Jesus called his closest friends to share his final meal;
Those twelve beloved friends, a Covenant meal.
The Night of Great Remembrance rebirthed a new and greater one.
The betrayer ate. He was invited too. Loved as deeply.
A traitor among them; treacherous heart turning to stone.
“The one to whom I give the bread…”
Did their hands touch? Did Judas see the love filled eyes?
Body and blood choke his swallow as he cut himself out,
Leaving to do his evil task?
Last night we ate at this same table;
Our hands touched the body given;
Lips drank the offered life.
We saw his eyes of love and we remembered.
“Is this New Covenant table not a participation?”
Make us to be your body, Christ.
Pour your life blood ‘to us. Heal us
Of our betrayer hearts.
Raise us to this participation;
Reborn in you to bless the world.
Today I worshipped
And shiny glass bits
Washed up on shore.
Green and purple
Glass, edges rounded,
Tossed up by pounding waves.
Child’s treasure. Burnished glass
And pebble stones
Worn smooth at lakes edge.
Today I worshipped.
And the stones
Cried out his praises,
While I hunted treasures
With a little boy.
I think I am back in this space because it seems a more appropriate space than Facebook. Facebook would be Ok since what I will say won’t be long and maybe not terribly profound except to those who know how to read between my lines.
I have been up in Edmonton leading in a small retreat for the women of Sanctuary Covenant Church – Friday evening through tonight. No sleepovers. Just meeting at the house; Sanctuary Place. Sharing in study and meals. Together in the presence of God, listening to him as we shared stories and considered how we could draw closer to God and to each other, how we could deepen our relationships so that we could also help those hovering on the peripheries of the circle join us in our journey deeper into God. (Thanks Randall for reminding me of the great way a wheel can be useful to illustrate this)
And for me it was a weekend of experiencing the presence of God. God the creator of words was there as we shared and he was sufficient – well, actually way more than sufficient. Exodus 4:10-12.
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I decided about a month ago that I simply had to get in shape. Sitting in front of a computer studying or going out for “coffee” with the women I have been caring about in Edmonton has not been good for my waist line or for my physical condition. I was basically getting fat and lazy. I think that a person actually loses energy as one does less and then it becomes a vicious cycle.
So, anyway, I joined Curves. An exercise place for women.
This week I have managed to go four times. I wonder if my body is getting in better shape?
Did you know that all of their exercise machines have little chips readers that set the machine’s resistance on an individual basis? So as I go around this little computer chip is my personal slave driver telling me to go harder, faster, harder, more repetitions. A virtual slave driver. And I pay for this.
What have I come to!
Tonight I have very sore feet. I have no idea if I have lost an ounce of weight but I do believe I feel more energetic.
But it hurts.
Thank God for ibuprofen.
Seems about time to see if this blog can find new life. I wonder if things have shifted enough in how I use my time to allow me time to do some reflecting in this space. Not sure anyone reads this anymore but mostly this is for me anyway.
I checked outside first thing this morning. Snow again in the night. Quite a lot.
Winter came early this year. Now here it is, Advent already.
I seem to have expectations about Advent that are out of sync with the culture around me. I wish I knew if this was a good or bad thing. I love Christmas but it seems as if for most people Advent is simply a hurtling into Christmas. As if now we are in for it in earnest so lets start the decorating and presents buying; lets get the latest decorations and put them up quickly before this season passes.
There is a part of me that wants to do this too but am I just succumbing to the pressure of my consumerist culture?
The other part of me screams, “WAIT!” Advent is a time to wait. But nobody seems to want to wait. Including Christians. They want to leave behind the purple of Advent and rush towards decorations – red and green and gold and all the sparkly things, the glitter and lights.
It seems to me, and I may be wrong – as I usually seem to be – that we need to wait. We need to consider the reasons for the waiting. The whole universe waited for millennia till God sent his own son. Then his presence was among us – he became one of us – was born, grew up in a human family, taught, was misunderstood, died, conquered evil and rose to offer us life too. And now we wait for him again. We need to remember that we are waiting people – waiting for our hope of a new creation, new life and freedom. And while we wait we have his presence with us. He did not leave us alone to wait in the dark.
There is so much we can learn if we take the time to wait. A baby will arrive in good time. Then we will celebrate!