Showing posts with label healing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label healing. Show all posts

Saturday, March 05, 2016

“A Beginning” January 3, 2016; MCC Windsor



Psalm 103
Praise the Holy One, my soul; all my inmost being, praise Gods holy name.
Praise the Holy One, my soul, and forget not all Gods benefits—who forgives all your errors, heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the pit and crowns you with love and compassion, who satisfies your desires with good things so that your youth is renewed like the eagles.

Mark 1:21-45
Jesus and the disciples went to Capernaum, and when the Sabbath came, Jesus went into the synagogue and began to teach. The people were amazed at his teaching, because he taught them as one who had authority, not as the teachers of the law. Just then a man in their synagogue who was possessed by an impure spirit cried out, “What do you want with us, Jesus of Nazareth? Have you come to destroy us? I know who you are—the Holy One of God!”
Be quiet!” said Jesus sternly. “Come out of him!” The impure spirit shook the man violently and came out of him with a shriek.
The people were all so amazed that they asked each other, “What is this? A new teaching—and with authority! He even gives orders to impure spirits and they obey him.”News about him spread quickly over the whole region of Galilee.
As soon as they left the synagogue, they went with James and John to the home of Simon and Andrew. Simons mother-in-law was in bed with a fever, and they immediately told Jesus about her. So he went to her, took her hand and helped her up. The fever left her and she began to wait on them.
That evening after sunset the people brought to Jesus all the sick and demon-possessed. The whole town gathered at the door, and Jesus healed many who had various diseases. He also drove out many demons, but he would not let the demons speak because they knew who he was.
Very early in the morning, while it was still dark, Jesus got up, left the house and went off to a solitary place, where he prayed. Simon and his companions went to look for him,  and when they found him, they exclaimed: “Everyone is looking for you!”
Jesus replied, “Let us go somewhere else—to the nearby villages—so I can preach there also. That is why I have come.” So he traveled throughout Galilee, preaching in their synagogues and driving out demons.
A man with leprosy came to him and begged him on his knees, “If you are willing, you can make me clean.”
Jesus was indignant. He reached out his hand and touched the man. “I am willing,” he said. “Be clean!” Immediately the leprosy left him and he was cleansed.
Jesus sent him away at once with a strong warning: “See that you dont tell this to anyone. But go, show yourself to the priest and offer the sacrifices that Moses commanded for your cleansing, as a testimony to them.” Instead the one who was healed went out and began to talk freely, spreading the news. As a result, Jesus could no longer enter a town openly but stayed outside in lonely places. Yet the people still came to him from everywhere.

*****
Will you pray with and for me? Holy One, you open the doors of this new year for us; give us the wisdom and grace to accept this gift, and to be open to your presence in our lives. Bless us that we may perceive and appreciate your love in our lives. In all your names, amen.

Jesus begins his ministry by selecting his first followers, the first disciples. He doesn't offer them miracles or angels. He simply says, to Peter and John and James,  "come with me." And, amazingly, they do just that-- they drop their nets to go with him. He doesn't perform miracles for them, he doesn't give them promises of riches or power--he just says, "Come."

We hear this story so often that I think we have become a bit numb to how amazing this really is. Would you follow someone who simply looked at you and smiled and said, "Come with me, and I will have you fishing for people?" Would you get up and walk away from your desk, put down your tools--whether they are wrenches or computers, chalk or a book--and go off with him, leaving your family behind, all that you knew--to go with this odd man who made no promises and yet had so much to give; this man who could cast out demons and evil spirits, comfort and heal--even leprosy--one of the hardest diseases to treat without antibiotics, and an illness to be feared in Jesus' day. And still is today in many parts of the world.

This is the man you are following--this carpenter (probably) from the medium sized and unremarkable town of Nazareth, who has wisdom and knowledge beyond his upbringing and environment.

As we move through Epiphany, this season between Christmas and Lent, we come to the realization--which is what an epiphany is, a sudden realization of a truth--that this Jesus person was unlike any other person who ever lived. We will hear about the cures he effected, the people he fed, his wise words--the doing of his ministry.

