The steady rhythm

The rain poured down on my way to work this morning. Even at their full speed, the wipers could barely keep up. The cars ahead blurred for a second before the wipers swept the windshield clear again. I traveled to the steady beat of the wiper blades, sweep...sweep...sweep.

As we move through life, our way is so often clouded by our assumptions about the past and our anxieties about the future. We need to come back to God, over and over again, for a brief moment of peace. Then our eyes are cleared enough that we can safely move forward.

I treasure our shared confession and the reassurance that we are forgiven. For a moment, all uncertainties are swept away, and I can see the truth of God's unchanging love. I depend on this weekly rhythm to keep my path clear.

A lot of growing

My kids are big fans of Jan Van Leeuwen's stories about Oliver Pig and his little sister Amanda. In one of the first stories, Oliver plants a squash seed in his father's garden. He waters it and shades it and weeds it, and finally a little sprout comes up and produces a tiny baby squash. "Can we pick it now?" Oliver asks. "Not yet," his father says. "This is a lot of waiting!" Oliver complains. "Well," his father answers, "it is a lot of growing."

This is a simpler way of saying what Pierre Teihard de Chardin wrote: "Above all, trust in the slow work of God....Your ideas mature gradually - let them grow, let them shape themselves, without undue haste. Don't try to force them on, as though you could be today what time (that is to say, grace and circumstances acting on your own good will) will make you tomorrow. Only God could say what this new spirit gradually forming within you will be. Give our Lord the benefit of believing that his hand is leading you, and accept the anxiety of feeling yourself in suspense and incomplete."

Our true face

"But Mom," Carrie says, "I'm not the kind of person who would do this." In this scene from Ann Packer's novel The Dive from Clausen's Pier, Carrie has abruptly left her hometown of Madison, Wisconsin, and moved to New York without telling her parents where she was. Worse, she has left Michael, her high-school sweetheart and fiance, who was recently paralyzed. On the other end of the phone line, Carrie's mother listens to her and then gently says, "You did leave us. So you are exactly the kind of person who would do this."

Carrie's mother wants her to let go of her ideal self and acknowledge her real needs and desires. Even before the accident, she was pretending to be closer to Michael than she was in order to preserve the image of the perfect couple. She was settling down in Madison, without even asking herself what she wanted to do with her life. Her actions, much more than her ideas about herself, showed who she really needed to be.

Jesus teaches us that, if we follow him, we will know the truth, and the truth will set us free. He invites us to look at our lives, at our actual choices, and see clearly who we are. Only then we can begin to discover who God is calling us to be.

Laying the burden down

In a classic Buddhist story, an experienced monk and a novice are walking down a muddy road. They hear a voice yelling insults, and turn to see a rich young woman sitting in a sedan chair across the road. She is berating her servants because she cannot get down to cross the road without ruining her fine silk dress and her fancy shoes. The servants can't help because their hands are already full with her packages. The older monk crosses the road, takes the woman on his back, and carries her across the road. When she gets down, she shoves past him into a merchant's store without a word. As the monks continue their journey, the younger one seethes in silence. Finally, after several hours of walking, he bursts out: "Why did you bother to help that rude woman? She didn't even thank you!" The older monk turns to him and answers, "I put her down back at the side of the road. Why are you still carrying her?"

Is there someone or something that you're still carrying around? What might happen if you asked God to help you put it down?

Preparing to fly

The Winter Olympics are all about the dazzling leaps into the frosty air. At least that's how it seems to someone like me, who has never tried snow sports. As we've tuned into Vancouver this week, I've been impressed by how much work goes into setting up for the big tricks. I watch in awe as the commentators show us how the exact placement of a ski or board or skate changes the athlete's speed and balance and makes the difference between a gorgeous flip and a clumsy sprawl on the ground.

The mystery of Easter has all the thrill of lifting off the ground and twirling through the air. This celebration of our new life with God is coming, just the other side of muddy March. And how we prepare for it, how we place our feet on this downhill run of a season, will make a difference. The question is not whether it will come - we do not need to earn this grace or make it happen. The question is whether we will be ready to receive it, whether our hearts will be in the right place to truly feel Christ rising in us.

Taking your God for a Walk

When we talk about observing Lent, people usually think first of giving something up. They assume that Lent means no sweets, no alcohol, or some other sacrifice of a pleasant or comfortable habit. These practices are certainly valuable if they help you remember your connection to God. Every time you reach for the same old thing and stop, you are making a choice to find your comfort and joy in God instead.

Another way to observe Lent is to find some small way to spend more time with God, some daily moment of prayer that enriches your faith. The wonderful thing is that you don't have to go hunting for God, like a friend you hesitate to bother because they're always so busy. God is always ready, always available, always overjoyed to spend time with you. All it takes is for us to decide to be with God. We just need to get out of bed, turn off the constant media chatter, step away from the to-do list, and stop for a moment. We don't even have to say anything to God. We can just sit, or walk, or breathe together. If you're not one for silence, you could listen to music with God, or feel God's presence with you when you take the time to talk to someone who could use a friend. Whatever it looks like for you, a simple moment out of the day is more than enough to grow closer to God.

Touching the ground

Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.

There is so much power in these simple words. They take us deep into the earth or our faith, uncovering layers and layers of meaning.
As I reflect on them this Ash Wednesday, I find myself drawn to a story about Jesus and dust from the Gospel of John. A woman is caught in adultery. The religious leaders bring her before Jesus to test his rigor. They want him to judge her harshly: "In the law Moses commanded us to stone such woman. What do you say?"

And for a moment, Jesus doesn't say anything at all. He just bends down and writes in the dust on the ground. Then he stands up and says, "Let anyone who is among you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her." And he bends down again to continue writing in the dust.

What is he doing here, as he pauses to place his hands in the earth? I think he is touching the common ground of our humanity. He is placing his hands in the truth that we are all mortal, all imperfect, and yet all children of God. He is merciful to the woman because she is no different than the rest of us. She made a mistake, which is another way of saying she was a human being.

This is the great privilege of Ash Wednesday, to touch your forehead with the dust of the earth. With this cross of ash, I tell you: you are human and you are loved.