Standing in Solidarity with the Hurting

Eyes in Alley III

You can find some beautiful things in alleys and dark places. Just ask Elizabeth Gibson. On her typical morning walk she spotted something in a dumpster. She had no idea what it was but she said something just, “pulled me in”. She moved toward the dumpster. Had the courage to open lids, shift debris, and get her hands dirty only to find an abstract piece of art. Her words: Even though I didn’t understand it, I knew it had power”. The painting was a Rufino Tamayo original worth $1,049,000 at auction.

You can find some beautiful things in alleys and dark places. But to be real with you I very seldom want to run to those dark places. Getting my hands dirty by touching the debris of people’s lives is hard…

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A Recipe for Purposefulness in Grief

Grief

I’ve been dealing with a lot of personal grief these days. This was the first series of holidays without someone that was real dear to me. I started looking for something to cling to in my grief so I wouldn’t drown in my hurting. Then I remembered the recipe for anointing oil. Anointing someone with oil is one of the sacred spaces I get invited into periodically. Every time I anoint someone with oil I feel like I’ve stumbled onto holy ground. We see this practice all throughout the Old and New Testament of the Bible. People where anointed with oil for a variety of reasons. Kings where anointed. Priests were anointed. If a prophet was commissioned to speak to the ills of a nation or if someone was sick they would be anointed with oil. I think it is one of the most special things we can do for one another. Anointing reminds us of the importance of the intimacy of touch. It confirms and affirms those being anointed with oil. I think it’s a sacred act of love that cuts through the staid ritual of just going through the motions of faith. It’s amazing what a little oil, the laying on of hands, and a warm word can do for a person…

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Road Trip!!!

Serra Labyrith

I love a good road trip. Give me 6 or 7 hour on open highway, a bag of Puffy Cheetos and some Twizzlers and I’m good! Don’t get me started on having just the right playlist of music! This may not be bliss consciousness but to me it’s real close. The cross-country move I recently made with my son in our pick up truck was as close to a unitive experience as a contemplative could ask for. I doubt the rest of my family felt that way. But I loved it. I think that’s why I love walking labyrinths. Walking a labyrinth is a road trip mixed with a Divine encounter with a side order of change…

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Three Certainties about Ambivalence

decisions

How can I make life decisions when I can’t figure out what socks to wear? It was easy when sock choices where limited to black, brown or white when wearing tennis shoes. But with the onset of multicolored strips, polka dots and patterned socks, I’m absolutely outdone. So I’m staring at the abyss that is my sock drawer thinking, “And I’m the one tasked with trying to figure out life… great. Ambivalence sets in and all the decisions of the day crowd around to such a degree there’s no room for my socks or me. Have you been there? Have you had that moment when all of the possibilities you face spread out before you like the branching out of a river delta? The generation I care for and mentor have been there for sure, so I get ambivalence…

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