Showing posts with label shepherd. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shepherd. Show all posts

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Psalm 31:3--what I learned from a week of teaching

... tú eres mi roca y mi fortaleza,
        y por amor de tu nombre me conducirás y me guiarás.

I teach in a Catholic school, and every period opens with prayer or devotion.  Since I teach Spanish, the prayer/devotion is in that language.  Since my students are Spanish 2, I give the verse/prayer in Spanish and then enlarge upon it in English.  

So for a whole week, my students (I hope) and I concentrated on the above verse:  Psalm 31:3.  "... you are my rock and my fortress, and for love of your name, you will direct me and guide me." I wanted to share some of my devotions for that week.  Don't worry--the entire devotion could take no more than 5 minutes or so; this will not take forever.   Promise!

First of all--for love of your name.

Why should God care about me enough to direct and guide me?  Well, because I am his.  I reflect him.  He loves his own, and I bear his name.  A good father guides his children, and in the past, it was expected that we conduct ourselves appropriately because of our good name.  I was a Wood--my behavior reflected upon the Woods past and present.  Therefore, it was my responsibility to act in a way that would make the name of Wood shine.  It was my parents' responsibility to teach me how to act that way.  I think this idea is becoming a thing of the past in the US, and it makes me sad.  Another idea that came from this section is the fact that the name goes both ways:  I bear his name, and he carries my name in the palm of his hand.  We are intimately connected, my Lord and I.

Next:  My fortress

I always pictured a fortress as a place to run and hide when trouble threatened, but a fortress was more than that.  A fortress was a place where people lived.  While war was waged around me, I could know that I was safe in my fortress.  Understanding that this psalm was written by a man in the midst of war, we can understand that even though the conflict goes on all around me, I am safe within the fortress of God's love.  So why is it that I choose to only run inside when there is danger?  Isn't it a better idea to live my whole life within the safety of the fortress?  Lean on the Lord in your distress, yes, but also learn to lean on him when the times are good.  That way you're used to the fortress and can be assured that you're protected when times get tough.

My rock:

A fortress I can understand.  We can be safe inside while the battle rages outside.  But a rock?  What on earth is safe about a rock?  I actually had to look this up.  But when I did, it was a "ohhh" experience.  A rock means strength.   Well, God is our Rock.  He is our strength-he will fight our battles and be an ever-present help in times of need.  When I think of this idea--ever-present help--I think of growing up and going to the beach.  We knew we were almost there when we could see Morro Rock in the distance.  It is a big, beautiful rock, and its presence brought us hope and joy because our trip was ending and vacation fun was beginning.  When we look at Christ our Rock, we have hope and joy because we have a friend and brother who fights on our side and has guaranteed that we will win the race.

He will conduct us and guide us:

Have you ever watched a shepherd guiding his sheep?  The shepherd has a rod and a staff.   If the sheep veered off,  the shepherd was there for him, not to hit or frighten, but simply to guard and guide.  The sticks were there to keep the sheep safe.  The rod disciplined and protected the sheep from intruders; the staff guided them so they wouldn't veer to far off the path.  Well, I am a sheep and the Lord is my Shepherd. If I veer off my path, I can rest assured that I won't veer too far, because he is right there beside me, using his rod and staff to guard me and guide me.  I know that at times it seems that you have gone too far, but just ask him to forgive you--you'll find that he's been there all along, and he's always willing to bring you back to the right path.

Well, that was my week in prayer.  What about yours?







Wednesday, January 23, 2013

The church--a cautionary tale

Once upon a time there was a tiny little church. It was old and had obviously seen better days, as had the neighborhood. Not many people could get in at once-surely no more than 20 or so.  The pastor was poor but honest, and his flock loved him.  They were a motley assortment at best, but they all loved him.

Dwayne was one of the sheep, and he was the most vocal.  He was old, loud, dirty, and proud of his evil past.  He had come to the church years ago, and the pastor's easy manner and friendly disposition had persuaded him that it might be worth staying here.  He found that the church was inviting--it didn't make fun of him or laugh at him.  It didn't turn up its nose when he walked past--figuratively or literally.  He was treated as a cherished brother, and Dwayne liked that.  In fact, he started listening to the pastor's sermons (more homilies than sermons, really), and he found himself wanting to be a friend of the man that Pastor talked about.

Beauty was Dwayne's wife.  She had been a streetwalker--she preferred that to tramp--but Dwayne had found her after he found the church.  He took her to service, and she found welcome and acceptance there, just as Dwayne had.  She wasn't made to feel ashamed, but she came to desire escape from her former life.  Dwayne helped her leave the life, and the two of them had been helping others leave ever since.  They didn't all care about the church or its God, but they were all grateful for the freedom that they had found, and they all were free to accept prayers--and even to ask for them.  Dwayne and Beauty (whose real name, Betsy, was not nearly as pretty, in her opinion) felt sure that one day they would come to love the church, its pastor, and their God every bit as much as they did.

