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Longing for Home

- by Mary
“Nostalgia does history a disservice because it doesn’t portray an exact picture of the past. Nostalgia may lead us to think those times were near perfection. A clear knowledge of history says otherwise.   --Melissa Harris-Perry
Recently I sat at the Hunters Glen Lake in a state of nostalgia. I’ve walked around that lake hundreds of times in days gone by, years really. Raked leaves with my daughters, played in the sand, watched the ducks do whatever ducks do, swam at the pool, rode bikes through this neighborhood. Today I was longing for this home. Longing to walk through the door of my old home, hear the footsteps of my children, as they walked through the door whistling or laughing, plopping down on the couch, opening the refrigerator, sitting on my lap, giving me hugs.

I miss the security, the large groups of people that knew me. The travel, the conventions, the good times of reconnecting with people. Laughing, eating, playing, praying.

I long to go home. To a God I was sure of then, before the mystery and wonder and losing faith over and over again. I want to go home where I can feel the earth under my feet. The solid ground, where I am certain of God’s ways, and where I feel the security and safety of the crowd.

I thought about what it would be like to turn and walk toward that home. Maybe I would run. At least for 10 steps, or 20, or even a mile. And then I would stop, turn around and walk back the other way. Walk back toward an uncertain future, a God I’m not always sure of. I asked myself why would I turn around and walk back to this present life?

Because I have hope.

Because here, in this home, in this place, I have abundance. Not by any means abundance in material things. My relationships are deeper, my faith is fluid, my family has expanded, I exhale more deeply. I have hope, that not in spite of, but because of the things that have been stripped away from me, a door has been created for new life to enter.
“Nostalgia is the enemy of hope. It tricks people into believing that their best days are gone. A more realistic view of history envisions the past as a theatre of experience, some good and some bad, and opens up the possibility of growth and change. Our best days are ahead, not behind. Hope for the future.” –Dr. Gordon Livingston
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Unlikely Friendships

- by Mary

In thinking about friendship, I always have to remind myself to pay attention, because friends often appear from the most unlikely places. They cross the borders of race, religion, age, gender, social class, temperament and geographic location. The important thing for me is to keep my eyes and my heart open to all who cross my path, because anyone may turn out to be a dear and true friend.

I was looking at some famous friendships in history and thought it interesting, the unlikely friendships that were formed that ignored social class, race, gender and temperament and how many of these were born out of shared values for a particular cause.

Here are a few examples:

Abraham Lincoln and Joshua Speed


Abraham Lincoln had really only one lifelong friend—Joshua Speed. Lincoln met Joshua Speed when he came into Speed’s store to purchase a mattress, although he had no money to pay for it. Lincoln was basically uneducated and penniless. Speed, however, was from a well-to-do family and educated. They became lifelong friends, confidants and sounding boards for each other, although they didn’t always agree on vital issues including slavery, since Speed grew up on a plantation and owned slaves.
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Princess Grace and Josephine Baker

At 12 years of age, Josephine Baker dropped out of school and became a slum child, living in cardboard shelters and begging for food and attracting the attention of street people with her dancing. She went on to become a world famous entertainer, the first black woman to star in a major motion picture and integrate a concert hall. She crusaded for equal rights in the U.S. and spoke alongside Martin Luther King at the March on Washington. She alsi adopted 12 children from a variety of different countries which she called the “rainbow tribe”.
 
Princess Grace Kelly, was referred to as the Princess of Hearts, for her open mind and heart. She set up a foundation to help those with special needs who weren’t being helped by social services.

The friendship between these two women began when Josephine was refused service at a restaurant because of her race. Princess Grace happened to be dining there and was outraged, took Josephine by the arm and stormed out with her whole party vowing never to return. The women shared the same value of equality and became lifelong friends.
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Harriet Tubman and Frederick Douglas

Born into slavery, Frederick Douglas secretly taught himself to read and write at the age of 12. He read newspapers, political papers and books of every kind. This knowledge led him to question and condemn slavery and eventually escape to freedom to become a social reformer, orator, writer, statesman and a leader of the abolitionist movement.

Harriet Tubman couldn’t read or write, but after escaping to freedom, returned 19 times to help other slaves escape on the underground railroad.

