To the exiled children of God,
who feel there is something wrong in this world,
Beloved, Sons and Daughters of the living God
To those who struggle to find place for their faith
among so many unanswered questions –
When the God we were promised doesn’t deliver what
To those who struggle with life
living with broken lives and families
and when all you expected of life
is torn away from you.
This may not be the world you expected
Beloved, Daughters and Sons of the living God.
But with God’s love,
and a community of grace
together, we can make it
with a nod to a prophet called Jeremiah who offered hope to people forcefully removed to a new home (Jeremiah 29:4-7, the bible)
Loved, Welcomed, A seat at the table, a place in the lounge
The front door is open.
Drop your shoes at the door – the weariness of the journey;
Drop your bag in the hall – alongside other’s burdens
See the smiles of welcome and acceptance.
For at this table
In this place
With this host
Sometimes I seek stillness.
Sometimes it finds me.
And sometimes in the busy-ness of each day
S/stillness is the furthest from
So sometimes I need to take my soul
and put it firmly in its place (!) A
or a patch of grass
(in the shade of that tree),
… and lose the ‘less’ in my Restless.
(Seeking less ‘-less’ and more R/rest)
In those moments
the door/window/tent-flap of my soul
needs to be opened again. Wide open.
In that moment my heart might just open to
learning or growth.
to the gaze of Love
and delicious Peace.
And gaze of One
who loves me more than
I can ever imagine.
And I find my self with less -less and more R/rest
(Stillness, Rest, Vulnerable, Loved)
It didn’t get beyond 18deg C yesterday – I swear. But after doing drinks duty at my running club, I went out for my weekly long run – 25km. It was a beautiful day with sun shining, and a cool breeze in the shade at 11am. Today my shoulders are red!
After months of winter running in sleeves (often with gloves), my pasty white shoulders must have been a glaring shock for the poor riders/walkers and children walking the Dandenong Creek Trail (“Tommy, don’t stare at the poor old man with the pale and hairy arms!”). I’m normally careful about sunburn – melanoma and I are not friends! But yesterday I didn’t think I needed sunblock. I was wrong!
Marathoners can be out there for 4-5 hours … and it could really warm up by midday on Melbourne Marathon day! So here are some ‘sun-tips’ for runners.
- Get a Sport sunblock – it stays on longer with sweat. SPF 50 is a good number – you are NOT out there to get a tan, people! (And they have expiry dates for a reason – it pays to check them!)
- Use it! (and keep it with your daily running gear, alongside the Sweet Cheeks)
- When applying sunblock pay attention to the backs of your legs – especially the tops of your calves and near your sock line – shoulders, the back and sides of your neck … and don’t forget your ears.
- When putting it on your face DON’T put sunblock on your forehead. When you sweat it will run into your eyes … and that’s just painful to think about (I’ve been blinded more than once!) You are better off wearing a cap or visor. If you put sunblock on your nose and under your eyes do so lightly … and remember its there. When you wipe sweat off your face, you can run the sunblock back into your eyes!
- In summer you can get burnt on overcast days and later in the morning. If you are out after 10am in training or race day, get lathering!
- Speaking of sweet cheeks, in the heat your chafing parts will chafe! Lucas Pawpaw ointment is good, but Butt Butter is better (see what I did there!) as it is not petroleum based.
- Get some good sunglasses. If you get sport-specialist ones they should not fog up, and they will stay on your face even when you have sunblock on your nose! Mine have interchangable lenses, meaning I can use them in various levels of light.
- Run in the shade if it is sunny. If you can choose your training route, chose the shaded side of the street. On race day try to run in the shaded part of the course (This is true for Melbourne as well as Gold Coast marathons).
- Keeping a Thir Band / Buff on your wrist is good for mopping up sweat and stray liquid sunblock.
None of this will stop Tommy staring at the blanched athlete gliding past at a snails pace, but it will mean you won’t suffer the next day … giving Tommy’s mum an object lesson in sun-care.
Running tip #12: Be a sun-smart runner.
Freedom: It’s an app! (kindof).
