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Blessing

27 Wednesday Apr 2016

Posted by mark lloyd richardson in Poems

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blessing, Ganna Walska Lotusland, gift, God, grace, gratitude, holy ground, pure heart

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Ganna Walska Lotusland, Santa Barbara, CA

Blessing is
the feeling you get
when the day’s gifts
are more
than your gratitude can hold.

Blessing sings
in the sunlight
and dances in the rain
knowing
each is irreplaceable.

Blessing favors
no one
it is not stingy or reluctant
it seeks new ways
to express itself each day.

Blessing sleeps
on the pillows
of the just and the unjust
yet truly awakens only in those
who seek God with pure hearts.

Blessing reaches
the furthest limits
of human endeavor
and sets those who receive it
on holy ground.

Blessing surprises.
Blessing breaks open that which is closed.
Blessing speaks to our deepest need.
Blessing wraps us in God’s grace.
Blessing completes.

Copyright (c) 2016 Mark Lloyd Richardson

Every Common Bush

06 Saturday Sep 2014

Posted by mark lloyd richardson in Sermon portions

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centered life, compassion, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, holy ground, Jesus, justice, LGBTQ inclusion, Moses, prayer, Rosa Parks, scripture, social justice

burning-bushIn her poem “Aurora Leigh,” Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote:
Earth’s crammed with heaven
And every common bush afire with God:
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes,
The rest sit round it, and pluck blackberries.

The story of Moses and the burning bush (Exodus 3:1-15) has long fascinated believers. Moses is going about his usual business as a sheepherder when he catches a glimpse of something unusual in his peripheral vision, and decides that he must turn and look. Like other call stories in scripture, this one provides a window into how we interpret the ways God calls us.

The story of Moses, and the story of each person who has been grasped by God’s unconditional love, shows that there is One who knows us and calls us by name. There is One who calls us to a centered life, a life full of burning bushes, a life lived on holy ground. These burning bushes are everywhere. We need only open our eyes.

Our primary source as Christian disciples is Scripture, not because it’s free of error or contradiction, but because it is the remembered story of a people seeking after God. We read it, study it, and wrestle with it. Scripture is a burning bush, demanding our attention.

Anything that brings our attention to our Creator is potentially a burning bush. Prayer can be a burning bush, as can meditation. Other people can be windows into the divine. Relationships sometimes cause us to look deeply within ourselves to encounter the intrinsically relational nature of life. Events sometimes converge in such a way that we find ourselves brushing up against what it means to be human. As we engage our conscience and take moral stands a bush is burning in our midst!

As followers of Christ, the shape our lives take in the world is the cross, reflective of the self-giving love of Christ. “If any want to become my followers,” Jesus tells his disciples, “let them deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me” (Matthew 16:24). Jesus knew that the God-centered life always involved a willingness to put one’s life on the line in order to participate in the divine presence in the world.

Therefore a person like Rosa Parks boldly refused to cooperate with the evil of segregation by refusing to sit at the back of the bus that day many years ago in Montgomery, Alabama. Every day, ordinary people work for social justice, among them the advocates for the full inclusion of our LGBTQ neighbors in society and in the church.

Then there are those dear souls who daily show mercy to others – nurses, teachers, social workers, first responders, caregivers, hospice workers. There are those who go beyond what is reasonable to cheer the depressed, to comfort the grieving, to feed the hungry, to clothe the naked. Burning bushes, every one!

God cannot be kept on a shelf, or in a private corner of our lives. God tells Moses, “I AM WHO I AM.” Therefore we walk into the world with this One whose name is I AM, and realize that we can’t take anything for granted, and we surely can’t assume to know what comes next. We worship the God who is the great I AM, whose relationship with the world is dynamic and active. We turn aside often to see what God is doing. We take off our shoes, and feel the holy ground beneath our feet. We remember that in our baptisms we put on Christ. We become the presence of Christ as we move out into the world. We go in the name of the great I AM, the Lord of life and hope!

Words (c) 2014 Mark Lloyd Richardson

Praying on Sunday

15 Sunday Apr 2012

Posted by mark lloyd richardson in Poems, Prayers

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breath, earth's altar, gratitude, holy ground, Lake Tahoe, prayer, Sunday morning

Two years ago this month, my wife Dallis and I stayed for a week on the north shore of Lake Tahoe. Here’s a poem I wrote that Sunday morning as I looked out upon the day!

