redeemed, caught up in love, and healed.</div></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">This is a vulnerable day, a day of recognising that we are not enough to cover all wounds, to shore up places of identity formation. We can't make it all that we want it to be. But God.</div></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">This is a day when we live into deep truth - that the inside of these holy realities is always larger than the outside. And so, it is a day marked by incredible grace and heart-stopping gratitude.</div></div></blockquote><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">On Manu's birth certificate it says: "It is as if she were born into this family." This is a day when we celebrate belonging, inclusion and connection. <span style="font-family: inherit;">These are gifts we all get invited to share, and it's life-changing for every one of us.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div></div>
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My daughter posted on her Instagram three things she has learned from lockdown. One of them read:</div>
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This has been so true for her. She's been the one person in the house who has been completely between things during lockdown. She had nothing - apart from family routines - that was expected of her over these weeks of staying home. And she has had to create her own expectations of herself, which she categorised as movement, healthy eating, work, and play.</div>
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In the evening, I went to the Malaga port to collect a friend and team member arriving on the ferry from Morocco. Three days before Spain closed her borders, she had entered Morocco with a couple of visitors, who wanted to make a quick visit as part of their vacation. It ended up being a whole drama, with the visitors finally making it back to their home country some days later and my friend obliged to ride out the lockdown from there.</div>
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As we caught up briefly before I left her at her apartment for 14 days of quarantine, she mentioned that her self-imposed routine had kept her sane. Just like Keziah, she had created for herself rhythms of movement, healthy eating, work (study), and play. By adhering to these rhythms, she created for herself a container for those strange days of being confined in someone else's home, in a foreign country, for an undetermined amount of time.</div>
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I can identify. My day starts with reading, journalling and prayer, followed by a workout or a run. (I see life with God as absolutely connected to the way I live in my body. You can <a href="http://mirandaheathcote.com/blog/life-with-god-is-lived-in-your-body" target="_blank">read more about why</a> on my website.) The way I start my morning is fundamentally connected to how I go about the rest of my day. </div>
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We live in an upside down four-storey house that has a drive and car port, but no garage. There is also no access from the car port - at the top of the house, where the street level entrance is - to the levels below. This means we have to carry through the house everything that needs to be stored, or taken to the backyard and garden.<br />
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It's a pain. Just how much of a pain becomes obvious when receiving a delivery of 6 tonnes of gravel that has to get shifted to the very bottom of the terraced garden. Although on that occasion Tim rigged up a pulley system off the side of the driveway, there were still an awful lot of stairs to navigate!<br />
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For years, I have dreamed of installing a spiral staircase from the side of the driveway on the upper level - exactly where that pulley rig was - down to the third level where the storage area is. But, well, we don't own the house and the cost of installing such a thing doesn't make sense for us (albeit making a whole lot of sense in terms of a fire exit, but that's another story).<br />
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Today, Tim decided to empty out the storage area on the third level. Along with camping gear and winter duvets, there was stuff in there that we had unpacked from our container when it arrived from South Africa 7 years ago. And we haven't used since! Honestly, the idea of hauling it all the way through the house - let alone the thought of the chaotic process it would involve - was sufficiently off-putting that we just closed the storage area and ignored what was there.<br />
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Today mysteriously presented itself as The Day when a serendipitous intersection of time and energy made the grand clear-out possible.<br />
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I won't bore you with the details. Let me just tell you the things I was glad to rediscover:<br />
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Needless to say, the two pairs of (too small) roller skates, an ancient sleeping bag and a broken violin have all now begun their final journey. And as the accumulated trash has been turfed out, the whole place feels lighter, more orderly. The clutter of the past has made way for life in the present.</div>
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These days, it seems like there is a whole bunch of accumulated trash that needs clearing out from among us all. Old ways of thinking and behaving, systems that keep in place stuff that should have been hauled out and destroyed a long time ago. Wouldn't it be wonderful if this season offers to us a serendipitous intersection of longing, and righteous anger, and agreement? Sufficient to the task of emptying everything out, taking a good hard look at what we've been hanging onto, and ridding ourselves of all that no longer serves us.</div>
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It's a messy job, one that we have put off for far too long. It will take grit and collaboration to see it through. And I am convinced that, on the other side, we will discover a sort of orderliness that creates space for all of us, no matter our skin colour, and for the good life we all desire.</div>
