My Sweet Gift

My love, my darling is off at sea
I'm missing him and he's missing me
I love him more and more each day
But wish he was in my arms so he could say
"Everything will work out just about right
because I'm never letting you outta my sight"
We would laugh and maybe cry so much
but all we really need is a single touch
to give the Lord up above His due thanks
for giving me Antonio Delonte Banks

Finding Beauty in the Broken

The word beauty is usually used to describe sunsets, a newborn baby, majestic mountains, flowers that you can smell from ten feet away, your significant other, or a night spent in laughter with friends. You know, beautiful things. But, what if beauty were to also describe the mud we have to trudge through after a month of constant rain, the mosquitos that have left our legs looking like we have chicken pox, the moment we get our hearts broken for the first time, or a life that has been filled with nothing but constant struggle? When we can see beauty as both of these things simultaneously is when our idea of beauty becomes God’s idea of beauty.


“How do you tell people that they are walking around shining like the sun!” Thomas Merton, a 20th century monk, penned those words. Through spending time in deep prayer, his view of the world and the broken, sinful people in it changed from disgust to awe. He claimed that he could not see people around him without first seeing their beauty and seeing God’s glory through them. I first heard this story in my Church in the 21st Century course taught by Father O’Brien. Throughout the beginning of the semester we have been discussing the idea that Catholics call a sacramental imagination, which means being able to see God’s beauty and grace in ordinary, every day things and circumstances. By cultivating this imagination, a simple sunset can turn into a supernatural revelation or a short conversation with the person you sit next to in class can be seen with an eternal purpose. So often, though, I speed through my day completely caught up in what I need to do next that I feel like I can’t even take a minute to stop and breathe, let alone admire a sunset or care about the lives of people in my path. If I want to follow Christ, though, my days need to slow down, because if I’m not looking for the beauty in life, I will not see it. Those people walking around every day that Merton said were “shining like the sun” will only be people who annoy me, bother me, or even anger me. If I can’t even see the beauty in things that are easy to find beauty in, like nature and loving relationships, then how can beauty be found in human brokenness and struggle?


In his message on suffering last week, Jon also touched on this idea that God brings beauty out of even the most painful or hopeless situations. The whole time I couldn’t stop thinking about the song by Laura Story called “Blessings.” If you haven’t heard it, seriously, stop reading this post and listen! She sings about how we often pray for blessings and comfort, yet through suffering and pain is when God’s mercy and beauty can be seen fully. I was talking to Antonio, my boyfriend, the other day about all the struggles he has had to face in his life and one thing he said stuck out to me, because it was as if God was saying it to me. After talking about how lonely he always felt because of the pain in his past, he said that being removed from the suffering and pain has shown him that God has protected, guided, and been there for him all along. Sometimes it takes hurt and pain in our lives to fully recognize and appreciate the amazing healing power of God. That doesn’t make the pain any less real, but a change of perspective can take what seems like purposeless hurt and make it life changing. It just struck me that I so often pray for pain to be taken away from me, but, like in Antonio’s case, pain is what often causes a change in our hearts and perspectives. The pain Antonio faced in his childhood and young adult years was horrendous, but has most clearly shown him the character of God and has shaped him into the man he is today. There is the beauty. When I can look at a human story that may be so broken and destructive, but still see God’s resurrecting power, I have found the beauty. In the end, beauty is not about us, it is about what God does in us and through us.

Music for the Weekend--8/15

Seems to be the theme in my life this week and hopefully the rest of my life.

Give Me Your Eyes by Brandon Heath

Not Your Typical Garden

Last Monday, my Mom and I packed up the car and headed down to Shelbyville, Indiana. We were making a much-needed visit to my Uncle Steven, his family, my Grandma and Papa. After the roughly five hour drive and obligatory Chick-Fil-A stop, we arrived at my Uncle Steven's house and the visit began. The two days included a lot of talking and catching up on each others lives. One of my personal highlights of the trip was spending time with my Papa who I had not seen in thirteen years. Needless to say, we had both changed tremendously in that span of time.

