Just another WordPress.com site

Archive for June, 2012


Today’s blogpost is just to say that I’ll be “offline” for a week as we head to the lake with our friends Dave and Lorna. I know that part of my rest will be working on new blogposts on the lovely dock out at High Lake. As for this moment, I am quite tired, but so grateful that I’ve been so richly resourced to make it through the school year. Stay tuned for more “wwgimd” moments and reflections!

Lyle and I in a leaky canoe at last year’s High Lake adventure! Hopefully no sinking boats this year!

Watching the Boats Pass By

Last Sunday I ran one leg of the Manitoba Marathon. Almost-five miles, that’s all it was. Myself and 4 dear friends each took a leg to make up the 26.2 miles. Cal came along to cheer and our friend Lorna was the driver, making sure each person got to their spot on time. 

This is my fourth time around for the marathon and this year I noticed a common theme from last year. Like last year, I found myself smiling the whole time and as I ran. When else do you get to run surrounded by cheers and the occasional bagpipe band?

I also noticed something else. Since this marathon is at the end of the school year, I found myself praying, like last year, thanking God for being with me and sustaining me all year.

Gratitude might seem like the most obvious thing in the world. Seen from a distance, it is always clear to me how generously God has provided for my every need. However, when I am neck deep in report cards, or endless lesson planning, or putting out the behavior fires that come up every day, it’s easy for me to get discouraged and forget.

Isn’t it like that for all of us? Don’t we all forget how rich we are when distracting troubles come our way? Troubles such as health, interpersonal problems, insecurities, frustrating situations at home or work, our own monkey mind… the list goes on. If you are like me, a pity party can start up pretty quickly. It’s like we start inhaling our troubles, over-identifying with them, all while forgetting the resources surrounding us.

One study group at Watershed is going through a book on contemplative prayer by Thomas Keating. Keating teaches a way of prayer called “centering prayer”. He has a great image that has helped many people when all these distractions come up.

Imagine a river with boats drifting along by on the surface. Imagine that you are sitting on the shore, watching. The river is your consciousness and the boats are all the random thoughts and problems that seem to spring up unwanted out of nowhere. Keating uses this image and says we are to just watch the boats go by without getting embroiled in them.

It’s ok to watch the boats go by, 

we just do not want to climb aboard and inspect the cargo.” 

This has been a helpful image for me in recent weeks. Taking a deep breath (or many deep breaths) is one of the best ways I know to pray wherever I am. Whatever I find myself getting caught up in, if I take a breath and remember it’s just a boat passing by, then I can pray for help not to climb aboard the boats. Then I can remember the great river I am actually part of, the one I’ll notice every year at the marathon relay as I remember all the ways God was with me during the year. (For a good, short article on this practice, check out this link.)

Despite these hectic year end days, I’ve found myself more reflective lately. Like the plentiful monarch eggs which we’ve been watching in my class since May (check out my class blog here to see pictures and videos!), I’ve been reminded of so many evidences of God.

  • I’ve seen God in the kind and generous people I work with, who always try to see the best in each other and in the children.
  • I’ve seen God at work in my fellow soul mates at Watershed: answered prayers, hope in the place of worry or despair, and people revived by the Great River that is God (who also practice not climbing aboard the boats).
  • I’ve seen God at work in the many times I’ve been encouraged and restored to sanity by the above people. (not to mention people I rarely or never see but who connect with me via the Internet – Mel, my top commenter on this blog, Karen Cook, my former student teacher, now a teacher herself and still a dear friend, Bill Howdle who writes another blog, to  mention just a few.
  • I’ve been encouraged many times by my mom and dad, and especially my dear dad as he writes back to me, always encouraging me and letting me know he’s a fellow pilgrim on this walk of faith. It means more to me than he knows. (Happy Father’s Day Dad)
  • I know I’ve said it lots, but this blog keeps me pondering the Great River. I write contemplatively with an eye to the bigger Story in these Internet pages, and it helps me immeasurably each week.
  • There are many community events that keep me grounded each week: Wednesday night studies, Sunday mornings, movie night, walks with friends – all events part of our faith community that keep me focused.

For all of you reading, my prayer is that you too will be steeped in awareness of God and whatever gives you life and hope and let the boats pass by without climbing aboard.

