The Other Side of the Line

Crossed the Line by Kendra

After I got over the shock of discovering I’m one of “those people,” I began to wonder about the distinctions I make. What constitutes being “those people” anyway? We easily divide people into two kinds:

  • life-giving people and life-draining people
  • cup half-full people and cup half-empty ones
  • emotionally healthy Christians and EGRs (Extra Grace Required)
  • givers and takers
  • doers and complainers
  • sheep and goats
  • gems and idiots

It all boils down to good people versus bad people. The former we accept; the latter we reject. But life isn’t that clear-cut. We all realized long ago that we’re not completely good nor entirely bad.

Yet there’s a line between acceptability and reject-ability. And if you’re like me, you’re constantly being careful not to cross it. Generally, child abusers, bad drivers, scammers, narcissists, most politicians, and telemarketers have all crossed that line. Specifically, I can name individuals I have put in the category “those people.”

Champaigne_shepherdThat was before I crossed the line and became one of them. I see things differently from this side. I always liked the fact that Jesus made friends with the rejects, but now that I’m in this group, it’s a life-saver.

For Jesus, there are no distinctions: he loves and accepts us all–unconditionally.

What if we saw each other through Jesus’ eyes? As a friend reminds me, we’re all his favourites. In reference to the parable of the lost sheep, Rev. Stephanie Spellers, an Episcopal priest, says the Good Shepherd doesn’t return the one who is lost to the fold just because it’s in danger out there. It’s also because the ninety-nine other sheep need the one who has gone astray. We need “the other” in our lives and communities for our salvation, Spellers says.

We lost sheep may be difficult and frustrating, but Jesus thinks we’re indispensable.

So the next time you think you’ve crossed the line and have really done it this time, remember this: you’re indispensable and (e-hem) in good company.

Now all the tax collectors and sinners were coming near to listen to him. And the Pharisees and the scribes were grumbling and saying, “This fellow welcomes sinners and eats with them.”  So he told them this parable:  “Which one of you, having a hundred sheep and losing one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness and go after the one that is lost until he finds it? When he has found it, he lays it on his shoulders and rejoices.  And when he comes home, he calls together his friends and neighbours, saying to them, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep that was lost.’ –Luke 15:1-6 (NRSV)

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Love Mischief for the World

Marja in Mexico for emailMarja Bergen was first hospitalized with a mental illness as a young adult. Though she was sick, no one brought her flowers. Since then Marja has spent her life working to lessen the stigma of mental illness. She founded Living Room, faith-based support groups for people with mood disorders (now part of Sanctuary Mental Health Ministries). She has also written three booksRiding the Roller Coaster, A Firm Place to Stand, and Reflections for our Highs and Lows–and writes weekly meditations sent to hundreds of people who often feel alone and misunderstood. Thank you, Marja. What great love mischief you and God have been doing!

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Credits and references:
“Crossed the Line” by Kendra. Used with permission.
Depiction of the Good Shepherd by Jean-Baptiste de Champaigne (1631-1681) from Wikipedia.
Radical Welcome: Embracing God, the Other, and the Spirit of Transformation by Stephanie Spellers
Photo of Marja Bergen by Wes Bergen. Used with permission.
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A Pleasant Place of Shelter

snowy chain

The woman interrupted me mid-sentence. “You need to know that something you said two years ago really hurt me.”

I stood there stunned by the pain on her face and the anger in her voice.

She told me what I’d said and how it affected her. “I didn’t want to say anything,” she continued, “but since then I’ve been afraid to speak up in a group.”

“I’m so sorry,” I said. “I’m glad you told me.”

“Well, it really shut me down,” she said curtly.

“I’m sorry,” I said again and we parted.

I thought about what happened as I drove home. I’ve sympathized with others who’ve been wounded by people they trusted. I vowed never to be one of “those people.” But I had to face facts: I can be. I was.

I braced myself for the full impact of the conversation to hit me. I anticipated being weighed down with shame and self-loathing. Why wouldn’t I? It’s been the pattern of my life for as long as I can remember.

But the heaviness didn’t come. While I carried remorse for my action and sadness for the woman I offended, I didn’t feel bad about myself. I got on with my day. St. Francis of Assisi said, “We must bear patiently not being good . . . and not being thought good.” Somehow God enabled me to do that.

