Welcome to Lent!

"How will I find ways to return to God with all my heart?" Today is Ash Wednesday, which marks the beginning of Lent, the period of preparation for our remembrance of Christ's death and celebration of his resurrection on Easter. The question above is what Ruth Haley Barton says is the real question of Lent, rather than a surface-level, "What did you give up?"

I've found that the more fully we can enter into traditional Christian practices such as observing Lent, and do so with their context and meaning in mind, the richer times they are for all of us. Ruth does a great job of setting the stage for us in her post today, "Lent: An Invitation to Return to God." Lent will be off to a solid start for anyone who can read and reflect on what she says there, and hopefully also participate in an Ash Wednesday observance somewhere today.

And by the way, if you're giving up something for Lent, good. Do it in the frame of mind described by Ruth in her article. Do not take the approach one of my friends took several years ago of doing something that actually ends up being harmful to those around you: my friend gave up breath mints! Please, for the love of God and all of the rest of us, find an option that reconnects you to God and also keeps your breath fresh.

To read Ruth's post, click the link above or go here.

Why You Should Waste Some Time Today

[This is one of the posts telling a story from the life of my Dad. Click here to see the others.] When I graduated from high school, I had the idea that it would be fun for the my Dad and me to make the six-hour drive to the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex and go to a Texas Rangers baseball game together. Their new ballpark had just opened and he’d never been to a big league game, so we went. He and I drove there in his pickup the day of the game, watched it, stayed the night in a hotel, drove back the next day, and I don’t think we said more than 150 words on the whole trip. And for the rest of his life we still mentioned how much we enjoyed it!

You are likely not as quiet as my Dad and I, but I think you can understand something of this aspect of a relationship between people. There comes a point in getting to know someone when you can enjoy just being together rather than having to get acquainted through small talk and other conversation. Sure, words are still fine and are often used, but there is also a trust and comfort that is uniquely expressed without them.

Brennan Manning says, “Simply showing up is a kind of loving. The readiness to conscientiously waste time with a friend is a silent affirmation of their importance in our lives.”(1) That is a great description of one way of praying (without words): “conscientiously wasting time with a friend to affirm their importance in our lives.”

I had been a Christian for quite a while before I ever realized the truth of this in my relationship with God. It occurred to me, “If I cannot enjoy just being with God, without having to fill the time with words or other things, what does that say about how close we are? How can I even really describe it as a relationship, much less an ‘intimate personal relationship’ like we often say, if I will so easily come up with any tool or excuse available to avoid just being with God?”

Dallas Willard describes this bluntly. He says, “Silence is frightening because it strips us as nothing else does, throwing us upon the stark realities of our life. It reminds us of death, which will cut us off from this world and leave only us and God. And in that quiet, what if there turns out to be very little to ‘just us and God’? Think of what it says about the emptiness of our inner lives if we must always turn on the tape player or radio to make sure something is happening around us.”(2)

Enjoying being with God without having to use words is such an important part of the spiritual life, because it is during this time when that “something between just me and God” is given a chance to grow and develop. It is the time when what we so often call a relationship with God can come to consist of the two of us actually enjoying being together.

Albert Haase recounts a great story of a 19th century parish priest in France. One of the first things the priest noticed after coming to town was a certain villager who never passed the church without entering. He would enter the church in the morning on the way to work and again on his return home in the evening, leaving his pickaxe at the door. The priest also noticed that the villager never prayed with rosary beads or a prayer book, so he once asked the man what he said to God during his long visits in the church. The man answered, “Oh, I don’t say anything to God... I look at God and God looks at me.”(3)

I want to know God in that kind of way.

(1) Brennan Manning, The Signature of Jesus, p. 205.(2) Dallas Willard, The Spirit of the Disciplines, p. 163.(3) Albert Haase, Coming Home to Your True Self, pp. 88-89.

Book Review: A Pocket Guide to Prayer by Steve Harper

 

A very meaningful practice for me over the past year and a half has been fixed-hour prayer (which is called by different names in different traditions, such as the daily office or praying the hours). I had been part of communities who practiced fixed-hour prayer together in the past, and really enjoyed it even though I didn't have any idea what we were doing. My real introduction to the practice came as part of my participation in the Transforming Community with Ruth Haley Barton.

For thousands of years, seekers of God have shared in the practice of praying at particular times of the day, as described in Psalm 55:17: "Evening, morning, and noon I cry out in distress, and he hears my voice." (Also see other passages such as Psalm 119:164, Daniel 6:10, Acts 3:1, and Acts 10:9). This rhythm of prayer was central in the practice of ancient Judaism, which means it is almost certainly a way of praying practiced by Jesus and his earliest disciples.

Although many evangelical Christians today are as unfamiliar with the practice as I was for so long, thankfully there are very helpful resources available to help us rediscover it today, so that we too can share together in the sacred rhythm and words of prayer with an innumerable community of God's people through the centuries, even including Christ himself.

A recent addition to these resources, and perhaps one of the most accessible, is A Pocket Guide to Prayer by Steve Harper.