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It's been a fine and sunny day here today. But still, after the front door slammed several times with the through-draught, I found myself <a href="https://soundcloud.com/miranda-heathcote/poem-wind" target="_blank">still thinking about the wind</a> ... about the things that get blown around and the things that stay put; about the times we bemoan the wind and the times we long for it to blow.<br />
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<a href="http://mirandaheathcote.com/blog/passivity-preparation" target="_blank">I have written elsewhere about a posture of passivity</a> and the metaphor of a sailboat, sails set and ready to go the moment the wind gusts from the right direction. The same picture keeps coming to mind as I - and maybe many of us - hold the tension between the things we can do and the things we can only <i>get ready to do</i>, should the Spirit energise our preparations with his action. I seem to find myself working on several fronts these days that require a letting go, on the one hand, and a determined anticipation, on the other.<br />
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Take our parenting of our adopted daughter, for one. At 12 years old, she is pretty clear that she doesn't want to talk deeply about her origins or about race. I respect that, she gets to set the pace on this one and right now she's not ready. But you've got to know that I am taking a posture of alert readiness: when she opens that particular door, I want to be ready to walk through it with her. I don't feel passive; on the contrary, I feel watchful, prayerful and expectant. At the same time, I know that this is no rowboat for me to paddle. Sails up and ready, I wait for the wind to turn in that direction.<br />
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Then there's the launching of our older daughter into a life in the UK for the next four years of training. She needs to learn to drive, she needs to make friends, she needs to adapt to British culture, she needs to find a church community, she needs to find a job. I want so badly to sail that ship into a safe harbour, but that's not my job. My job is to help her prepare her sails, to be ready for the opportunities and invitations that will come to her at the right time. I can't sail that particular ship - I ain't the captain and I ain't the wind.<br />
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Then there's plans for the future. After 85 days of lockdown, there are training courses that I had hoped would already be well underway, or at least planned with a degree of certainty by now. There are other projects my husband and I want to work on together, and we have to recognise that this is not a time for forcing and pushing. It is a time for setting our sails, so we draw up various possibilities, we work on our ideas and make lots of room for dreaming. We prepare ourselves by reading, and learning, and connecting with people. And we wait for the wind to blow, without stressing that it will be late or that it may never come at all.<br />
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This posture of alert readiness lifts the burden for the outcome - and for finding the 'right' way to achieve the outcome - from our shoulders. Our responsibility is simply to be ready, to do the next small yet vital thing that prepares the vessel to set sail. The final responsibility for whether the boat actually makes it to the other shore rests with the wind.<br />
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I wonder if this resonates with you today? Perhaps you have plans that are now uncertain? Maybe you have hopes for your life that you unable to make happen on your own? How would it be for you to consider ways to 'set your sails' and, once engaged in that, rest in the posture of surrender to the wind?<br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I felt desperate for space this weekend, to get beyond the four walls of my own home and to breathe deeply in spacious places. We ended up going to three different places over the course of the weekend and, true to form, nature absorbed from us our tension and frustration and in their place offered us peace and energy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">First we went to the lake at El Chorro, an extended lake formation resulting from the construction of a dam in the 1920s. It's a popular leisure area and, while the camping area remains closed, the places reserved for day-trippers were open and pretty busy. We found a relatively quiet zone, still adjusting to the apparent keenness of the general population to return to business as usual. The fish seem to have benefitted from the lockdown and have gotten big since we were last there. We picnicked and Tim had a quick swim. The rest of us were not so keen to brave the resident fish (I promise you, they were </span><i style="font-size: large;">enormous </i><span style="font-size: large;">and I was having flashbacks to being nibbled by fish in a dam in South Africa!).</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This morning, Tim and I headed out early with the dogs. We walked from our house onto the hillside, taking a very direct and steep route onto the ridge, before circling around - via a tea spot overlooking the Torremolinos coast - and heading down a stepped and very eroded descent back to the house. We continue to be surprised at how many people seem to have discovered the hills since lockdown, which is a great thing although not quite what we're looking for when out walking.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This evening, we took the girls to the beach for sundowners, to celebrate Keziah getting one of the very few places for the </span><a href="https://www.betonica.co.uk/about-the-programme" style="font-size: large;" target="_blank">Betonica course in Medical Herbalism</a><span style="font-size: large;">. It was blowing a gale - which we loved because it's quite unusual for our part of the Mediterranean coast. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Being out in the wind reminded me of a poem I wrote. In it I ask myself the question, what remains steadfast within me when the world around me is in turmoil? It seems an appropriate question for this buffeted season in the world. You can <a href="https://soundcloud.com/miranda-heathcote/poem-wind" target="_blank">listen to the poem here</a>. </span></div>
