Sunday, December 22, 2013

Peeling Labels Off


Maybe I’ve had too much coffee this morning, or maybe I’m just ready to speak about this. I sat by during the whole Chick Fil A thing. I read the posts.  I had my inner thoughts and dialogue silently.  And now I read the Duck Dynasty stuff.  Is anyone else sick of this?  Obviously I am not the only one voicing my opinion through social media, and adding my thoughts may just continue the monotony of finger-pointing and fist shaking.  But I’d like to offer something a little different here – hopefully. 

To cope with all my anxiety about this topic, I found myself in my kitchen peeling the labels off empty jars, so I could re-use them for another purpose.  Do you ever do that?  Get all worked up and then go clean your house, shop online, or scan facebook?  Yeah, so I got this little blade out and went to town on some jars.  It felt good. And then it hit me…

What if we peel the labels off?  Peel them off Christians.  Peel them off homosexuals.  Peel them off anyone who is “different” from us? The reality is this world is made up of different types of people, and we are NEVER going to all agree.  It’s just the way it is. Regardless, labeling any person and refusing to know them as they really are is just sad.  What if we peel the labels off and re-purpose our differences for the greater good? Oh, here I go, with my talk of love, equality, holding hands and singing "Kum Ba Yah" (is that how you spell it?).  But I just can’t help myself.  And the coffee has me all jittery now, so I gotta get this out somewhere. 

Do you know someone who is gay?  Have you asked him or her about themselves? Do you know what kind of life they have had? Do you know they have possibly thought of hurting or killing themselves because of the shame and rejection they often face? Do you know what it is like to love another person of the same gender – to not feel like there is any “choice” in that, but still have others wave their Bible at you in disgrace?  Can you imagine the hurt?  If you do not know someone who is gay, then it is so much easier to stand on the position of “those people” and “their decisions” as if they are all the same and have no moral compass.  Some of the dearest people I know are gay. They have partners, children, and lives of honesty and respect.  They even love Jesus too.  Yes, it’s true.  I invite you to consider peeling the label off them and get to know them individually.

Do you know someone who is a Christian?  Have you asked him or her about themselves?  Do you know what kind of life they have had? Do you know some of them think of hurting or killing themselves because of the shame and rejection they often face?  Do you know what it is like to love and seek to follow God – to not feel like there is any “choice” in that, but still have others wave their “intolerance” flags in your face and say you are excluding them? Can you imagine the hurt? If you do not know a Christian, then it is much easier to stand on the position of “those people” as if they are all the same and have no compassion for others.  I am a Christian.  I love you.  Jesus loves you.  I invite you to peel the label off Christians and get to know them individually.  

Interesting, huh, how I just basically wrote the same paragraph twice? And I could put a blank line and write “insert here” for you to add any other type of “different” person.  We’re really not all that different when you break it down.  We all hurt.  We all feel shame. We all get angry.  WE ALL FEEL.  And often when we feel those things, it seems easier to point fingers and get all up in arms on one side or another to defend our causes or beliefs.  Please, consider putting your weapons down.  What if you tried to get to know just one person different from you – to see them with compassion and love? Grace is for all of us.  




Tuesday, December 3, 2013

In Hopeful Anticipation

I love Advent season and the celebration of the Christ Child.  Advent means “arrival,” and there is so much joy in arrivals.  My father was a pilot in the military.  He would be away for long periods of time when I was a little girl.  In the Christmas of 1993, he was in Bosnia during the war.  As a child I had no idea the dangers he might be in.  All I could think about was when he would come home.  And I’ll never forget that January we all crowded into the living room to welcome him home and celebrate Christmas a month late.  I even re-wrote the words to the “Battle Hymn of the Republic” as I waited for him to walk in the door.  It started out “Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of my Dad…” (Go ahead, sing it).  As a grown woman I can look back and remember how painful it was for everyone to wait for his arrival – the unknowns of his safety and the actual day he would come home.  But we waited and hoped with anticipation.  And today I experience this again as a mother – waiting in hopeful anticipation for my three children to arrive from Haiti.  It is painful with so many unknowns, yet I find comfort when I think about that day they will walk in our door. 

Advent ceremonies involve lighting candles.  I love the symbolism of lighting a candle. It has always been significant to me, but I had not always thought about how it honors an arrival.  I light candles when guests are coming over. I light a candle in my office for my clients.  I light a candle to be reminded I am never alone.  In each of these times, there is an arrival to be honored.  It’s as if the flame holds the space with hope as we wait with anticipation for the arrival of whatever or whoever is to come. 

So I lit my candle this morning as I write.  It has 3 wicks – one for each of my sons: Wilnes, Woody, and Wendy. I pray for their little hearts, and I cry with hopeful anticipation. 

If you choose to light a candle today or in the coming days of Advent season, I offer some questions for you to ponder on your own journey:

~Who or what are you waiting for?

~How do you spend your time “waiting?”

~Who or what comforts you in your wait?

~What do you need as you wait?

~Imagine the arrival of who/what you are waiting for.  Lean into this hope.

May Peace be with you this season.