"We arrive in this world with birthright gifts -- then we spend the first half of our lives abandoning them or letting others disabuse us of them. As young people, we are surrounded by expectations that may have little to do with who we really are, expectations held by people who are not trying to discern our selfhood but to fit us into slots. In families, schools, workplaces, and religious communities, we are trained away from true self toward images of acceptability; under social pressures like racism and sexism our original shape is deformed beyond recognition; and we ourselves, driven by fear, too often betray true self to gain the approval of others.
We are disabused of original giftedness in the first half of our lives. Then -- if we are awake, aware, and able to admit our loss -- we spend the second half trying to recover and reclaim the gift we once possessed."
Parker J. Palmer
"Let Your Life Speak"
Showing posts with label Gift. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gift. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
this day's bread
Give us this day our bread of this day
and which this day alone can give us,
at the same time that this very day is given to us.
Jean-Luc Marion
and which this day alone can give us,
at the same time that this very day is given to us.
Jean-Luc Marion
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Thanksgiving Blessing
Even as we express our gratitude for God’s good gifts,
We receive the gift of gratitude itself;
Pressed down and overflowing.
Let us seek the way of pure kindness…
In the name of the Father.
Let us shut the door on anxiety…
In the name of Jesus.
Let us remember beauty…
In the name of the Holy Spirit.
Even as we express our gratitude for God’s good gifts,
We receive the gift of gratitude itself;
Pressed down and overflowing…
Pressed down and overflowing.
Amen
We receive the gift of gratitude itself;
Pressed down and overflowing.
Let us seek the way of pure kindness…
In the name of the Father.
Let us shut the door on anxiety…
In the name of Jesus.
Let us remember beauty…
In the name of the Holy Spirit.
Even as we express our gratitude for God’s good gifts,
We receive the gift of gratitude itself;
Pressed down and overflowing…
Pressed down and overflowing.
Amen
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Trinity,
Wholeness,
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Friday, October 20, 2006
Joy (emotional strength)
“This day is sacred to our Lord. Do not grieve, for the joy of the LORD is your strength." Nehemiah 8:9b
I pulled these words out of their context, which is not a recommended practice. However, I believe the heart of what Nehemiah stated here is a universally transferable truth. The joy of the Lord is your strength…
In my experience, there is a sense – maybe more than a sense… maybe it’s closer to an assurance – of “all-rightness” that seems to be related to the presence* of God. It is not always rational or even explainable; sometimes it is flatly counterintuitive. But it’s as though the Creator smiles, touches, communicates, “It’s going to be alright.”
Sometimes joy violates my sense of justice. I might attenuate my celebration of someone’s good fortune because it strikes me as dissonant to their choices. This embarrasses me; I’m committed to learning a better, more generous-hearted way.
Sometimes I abstain from joy because I don’t think it’s congruent with my circumstances. I recognize my ridiculousness in this, but can still be very stubborn about it. Joy isn’t a wage – it’s a gift. Once received, it enlivens and empowers the rest of life.
*God's Presence is a huge topic unto itself -- one I'm not up to tackling today...
Copyright Scott Burnett 2006
I pulled these words out of their context, which is not a recommended practice. However, I believe the heart of what Nehemiah stated here is a universally transferable truth. The joy of the Lord is your strength…
In my experience, there is a sense – maybe more than a sense… maybe it’s closer to an assurance – of “all-rightness” that seems to be related to the presence* of God. It is not always rational or even explainable; sometimes it is flatly counterintuitive. But it’s as though the Creator smiles, touches, communicates, “It’s going to be alright.”
Sometimes joy violates my sense of justice. I might attenuate my celebration of someone’s good fortune because it strikes me as dissonant to their choices. This embarrasses me; I’m committed to learning a better, more generous-hearted way.
Sometimes I abstain from joy because I don’t think it’s congruent with my circumstances. I recognize my ridiculousness in this, but can still be very stubborn about it. Joy isn’t a wage – it’s a gift. Once received, it enlivens and empowers the rest of life.
*God's Presence is a huge topic unto itself -- one I'm not up to tackling today...
Copyright Scott Burnett 2006
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
awful coffee and a Lorna Doone
Bleary-eyed and hours from home, struggling to stay awake... Awful coffee and a Lorna Doone cookie at the rest stop... Okay, I think I can make it for another chunk of miles.
Thank God for the Rotary and Kiwanis people who cheerfully host those simple oases.
Maybe that’s what weekly church services are for: offering simple, spiritual hospitality and helping souls stay awake to their faith journeys.
Thank God for the Rotary and Kiwanis people who cheerfully host those simple oases.
Maybe that’s what weekly church services are for: offering simple, spiritual hospitality and helping souls stay awake to their faith journeys.
Labels:
Church,
Encouragement,
Faith-Life,
Gift,
Hospitality,
Soul,
Spiritual
Saturday, April 22, 2006
innocence
The innocence we enjoy by way of ignorance is a gift given in secret. By its nature, it is invisible to its recipient.
Wisdom’s innocence, on the other hand, is heroically chosen in defiance of evidence that demands cynicism.
To know what life inevitably throws at us and yet choose to remain softhearted is the epitome of maturity. It is close to holiness.
Wisdom’s innocence, on the other hand, is heroically chosen in defiance of evidence that demands cynicism.
To know what life inevitably throws at us and yet choose to remain softhearted is the epitome of maturity. It is close to holiness.
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