Praying on Sunday

There are many to-morrows, my love, my love,
            But only one to-day.
            Joaquin Miller

On a Sunday morning like this
I am routinely in my study
gathering words to express peoples’ prayers
revisiting my sermon for flow and transitions
giving thought to a benediction.

Today I look out at towering pines
snow-brushed hills
blue sky meeting bluer water
birds of the air and creatures of the earth
my study renovated and redecorated
by all that God has made.

This life—
a particular path toward tomorrow’s tomorrow—
one day so often meeting the next
with little more than the passing recognition
that time flees before us we grow older we die—

This life is a prayer
written on the tips of wings and branches
carried on the breath of the winds
lived upon the altar of the earth.

On a Sunday morning like this
there is holy ground everywhere I look.
I enter my temporary study
and prepare to pray
my heart spilling over with gratitude.

Words (c) 2012 Mark Lloyd Richardson
Photos (c) 2012 Dallis Day Richardson

P. S. ~ If you enjoy this blog, please share it with someone. My heartfelt desire for my writing is to invite others to see life from a place of awe and wonder!

Take Off Your Shoes

20 Monday Feb 2012

Posted by mark lloyd richardson in Reflections

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burning bush, call of God, call story, discernment, doubts, empathy, encounter God, holy ground, human condition, ordained ministry, questions, real presence, remove your sandals, self-reflection

I spent a day last week on an interview team talking and listening to individuals who are either candidates for ordination or working as local pastors in the United Methodist Church. The interviews are meant to be part of a discernment process for each candidate over several years’ time as they prepare themselves for ordained ministry. The process involves healthy doses of both self-reflection and the assessments of others, and it takes into consideration all the ways we measure health – psychological, physical, emotional, spiritual, and relational. Candidates are expected to be able to clearly articulate the movement of God in their lives that has led them to believe that God is calling them into ordained ministry. It is their personal “Call Story.”

Most of us on the interview team are ordained ministers who have served the church for many years. We remember sitting in the same seat once and doing our best to bring the mystery of God’s gracious activity in our lives to speech. We know it is daunting to be where these candidates are sitting and it gives us a measure of empathy.

As I listen to others tell their call stories I also recall some of the call stories in scripture, especially the one of God calling Moses. It begins when as an infant his life is spared through the courageous actions of his mother and sister. He grows up among his Hebrew people under the oppressive thumb of the Egyptians. He witnesses the brutal treatment of his people but never imagines that he will be called upon to do anything about it.

Then one day Moses leads his father-in-law Jethro’s flock of sheep out into the wilderness to Horeb, the mountain of God. There he sees a bush that is blazing but is not consumed, and when he turns aside to look more closely God calls to him out of the bush, “Moses, Moses!” Moses replies, “Here I am.” Then God says, “Come no closer! Remove the sandals from your feet, for the place on which you are standing is holy ground.” Then we are told that Moses hid his face, for he was afraid to look at God (Exodus 3:1-6).

It will always be a fearful thing to encounter God! God strips away all the self-protective layers of an ego-inflated life and addresses the core of who you are as a human being. There is no hiding from God. The very ground upon which you and I live our lives is holy ground. Even our abuse of the earth does not diminish its glorious nature. Even our neglect of our own bodies does not lessen their temple-like quality. God blazes in bushes all around us and within us. Just because we fail to notice them doesn’t make God’s presence less real.

I think back over the years to the time I first felt the stirring of God’s call within me. I remember that, like Moses, I had plenty of reasons why God was making a big mistake in calling me. I, too, asked, “Who am I that I should go?” I, too, wondered, “What shall I say to them?” I, too, worried, “But suppose they do not believe me or listen to me, but say, ‘The Lord did not appear to you.’” I, too, objected, “I have never been eloquent, neither in the past nor even now.”

All these years later I still do not know why God would call someone like me to lead a congregation. I can think of all kinds of ways that I am not qualified. I struggle with the human condition. I experience doubts. I have more questions than answers. I worry that in my weakness I am letting people down, or worse, letting God down. For these reasons and more, I am aware every day of the need to take off my shoes!

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