Scrutiny

The Spirit scrutinizes everything, even the depths of God. 1 Cor 2:10B
Does the spirit of God scrutinize our depravity
One to another?
When a young woman is murdered in her sleep
By policemen
Does the spirit of God scrutinize her blood soaked sheets?
When a young man is shot seven times in the back
By a policeman
Does the spirit of God scrutinize his screaming children in the back seat?
When a mother drives a 17 year old with his rifle to a neighboring state
To kill people
Does the spirit of God scrutinize her hands on the wheel?
When the President of the United States makes excuses for the 17 year old
Does the spirit of God scrutinize his thoughts?
When I lie awake at night
Too scared for our country to sleep
Does the spirit of God scrutinize the depths of our need?
I long for the comfort of the spirit of God
I wait for the Lord, my whole being waits,
and in his word I put my hope.
I wait for the Lord
more than watchmen wait for the morning,
more than watchmen wait for the morning.
Psalm 130:5-6

After the Phone Call

I walk carefully
Through the phone call
Because the ground shakes
And the path seethes with snakes

There is so little light
More is unseen than seen

I have a flashlight
But fear too much light
Will cause her to stumble
When I want her to walk
On her own

Confident
Knowing herself loved
Cherished
Guided but not led
Helped but not dependent

Through weeds and thorns
Brambles and briars
We have come so far
With so many scratches and bruises

Along the way
We lost sight of each other
We call out
Through the dark
As we stumble shumble on

How much of our rocky path
Cleared before she was born
Does she need to know

If I hand her a machete
Will she use it to clear brush
Or to cut off his head

If I turn her around
How much will she see
Through the years of smog
Through the tears
Through the fears

Will my words be wings
To lift her high
Or tethers
To bring her down

Please, God
Help me help her
This young stranger
Dearer than life
My granddaughter

Scribes, Pharisees and Other Undesirables

I am Scribe
Filling myself with Bible trivia

I am Pharisee
So often
With more pride in my faith
Than others’ religion

I am faithless servant
Sure of my own independence

I am foolish woman
Forgetting the balm of forgiveness

I am Israel in the desert
I am Pharoah
I am my own worst enemy

But Good News!
Gospel Truth:

Never
Never never
Never never never
Am I lost
Never forsaken
Never destined for weeping and gnashing of teeth
In the dark outside of grace

Because Jesus
Because love
Because God’s perfection
Is so much greater than my imperfections

And not just me
You too
For
“God is faithful,
and by him you were called”
(1 Cor 1:9)

Mint and Judgment

“Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, you hypocrites.
You pay tithes of mint and dill and cummin,
and have neglected the weightier things of the law:
judgment and mercy and fidelity.”
Matthew 23: 23-24

The mint spills everywhere
Grows without restraint
Barely domesticated
It is the garden gazelle
Leaping and bounding though my puny plans

I forgot to plant dill this year
How could I forget dill
With its fairy fronds?
We planted cucumbers
We love salmon
And I have to buy dill

Cumin, I have never grown
Though I use garam masala, chili and curry
I read that cumin is of the parsley family
Needs long hot summers to flourish
And is an ancient herb of the Middle East

So I plan next year’s herb garden from a Bible verse
I will grow mint in pots
Plant dill and cumin in my garden

I am in more doubt
About judgment, mercy and fidelity

How should I judge?
Who offer mercy to?
To what need I be faithful?

I barely manage to grow herbs
Somewhat haphazardly
Letting mint run too wild
Forgetting dill
Ignorant of cumin

I feel totally inadequate to dole out
Judgment, mercy and fidelity

How about if we make a deal, God?
I will work on doing a better job of growing herbs
While you work on growing
Wise judgment, sweet mercy and rooted fidelity
In me

Deal?

Oh the Depth

Oh, the depth of the riches and wisdom and knowledge of God! Romans 11:33

The couch in the living room is old
Comfortable
Shaped to my body
After all these years
Sometimes that is good
But sometimes
When it sags
Just here
Under my left hip
I hurt

The sky is light blue
Today
Framed by leaves
As I lie on the couch
Looking up and out
Through the picture widow
To the left, red maple
To the right, glistening magnolia
Ahead, smaller golden green dogwood
Peaceful today
And I am grateful, in quiet awe

(But sometimes
I lie here wrapped
Inside myself
And see nothing
But mistakes and misery)

My living room has warm
Café au lait walls
Painted by a friend
A decade and more ago

A bouquet of zinnias
Painted by another friend
Hangs on one wall
Above the old library table that holds
My mother’s silverware chest

On another wall, a quartet
Of paintings by a local artist
Of some renown
Husband of another friend
Hangs above the sideboard
With its miscellany of objects
Birthday present to be mailed to a grandchild
Stockings to be returned for Mom
A couple of bowls
A few things from the home that my husband shared with his wife, Ruth
Ten years dead and today is her birthday