St. Thérèse of Lisieux put it this way, “Whoever is willing to serenely bear the trial of being displeasing to herself, that person is a pleasant place of shelter for Jesus.”

Over the following days and weeks, I was given more opportunities to patiently bear my imperfections (which means more were revealed!). Serenity didn’t always come easily or quickly.

I had hoped the Christian life would make me virtuous; instead it’s making me a pleasant place of shelter. It’s making me humble.

Cozy Winter Cabin

Thus says the Lord,
    who makes a way in the sea. . .  
I am about to do a new thing;
    now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?
–Isaiah 43: 16a, 19a

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Love Mischief for the World

wff2015numbposterThe winter scenes above remind me of an Indie movie I saw recently called Numb which is set in British Columbia. This is director, Jason Goode’s  first full length film. After the show, he and others who had worked on or supported the film hosted a time of Q & A.  The audience was clearly thrilled with what the film makers had accomplished. The woman sitting beside me said most of the people in the theatre were from Jason’s church. It was great to see such support for the arts and for Jason and his team, who were simply doing what they loved. We don’t often think of movie making as caring for the earth. But can you imagine a world without this kind of creativity? I can’t.

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 Let me know and I will include it in an upcoming post.

Credits and References:
“Snowy Chain” by Olivier Noirhomme. Used with permission.
St. Francis and St. Thérèse of Lisieux quotes are from Eager To Love: The Alternative Way of Francis of Assisi by Richard Rohr
“Cozy Winter Cabin” by lmercer2011. Used with permission.

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Christ Has Risen Indeed

The Incredulity of St. Thomas by Carivaggio. 1601-2“The Incredulity of St. Thomas” by Caravaggio, 1601-2

The Incredulity of Thomas

Incredulity.
Words are wasted on his
impenetrable mind:
“Unless I see,
unless I touch.”

Incredulity
guards the heart
seals the tomb
from disappointment.

“Thomas!”
Voice charged,
words spark.
“See.
Touch.”

Incredulity
reaches out,
flesh toward flesh
until–

hope arcs
current flows.

One mind, one heart, one joy.

 

Credits:
“The Incredulity of St. Thomas” by Caravaggio, 1601-2
“The Incredulity of Thomas” by Esther Hizsa, 2014. Originally published April 19, 2014.
Scripture reference: John 20:24-29
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Holy Saturday

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Homeless

they take
him
down from the cross
his
PUTcold body pierced
PUTbruised mouth silenced
PUTsoft eyes blind

as he began
now at end
PUTwrapped in cloth strips
PUTlaid in wrong place
helpless
God

stone heaved
tomb sealed
sudden scream
PUTmine

guards curse
push me
PUT“Go home!”

can’t

have none
PUTbut
PUThim

Credits:
“Entombment of Christ” by Caravaggio, 1602-3.
“Homeless” by Esther Hizsa, 2014.
Originally published April 18, 2014
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God with Us to the End

thief

I look at the naked, bloodied body next to me. “What’s he doing here?”

A sinless man is being crucified beside us: me on his left, the other criminal on his right. The crucified always die in disgrace, our lives held up as negative examples.

Yet, he is good. People call him rabbi, healer, messiah, saviour, Son of God. At birth they called him Emmanuel: “God with us.” God with us in life. Now, God with us in death.

Crowds hurl insults at Jesus, insults we deserve. The other thief joins in. “Some saviour he is. Can’t even save himself, let alone us.”

“Have some respect.” I struggle for breath. “We had it coming, but not him. He’s not like us.”

“He’s a fake.”

“No. A king.” Lungs burn, limbs scream. Always knew I’d get caught, die alone. But I’m not alone. I’m with the one they call…

“Jesus.” I can barely whisper. “Remember me when you come into your kingdom.”

Jesus turns his head and looks at me. I see his face for the first time. He’s no older than me. Blood trickles down from the crown of thorns on his head. His voice is gentle. “Today,” he says between breaths, “you will be with me, in paradise.”

Euphoria rises from my belly, shoots into every sinew and cell in my body, erupts in laughter. Never before have I felt such love, such joy.

Then suddenly, it’s dark. Mid-afternoon, can’t see a thing. The earth heaves and groans. Nails rip flesh. Cries, curses, prayers. Hold breath. Silence.