In a very small volume, Harper provides a guide to prayer for five times of the day: upon awakening, morning, noontime, evening, and at bedtime, and the guide provides readings for one month. As is universal in these Christian guides to fixed-hour prayer, the person praying will be led through praying the Psalms, the Lord's Prayer, times of silence, and a reflective reading of the scriptures. This manual also includes the texts of hymns and readings of classic Christian literature for each day of the month.

The book's organization is simple and very usable, but the most helpful thing about it is its size. I'll admit that I have larger than average hands, but this should help you get an understanding of how very "totable" the book is:

Perhaps the most widely used contemporary guide to fixed-hour prayer is the excellent Divine Hours series by Phyllis Tickle. I used these for my first year of this practice, before settling into the Book of Common Prayer this year. As great as the Divine Hours manuals are, their disadvantage is their size. I've put Harper's Pocket Guide next to one of the three volumes of Divine Hours required to get through a year:

It can be a powerful thing for us to incorporate this way of regular praying into our lives, particularly when we realize the community of folks around the world in our own day and through centuries past who have prayed the same words, at the same times, in the same ways. If you are interested in exploring fixed-hour prayer for the first time, or if you have practiced it for years but could use a more mobile guide, this little book is a great resource for us.

(And if you would like to learn more of the history and context of this way of praying, read Praying With the Church by Scot McKnight, which was part of our reading in the Transforming Community. The TC introduced me to the practice; McKnight's book led me to love it and make it a central part of how I seek to grow my friendship with God.)

Why Pickup Trucks Are Good for My Soul

[This is one of the posts telling a story from the life of my Dad. Click here to see the others.] One of the earliest memories I have with my Dad is of climbing up on top of the cab of his truck, then climbing through his open driver's-side window down into the seat. I called the move "my Dukes of Hazzard," and I remember being fairly proud of my ability to execute it (without having been able to attribute my success at the move to my ridiculously long 4 or 5 year old legs; I thought it was because I was just like Bo and Luke Duke).

Even now as a parent trying to imagine my little boy doing that, I'm still pretty impressed by my old skills (and I'm very humble about them, too, which also impresses me). I can remember doing my Dukes move successfully lots of times- and failing at it once.

My clearest memory of my Dukes of Hazzard is the time that it didn't work, and as far as I know, the last time that I attempted it. As I remember it, in mid-Dukes move, I saw my Granddad a short ways away getting into his truck and decided to wave at him. Not quite yet understanding the physics involved in executing my Dukes, I didn't stop to think about the important role that my hands played in getting me safely from sitting on top of Dad's truck down into the cab. But I came to fully believe in their role shortly thereafter as my attempt to wave at Granddad sent me falling to the ground, hitting my head, and getting a trip to the ER.

I don't remember much of anything specific that Dad said or did that day. (Actually I'm not sure that this memory is reliable at all, considering the head injury.) But I think that I remember the incident fondly just because there are lots of memories of days with him in that same spot on the ranch. Some of them are from when I was still young enough to stand up on the seat in Dad's truck and not hit my head on the roof, and plenty of memories of being with him in his truck at the ranch as I grew closer to being 6'7", at which height I definitely cannot stand up inside a truck.

I guess it's not this way for everyone, but I just can't fathom life without having grown up with a Dad and a pickup truck. His truck was our mobile place of spending time together. And since the huge majority of the time I was able to avoid falling out of the truck and hitting my head, something about riding in a truck at least a half hour away from any city will always be good for my soul.

(I have friends who live in places like New Jersey, where apparently almost no one drives a truck. How do you people get by? What do you do when you have to haul something? Where do you sit and swing your feet if you don't have a tailgate?)

Two Good Questions Combined Into One

Who do I want to be?How do I want to live? How do I want to live, so that I can be who I want to be?

Over the past two years I have had the opportunity to participate with a group of other folks from various places and walks of life in quarterly retreats as part of a Transforming Community, led by Ruth Haley Barton and the Transforming Center. It has been a tremendously valuable experience for me, and this is part of the reason why:

It is a sad irony when, for any of a variety of reasons, people lose a sense of closeness to Christ because of their heavy involvement in doing things for Christ. Certainly these two do not have to be at odds with each other, but... it happens way too often. I was experiencing that a couple of years ago when I met Ruth and she encouraged me to be a part of the Transforming Community with her and a group of others. For me, there were many benefits to being part of this experience, but I think the greatest one was that it gave me permission to live my life in the way that I deeply wanted to live it, but at the time felt like I couldn't afford to.

Participating in the Transforming Community involved making a commitment to regular rhythms of things such as time in solitude and silence, engaging spiritual friends and others in relationships that help us grow, reading the scriptures in a way that allows us to be shaped and changed by their message, and others. These were all things that I had experienced at some point, but for which I had long felt a constant (although dull and shoved under the surface) longing to make major components of my lifestyle.