There were others, too.  Sid was a drugged-out teen who had come to the church one night begging for a handout.  Instead, he had been given a ride to a drive-in, a warm meal, and a place to sleep in the church's basement.  Sid was offered help to kick his habit, and even though the help hadn't worked (yet), the sheep had high hopes.  Deep in his heart, so did Sid.  And like many others, Sid was attracted to the church and its God, if not yet convinced.  Marianne and her partner Lianne were lesbians who came when Lianne found out that her mother had terminal cancer.  Even though her parents refused to acknowledge their lifestyle, Lianne was worried and hurting. The church took both of them to its heart, and Lianne and Marianne were soon part of a prayer group.  Some people were comfortable with the thought of gay people at church, others were confused, and still others were sure that the lifestyle was wrong, but none of them felt that dealing with that was as important as praying for a mother who was dying.  They finally came to the conclusion that "Judge not lest you also be judged" was in the Bible for a reason.  Others were just normal folk, mostly poor--like the neighborhood--but good people who loved God, loved the pastor, and loved the church.

One day a real estate developer came to town.  He had been looking over the neighborhood, and he'd decided that the houses were too old and unsightly to be of any use to him.  Some people rented--the landlords were happy to be rid of the nuisance.  Others were happy to have a few dollars in their pocket and another house in a different part of town.  They sold right away, at a profit.  Some members of the church were in this crowd--they felt that God was blessing the neighborhood by bringing in new blood and giving others a chance to leave.  The pastor wasn't so sure.

Soon, the neighborhood was quite different.  The old houses were destroyed and new and fashionable condominiums took their place.  The old neighbors were unable to afford to buy the sweet condos and soon left.  The neighbors that stayed were happy, at least for a time.  New neighbors came, too.  They were different than the old ones, much different.  They came into the little church and had a talk with the pastor.  "We don't feel that the church paints the proper picture for this new community," they said. "We are willing to pay for an upgrade.  You will have the most beautiful church in the city!"  Once again, the pastor wasn't sure it was a good idea, but he didn't really have a voice in the decision. The vestry voted 12-0 to gratefully accept the new neighbor's building contribution, and the most wealthy and influential neighbor, Solomon, was voted into the vestry immediately.  Nobody seemed to care that the number became 13.

Well, the little old church was torn down and a beautiful new building took its place.  It drew the new neighbors to it like flies to garbage.  The new neighbors were very aware of their social standing.  They looked around at the original parishioners and did not like what they saw.  They soon decided to take steps.

The first sacrificial lamb was Beauty.  Edith, an accountant with a businessman husband and a high opinion of her life, came to her and hinted that she was a little--well--loud.  Beauty, at first, took it in stride.  She giggled and said, "I guess so.  I'm not the mani-pedi and salon dye type.  But at our church, you take us as we are.  But the problem was that there were not that many original church members left.  Edith and her friends made it a point to ignore Edith and her friends and keep her out of the loop.  The pastor spoke to her about her attitude, but Edith pointedly mentioned that a pastor's salary is maintained by his parishioners, and he might want to keep his mouth shut.  The pastor wasn't intimidated, but he was at a loss.  He went to the chapel and began to devote time to prayer, seeking an answer to this question.

The answer came almost immediately.  Solomon informed the pastor that he was not a good fit for the new church and its new congregation.  They preferred "congregation" to "sheep".  He was given a month's severance pay and told to find another church.

Soon after, Ed, a buff retired fireman who enjoyed positions of power, took both Dwayne and Sid in hand.  Dwayne was told that the church would no longer support his going out and finding "those women".  Dwayne got belligerent and profane, which Ed had secretly hoped would happen.  He said that the vestry had assured him that they would not tolerate people who took the Lord's name in vain (let alone some of the other things he had said).  He was kicked out of church on the spot.  Sid was even easier.  He came to church one day looking for the pastor.  He had fallen off the wagon and needed help.  He hadn't been around for awhile and knew nothing about the recent changes.  Ed greeted him at the door with a big smile and hearty handshake.  He then called 911 and told the police that there was a person in possession of illegal drugs at the church.  The police soon showed up and escorted Sid off the premises.  The poor kid was over 18, so he was given jail time.  He blamed the whole thing on God, not Ed, and vowed never to set foot in another church.