Is he gone?

Jesus shouts, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.”  One breath and–wait. No more.

I am alone again. But not alone.

Tears on my cheeks. Paradise. Today. I’m coming home to the King.

 

 A prayer for Good Friday:

Jesus-and-the-rich-man by Heirich Hoffmann cropped Jesus, may all that is you flow into me.
May your body and blood
be my food and drink.
May your passion and death
be my strength and life.
Jesus, with you by my side
enough has been given.
May the shelter I seek
be the shadow of your cross.
Let me not run from the love which you offer,
But hold me safe from the forces of evil.
On each of my dyings
shed your light and your love.
Keep calling to me
until that day comes when, with your saints,
I may praise you forever.

– Soul of Christ (Anima Christi),
paraphrased by David L. Fleming, S.J.

Credits:
“Thief,” original source unknown.
“Christ and the Rich Young Ruler” by Heinrich Hoffmann, 1889.
Written by Esther Hizsa. Originally published as With Christ in Glory April 17, 2014
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Gethsemane

See how tenderly the angels comfort Jesus in his anguish. He longed for such compassion from his friends, but they couldn’t do it. They disappeared into a panacea of sleep. We rely on Jesus to be with us in everything, but will we be with him in all he must endure?

One Maundy Thursday, Jesus turns to me and says, “Esther, stay with me.”

I swallow hard and ask God for the grace to be able to be with him. Then I close my eyes and imagine myself in the Garden of Gethsemane.

Jesus is about to be betrayed and his heart is heavy with sorrow. Peter, James and John are asleep, deaf to his painful pleading. I want to put my hands over my ears. It’s heart-wrenching to hear Jesus so deeply distressed. He paces and cries out, “Please… Father… take this cup from me.” He falls on his knees, covers his face with his hands and wails.

“God, do something!” No sooner have I said the words when angels come and comfort him.

I ask God, “Can I go and comfort him too?”

“Go,” God says.

I run to Jesus and wrap my arms around him.  He clutches on to me so tightly I can barely breathe. He’s trembling. Tears soak into my shirt.

After a long time he sits back and looks me in the eyes. “My Father has asked me to go to the cross and die for you,” he says wiping his cheeks. “And I will go.”

“Don’t do it for me,” I say. “Am I really worth it?”

“Are you worth it?” He shakes his head. “How could you be with me all this time and still not know that you are the treasure of great price, the pearl that I have sold everything for? The thought of not being with you forever is what convinced me to say yes. I will do it for you and for them (he looks at the sleeping disciples) and for all.”

I touch his face and kiss his wet cheek. I hold his hands and rub the spot where the nails will enter.

Then he said to them, “My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death.
Stay here and keep watch with me.”
  –Matthew 26:38 (NIV)

 

Maundy Thursday reflection:

  • Will you keep Jesus company this week?
  • See what unfolds when you do.
 
Credits:
Gethsemane (The Hour is Near) by Anthony Falbo, 2006. Used with permission.
Written by Esther Hizsa, originally entitled “Stay with Me” published April 16, 2014
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Moving from “Me” to “We”

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If I were Jesus riding into Jerusalem, I would have been pretty agitated. Imagine entering the city where you’re about to be betrayed, abandoned, beaten, and killed. How could Jesus remain present to the crowds of joyous people shouting, “Hosanna!”? Before the week is through, another crowd will shout, “Crucify him.” Yet Jesus remains calm as he rides into Jerusalem and is welcomed by hundreds of palm-waving supporters. Yet he seemed to savour the moment.

How does he do that? How does anyone welcome the reality of their life without having the full reality of life rob them of joy? I got an answer to my question at Rob Des Cotes’  Soul Care Retreat.

Rob said, “This is how we tend to go through life.” Then he drew the diagram below (what I call the “me” stance):

diagram 1

“We have a relationship with something–an event, a relationship, a job, a goal, or a problem–and then we ask God to help us or bless what we’re doing. God is somewhere out there a distance from us,” he said.

Then Rob drew a second diagram (the “we” stance):

diagram2“Instead Jesus invites us to re-establish our relationship with God daily then, together with God, relate to everything else in our lives.”