Among the tricks we often play on ourselves is the idea which the Transforming Community helped to dispel in me that it is someone/something else's fault that I am not living my life in the way that I truly desire to live it. Perhaps we lay the blame on our jobs, or relatives, our boss, or just some particular circumstance of our lives. But reality is that our lives are our lives, and one of the most important parts of making them spiritual lives is taking the responsibility to arrange them in ways that allow the kind of life we want to live to become a reality.

Since busyness has come to be so closely associated with responsibility and importance in our culture, the most common reason that we feel we are not living like we want is because of our sense that we have too much to do. While it is true that many of us have done away with any margin in our lives and are living beyond our limits, we do not have to buy into the lie that this is inevitable. As Dallas Willard says, "God never gives anyone too much to do. We do that to ourselves or allow others to do it to us" (from his article, "Personal Soul Care").

So who do you want to be? How do you want to live? How do you want to live so that you can be who you want to be?

I'm looking forward to the next few months of experimenting with seeking to further my own answers to these questions, as my church has given me an unbelievably generous offer of a three month Sabbatical leave in order to deal with recent circumstances of life and ministry. Obviously most of life is not lived as a Sabbatical, but I am hoping during this time to discover more of the life that I want so badly, to do as the header of this blog says, to take hold of that "SalvationLife," the life that really is life.

Completely Unhelpful Things to Say to Someone in Grief, Part 3

[This is part of a series of posts on completely unhelpful things to say to someone in grief. See the others here.] Nothing.

Even though my default option of what to say to someone in grief has always been this one, of saying nothing at all to them, I've come to believe that it's just as unhelpful as the things in the previous two posts (see Part 1 and Part 2).

Saying nothing is certainly understandable, because we're so afraid of saying the wrong thing. We understand that when someone is in grief, no one- including themselves- knows exactly what might open the floodgates of emotion that they're likely fighting to hold back. (Is it just coincidence that no one has said anything to me about Spam sandwiches since I recently posted this? Okay, it probably is. I can't really think of a time when anyone has ever said anything to me about Spam sandwiches.)

My reasoning when I have chosen to say nothing to someone in grief usually goes like this:

  • As mentioned above, I don't want to unknowingly say the thing that might open the floodgates for them, so it's a safer option to say nothing.
  • Plus, they very likely want their space right now in their time of grief and for me to say anything might be an intrusion into their privacy.
  • And I really don't know what to say anyway. "I'm sorry" doesn't make any sense, because I don't have anything to do with the reason for their grief. "I know how you feel" probably wouldn't be good, because although I may have gone through something similar, I really don't know how this feels to them. Etc., etc. Any of the list of options among the things people usually say easily fall short of any good analysis.
So, we often choose not to say anything.
Now I'm learning from the perspective of the one doing the grieving what a poor choice I've made when others around me have gone through hard times and I've chosen to play it safe and say nothing. Saying nothing isn't just unhelpful, but depending on your relationship to the person, it can actually be painful for them.
Let's say that our friend and coworker, Joe, is in grief over the recent loss of a loved one, and for all of the reasons above, I think it's best to say nothing to him. The problem is that from Joe's perspective, his grief currently feels like the entirety of his world. Even though he's likely doing all that he can to resume some degree of being able to outwardly function in the world, inwardly he rarely passes an hour without being more focused on his sense of loss than whatever it is that he's supposed to be doing at the moment. For him, it is as C.S. Lewis wrote after his wife's death, "Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything."
And this applies to Joe's relationships as well. As he walks around the office in his first days "back" after his loss, he is keenly aware that everyone who sees him thinks, "Oh, there's Joe..." and awkwardness ensues. If my choice of handling that awkwardness is to say nothing about his grief, that likely comes across to Joe as being equal to my saying, "Joe, I don't know how to handle this, so for the sake of any kind of relationship we have, we need for things to get back to normal as soon as possible." Perhaps instead of saying that, I say an innocent, "Hey Joe. Good to have you back." But Joe knows that he is anything but "back," nor does he want to be.
The last thing Joe knows how to do in his grief is get things back to normal. Normal simply doesn't exist for him anymore. His world as he knew it before the loss is largely gone, and he is only at the starting line of the immense task of constructing a new world that he would prefer to never have entered.
So, please, in some way, say something. Joe knows words don't exist for you to say "just the right thing." And you don't even have to use your voice to say something. My pastor repeatedly sent me one-word emails or texts that said, "Prayers." That was enough. Or say, "This stinks," or any other words that are honest and don't try to fix the situation. Even words aren't necessary... my Dad's way of saying something without saying anything was often just to give a pat on my back.
So the next time you see a Joe for the first time after his loss, choose an option other than saying nothing.
*The downside of writing this is that I realize how many awkward next encounters I've just created with friends who will read this. Seriously, have no worries. Perhaps we can come up with a secret signal that will give you something to say that's inconspicuous to anyone else around, but lets me know you're aware... How about, "Hey, Daniel, would you like to eat this cheeseburger I just bought for you at Whataburger?" I guarantee you that will go well, as long as it's accompanied by an actual cheeseburger.