Camping in the Dark

I was a Boy Scout growing up.  Just about had to be.  It ran in the family.  Dad was a volunteer for the local troop.  I have two brothers who are Eagle Scouts.  Both of them were employed with the Scouts for awhile.  One was a district executive.  My career with them was not as long and distinguished.  Didn't manage to reach Eagle status. I became too interested in music and girls at the time, not necessarily in that order.

But I did have the "privilege" of reaching what they call the Order of the Arrow in my mid-teens, and experiencing the initiation that went with attaining it. It consisted of being dumped out in the middle of the woods, far off from the rest of the world, by an adult leader, who then left me all alone to sleep there overnight.   I had a sleeping bag, tent and a few supplies in my back pack. 

I got myself set up alright. But do you know how many noises there can be in the middle of the night in the woods when you are all by yourself?  Seems like hundreds, some imaginary, some real, and some of which I didn't know the difference.

As nature would have it, invariably, I had to get up in the middle of the night and go outside to go to the bathroom.  At first I couldn't find my flashlight.  It was pitch black outside.  I knew there was an outhouse about 100 feet away.  Could I make it till morning?  Nope. Something I ate for dinner wasn't sitting right with me.  Finally, I found the flashlight and trekked out to do my business with the light shining a a path and leading the way.  I had just enough light to help me take the next few steps to where I was going.

It gave me a better understanding of the words in scripture describing God and his Word as "a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path."  May you remember where to find your spiritual flashlight, especially in your dark hour.

   

At the Bus Stop

Every weekday morning, school children wait at the end of our driveway to catch the bus.  Their parents, and other adults from the neighborhood, are there with them, cheerfully exchanging greetings and playfully interacting with the kids.  They watch out for cars, and keep an watchful eye on the young people.  Then they gently guide them on to the bus when it arrives.

With all that has recently occurred, in light of this holy season, I'm choosing to be thankful for those parents.  And I'm still choosing to believe the Good Shepherd is watching over and cares for each of  us, even when life doesn't work out the way we planned.
     

 

A Line in the Sand

Quite often, I try to steer God into doing the right thing, especially when it comes to MY life.  I'm living it, after all. I should know what is best.  Sometimes life seems completely wrong.  A job I wanted doesn't materialize.  The woman I wanted to marry says "no."  The friend I thought I'd have for life disappears.  Why does this happen?  What have I done to deserve this?  I've had many one-sided "heated" debates with the Divine.  When doing so, I don't get much response.  It seems God just listens and thinks:  "He'll understand it bye and bye."

Joseph must have thought the same thing.  He wanted to marry Mary, but she was "found pregnant" by someone else.  Betrayed by the one he loved most. Not good.  After wrestling with the decision, he decided he had to divorce her for both of them to save face.  Life was the pits.

Its easy to recite the verse in Romans that says "All things work for good for those who love God."  But often it definitely doesn't seem to be that way, and we get angry, flustered and just plain confused.  It hurts,  It's no fun. We'd rather not go there.

A friend recently sent me a cartoon based on the famous "footsteps" prayer.  In the first frame, a woman looks back on the sand beach, and Jesus says:  "I've been with you all the time, but there is only one set of tracks, because I've been carrying you."  In the second frame, he says, "And that long line in the sand next to the tracks, that's where I've been dragging you."

Sometimes God has to drag us kicking and screaming into the future, until, bye and bye, we figure out everything's going to be okay.  Even when betrayed by those closest to us.    

Blue Christmas

I read an article today about a Blue Christmas.  It's more than a mediocre song once done by Elvis.  Its a movement that is catching on in a few churches.  They realize that this season is a time of conflicting emotions for some people, so they hold a service or gathering time for them. 

Persons may have lost a spouse or child or experienced some other kind of loss this year, or year's past, around the holidays.  All of the colored lights don't quite sparkle as much for them.  We sing "Peace on Earth" but they find it hard to make peace in their heart with what has transpired in their lives.  Ornaments on the tree given by now distant or deceased loved ones bring bittersweet memories.

I have experienced this twice.  Once when we lost my wife's mother, and once when an estranged member of our family was "on the road" and we didn't know where he was.  Military families feel this, too, when service people are deployed overseas, for sure, but especially when their loved won't ever be coming home.

As I drive down my street there are lots of outside light displays.  Most have Christmas trees inside with lights on them, too  The blinking ones bug me, but in general I enjoy seeing them. Sometimes I've wondered why everybody doesn't put up at least a little something. But, maybe they aren't just in the mood.

I'm changing my mind.

Christmas comes, whether we are in the mood to celebrate it or not.  And it's not ultimately about gifts, or lights or feasting. As Charlie Brown reminds us, it's about God coming to be with us.  A God who says "Come to me, all who are weak and heavy laden, and I will give you rest."
 
Kudos to those faith communities who take time to reach out to the "blue" in what is a busy season for all of us. More of us should join you.