Lenten Meditation: Lead Those With Young

And gently lead those that are with young.
Isaiah 40:11

Parents of young children deserve special compassion from the rest of us.  I remember what it was like to juggle two crying children under the age of three at a grocery store.   One particularly stressful afternoon, I left a full cart in the middle of an aisle, picked up both overly tired screaming boys in my arms and headed to the car, too exasperated and embarrassed to continue shopping.   I was badly in need of a dose of gentleness that day.  When I see a mom in that predicament at the grocery store now, I offer whatever help she may need at the moment, because I remember what it was like.   It is my responsibility to help those who are responsible for children.

Instead of it taking a village to raise a child, it is my experience that a church family is a safer bet.  As we hunted for a church home with our two young boys, it was important to see which church made them feel just as welcome as their parents.  Some worship services discouraged the inclusion of young children in the sanctuary, shuttling them to nursery or classes instead.  I loved what I saw at the little church we eventually joined:  young children were part of the regular worship, learning to sit quietly, sometimes with surrogate grandparents equipped with colored pencils and paper to draw pictures.  There was a collaborative sense of devotion to the nurturing of each child in the church, through support of their parents, even if that meant being tolerant of the occasional rowdy toddler.

Now that my children are grown, I can be part of the lives of the dozens of younger children who are coming behind them.  I love knowing these children trust me enough to come to my arms when they need comforting, and will sit with me during worship, or draw me a special picture.   I enjoy playing piano for their Sunday School singing time, hearing them sing the same songs my children learned twenty years ago and that I learned over fifty years ago.

In gratitude to the shepherds who lead those who raise children,  the continuity of your gentle nurture is deeply appreciated~~

Lenten Meditation: Carried Close to the Heart

Homeward Bound sculpture by Allan Houser commissioned by Heifer International, Arkansas

He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart
Isaiah 40:11

I was blessed with three cuddly babies.  Each settled right into the crook of my arm, snuggling into my breast, sleeping soundly with my heartbeat echoing in their ear.  In fact, they were so comfortable it rarely worked to easily separate from them,  trying to slowly, carefully, imperceptibly lower them into their crib without their awakening.  Many quiet hours were spent rocking with them gathered close, comforting me as I comforted them.

Not every baby cuddles so contentedly.  When picked up, they become all arms and legs and arching back, grimacing and howling as they try to wiggle away, with no goal other than seeking perceived freedom.   Struggling their way out of snuggling.   Instead of comfort, it is perceived as confinement, restraint instead of respite.

There was a time, years ago, when I too was restless and uneasy about being gathered up and held close.  I wanted to go my own way, pursue a different path,  independent and rebellious.  I’m astonished to this day that I was missed,  sought out, picked up and gently carried back home.

Now I know there is no greater freedom than what is found within those arms, next to that heart.

Lenten Meditation: Feed His Flock


A Shepherd and His Flock --Julien Dupre

He shall feed his flock like a shepherd
Isaiah 40:11

Lonely business, shepherding.  Unless you happen to like the company of dozens of sheep and their doggy guards.  Then it becomes just the right kind of fellowship–though a bit vocal, maybe somewhat wayward, with a tendency to decide their own path unless constantly supervised and guided.   It really is a labor of love.

There is one truth about sheep:  if there is meadow to graze and they sense safety in numbers with their protectors near, they are pretty content.

I’m definitely more sheep than shepherd, hungry to be fed and happy to keep my nose down in the pasture, very glad to be part of a larger body, though at times still skittish enough to make a run for it on my own if I lose my bearings.   Then the shepherd has to haul me back into the flock again, reminding me where I belong, and from where my sustenance comes.  Alone, on my own, I’m coyote fodder.

Might I gradually become more shepherd than sheep someday?   Becoming more caretaker than cared over, to feed others rather than be fed?

I won’t think of it as labor, but rather it would be a gift of love.

Lenten Meditation: Open Unstop Leap Shout

photo by Josh Scholten http://www.cascadecompass.com

Then will the eyes of the blind be opened
and the ears of the deaf unstopped.
Then will the lame leap like a deer,
and the mute tongue shout for joy.
Isaiah 35:5-6

The miracles are documented for those of us who were not there to witness them.  A touch of saliva to eyes and tongue, fingers placed in ears, words that gave new life to paralyzed limbs.   As a physician who has worked with many tools in healing over thirty years, I know the power of spoken words, or the comforting touch.  But there is nothing I can do with those simple means that can reverse the irreversible.  Of course many medical “miracles” happen every day in the 21st century,  but it takes far more than the spit and words of the 1st century to make them happen.   Far far more.

These ancient miracles took place when an open heart met mercy head on.   No surgery required, no expensive medications, no magnetic imaging.   In comparison to the skills of the ultimate Physician, I’m humbled by my obvious limitations.  I myself am a blind, deaf, dumb and lame healer, completely immobilized until I undergo a open heart procedure myself.

Only then can I be unstoppable, as I leap and shout for joy.