Lianne and Marianne were next.  The vestry invited them to their next meeting.  They told them that the church had decided that it would not condone homosexuality inside its walls.  The two were told that they must publicly acknowledge that they were deep in sin and promise never to practice homosexuality ever again.  The alternative was to leave the church at once.  Lianne asked, "Will you still at least keep my mother in your prayers?"  "She isn't gay, too, is she?" Edith said with a sneer.  The two women turned away without another word.

It has been seven years, and First Church of Suburbia is doing very well, thank you.  There are prayer services, women's brunches, children's camp, choir and praise team, and many other services and ministries available for the discerning church goer.  If you hadn't known the church before, you might not notice the spiritual emptiness hanging like cobwebs from every window and door.

You might ask, "What about the pastor and his sheep?"  Not all have returned.  Many neighbors moved and were lost to him, but some sought him out.  He found a space in a small gym and has services there on Sundays and is saving his pennies so that he can one day move to a real church.  He is thankful for every day, and sorry that his flock had to go through such trials.  He visits Sid in prison, and Sid has asked to be baptized.  Lianne and Marianne found the church as well, and so did Dwayne and his wife.  They are active and happy, if not as naive as they once were.  They believe that God is in control and that everything happens for a reason. They admit that they can't understand why this happened, but they aren't too worried.  They're too busy living for God and rejoicing in his name.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Who shall find rest? Thoughts on Messiah

He shall lead his flock like a shepherd
Will you, now?  Will you really?  Who exactly will you lead?  The conservative right? The liberal left?  The gatherings who can trace their heritage to  the foundation of Your church? The newcomers who have broken away because of perceived errors in this line or that line?  Who?

Will you lead only those who are fit to be called Your children?  And who determines that, by the way?
The above-mentioned conservative right or liberal left?  Are all children your children?
Are none of us really really yours?
Is this just some big cosmic joke?

What flock exactly will you lead?

And he shall gather the lambs in his arm
And he shall carry them in his bosom
The lambs.  You will gather the lambs and carry them.  The lambs from Columbine?  The lambs from Sandy Hook?  The lambs from Kenya and Congo and Botswana?  All of these?  What if some don't believe in you?

Will you keep them safe even when the world is determined to do them damage?

And he shall gently lead those who are with young.
Oh.  That was me.  You led me all those days when the earth was black and without hope or purpose.  You led me past hardship and sorrow and grief and pain and loss and suicidal thoughts and you carried me
right into more grief and pain and loss

But were you really carrying me?  I felt so alone.

Come unto him, all ye that labor
Come unto him, ye that are heavy-laden
And he will give you rest.
Well, that's pretty clear.  All.  Conservative right, liberal left, homosexuals, homophobes, pro-life, pro-choice--everyone. Only qualification--you have to be heavy-laden.  Does that let anyone out?  I really don't think so.  All of us struggle.  Guilt, shame, depression, humiliation, physical and mental infirmity-we all struggle.  We all labor under our own yokes.  And when we come unto him--when we seek him out (or accept that he has led us to him) what happens?  We find rest.  Rest for the weary. That sounds good. 

Take his yoke upon you
And trust in him
What? Another yoke?  Don't we have enough to bear already?  Do we also have to bear his burden?  But wait.  Trust in him.  When you yoke two animals together, the burden--no matter what it is--is decreased.  You don't have to bear it alone.  He isn't asking you to take more; he's asking you to give him more and let him take care of it all.  You just have to trust.  But trust is such a big word!  Why should we trust?

For he is meek and lowly of heart
And you shall find rest unto your soul.
Oh.  He is meek and lowly of heart.  What does that even mean?  Meek?  The dictionary says that to be meek is to be patient and submissive.  Submissive?  To me?  You mean he will allow me to put my needs first?  And lowly?  What is lowly of heart?  A heart that is meek.  A heart that isn't bound up in pride.  Coming unto a man such as this would surely bring rest to the soul.

So yes, Lord,
I accept you as my Shepherd. 
I accept that I am a lamb--one of many, but precious to you.
I acknowledge my need to find rest
And to find the ability to trust.

So today,
As much as I can,
I take your yoke, 
Put it upon myself--
knowing that you are sharing my burden so much more than I'm sharing yours
And I ask for grace
To trust in You.

And this trusting comes without the need for answers.
I need not worry about conservative right, liberal left,
Lambs in the US and abroad,
Those who know you and those who don't know you.

They are not my burden to bear.
Not that they aren't important--
They are, much more than I can ever comprehend.
But they are your burden, 
Not mine.
And even my own burden,
My heart, my friends, my children, my past and my future--
Your desire is for me to give them over in bondage with you.

And so I do,
Now and forever.
Amen.