Outside and Inside

I was traveling in the car the other day, on one of my every-other-day trips these days to get milkweed to feed the many monarch caterpillars at school. 2012 has been a bountiful monarch spring in Winnipeg and I love sharing this miracle of nature with others. Thankfully, nature is providing ample milkweed to feed all the babies, and it has produced daily wonder in students and parents alike at school. (And it’s with delight that I see the parents sneaking into my class to look at the nature table, and transform into little kids as they check out the tadpoles and caterpillars.) It’s been a bit exhausting to feed them all, but it’s worth it.

Monarchs in the making

But I digress. On my way to the local wild milkweed patch, I was listening to one of my favorite CBC radio shows called Tapestry. I only caught 5 minutes of it on my drive, and I don’t even remember the topic, but something caught my ear and stayed with me all week. The person being interviewed said, “There’s an outside to life and an inside to life.”

For some reason “outside and inside” grabbed my attention and I wondered if I’d be musing on it for my blog topic. Like a loyal friend, it kept coming back to my attention all week, and I enjoyed watching it weave in and out of my awareness, pondering its significance.

Good thoughts are interesting that way. They truly are good friends. Left on their own, my thoughts stray infinitely, hooking on to endless worries and obsessions. The Buddhists call this “monkey mind”, with the brain scrambling around. Monkey mind can be tamed and maybe even healed through contemplation, which is what I received through the “outside/inside” thought thread.

I’ve noticed that I seem to become more at peace when I am living from the inside. Take an ordinary day for example. I have a pretty stressful job. If I live from the outside, then I begin living by outside circumstances and a “me first” and “comfort first” mentality. Whatever bumps come along in the day (and they usually do even before 9 am!) become exactly that – bumps that trip me up.

But if I am living from the inside, then everything is changed. Here I am not dependent on circumstances to make me happy or unhappy. It becomes more like I am choosing what to focus my attention on. Some days are easier than others. I might have various body aches, or things that are worrying or grieving me, but if I am choosing to focus on what I know to be true, then I begin to live from the inside rather than with these monkey-ish issues defining my day.

So what do I know to be true? The long answer to that question is to read any of my 40+ blogposts since May 2011. But the short answer is that God’s promises are true, promises such as: God will be with me and all of us, no matter what is happening on the outside. Like an endlessly creative artist using materials at hand as the medium, God will use whatever bumps in the day to form my character (especially if I’m not fighting it).

Promises such as God having infinite mercy and love for all of creation, even that which we’d consider hopeless and full of warts. There is nothing that God has not touched with boundless mercy and goodness.

Graffiti near my house (and I didn’t do it!)

Everything changes when I begin to live by capital T Truth. If I have this sense within me as I begin my day, then bumps are just that – bumps. I take deep breaths, say prayers throughout the day, and ask God continually not to take my circumstances away, but that I might gain wisdom and equanimity to meet them.

In this life, I know I am not alone in wondering why certain problems keep meeting us – not just personal circumstances such as health or relational snags, but societal problems like poverty and greed which create so much grief in the world. Sometimes it can all seem like too much and we wonder what on earth God is up to.

But I have been taught consistently over the years that God is everywhere, and that Love can reach deep down, even into the lowest hell. Having this outlook is probably the toughest truth to step into. We’d much rather worry and be angry, as if that gets us anywhere at all.

I woke up on Tuesday of this week with a sharp headache. I pretty much bank on once a month headaches, but this one was only 2 weeks after the last one. “Another curveball?!!!” I moaned in desperation. “Doesn’t God know that my plate is already full enough?”

It took a day until I realized I was living with a fist clenched against God. What happened to me following the One who promised, “Lo I am with you always”? My prayers felt like they were hitting the ceiling the next morning, but I confessed my lack of trust and started living from the inside again. “God, I really don’t get what You’re up to here. I’d rather have health, but You know me so much better than I know myself. Give me patience and form my character in Your wisdom.”

It doesn’t sound like much perhaps, but this giving up helped a lot as the inner storm took its course. It was like I switched my mind’s eye from circumstances to God’s promises. Sure I didn’t feel great, but more important, in a deeper sense I remembered that I am God’s daughter, loved and provided for. I’m really pretty bad at living this way, but inch by inch, God keeps calling me back, which is a miracle in itself.