My collection of icons
One rescued from my mother’s garage
When she sold her home
Too old at 92 to continue alone
Hangs above the smaller sideboard, made by my husband,
The one whose drawers and cupboard hide the grandchildren’s toys

Ah, the fireplace mantle
Small antique vases from France
A skier resting on a log – gift from my skiing and climbing partner
All those years ago in Canada
A tiny beautiful reclining full-bodied woman in bronze
Purchased from a Cotswald artisan
In the village on the bicycle route
The slender Italian marble vase
Gift from friends sharing their trip to Italy
Below the mantle, in front of the unused fireplace,
The natural edge table my husband made
Holds the carved wooden rhino from South Africa
Summers working at the University of Venda
In Thohoyandou, with red dust and monkeys

A small silver wrapped horn from ancient Mogador
Bought at the music stand of the small round man
With the big smile and little English
In Essaouira’s souk
Hangs on the wall in the small space
Between the fireplace and the dining room’s arched entrance

I turn to the wall behind me
A bookcase fashioned by my husband to snuggle into this space
Holds carefully painted duck decoys from his trip to China
And one whimsically painted by our zinnia friend
My cookbooks
And pottery vases from friends

My grandmother’s glass-fronted china closet
One of her wedding gifts
A hundred and more years ago
Stands bracketed by my mother’s marble topped tables
A picture of an African mother nursing her child
Gift from another friend
And a small oil painting in the style of Turner
Reminder of my years in England

My mother’s favorite chair

On the couch wall, next to the picture window
The small picture with verses of The Apple Tree
Lovingly made and framed by the now grown daughter
Of a good friend
So many years and tears ago
I asked her daughter, then a young teenager,
To sing at my husband’s funeral
Below it hangs
The small painting of this house
As it was when I bought it
Given to me by my real estate agent
But the real treasure I added
The note from the seven year old son of the previous owner
Asking me to love the house and please be careful
Of the ground under the Japanese maple in the backyard
Where his cat is buried

Oh, the depth of the riches and wisdom and history in this one room!

Grant, dear God, that I may know you as well
Rest in you as comfortably
Shelter in you as securely
Feel such quiet joy in your presence
Amen

Two

[Matthew 22:38-40]

Milo
Our youngest grandchild
Is two

I am Baba
His mom’s dad
My husband
Is Boppy

But sometimes
When he wants us both
To take him for a drive
Or a walk
Or watch him play
He says
“Want two Babas.”
And our hearts melt.

Boppy put up a swing set
With two swings
Milo swings on one
Baba (that’s me) on the other
By decree of his royal
Toddlerness

And as we swing
I chant
“ONE swing for Milo
ONE swing for Baba
One and one
TWO swings”

Milo brings me small toy monkeys
He counts
“One”
“Two”
“Nother ”
“Nother”
“And nother”

Two is enough
In his world

Curiously
Two was enough for Jesus also

Jews had more than 600
The Catholic Church has thousands
Religion seems to be about laws
Nother
Nother
And nother

But for Jesus
Two was enough

“You shall love the Lord, your God, with all your heart,
with all your soul, and with all your mind.
This is the greatest and the first commandment.
The second is like it:
You shall love your neighbor as yourself.
The whole law and the prophets depend on these two commandments.”

Aspirations

(Matthew 19:23-30, 20:1-16)

Oh, to live a good life
Oh, to live a memorable life
Oh, to live a relevant life
Oh, to live a virtuous life
Oh, to live a meaningful life
Oh, to live a godly life

Who is good?
What is memorable?
When is relevant?
Where is virtue?
Why meaningful?
How godly?

Jesus
Sacrificial love
2000 years ago
In humility
For love of us
Like Him

So this itinerant preacher
Holy man
Crazy man
Man

From a nothing town
In a nothing province
Of a despised people
Two millennia ago

Is the answer?
Has the answer?
Shares the answer?

He promises that those twelve
The ones we call apostles
Their lives will count
They
Will sit on thrones
Will judge the tribes
Will have it all

Except
Oops
For this one little thing
A small wrinkle
Thrown in here
And again
At the end

The end of that parable
Of unjust generosity
Where everyone is equaled

Equal?
Maybe in law
Maybe in justice
But not in love

In love,
“The first will be last
And the last will be first.”

Prayer on a Facebook Post

[The italicized parts are a Facebook post that is currently being copied widely.]

I need to rant for just a moment. I’m getting old and I’ve worked hard all my life. I have made my reputation, the good and the bad, I didn’t inherit my job or my income, and I have worked hard to get where I am in life.

THANK YOU, GOD, FOR GIVING ME THE STRENGTH TO WORK.

