When I was little, I used to have “vowel movements.”
No, that is not a misprint. I meant what I typed: I used to have vowel movements.
My mom disliked most of the words we use for our bodily eliminatory functions. So, she taught me to use the expression “bowel movement.” However, I misheard her, and thought she was saying “vowel movement.”
At that point, the die was cast: I was born to be fascinated with words. (I was about to write that I am very wordy person, which is also true, I’m afraid.)
As an indication of that fascination with words, I present to you the most recent exhibit: When I used the expression “the die was cast” in the preceding paragraph, I “had to” look up the expression “the die was cast,” to see where it came from. (Really? I “had to” to look it up?) It turns out that the expression is first documented in Suetonius, who used it for Julius Caesar’s decision to cross the Rubicon, which initiated a civil war in the Roman Republic.
Oh, my, where was I?
Oh, yeah! The continually satisfying love of God! Titles are a wonderful way of getting me back on track.
My 3-Minute Retreat (Loyola Press) referred me to Revelation 21:5 this morning.
“And the one sitting on the throne said, ‘Look, I am making everything new!’ And then he said to me, ‘Write this down, for what I tell you is trustworthy and true.’” (New Living Translation)
So, of course, this provoked a sort of “vowel movement,” which involved consonants as well. I looked up Revelation 21:5 in my Greek New Testament. The phrase “I am making” was, as I thought I remembered, a present tense, which indicates a continual action. God is constantly making all things new! Yes!
But I also thought of John 6:35, which emphasizes the need for us to do some things continually.
“Jesus replied, ‘I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry again. Whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.’” (New Living Translation)
Jesus’ words do not mean that one “who comes to me once” will never hunger; rather it is the one “who keeps coming” who is satisfied. It isn’t the one “who believes in me once”; it is the “who keeps believing” whose thirst is quenched.
There are times, I suspect, when we all feel as if, “Well I tried God, and it didn’t work for me.”
I don’t mean to be unkind, but I have a question for you (which is also a question for my own heart): SO FREEKIN’ WHAT!!) Do you really think—do I really think—that experiencing God is such a casual affair?
Well, truth to tell, I do sometimes think that way. I want God to be a very casual friend with very intimate benefits. How stupid can I be? Pretty stupid!
I remember a Zen story that goes something like this:
A young man went to an old teacher, because the young man had heard that the old teacher—despite some unorthodox techniques—really had some worthwhile things to teach casual seekers after enlightenment.
When the “seeker” encountered the old teacher, he was led to the river. The man thought that the teacher was going to introduce him to some sort of baptism or ablution.
Sure enough, as soon as they waded out in the shallow water a short way, the teacher shoved the man under the water. The man barely time to catch a breath before his head was under the water.
However, the teacher did not bring him back up quickly. In fact, the teacher didn’t bring the young man up at all. He kept holding the seeker’s head under the water.
Finally, the man being “baptized” realized what was going on. The old man wasn’t baptizing him; the old man was trying to drown him. He began to struggle, but the old man was surprisingly strong. Finally, with his last remaining strength, the younger man planted his feet as best he could in the soft mud of the river’s bottom, and thrust upward with all his might. When he was above water, and the old man let go of him.
After taking a couple of gasping breaths, the young man shouted at the teacher, “You wicked old man! You tried to drown me!”
The old teacher looked at the young man in the eye, and said calmly, “Young man, when you want to be enlightened as much as you wanted to breathe just now, come back and we’ll talk.”
God loves us all. I believe that with all my heart.
But I also believe that it is only the diligent seekers who experience that love.
Wanta breathe?
“21 Eight days later, when the baby was circumcised, he was named Jesus, the name given him by the angel even before he was conceived.
22 Then it was time for their purification offering, as required by the law of Moses after the birth of a child; so his parents took him to Jerusalem to present him to the Lord.
23 The law of the Lord says, “If a woman’s first child is a boy, he must be dedicated to the LORD.”
24 So they offered the sacrifice required in the law of the Lord– “either a pair of turtledoves or two young pigeons.”
25 At that time there was a man in Jerusalem named Simeon. He was righteous and devout and was eagerly waiting for the Messiah to come and rescue Israel. The Holy Spirit was upon him
26 and had revealed to him that he would not die until he had seen the Lord’s Messiah.
27 That day the Spirit led him to the Temple. So when Mary and Joseph came to present the baby Jesus to the Lord as the law required,
28 Simeon was there. He took the child in his arms and praised God, saying,
29 “Sovereign Lord, now let your servant die in peace, as you have promised.
30 I have seen your salvation,
31 which you have prepared for all people.
32 He is a light to reveal God to the nations, and he is the glory of your people Israel!”
33 Jesus’ parents were amazed at what was being said about him.
34 Then Simeon blessed them, and he said to Mary, the baby’s mother, “This child is destined to cause many in Israel to fall, but he will be a joy to many others. He has been sent as a sign from God, but many will oppose him.
35 As a result, the deepest thoughts of many hearts will be revealed. And a sword will pierce your very soul.”
36 Anna, a prophet, was also there in the Temple. She was the daughter of Phanuel from the tribe of Asher, and she was very old. Her husband died when they had been married only seven years.
37 Then she lived as a widow to the age of eighty-four. She never left the Temple but stayed there day and night, worshiping God with fasting and prayer.
38 She came along just as Simeon was talking with Mary and Joseph, and she began praising God. She talked about the child to everyone who had been waiting expectantly for God to rescue Jerusalem.” (Luke 2:21-38, italics mine)
“Like Anna and Simeon, when we wait in hope and pay attention to our surroundings, we too will see God revealed before our very eyes.” (3-Minute Retreat, December 28, 2017, italics mine.)
Today, my 3-Minute Retreat from Loyola Press concerned Simon and Anna recognizing that Jesus was the Messiah. It was about waiting and recognizing.
I’m not good at waiting. I don’t like long lines at checkout counters, traffic jams, or any other form of waiting. This may be exacerbated by my attention deficit disorder, but I suspect that is an inherent human struggle. One of my least favorite proverbs is “Good things come to those who wait.”
But perhaps waiting is a prelude to recognizing crucial stuff. Perhaps others in the temple were simply too busy to wait. They were in a hurry to sacrifice, to worship, to get on with their lives. How many important things do I not recognize because I refuse to wait?
My 3-minute retreat concluded with the following prayer:
“(Speak to God, using these words or a prayer of your own.)
God of life, I wait in joyful hope for your kingdom to be revealed in its fullness. Open my eyes to recognize your Son in everyone I meet today.”
It was very early this morning when I was doing this brief devotional/retreat. I was working at my desk. The first person I saw after reading this prayer when I looked up from my desk was my own reflection in the window. Is Christ in me, I asked myself.
Yes, Christ is in there! I may not always act as if He is, but He is! Perhaps I should be more patient, waiting in hope. Perhaps if I practiced such hopeful waiting, I would come to recognize Christ—even in myself.
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