Jesus was able to ride into Jerusalem and lovingly interact with the people around him because his primary relationship was not with his inevitable suffering and death. It was with God. The Lord God was holding Jesus’ right hand and telling him, “Do not fear, I myself am with you. We will face what is ahead together.”

When I think of addressing life this way–from a “we” stance instead of a “me” stance–I feel hopeful and light. I relax. I don’t have to be prepared for every possible outcome when the God of the universe is beside me. I can step back from whatever I’m dealing with and be more present to those around me.

It’s comforting to know I can turn to Jesus at any moment and say, “I’m glad you’re here.”

 For I am the Lord your God
    who takes hold of your right hand
  and says to you, Do not fear;
    I will help you…
  I myself will help you,” declares the Lord,
    your Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel.

 Isaiah 41:13,14 (NIV)

Questions for your Lenten pilgrimage:

  • What is on your mind right now?
  • How would it be different to address it with God ?
Credits:
This post was originally published on April 12, 2014.
“Palm Sunday” by Brian Whelan. Used with permission.
Rob Des Cotes is the director of Imago Dei Communities in Vancouver.
Palm Frond” (not visible on home page) by Samuel John. Used with permission.
© Esther Hizsa,An Everyday Pilgrim 2016
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There You Are

Apostles receiving communion

Okay. Okay. I’m being still. I’m trying to pause between activities and regain my balance. But, I’ll be honest with you, God. It doesn’t feel like a lot’s happening here. I haven’t stopped overeating and Lent is nearly over.

My heart aches with a deep longing to feel God’s presence.

Fred and I walk to church and arrive with time enough to quiet our souls. The church bell rings. We recite prayers, sing hymns and listen to scripture. The words bounce off me like rain on pavement.

Before communion, we turn to those around us and Pass the Peace with a handshake or a hug. I’m about to return to my seat when I hear, “There you are” and am embraced by a gentle man who sits across the aisle from us. His beard presses against my cheek for a second or two.

Tears well up. I replay his divine greeting over in my mind, absorbing the sing-song delight in it: There you are. 

Tears continue to flow as I recognize God in each person there. I line up for communion and God is standing before me and behind me. I kneel down and God kneels beside me. God places Christ’s body in my hands; God offers me the cup.

And I gladly receive it.

st. stephen's people

Christ be with me, Christ within me,
Christ behind me, Christ before me,
Christ beside me, Christ to win me,
Christ to comfort and restore me.
Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ in quiet, Christ in danger,
Christ in hearts of all that love me,
Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.
–St. Patrick

Questions for your Lenten pilgrimage:

  • Take a moment and look back on the past twenty-four hours. Who encouraged you? Could that be Christ?
  • Take a moment to allow God to look back over the last twenty-four hours of your life. What moment did God notice you being Christ for another?

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Love Mischief for the World

Love by Dustin Gaffke

There were many unnamed people in the Bible that engaged in love mischief with our Lord: the woman at the well, the widow who gave her last coin, the cleansed leper who returned to give thanks. And there are many ordinary saints, like this fellow who hugged me, who change the world with little acts of love.

What love mischief are you and God doing to care for the earth?
 Let me know and I will include it in an upcoming post.

Credits and References:
“Apostles receiving Communion” by Ted. Used with permission.
“St.Stephen the Martyr Anglican Church, Burnaby” by Rev. Gary Hamblin. Used with permission.
“Love” by Dustin Gaffke. Used with permission.
© Esther Hizsa, An Everyday Pilgrim, 2016.
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Get Real Still

Feather 2 Jim Champion

It was easy to pick out our grandson in the line-up of swimmers. The eight-year-old wore a life jacket and was a foot or two shorter than the others. Like those ahead of him, he waited for his turn to try the obstacle course that stretched the length of the pool.

Large blue and grey inflatable tubes, eighteen inches in diameter and two to three feet long, were attached in parallel and perpendicular configurations with a slide at the far end. I watched one swimmer after another attempt to walk on water over this deceptively simple looking course. Nearly every person ended up losing their balance and falling in.

Then it was our grandson’s turn. He dog-paddled out to the first tube and pulled himself onto it. Gingerly, he got to his feet. He paused for a moment then stepped slowly onto one tube then another. When he felt his body waver, he paused until he regained his balance. Then moved on, stepping and pausing from one tube to the next until he scrambled up and slid down the slide at the end.