The caterpillars go through 5 skin sheddings (called instars) before they transform into a chrysalis. Each time, they crawl off to a secluded place in the cage and hang out for a day. I’ve learned not to see this as illness, but as a short retreat before they shed a skin that’s gotten too tight for their growing bodies. In a bizarre twist, they even go back and eat the shed skin, knowing that it contains nutrition.

Maybe that’s what we’re all up to as we shed these earthly worries and cares. Maybe it’s what scripture means when it says, “Cast all your cares on God, for He cares for you.” (1 Peter 5:7)

After all, it’s what transformation is all about.



Never Alone

Reading great picture books is one of the best parts of teaching young kids. It was hands down the best part of raising Joel as well.

When it comes to story time, all teachers have their favorite books. One of mine is called Vasilisa the Beautiful.  It is a story from Russian folklore and features Baba Yaga, the fearsome witch with iron teeth. She is also known as Baba Yaga Boney Legs, because, despite eating with a ferocious appetite, she is as skinny as a skeleton. Descriptions of her are endless, but my favorite is that she lives in a hut that is alive, with chicken legs that move it about and windows that serve as eyes. I love reading about Baba Yaga because all of us, especially kids, have things that scare us. I’m a big believer in letting stories be therapy for us.

Vasilisa the Beautiful is one of the many books out there about Baba Yaga, and it came to mind this week as I decided on my own story for this week’s blog. In the story, Vasilisa had been sent to die in Baba Yaga’s forest by her two evil stepsisters who are jealous of Vasilisa’s beauty. Baba Yaga tells Vasilisa that she will be eaten by morning unless she does the impossible – clean the yard, sweep the hut, cook the supper, wash the linen and sort out the wheat seed by seed, taking out the black bits.

Vasilisa is devastated and completely in despair, but she is not without a resource. Before her mother had died, she had blessed Vasilisa and given her the gift of a doll. She was to always keep the doll with her and never show it to anyone. “If anything bad happens to you, just give the doll something to eat and ask her advice.” And with that, the mother died.

As she had done since then, Vasilisa took the doll out of her pocket and poured out her heart. “Dear little doll, please help me. Baba-Yaga has given me a hard task to do and she threatens to eat me up if I do not do it.”  The doll answered, “Don’t be afraid, Vasilisa the Beautiful! Just eat your supper and go to bed. Mornings are wiser than evenings.”

I am tempted to retell the whole story, but suffice to say that each night the doll gives wise advice and then performs each impossible task for Vasilisa. In the end, goodness and kindness wins the day over evil.

It is the doll that came to mind this week. I’ve often thought of Vasilisa’s doll as a good description of God’s guidance. I’ve seen God so clearly lately in my faithful friends who kept giving me guidance and saw me through a tough time. They didn’t give me platitudes, but gave real help which guided me like a ship is guided by a tiny rudder. My heart has been so overflowing with gratitude towards them that I just had to write.

My Watershed community, but especially Paul, Bev and Lyle never turned away from my emails or conversations and replied with wisdom and help. Here’s some of the wisdom they gave me in recent weeks:

  • You are not alone.
  • We love you for who you are in God’s eyes.
  • Pray a lot and remember to bring us along.
  • Stick to your decision and don’t feel guilty.
  • Give your situation over to God.
  • Instead of worrying about it, tend your spirituality through writing contemplatively, reading scripture and resting in God and community.
  • We are praying for you (1000 reminders)
  • Everything will be all right.

There are many ways of being rich – wealth, health, talent – but I feel I am rich in the best way possible. I am rich in friendship of the “anam cara” kind – soul friends who encourage my walk with God, have my best interests at heart and love me warts and all.

Vasilisa is told to feed the doll before she asks for advice, and this is an interesting part of the story. How can I feed God? Reflecting on it, I realize that we do indeed feed God, as strange as it sounds. To me this is following the guidance of my friends – praying, trusting God, tending God’s world through writing, reading and resting in community.

Just as Vasilisa kept the doll in her pocket, I keep these friends in my heart always. God has somehow seen fit to show me mercy upon mercy in this lifetime and I am so grateful. For anyone reading this, I know that God’s wisdom does not stop here – it is there for you too. Like scripture says, “Ask and you will receive. Search and you will find. Knock and the door will be opened.” (Matthew 7:7)

House of Healing

I’ve only read The Hobbit and the first Tolkien book in the Lord of the Rings trilogy, but one typical scene stands out in my memory. Even though Bilbo and his crew go through desperate situations where they’re always almost getting killed, they are always given a time of respite. Miraculously, they come or are brought to the houses of healing, places of rest where the pressures let up and they are healed of the ravages that their mission has made on them. It’s not just their physical strength that returns, but also their vision for the journey is rekindled.

