What I'm Praying For...

  This week, I’m praying for:

1. The Olympics

Although I’m not a sports fan, I recognize the skill and determination that have made these men and women the best in what they do. I pray for divine protection for each participant. I work with the following verses: I Corinthians 9:24 “Know ye not that they which run in a race run all, but one receiveth the prize? So run, that ye may obtain.” In Divine Mind, the One and Only Mind, there is no competition, only cooperation.

2. God’s “lost sheep”

Once the seed of truth is planted, once a love of church is established, once a taste of faith has been had, no child of God can be truly lost. I pray with the knowledge that church is the structure of truth and love. Not one of God’s beloved sheep can resist its tender pull.

3. Joy

I return to my prayer for the persistence of joy, for spirit, for peace, for bliss. I pray with Jesus’s promise: “These things have I spoken unto you, that my joy might remain in you, and that your joy might be full” (John 15:11). Also with John 10:10, “…I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.” All of God’s good gifts are permanent, limitless, and abundant.

Our Capacities

Recently I learned something I really should have known by now. Or maybe I’ve known it for quite some time, but I’m just now able to admit that it’s true.

I was sitting in my pajamas on our back deck one hot morning, eating a nectarine that a wasp was zealously dive-bombing, when it just came out of the blue, so clearly:

You can’t help someone who doesn’t want to be helped.

You see, I have several people in my life who seem to be telling me with their actions that I’m in the way. Maybe they feel judged, maybe they feel smothered, maybe they feel I’m not being sincere. Or maybe they feel they can’t be honest around someone who seems to, at least for now (and little do they know), have everything together.

That morning, as my husband and I drove around doing our Saturday errands, I told him about this. And then I asked him, my voice cracking a little, “What am I supposed to do with everything I have to give if no one seems to want it?”

And he said, “Jesus said a prophet is not without honor in his own country. As many people as reject what you offer, think of all who rejected what he offered.”

No one much liked Jesus; no one understood this guy who challenged the Pharisees, disregarded the Sabbath, broke bread with immoral women, and spoke in parables about lost coins and mustard seeds.

And yet, Jesus changed the world. Before he died on a cross, before he gave up the mortal world, he chose just 12 followers (two of whom denied him in his last hours, and one of whom started his church) and what they did and said to those who did and didn’t believe thousands of years ago changed the world.  

It’s hard to not be received. It’s hard to stand by and not do anything as someone you love suffers. It’s hard to hang on your cross, whatever that may be, and not be bitter about it. So Jesus gave us an out. Depart, he said, when you know there’s nothing more you can do, and shake the dust off your feet.

Which is to say, at a certain point you have to just let it go. Because maybe our purpose, as hard as it is to swallow and understand, isn’t to be needed, isn’t to be wanted, isn’t to be helpful, isn’t to be wise and available, isn’t to change other people’s lives. Maybe our purpose is simply to learn to love to another’s capacity, instead of our own.

Poem 9 - Famous

Naomi Shihab Nye is one of my favorite poets. Like many of my favorite poets, I’ve heard her give a reading, and I’ve stood in line with a pile of her books to have her sign them. She was sweet and gracious. She was also the judge one year for a Wisconsin Poetry Contest, and she chose my poem for Honorable Mention. I'll always remember that.

I have so many favorite Naomi Shihab Nye poems, and it was hard to choose just one, but I like this one for its imagination and approachableness. It makes me want to write a “Famous” poem.

What are you famous to?

Famous

Naomi Shihab Nye

The river is famous to the fish.

The loud voice is famous to silence,

which knew it would inherit the earth

before anybody said so.

The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds

watching him from the birdhouse.

The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek.

The idea you carry close to your bosom

is famous to your bosom.

The boot is famous to the earth,

more famous than the dress shoe,

which is famous only to floors.

The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it

and not at all famous to the one who is pictured.

I want to be famous to shuffling men

who smile while crossing streets,

sticky children in grocery lines,

famous as the one who smiled back.

I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous,

or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular,

but because it never forgot what it could do.

What I'm Praying About...

I’d like to begin a new weekly series in which share what I’m praying about and how I’m praying.

1. Drought in the Midwest

Over and over this verse comes to mind: He brought streams also out of the rock, and caused waters to run down like rivers. (Psalms 78:16) Nothing is impossible to God who causes and sustains all. We cannot be without that which sustains us. I'm also thinking of water as the purification of our spiritual thought.

2. Colorado movie theatre shooting

We all want answers to the unanswerable. We all want apologies for the unforgiveable. We want remorse for the horrendous.

While the act is unforgivable, the person is not. I’m praying to know that this troubled young man dwells in the same great forgiving heart that I do.

I’m praying with Luke 12:2, “For there is nothing covered, that shall not be revealed; neither hid, that shall not be known.” Also, “Love is reflected in love.”

3. Class Association

As another class of students goes through the life-altering experience of Christian Science class instruction, and as hundreds of us students prepare to convene for our yearly association day, I pray to know “For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them” (Matt 18:20). I am praying to know that we are all Christ in the same way that Jesus was Christ. I am praying for our teacher’s stamina and asking blessings for his loving heart. I am praying for our class of eight members as we reunite and catch up on the past year. I am praying for the members as they travel from around the world. I am praying that I will be personally enriched by this year's address.  

What are you praying about?

Poem 8 - Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally a Love Poem

I have enjoyed this poem for a long, long time. I’ve read it so many times, I’ve memorized parts of it. I love its pacing, its line breaks, and its overall pensive feel. It’s also a love poem, but not a traditional one.

Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally a Love Poem

Bob Hicok

My left hand will live longer than my right. The rivers

     of my palms tell me so.

Never argue with rivers. Never expect your lives to finish

     at the same time. I think

praying, I think clapping is how hands mourn. I think

     staying up and waiting

for paintings to sigh is science. In another dimension this

     is exactly what’s happening,

it’s what they write grants about: the chromodynamics

     of mournful Whistlers,

the audible sorrow and beta decay of “Old Battersea Bridge.”

     I like the idea of different

theres and elsewheres, an Idaho known for bluegrass,

     a Bronx where people talk

like violets smell. Perhaps I am somewhere patient, somehow

     kind, perhaps in the nook

of a cousin universe I’ve never defiled or betrayed

     anyone. Here I have

two hands and they are vanishing, the hollow of your back

     to rest my cheek against,

your voice and little else but my assiduous fear to cherish.

     My hands are webbed

like the wind-torn work of a spider, like they squeezed

     something in the womb

but couldn’t hang on. One of those other worlds

     or a life I felt

passing through mine, or the ocean inside my mother’s belly

     she had to scream out.

Here when I say “I never want to be without you,”

     somewhere else I am saying

“I never want to be without you again.” And when I touch you

     in each of the places we meet

in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are dying

     and resurrected.

When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,

     in each place and forever.

My Truths #19 - Love

19. Love is about the only thing you don’t have to teach or learn.

We teach a child to walk, talk, read, dress himself, tie his shoes, play baseball, sing songs, do math, make a sandwich, comb his hair, do chores, tell time, say please and thank you, but we don’t have to teach him to love.

…God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him.—I John 4:16

My Truths #18 - Living Things

18. Take care of living things first.

Prioritize the people (and in some cases, animals and plants) in your life, then do the vacuuming, laundry, and bills.

Heal the sick, cleanse the lepers, raise the dead, cast out devils: freely ye have received, freely give.—Matthew 10:8