When he got out of the pool, Fred gave him a high-five.

“How’d you do it?” we asked.

“I got real still inside me,” he replied.

The eight-year-old’s words were just what I needed to hear. In the course of my day, I tackle one obstacle, and before I recover my balance, I’m onto the next. Perhaps that’s why, at day’s end, I feel overwhelmed and just want to watch TV and eat.

What if I paused and got real still before moving onto the next thing in my day? Would it really make a difference?

Well, it’s working for our grandson.

54 Vernon Walk

I have stilled and quieted my soul.
–Psalm 131:2a (NIV 1984) 

Questions for your Lenten pilgrimage:

  • When was the last time you were still?
  • How did it feel?
  • What would it be like to return there regularly?

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Love Mischief for the World

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Any social worker that is willing to do research in the area of shame and vulnerability, face her own stuff and talk about it has been up to much love mischief! Brené Brown is that person. I just watched her talk, “The Anatomy of Trust.” So helpful. Catch her Ted talks here. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, “Brené Brown, you’re my hero.”

What love mischief are you and God doing to care for the earth?
 Let me know and I will include it in an upcoming post.

Credits and References:
“Feather 2” by Jim Champion. Used with permission.
Quote: “God comes to you, disguised as your life.” is by Paula D’Arcy in Falling Upward by Fr. Richard Rohr.
“Vernon Walk 2015” by Fred Hizsa. Used with permission.
Photo of Brené Brown from her website.
© Esther Hizsa, An Everyday Pilgrim, 2016.
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Between My Selves

This-lane-ends-sign

I gather up my courage and for the second time talk with my spiritual director about being overweight.

“I’m so confused,” I lament. De Mello says ‘Don’t change.’ Richard Rohr points out that two of the four gospels begin with the call to repent. Lots of people I love are overweight, and I don’t think less of them. And this is the first time I’m not feeling called to give up dessert or junk food for Lent. Instead God is asking me to spend more time in prayer.”

“I don’t like being overweight,” I continue. “It’s not healthy. I see my siblings adjust to the aging process by eating less and working out. But when I try to make these changes, I feel like I’m pushing the river. I know I’m addicted to food, but it’s not like an addiction that involves other people. If I was hurting someone else, I’d stop.”

“But it’s okay to hurt yourself?” she offers gently.

I bite my lip and feel my heart pound.

Once again I picture Jesus with compassion in his eyes, the way he was in the story of the woman caught in the act of adultery. This time he stands between my two selves. His back is to my false self (standing, arms crossed, scowling), while he gives my true self (sitting, barely making eye contact) space and a voice.

I tell my director about my two selves. Among other things, she asks me how I feel about my false self.

“I like her because she gives me permission to do whatever I want and makes sure I’m not being deprived. She reminds me of a good friend I used to have who stood up for me and got me through some difficult years. But that friendship ran its course, and so has this one. I’m glad Jesus is standing between my two selves.”

Now I knew why God was calling me to prayer. In the stillness, God exposes my false self and empowers the only me God created. And that me loves my body and longs to be heard.

Butterfly resting D Wright

May you have the wisdom to enter generously into your own unease
To discover the new direction your longing wants you to take.
–John O’Donohue, A Book of Blessings

Questions for your Lenten pilgrimage:

  • How do you feel about your body?
  • How does God feel about it?
  • Take a moment and, with God, listen to your body. What does it need today?

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Love Mischief for the World

cranky molloscsI am so grateful for fitness coaches like my daughter’s friend, Karina Inkster (left, Heidi on right). In high school Karina and Heidi challenged each other to care for their minds and bodies. They gave up television for a year and read classics. They refused to suntan and stopped eating animal products. To this day, they support each other in their choice to eat sustainably and care for their bodies. They also make great music together.

What love mischief are you and God doing to care for the earth?
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Credits and References:
Banner (not visible on home page) “Knit Together” by Kelly Dycavinu © 2011. Used with permission.
“This Lane Ends” courtesy of Best & Worst Ever Photo Blog.
“Butterfly Resting ” (cropped) by D Wright. Used with permission.
“The Cranky Molluscs” by Karina Inkster. Used with permission.
© Esther Hizsa, An Everyday Pilgrim, 2016.
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