 

Lenten Meditation: Shall Speak Peace

photo by Josh Scholten http://www.cascadecompass.com

He shall speak peace to the nations.
Zechariah 9:10

When there is much discord, relentless posturing by the powerful, oppression of the people as their leaders battle–

He shall speak peace

When there are disasters on a scale beyond comprehension, suffering children and the aged and everyone in between, with ongoing uncertainty–

He shall speak peace

When there is escalating joblessness, failing businesses, mounting debt–

He shall speak peace

When we toss in our sleep, restless and anxious about tomorrow–

He brings us peace.

Lenten Meditation: Sore Afraid

photo by Josh Scholten http://www.cascadecompass.com

And the glory of the Lord shone round about them
and they were sore afraid.  Luke 2:9

Aching in fear.  Viscerally overwhelmed and stricken. Terrified.

There is nothing subtle about glory.  No mere curiosity, no “hey take a look at that!”

It surrounds, consumes and transforms.   It shakes to the core.

Nothing can be the same again.  We will not be the same again.

And the first thing we hear:  Do not fear.

This is as it should be.

So fear not.  It is fear that hurts the most.

Lenten Meditation: Keeping Watch

photo by Josh Scholten http://www.cascadecompass.com

There were shepherds abiding in the field,
keeping watch over their flocks by night.
Luke 2:8

These were shepherds doing their job, protecting their flocks, tending to the sheeps’ well being and safety, making sure they were all accounted for.  It is what good shepherds do best: keep watch even when it may be hazardous, especially when there is cover of darkness to conceal potential danger.   These simple people stayed vigilant and,  as a result,  did not miss heaven’s grandest announcement.   They were ready.

Over three decades later, a small group of disciples,  shepherds of a different type of flock,  were asked to keep watch one night in a garden of olive trees.  They were to stay awake on behalf of the Lamb,  but, in their weakness, could not even manage to do that.  Instead they slept,  untroubled and oblivious.

Now thousands of years later I sleep fitfully, knowing I too must keep watch, even if I am afraid of the dark, even if I’m tired and would rather sleep, even if I’m certain I’m not the one meant for the job.

It is not up to me to decide.

I will keep watch and be ready when the heavens sing.


Lenten Meditation: A Wonderful Mighty Everlasting Peace

waterfall by Josh Scholten http://www.cascadecompass.com

His name shall be called
Wonderful Counselor, the Mighty God,
the Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace.
Isaiah 9:6

Like most people, I am known by a few labels.  Wife, mother, sister, farmer, barn cleaner, gardener, teacher, musician, director, physician–none come close to what is described in Isaiah 9.   I’m never mighty, hardly everlasting, have to work very hard on wonderful and peace rarely rises in my wake.

How do we find the combination of all these attributes in one person?

It’s God.  That is no surprise.  He’s God and I’m most definitely not.

And there is a wonderful mighty everlasting peace because He is.

Lenten Meditation–On His Shoulders

Sculpture from Dam Garden, Amsterdam

For to us a child is born,
to us a son is given,
and the government will be on his shoulders.
Isaiah 9:6

Much faith, hope and trust has been placed in governments through the centuries, whether ruled by kings and queens, presidents or prime ministers, emperors or premiers. There is a longing of the people to serve and be served by the good will of leaders looking out for the people’s best interest.   Rarely does the reality match the hoped-for dream.

Government recently has been taking some hard hits.  Within the span of a week, Egypt lost its leader to the will of the people sustained by sheer numbers and media influence.  Similar opposition has risen up in a cluster of Middle East and North African countries.  A vicious battle is being angrily waged between opposition and military forces in Libya.   A divisive U.S. argues on about the issues of individual vs. states’ rights in response to federal dictates.  The vulnerability of Japan is obvious in its government’s struggle to react to extraordinary natural forces, imprudent decision making and a desire to soothe anxious hearts and minds with vague information.

No government has the power to sustain the people forever as there will always come ever greater challenges, more immense tragedies, leaner economics, never ending dissent, and flawed human leaders.

So the concept of the gift of a child bearing the government on his shoulders seems truly ludicrous.  If the strongest government can’t last despite wealth and power and might, how can it be borne up by one individual?

Because there is nothing stronger than love.  And never will be again.

Forever more.

Lenten Meditation: A Great Light

Moonrise by Josh Scholten http://www.cascadecompass.com

The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned.
Isaiah 9:2

How often do I walk in total darkness?   As little as possible. It is petrifying to try to find one’s way around when the power goes out on a moonless stormy night, trying to find where the candles are stored, or the flashlight that isn’t where it is supposed to be.  Toes get stubbed, knees get bruised, heads get bonked.  It is a feeling of complete vulnerability to navigate without light.

The darkest place I remember being was in Lewis and Clark Caverns in Montana when we took a walking tour when I was eight years old.  Part of the tour was walking to a deep part of the cavern and the tour guide turned off the lights.  There is nothing so dark as being underground where there is no sun, no moon, no stars.  You can’t see your hand right in front of your face.  It is what the blind experience day and night, but one minute of it was much too long for me.  My gratitude was immense when the lights came back on.

And so I long for the light to illuminate the dark pathways of life, to plunge the shadow of death into the dawn.   The light will rise, bringing me with it.