“But make up your mind not worry beforehand how you will defend yourselves. For I will give you words and wisdom that none of your adversaries will be able to resist or contradict.” Luke 21 v.14-15
“Be careful, or your hearts will be weighed down with dissipation, drunkenness and the anxieties of life, and that day will close on you unexpectedly like a trap. For it will come upon all those who live on the face of the whole earth. Be always on the watch, and pray that you may be able to escape all that is about to happen, and that you may be able to stand before the Son of Man.” Luke 21 v.34-36
The problem with letting a blog go stale for a while is coming back stuffed with news, and wondering what to write about first, and in what context. Additionally, seeing how wont as I am to distraction, the Holy Spirit in one way or another will put in my ear, softly, subtly, “it’s time to reflect.”
So here I am. Good news and bad news follow.
First, good news. Wonderful students. Respect from most of my team and administrators. Healthy twin baby BOYS gracing our house in February, and they are developing just fine in mommy’s womb. A healthy young two year old as well. I am also dealing with my anxiety with continued counseling and now medication. New books. An upcoming C.S. Lewis conference. Counting blessings on all those things.
Bad news: My mother fell sick up North with a pretty serious bout of pneumonia. Very serious. Currently she is in stable but critical condition in an ICU in a Boston hospital. I live in Florida, and therefore cannot do much but hope and pray, and have daily communication with my family for updates. My mother is someone who constantly gives, often in detriment to herself. She simply does not think about herself: a virtue of course, but the Lord says love your neighbor as yourself, which means we have to show ourselves care as well. She originally went to get her hip checked, which will probably need to be replaced, but as soon as the doctor’s saw what shape she was in, she was admitted almost on the spot.
All news: in the hands of God.
Gotta remember that.
I am reading commentary/reflections on the gospel of Luke by N.T. Wright, and the two verses above he puts in marvelous context by framing how these words would have been received by the early Christians in Jerusalem, circa 68 A.D. when Luke wrote. The apostles were scattered, most of the spreading of the gospel was taking place far and away, and tensions in Jerusalem were still high with the Romans. So day by day their lives dragged on, and if neighbors asked with a sneer, “Where is your Jesus?” then “all you could do would be to retell the stories, including the sayings of Jesus. Hang on. Be alert. Pray for strength to meet whatever comes.”
And what of us in the 21st Century? Is it not the same, Wright asks? Wars still rage, sin flourishes, the world wants us to indulge, forget, numb, rage, be anxious, and turn away from the Light. Wright says this (a marvelous quote):
“The answer is the same for us as it was the Jerusalem Christians nearly a generation after Jesus. Keep alert. This is what you were told to expect. Patience is the key. Pray for strength to keep on your feet. There are times when your eyes will be shutting with tiredness, spiritual, mental, emotional and physical, and when you have to prop them open. This is what it’s about: not an exciting battle, with adrenalin flowing and banners flying, but the steady tread, of prayer and hope and scripture and sacrament and witness, day by day and week by week.”
In our times of deepest crisis, of deepest pain, we must have the courage to lean in to our Lord and feel the steady rhythmic beat of his pure, unconditional love-filled Heart. The iambic beat of prayer. The iambic beat of hope. The iambic beat of sacrament. The iambic beat of witness.
Day by day.
Week by week.
It sounds odd, but I have the gift right now of not being able to anything. This is what my father said as I spoke to him on the phone. “It is all in the hands of Jesus.” Because what are we going to do? I cannot even properly operate a toaster on most days, so it is time for me to trust the gifts and knowledge He has given the doctors and let them do their jobs.
This is waiting on the Lord. And it is tough sometimes. Mind-boggingly difficult for me, as prone I am to despair and giving up.
But our Lord is a Lord of healing.
Let me say that over and over again.
A Lord of Healing.
Day by day.
Week by week.
Would you join me in saying this?
Thanks and blessings.