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These days I feel as though news comes in waves. A series of bad news hits like waves. Just as you lift your head above the water to draw a ragged breath, another wave knocks you off your feet. First Brexit and Boris, then a global pandemic. All this, followed by race riots and the constantly astonishing behaviour of the one-who-shall-not-be-named. Finally (and yes, I know this is comparatively small but it may be the proverbial last straw - the camel's back being already significantly weakened) we just heard that our entire neighbourhood will be hit by 8 months of major road works.<br />
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The loss of a sense of European identify, along with new driving licenses and the prospect of similarly tedious reams of red tape; months in home confinement and deep concern for the ongoing implications for work, family and ministry; wordless sorrow over entrenched injustice that faces us with complex questions, in the particular way that is true for any inter-racial family; despair as an entire culture seems to go into an inexorable process of implosion.<br />
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I know, I know. It doesn't make any sense. The noise, the dust, the inability to drive quickly and easily to and from our home. All that is so insignificant in the grand scheme of things. Yet am I the only one who feels these small inconveniences can be the final drop that overflows the bucket of things you can manage to hold?<br />
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Who else is crying out for good news? A break from the waves that keep hitting, a chance to draw breath?<br />
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This week, our eldest daughter had an interview for a 4 year training program in Medical Herbalism. It would mean spending term-time with family in Devon, and seems a perfect way to combine her interests in alternative and sustainable health and wellbeing. After 6 months in New Zealand and then returning home just in time for lockdown, this has felt like a season in limbo for Keziah - so today, when she heard that she has a place on the course, it felt like a very special gift. This is wonderful news - making me think of gardens and gentle ways of being in the world - and means she can just roll with whatever the next few months of summer bring.<br />
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And <i>rolling with it</i> seems to be just about the best any of us can hope to do, road works or not.<br />
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I continue to find myself disturbed and stirred by the events - recent and long past - surrounding the death of George Floyd in the United States. As I should. These are moments designed to wake us up to what is real about our societies and about our own hearts. We should not be content to sleepwalk through our lives.</div>
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You might remember that last weekend <a href="https://makingthewaybywalking.blogspot.com/2020/05/satsun-30-31-may.html" target="_blank">I described some of the conversations</a> taking place in our home, as we tuned in to the news and followed social media threads. Today, as our personal and shared process continues, I spoke with some of our CMS family . As people in mission, who have chosen to live in cultures that are different from our own and have sought to identify with the people of those cultures, seeking to reflect the love of Christ in the ways we live, it is confrontational to face the question of racial privilege and prejudice. And yet, if this is our story, it is crucial that we acknowledge the ways we have benefitted from systemic racial discrimination. If indeed we have never had to wonder whether we will be safe from bullying, or from harmful assumptions based on our appearance, if we have never had to wonder if the colour of our skin with preclude us from a particular job, or role, or opportunity, then we have benefitted from a system that is broken. </div>
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And the fact that we didn't design the system in no way exempts us from being part of fixing it.</div>
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At the same time as mulling over all this, I have been writing a piece for a prayer publication on the topic of 'seeking God.' What does it mean to seek God at such a time as this, I wonder? Five things come to mind as I consider how I might seek God in this season:</div>
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1. Seeking God means to LISTEN - listening implies talking less; being willing to listen to the cries and complaints of others. It means I adopt a posture of listening to God, and his word.</div>
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2. Seeking God means to LONG FOR - to be in touch with the longing within us for God’s redemption to be worked out in our world and our communities, and our own hearts; to allow ourselves to feel it deeply.</div>
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3. Seeking God means to LAMENT - to add our groaning, our supplication, our sorrowing to those of the world around us and yes, even that of creation (as we read about in Romans chapter 8).</div>
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4. Seeking God means to WATCH - to pay attention, to look to see what God might be about in the current situation, to ‘keep our eyes peeled’ and our spirits alert; to remain watchful.</div>
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5. Seeking God means to WAIT - to wait on God, the chief mover and shaker, to submit to his timing. Not out of a lack of desire to act, but out of trust in his agency and commitment to redemptive change.</div>
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Douglas McKelvey, the author of the beautiful collection of liturgies published as <a href="https://store.rabbitroom.com/collections/every-moment-holy" target="_blank">Every Moment Holy</a>, has offered a new piece for this season. He has titled it A Liturgy for a Time of Widespread Suffering and you can <a href="https://rabbitroom.com/2020/06/a-liturgy-for-a-time-of-widespread-suffering/" target="_blank">find it here</a>.</div>
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A Liturgy for a Time of Widespread Suffering</div>
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Christ Our King, </div>
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Our world is overtaken by unexpected </div>