Last week Michael Hyatt
suggested that many of us are too easily distracted by blogs, TGIF (twitter, google, instagram, Facebook), and even email. We interrupt ourselves flitting from one to the other, and then attempt to justify it by calling it ‘multi-tasking’. To focus on one thing at a time, it was suggested, creates clarity and discipline as well as freedom in thinking and creativity. Some of my friends have no problem with social media distraction – they just go and bake something (its called Procrasti-baking) or hit the garden or gym.
It turns out there is an app for the social media version! Its called Freedom
. Now I’m not selling software, nor am I yet sold on this app. But I’m using it as part of my discipline. Freedom enables me to shut off any website (or group of websites) for a fixed period of time. I can do it adhoc (30 minutes starting now) or schedule it (no social media access after 9pm!) I can set it up on my computer, and at the same time control the same accessibility on any of my devices (iPhone, iPad, etc). So when freedom is activated and I go to Strava, I get a beautiful message – “You are free from Strava.com”.
My fascination in this exercise is to see if I can generate my own discipline of focus. But I know myself well enough – I need help to get started!
The Lifehack article from Vironika Tugaleva
at Urban Spiritual (http://www.lifehack.org/articles/lifestyle/freedom-self-control.html
) gave me more insight. “… self-control means soul-in-control. It means allowing the most authentic, pure part inside all of us to lead. … We all deeply crave to live life doing what we want, when we want. I think the reason that self-control seems to be the opposite of that is that many people are not in touch with their deepest desires.” Vironika’s insights about taking time to know our deepest selves, about Mindfulness and the reality that our (shallow) addictions are connected to our deepest desires, give a lead to how we discover more freedom.
However sometimes consistent changes to single behaviours are the best starting point. Like forcing ourselves to click “start session” in Freedom!
Rant Alert: In 1987 Rick McKinney (US Archery champion) sat with a group of us over lunch at the NZ national archery championships. I asked him what it took to become an Olympian. He said, “It’s lonely. You have to give up everything that’s not your sport – social, eating what you want, nights out with your mates and sleep-ins on cold mornings. And there are no guarantees you will achieve your dream. But you will do something you can be proud of – your very best!”
So here’s my thoughts about the current debate on medal tallies.
It is shamefully disrespectful of any athletes to hang national medal expectations on them. They have worked hard for very little reward to get to Rio (most train on the back of full time jobs or study); they have given their best, training in heat and cold and rain when most of us are still in bed; given up social opportunities night after night for several years; they compete for their country with pride – in spite of drug cheats, selfish IOC and event officials, and insensitive reporters. Many achieve personal bests and new national records against other athletes who have themselves improved over the past 4 years. There are no guarantees of medal or even competing in finals.
Yes there is disappointment at a collective drop in performance – but please be sensitive to the women and men who have given and done things that none of us can imagine.
Handel’s words and music shook the concrete block walls of the church.
voices stronger than ours held us in rapture.
He is risen. He is risen indeed!
The ancient creed echoed through the church
from the lips of children, the broken, and the proud.
we broke bread, shared a cup of wine.
we celebrated a Love that triumphs over death …
and that vibrant life can be celebrated
(without chocolate or bunnies)
in a community that gently holds infants and 75-year lovers.
‘he goes ahead of you’, and we are invited to join the story.
an hour later.
tears trickled onto the bedsheets in the hospital.
cancer is taking her words and dignity from her.
death is not feared – it’s dying that is the enemy that wrenches at the heart.
in this place, its easier to understand death.
to be slow to speak of new life (cliche)
but to whisper the rumours into the right moment is an art (not always mine).
we read the story (again) and the invitation into the story,
an empty grave,
(he goes ahead of you. wherever).
eyes closed, holding hands …
not easy words.silence.holding hands.eyes closed.tears
so we break chocolate, and talk about the bunny
and a community that holds infants and lovers who will never see their 3rd anniversary.
the faith of many gently holds faith for one (especially this one),
with tears on a hospital bedsheet.
‘he goes ahead of you’
(Easter day, 2016)