I was entranced by his passion about his relationship with God and sharing his story with everyone around him. He was a farmer basically his whole life and because of recent health issues he decided to leave his farm to be closer to family. Most people would be resentful about having to leave what they love to do, but not Papa. I am sure that he went through a period of adjustment and wondering what his purpose is now that he is no longer on the farm, but when he spoke all I could see and hear was love of his animals and work, acceptance of what God has for him in his life now, and gratefulness that he is still on this earth to do God's work.

One story in particular that Papa told about his farm stuck with me. I don't remember all the details of the story, but it happened very shortly before he got sick and decided to leave the farm. In fact, this event was part of the reason he ended up leaving. He began by saying, one day he had planted hundreds of tomato plants and bell pepper plants. Since my Papa is old school, he had done all the planting manually (on his hands and knees). After a long, hard day of work, he looked over what he had done and was so happy. He even said that he looked up at the beautiful sky and thanked God for the beautiful weather. Not long after this, him and the guy that had been helping him, returned their gazes to the sky and saw an ominous storm cloud looming above them. Before they knew it, hailstones about the size of tennis balls were plummeting to the ground not sparing a single tomato plant. After the storm had passed the next day, Papa got up and headed to buy more tomato plants. So with plants in hand, he replanted over a hundred tomato crops, once again on his hands and knees. When time came to harvest his work, he paced through the rows of tomatoes noticing something was wrong. His crops had been scavenged by rodents, who had peeled the tomatoes and then eaten them. Another crop ruined. Stubbornly, Papa returned to buy even more tomato plants for his last try at harvesting them. After planting them, he returned later to discover that they had been struck with blight.

Now Papa did not tell this story in search of pity or to show his human determination. No, he told it to show God's imprint on his life. Many comments were made about the similarities of these events to some sort of divine plague issued by God. Papa, in his calm and straightforward way, agreed that God was sending him a pretty clear message. Papa continued by explaining that, after that third crop of tomato plants were ruined, he finally got the message. God wasn't testing his strength or determination, because God clearly knows that Papa is a stubborn, hard-working man. God was saying "This farm is no longer your home or your work. You work solely for Me now." Shortly after that Papa fell ill and left his farm.

Papa spoke with such purpose and saw the humor in the way God chose to speak to him. God knew that the only way to get straight to Papa's heart was to target his beloved farm. Although he misses his goats and chickens, Papa repeatedly explained that he is where God needs him and he now more than ever sees that the things of this world are temporary. When God calls how should we respond? In the same way my Papa did: "Lord my ears are open and my tired feet are ready. Where to next?"

Movie for a Monday!

I know I know I am slacking on the actually blog writing but I wanted everyone who reads this blog to watch this movie: "Lord, Save Us From Your Followers"

This is just the trailer, but I want you to get the feeling for what this extremely interesting and well-done documentary is all about. Here you go:

Music for the Weekend--8/8

So this newer artist is Katie Todd! I had the pleasure of seeing her and her band perform at the Lilith Fair a couple weekends ago with Thais and Jackie. She had a unique sound and her band even included a trumpet player. Needless to say it was a very enjoyable show! Here are her songs Love, Love, Love and Leave. Enjoy!






Peace.

The Parable of the Good Samaritan

This post is a little different. For now, I just want to share this Bible passage without providing any of my own commentary. Man, how this kind of situation can be seen everyday!

Luke 10:25-37 NIV
The Parable of the Good Samaritan
On one occasion an expert in the law stood up to test Jesus. "Teacher," he asked, "what must I do to inherit eternal life?"

"What is written in the Law?" he replied. "How do you read it?"

He answered: " 'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind'; and, 'Love your neighbor as yourself.'"

"You have answered correctly," Jesus replied. "Do this and you will live."

But he wanted to justify himself, so he asked Jesus, "And who is my neighbor?"

In reply Jesus said: "A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he fell into the hands of robbers. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead. A priest happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he passed by on the other side. So too, a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was; and when he saw him, he took pity on him. He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put the man on his own donkey, took him to an inn and took care of him. The next day he took out two silver coins[c] and gave them to the innkeeper. 'Look after him,' he said, 'and when I return, I will reimburse you for any extra expense you may have.'

"Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?"

The expert in the law replied, "The one who had mercy on him."
Jesus told him, "Go and do likewise."

My own experience to come... M.C.


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