Harriet and Frederick supported each other in the work they were doing to bring freedom to many people. Frederick’s work had been done in public with much applause, while Harriet labored unseen with no praise except for the sincere thanks of those brought to freedom.
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Lewis and Clark
The friendship between Lewis and Clark is a rare example of two people who embarked on a dangerous journey with frequent stress and hardships and other conditions that could have easily torn them apart. Yet there doesn’t seem to have been a serious quarrel or dispute between them.

Their strength may have been the common passion they shared for exploring new territory. There certainly was little time for petty arguments and hurt feelings, and even less time for boredom.

The two were friends from childhood, Lewis was introverted and moody, while Clark was extroverted, even-tempered and light hearted. Lewis was more philosophical and romantic while Clark was a practical man. Their differences brought balance to their friendship. 

And then there’s Sacajawea, now there’s an unlikely friend to throw into the mix. And yet the three of them were like a strong cord, each bringing their unique strength to the journey. They never actually saw the Pacific Ocean, but were close enough. But maybe it’s not always so much about the destination. Maybe journeying together with companions at your side IS the destination.
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Transformation

- by Mary


Butterflies are beautiful. I doubt that anyone would disagree with me. Because I see them so seldom, I am somewhat awestruck by their beauty, but I rarely stop to think about the process that precedes that beauty.

In her book, WHEN THE HEART WAITS, Sue Monk Kidd describes so beautifully our own process of waiting in the dark cocoon.

“Whenever new life grows and emerges, darkness is crucial to the process. Whether it’s the caterpillar in the chrysalis, the seed in the ground, the child in the womb or the the True Self in the soul, there’s always a time of waiting in the dark.

In the ensuing darkness God often seems absent. We begin to encounter Deus absconditis—the sense that God is playing hide and seek. I believe that what we’re experiencing, however is the hiding of an old way of knowing and experiencing God, the crumbling of our “creation” of who God is and the divine system that our egos have invested in.

In the darkness God becomes the ungraspable Mystery, the one who unleashes a tune so spellbinding that we’re compelled to follow, to stumble through shadowed corridors until we find the source of it. We’re being drawn beyond where we are into an entirely new way of relating to God, one that’s beyond anything we’ve even imagined.”

A butterfly can stay in its cocoon anywhere from two weeks to the entire winter. The process just has to unfold in its own time. I find that to be the difficult thing—to just let it be, take my hands off of it, embrace it and let it unfold in its time.

I read somewhere that the the most beautiful butterflies emerge from the ugliest cocoons. That make me smile.
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Love Remains


- by Mary

Love Sits
Love Engages
Love is Present
Love Remains.

John 15:4. “Remain in me and I will remain in you”

My day begins whirling around getting ready for work. Tony, after watching me for awhile, will often say “just 5 more minutes”. And I start saying things like “I can’t, I have to…..etc”. I don’t have 5 minutes to lay back down with one of the most important people in my life? So for 5 minutes we lay there, sometimes talking about nothing important or not talking at all, no agenda. Love remains.

When I’m at work and someone plops down in a chair near my desk and starts chatting away about the weekend, or their dog…..inside of my head I hear ergggg, can’t they see I’m working, I’m focused? Then I remember…love remains. Just 5 minutes.

My conversations with God have often been intentional, with some sort of purpose.

But about 6 months ago, I started reading John 15 and this verse in particular lodged in my heart. What was this word “remain”? God, what do you mean “remain”? The picture that came to my mind was getting up to leave the God space I had been in and hearing “won’t you just stay awhile longer?” God and I completely engulfed in each other for just awhile longer. No agenda, no wrestling, no praying, just enjoyment, for awhile longer, just awhile longer. Sit back down for awhile longer. Talk about mindless things or nothing at all. Smile, laugh, enjoy. Love remains.

I’ve always sort of considered myself to be a mostly laid back person, a porch sitter, lemonade sipper. I think I used to be, and now I’m wondering where that part of me disappeared to.

I can’t really figure out the “why”.

But actually it doesn’t matter. The “why” doesn’t matter.

Love matters. Offering love without agenda, without purpose matters.

5 minutes. (or more, much more) that’s what matters.
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