“It was not long before Gandalf himself came in search of them.” -Tolkien in The Return of the King

This is what came to mind last Sunday night when our house church received a visitor from the States. A few months ago, our pastor began to pray that we’d be able to connect with other house churches. We are an independent house church and know that there are increasingly more house churches out there.

At the same time, Dan Wolpert began praying the same thing. He is a Presbyterian minister of a congregation of about 120 people in small town Crookston, Minnesota. Dan is also the co-founder of a retreat centre called MICAH (Minnesota Institute of Contemplation and Healing), in the countryside just outside of Crookston. Dan found our website, Paul and Dan began corresponding and phoning, and soon he decided to come pay us a visit.

One of the things Watershed loves to do is eat together, so as usual we organized a pot luck with awesome food. Rain forced us indoors, but it didn’t dampen our spirits as we began to visit with Dan. We found a laid back guy who shared with us his journey of coming to faith.

Dan WolpertIt’s amazing to me how God finds people.  As a young man, Dan wanted to go to Alaska. While on his way there, he had a vision which changed his life. He was not a Christian at the time, but looking out of the airplane at the landscape and experiencing a  deep sense of inner peace and contemplation, he heard a voice which said “This is what I want you to do.” Through a long journey, he was led to first Buddhism and then Christianity, where he began to practice contemplation.

What is contemplation? MICAH’s website offers a great definition – it is simply a deep conversation with God. Jesus himself goes off to pray, sometimes alone and sometimes with others. He often refers to this as abiding in the vine, a metaphorical way of saying that he’s connected to God so strongly that if he didn’t have this connection, he wither like a leaf away cut off from the vine.

Through his experiences and deepening sense of God’s call in his life, Dan was led to the ministry. His church offers daily times of prayer for the congregation. Though on most days only the staff show up, Dan is unshaken in his vision of the importance of prayer for our lives.

What struck me about our conversation was the world that Dan was talking about. Most people live in the outer world – raising families, going to work and managing in the physical world. This world can sometimes sustain us with meaningful encounters, but my experience has shown that people get bitten by the bug of anxieties and worries of every kind. We worry about money, our kids, our relationships, our marriages, balancing work and home, getting everything done…and the list goes on and on. This worry makes our worlds get smaller. Like Bilbo and his crew, the dangers of life catch up with us and we lose our vision. “All of us,” says the MICAH website, “to some degree need mending.”

Dan talked to us about the inner world of the Spirit and living with God in our hearts. The Bible calls this inner reality of God the “Kingdom of God”. I always think of that story in the Bible where a huge crowd gathered to listen to Jesus and it was time for lunch. No one had any food except for one boy who had 5 loaves of bread and 2 fish. He offered this paltry meal for 2 to Jesus and it turned into a meal for 5000 people, with lots of leftovers. God’s kingdom is like that. There’s always more than enough meaning, guidance and love to get us through and trump the outer world worries.

Dan shared the example of when he first began to pastor the church 12 years ago, and how a needed $400 vacuum cleaner purchase turned into an hours long discussion. In the end, the church board only offered $150 and Dan found the rest of the money to buy the good cleaner. The church had been guided by outer world worries.

God’s abundant universe began to change people’s lives as the church began to practice prayer and contemplation. Recently they needed to make a $55,000 furnace upgrade. The conversation took 5 minutes and the purchase was made. A vision of God’s universe had healed people’s anxieties. Like the miracle of the feeding of the 5000, we begin to see things differently when God’s providence heals us.

I felt like I was in Tolkien’s house of healing as I listened to Dan along with my community. I think I’ve been living in the outer world again lately. The meltdown I described in last week’s blog made me realize that. Jesus also describes God’s kingdom like a garden, where weeds can easily overtake us. Weedy anxieties had begun to dominate and I didn’t even know it until I listened to Dan. “This is what I want to live for,” I remembered. A deeper conversation with God and my community was rekindled as I remembered that I wanted to let God sew seeds of trust and abundance in my life.

When I shared this with Lyle, he was quick to agree and said that we all forget our focus. We all need our vision readjusted at times. I have been grateful all week for our conversation that evening.

Tag Cloud