You know, the liturgical colour for the season of Ordinary Time, as the Sundays between Epiphany and Lent are called, is green--for growth, against what we see in the natural world this time of year. Here in the Northern Hemisphere, it's colder, we usually have a lot of that stuff we won't name, but which starts with an s and ends with a w; this is not the time of year we associate with growth and development.

But it certainly can be. I tend to think of this time as the reflective, contemplative time of year--a time to sit with a mug of tea and think about the year just past and the year to come; what to change and what to keep; what to add and what to pare away.

I have been thinking and reading a lot recently about New Year's resolutions. They are rarely kept, unless you make one like a friend does, who every year declares she resolves not to become a neurosurgeon... Many people are suggesting that rather than resolutions, we look at our life as a whole, and decide what we want to maintain in our lives and what needs to be cleared out. New Year's resolutions tend to be about specific  behaviours we want to change--exercise more, quit smoking, call your mom more often--but psychologists will tell you that it is very difficult to simply change behaviour. The better course is to look at the underlying causes and reasons, and work on those instead, as addiction counsellors can attest. Why don't I exercise more? I can come up with a lot of excuses--the gym is too expensive, the weather's bad, I feel awkward in exercise clothes, I don't have time--but the reality is that I see exercise as wasted time--whether it is or not is another question--and that keeps me from a regular exercise program. But if I can change the way I think about exercise--as a time for thought and contemplation, keeping my body working while my mind is free to wander--then I am more likely to exercise, especially if I am walking or doing yoga rather than weight-lifting in the gym.

We aren't told about what happened to the people Jesus healed. We don't know if they became followers or not. We don't know if they stayed healed or not.

But we do know that Jesus was present for them in a way that healed them--that gave them the opportunity for a new life.

So as we stand at the threshold of a new year, I urge you to review 2015--your 2015. What worked? What didn't? What things are you regretting or finding a burden instead of a joy, and why?  What was wonderful, and why? Instead of a list of behaviours, create a description of your ideal life--and the whys of it--and use that as a guide in the coming year. When you are offered an opportunity--for a new job, or a social event--measure it against that ideal life. What do you need to add or take away to have your ideal life? Maybe a reconciliation with someone, or maybe letting go of trying when the other person doesn't want to; maybe it is finding time and space for creativity--remodeling your home, writing a blog, painting, gardening.

These are things we can change. We are unlikely to have Jesus come to town and heal us, or stand before us and say, "Come with me." But we can recognize the healing, the changes we want in our lives, and make them happen. That is far better than easily ignored resolutions about smoking and exercise--because we will be examining who we really are and who we want to be. You can find lots of resources online--google "Rule of Life."

When we do this, we are on the path to healing; Jesus is with us on the path, encouraging us as we make the changes.

2016 can be a year of profound growth and change for us--if we are willing to be healed. In all God's names, amen.

Saturday, September 05, 2009

Blogging the Unbloggable...



How to blog the unbloggable…

At my denominational conference in July, one of the preachers spoke of asking God for what we need. She said (at least, this was my understanding) that too often we don’t dare to ask for what we really need, requesting half a loaf when we are hungry for a whole one. We may do this because we think we don’t deserve a whole loaf; or we may think that if we only ask for half a loaf, then we won’t be disappointed; or perhaps we think God doesn’t deal in whole loaves. This is especially true, she said, of pastors—we who are so busy taking care of others (our congregations, our denominations, our communities, our families, our partners) that we do not take adequate care of ourselves.

I thought about that a bit.

I had felt for several months that I had no clear channel of communication with God any longer. Earlier in my life, when I had been at a crossroads or in doubt as to what I should do, I could open myself to God and feel the divine guidance—not always right away, but eventually. But no longer. I struggled and struggled—trying several methods of prayer, trying doing nothing, trying many things. But still that channel felt blocked—as if something were in the way, between me and God. After much struggle, prayers, tears and thought, I realized that what was blocking that communication was that my heart had not completely changed towards Strong Heart—I had not completely made the transition to friends. My head had, my spirit knew too that she and I were best as friends, for many reasons, and had known that on some level for quite a while before we agreed to change our relationship—but my heart didn’t quite agree yet. My heart longed for what we had had. I tried to argue my heart out of it, but as you may know, hearts are stubborn. Strong Heart is an amazing woman, one of my dearest friends whom I love deeply—but by no means was she or can she be my ideal partner, nor I hers. We had both come to realize that, and had accordingly changed our relationship. So I struggled with my heart to let go of that, but I was so focused on all the debris that comes even with an amicable change in relationship that I could not hear Spirit above the clamour.