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calamity, and by a host of attending fears, </div>
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worries, and insecurities. </div>
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We witness suffering, confusion, and </div>
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hardship multiplied around us, and we find</div>
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ourselves swept up in these same anxieties and </div>
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troubles, dismayed by so many uncertainties. </div>
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<b>Now we turn to you, O God, </b></div>
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<b>in this season of our common distress.</b></div>
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Be merciful, O Christ, to those who suffer, </div>
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to those who worry, to those who grieve, to</div>
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those who are threatened or harmed in any </div>
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way by this upheaval. Let your holy compassions </div>
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be active throughout the world even now—</div>
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tending the afflicted, comforting the </div>
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brokenhearted, and bringing hope to </div>
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many who are hopeless. </div>
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<b>Use even these hardships to woo our hearts </b></div>
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<b>nearer to you, O God.</b></div>
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Indeed, O Father, may these days </div>
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for conviction and repentance,</div>
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for the tendering of our affections, </div>
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for the stirring of our sympathies,</div>
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for the refining of our love.</div>
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<b>We are your people, who are called by you,</b></div>
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We need not be troubled or alarmed.</div>
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Indeed, O Lord, let us love now more fearlessly,</div>
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remembering that you created us, </div>
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and appointed us </div>
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to live in these very places, </div>
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in the midst of these unsettled times. </div>
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It is no surprise to you that we are here now,</div>
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sharing in this turmoil along with the rest of </div>
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our society, for you have called your children </div>
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to live as salt and light among the nations, </div>
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praying and laboring for the flourishing of the </div>
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communities where we dwell, acting as agents of </div>
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your forgiveness, salvation, healing, reconciliation, </div>
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and hope, in the very midst of an often-troubled world.</div>
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Your Spirit remains among us.</div>
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<b>Inhabit now your church, O Spirit of the Risen Christ.</b></div>
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<b>Unite and equip your people for the work before them.</b></div>
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Father, empower your children to live as your children. </div>
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In times of distress let us respond, not as those </div>
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the needs and hurts of their neighborhoods and communities.</div>
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You were not ashamed to share in our sufferings, Jesus. </div>
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<b>Let us now be willing to share in yours, serving </b></div>
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Hear now these words, you children of God, </div>
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The Lord’s throne in heaven is yet occupied, </div>
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his rule is eternal, and his good purposes </div>
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on earth will be forever accomplished.</div>
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So we need never be swayed by the brief and </div>
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<b>You are the King of the Ages, O Christ, </b></div>
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We, your people, know the good and glorious </div>
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In this time of widespread suffering then, </div>
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let us rest afresh in the surpassing peace of that </div>
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vision, that your whole church on earth might be </div>
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liberated to love more generously and sacrificially.</div>
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<b>Now labor in and through us, O Lord, extending and </b></div>
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Finally, this is <a href="https://soundcloud.com/miranda-heathcote/african-girl" target="_blank">a poem I wrote</a> as part of a very personal process in the midst of the questions and lament around this topic. There is no doubt that words are limited and inadequate in the face of such complexity and pain. This is just my flawed attempt to articulate something as part of raising my hand to say, 'Yes, I see you, Yes, I hear you, you belong.'</div>
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