I have juggled my job, my family, and made many sacrifices up front to secure a life for my family. It wasn’t always easy and still isn’t, but I did it all while maintaining my integrity and my principles. I’ve never put anyone beneath myself or denied help to anyone. I have friends of every walk of life and if you’re in my circle, it should be understood that I don’t have to remind you of what I’d be willing to do for you. However….

THANK YOU, GOD, FOR GIVING ME FAMILY AND FRIENDS AND ENOUGH TO SHARE.

I’m tired of being told that I have to “spread the wealth” to people who don’t have my work ethic. People who have sacrificed nothing and feel entitled to receive everything.

HELP ME, GOD, TO REMEMBER TO JUDGE NOT LEST I BE JUDGED.

I’m tired of being told the government will take the money I earned, by force if necessary, and give it to people too lazy to earn it themselves.

THANK YOU, GOD, THAT I LIVE IN A COUNTRY THAT CARES FOR ITS PEOPLE.

I’m tired of being told I must lower my living standard to fight global warming, which, no one is allowed to debate.

THANK YOU, GOD, THAT I LIVE BETTER THAN ALMOST EVERYONE WHO HAS EVER LIVED.

I’m tired of hearing wealthy athletes, entertainers and politicians of all parties talk like their opinions matter to the common man. I’m tired of any of them even pretending they can relate to the life and bank account that I have.

THANK YOU, GOD, THAT MY LIFE HAS ENTERTAINMENT AS WELL AS WORK.

I’m tired of people with a sense of entitlement, rich or poor..

SOMETIMES I AM CRANKY, HELP THOU MY SENSE OF ENTITLEMENT.

I’m tired of being told I need to accept the latest fad or politically correct stupidity or befriending a group that’s intent in killing me because I won’t convert to their point of view.

SOMETIMES I RESIST LEARNING NEW WAYS OF THINKING, HELP THOU MY STUBBORNESS.

I’m really tired of people who don’t take responsibility for their lives and actions. Especially the ones that want me to fund it. I’m tired of hearing them blame the government, or discrimination, or big-whatever for their problems.

SOMETIMES I FORGET WHO IS MY NEIGHBOR, HELP THOU MY UNDERSTANDING.

Yes, I’m really tired. But, I’m also glad to be in the second half of my life. Because, mostly, I’m not going to have to see the world these people are creating. I thank God I’m on the way out and not on the way in. I just HATE the fact that my children and grandchildren are having to face this screwed up world. I want them to grow up understanding their freedoms of living in America, have respect for authority and the older generation who risked or sacrificed their lives to give us the rights we currently have in America.

THANK YOU, GOD, FOR YOUNGER GENERATIONS WITH STRENGTH AND HOPE AND THEIR OWN VISIONS.

No one is entitled to anything. You have a choice to work, a choice to stay off drugs, a choice to make something of yourself. I have nothing to do with your choice. That’s all on you. You are entitled to what you earn.

THANK YOU, GOD, THAT I DON’T HAVE TO EARN YOUR GRACE AND LOVE.

“This is what love is: it is not that we have loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son to be the means by which our sins are forgiven.” 1 John 4:10

Oh yeah…GOD BLESS… THE WORLD

From Revelation to Rodgers & Hammerstein

“A great portent appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars. She was pregnant and was crying out in birth pangs, in the agony of giving birth…And she gave birth to a son, a male child who is to rule all the nations..her child was snatched away and taken to God and to his throne; and the woman fled into the wilderness, where she has a place prepared by God.”

I feel a great dragon of rage
Rise up within me
Wanting to devour that male child
Taken away from the laboring woman
Taken to God
Destined to rule
While the bereft mother
Flees into the wilderness

Here, here
Is the worst, the hardest
Of Christianity

Exalted male child
Discarded woman

I read and pray
How to turn this around
What to learn from this
What is meant for a woman
To understand from this

So I read on
Through Michael and his angels
Throwing down the dragon
Who is Satan

Until
“when the dragon saw that he had been thrown down to the earth, he pursued the woman who had given birth to the male child. But the woman was given the two wings of the great eagle, so that she could fly from the serpent into the wilderness, to her place where she is nourished for a time, and times, and half a time. Then from his mouth the serpent poured water like a river after the woman, to sweep her away with the flood. But the earth came to the help of the woman; it opened its mouth and swallowed the river that the dragon had poured from his mouth.”

I know I should read further
I know I shouldn’t stop
Just because I like this part

But I do stop
I stop to enjoy
A woman with great wings
And Mother Earth rescuing a mother

It’s not that I reject Father God
And His Son, Jesus,
My Lord and Master

But I am a woman
And I need some balance

“He is pleased with me!
My Lord and Master
Declares he’s pleased with me—

What does he mean?
What does he know of me
This lord and master?
When he has looked at me what has he seen?”

Just a woman
Who has done her part
Given birth
And now can be sent into the wilderness?

God, I hope not.