And so, there I was in worship that Friday night, the night of the traditional healing service, and the sermon was about not being shy to ask God for what you really want and need. And so I did; I asked God for that healing I needed—to clear the way for that sweet communication with Spirit that I so missed. When it came time for individual prayers, I went for healing prayers, asking for the way to be opened to hear God and speak to God again.

Let me be clear here. I come from a very structured United Methodist background. I do not see angels. I have never prophesied nor spoken in tongues. We didn’t do that sort of thing in the proper MidWestern church I grew up in. Heck, we barely ever even clapped along with the hymn and we never ever raised a hand to the music or in affirmation of the preacher’s message. Saying, “Amen?” Honey, it didn’t happen.

Needless to say, I worship differently now! But—I still clung to those remnants of my upbringing and was sceptical of such things as speaking in tongues and being slain in the spirit.

I am sceptical no more. In that time of prayer, in which I wept as though my heart was breaking, I felt that channel cleared--the debris of my clinging to the old, no-longer-existent relationship with Strong Heart because it was what I knew and because it had been at one time so sweet to me, rather than the healthier, and yes, holier, relationship that we had now—all that debris of the past was swept away and Spirit came rushing in. Came rushing in and laid me flat out, caught by the loving arms of friends—Boss Pastor, Dona, Celtic Rainbow, and Pilgrim Companion.

Yes, my friends, I was slain in the Spirit. That rush cleared my heart, my head, my soul, my very self. Not only was my heart healed of its mourning, but it was opened to new hope and possibility.

Literally, from that moment, the healing began and has continued. The connection with my friend the revitalization pastor—Living Spring—that very evening, within the very hour, even—and the continuing involvement with Host Pastor and the others working towards a cooperative parish after conference, are affirmations that remaining open and revitalization is the right thing to do. I had no such reassurance earlier, though I sought it long and hard.

I have moved further along on this journey—finding new energy in the work towards a possible cooperative parish, in the new sermon series on Christianity 101, in the support of Living Spring, and in two deepening friendships with Lake Retreat and Pilgrim Companion that are precisely what I need now—mutual support, spiritual conversation, laughter, simple fun, and love. Once again Spirit flows for me, a reassurance even in days and nights of struggle, annoyance, and uncertainty.

Praise be to God.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Busy? What's That?

I am off again this afternoon on my trip to Capital City of Capitol Cities, having been home barely 48 hours!

Our church's regional conference was amazing. It was a little difficult for me, as Strong Heart has begun seeing someone, and they were there together at the conference. But she had told me about it beforehand, the three of us are comfortable together, and she has made it clear that she and I are very close friends, we will continue to be a part of each other's lives, and her new interest is very willing to accept that. So the best part of our relationship remains strong--the friendship.

And I have to say, the rabble-rouser in me is pleased that we (the three of us) rattled a few cages over the weekend, by being close, spending time together, not creating drama--in other words, acting like adults. We shared time in worship, in retreat and at meals--and let it be seen that, gee, we like each other and can spend time together.

Besides that, I also enjoyed getting to know some people better--a very energetic pastor whom I have always admired, a new neighbour, and a member of Sister City Church; reconnecting with friends; learning; and some amazing worship, including an experience I'm not quite ready to blog about, but I'm sure I will soon.

In other news, our church has received an exciting invitation to a new form of ministry! That is still in process, so I won't say more about it right now except that it would be a first for my denomination in Canada and it would allow us to do things we've only dreamed about doing.

We are--obviously--remaining open. Details to follow.

Off to Capitol City of Capitol Cities!

Clarence Darrow--Beyond Scopes and Leopold & Loeb

Personalities fascinate me--people do. One way I try to understand history and places is through people--which is why I love good histor...