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Fire

I recently attended a gathering where this was read and I had a chance to reflect upon it. I hope it lights something in your soul as it did mine. (Originally published here).

 

Fire
Judy Brown

What makes a fire burn
is space between the logs,
a breathing space.
Too much of a good thing
too many logs
packed in too tight
can douse the flames
almost as surely
as a pail of water would.

So building fires
requires attention
to the spaces in between
as much as to the wood.

When we are able to build
open spaces
in the same way
we have learned
to pile on the logs
then we can come to see how
it is fuel, and the absence of the fuel
together, that make fire possible.

We only need to lay a log
lightly from time to time.
A fire
grows
simply because the space is there,
with openings,
in which the flame
that knows just how it wants to burn
can find its way.

 

Image via CC - Creativity103

Image via CC – Creativity103

Soaked

Very porous, we humans are,” she said. One of my two wise yogi gurus made the jump between the Humans of New York photo I had shared and what it means to live faithfully.

Photo via Humans of New York. Follow him on Facebook and Instagram.

This is not my photo. Find more beauty via Humans of New York. Follow him on Facebook and Instagram. My life has been better since I’ve read these. life of faith. The picture of an older man included a quote from him, saying: life of faith.

The picture of an older man included a quote from him, saying:  “If you feed your children with food earned from corruption, they will be corrupt. If you feed your children with food earned from honesty, they will be honest.” I promise, this isn’t just another post about Monsanto or eating local or those flags I love to wave. The man’s wisdom, and my friend’s revelation, bears a deeper truth. We become what we take in. The Bread of Corruption means we turn our face from the people who hurt. When we do that repeatedly, we become corrupt ourselves.

As Jesus said, where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

Nothing in this world is “just something.” You don’t read “just” a book – the story informs your own story and changes the way you see the world. You don’t watch “just” a show. The characters shape your view of people and relationships. You form your view of the world through everything in your life because it becomes your baseline of “normal.” When we are continually exposed to violence, we begin to believe that violence is a way of life and unavoidable – ask any gang member. When we steep ourselves in malls and magazines, we believe handbags and couture are required for normal functioning. We are indeed so porous. We will take in anything around us. I believe that if anyone finds contemporary American Christianity hallow, perhaps it’s because little is spoken in churches about our propensity to take in what is around us beyond the classic sins of sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll. (Perhaps that’s because our churches tend to corporately absorb the culture in its own sterilized way, but alas, that’s a different post.) Spiritual living can come up short when we try to wash the wrong side of the cup. When we understand our sponge-like nature, we can then make sure we’re in direct contact with that which we want to embody. Love. Joy. Peace. Patience. Kindness. Goodness. Faithfulness. Self-control. We speak of these things as tasks to accomplish – “grow more patient.” But we cannot. We can expose ourselves to patience. We can watch others live patiently. We can show gratitude and acknowledge the ways in which others bear patience with us. We look back and realize we have become more patient than we were last year. If we crave a deeper spirituality, a deeper faith, let us begin with how shallow we are. Start to ask how much of God’s spirit we intentionally expose ourselves to each day. Make a practice of taking of our shoes. If we want to bear more of the image of Jesus, we must expose ourselves to Jesus – through the scriptures, through the Spirit and through those whom we share this celestial ball. Like our bread, we choose how we fill our spirits.

All I Want for Christmas…

Miss M

This girl. I just adore her spirit. Photo credit: Chad Ledley

Tonight before bed Miss M spontaneously erupted into Christmas list making. After 5 or 6 things it became clear I needed to grab a piece of paper.

  1. Pet Rabbit
  2. Pet Turtle
  3. Fish in a big container that we can feed
  4. A new shirt with a reindeer on it
  5. A chair like daddy’s for hats and shirts
  6. Hats. And shirts.
  7. 2 new books, one about Elsa and one about Anna
  8. A pretty, pretty picture with a horse on it. And sparkles. But not the kind of sparkles we used today to paint with, that would come off in our hands.
  9. New shoes – princess shoes. (Clarification: these are shoes with princesses on them, not necessarily shoes meant for a princess to wear. With snaps.)
  10. A pencil and a crayon. Actually, 2 of each.
  11. A clock with a “kickstand” (the piece that projects the time onto the ceiling). Of course, this is a princess clock.
  12. A new toothbrush. (She mentioned this no less than 4 times. I think she’s serious.)
  13. A Bible to learn how to read.
  14. A pair of pants – not jeans.
  15. 2 flowers that she can water. They would stay on the inside during the winter.
  16. 2 Clothes baskets (perhaps to hold it all in?)

There’s only 100 days until Christmas. I suppose every 4 year old has her list at the ready if you just ask. (BTW, I didn’t ask.)

 

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