Showing posts from September, 2011

Original Love, Original Lie & What Happened Next

Masaccio's Adam and Eve From  Genesis 2:4-3:24 “Did God say, ‘You shall not eat from any tree in the garden?’” “We may eat of the fruit of the trees in the garden;  but God said, ‘You shall not eat of the fruit of the tree that is in the middle of the garden,  nor shall you touch it, or you shall die.’” “You will not die! For God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened  and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.”   What if God lied? What if what I thought was true, really isn’t?  What if God can’t be trusted?    What if it is all a lie ? When those words, those thoughts, creep into the relationship, they take root and grow, like a cancer they eat their way through the system, destroying the healthy tissue, casting their shadow over what was good and strong, and making it weak and tenuous. What if I can’t really trust this person? What if they don’t really love me?  What if there is nothing I can count on? What if I am ON MY OWN? That’s what i

What that "something from nothing" God did

At LNPC this morning, we kicked off Fall with our " Lessons and Carols of Creation ."  We are entering a season of storytelling, recalling the old stories of our faith and exploring our own stories for God's presence and activitiy.  We began this week with Creation and will continue forward from here, using different methods to dig into The Story of which we are all part.  Below is the reflection that followed our Lessons and Carols of Creation. Genesis 1:1-2:4a And the Story begins.  The beginning of a story always sets the trajectory. The opening lines give you a taste of what’s to come.  What’s it going to be about? What’s the dominating tone of this story? What questions is it exploring? Who are the major players? Will I hang on past the first page to see what happens next? In the beginning when God created the heavens and the earth, 2 the earth was a formless void and darkness covered the face of the deep, while a wind from God swept over the face of the

The Hypocrisy of Ministers & Moms

“You really did bring this on yourself, then.” she said.  I was shocked.  My husband’s exact words coming out of this lab-coated, spectacled, medical professional.  Somehow they sounded different in the glaring light of this office than they had in my living room. “So,” she continued, “This is my prescription, and I mean it: Do not be productive .  Stop. For the next few days, if it doesn’t absolutely have to be done, you don’t do it.  Do nothing .  Do you hear me? Order take-out, skip cleaning the house, whatever it is, let it go.  This has gone on far too long.” I have been sick for twelve days. Twelve. Days.  When I first got sick, I dutifully plunked the kids in front of the TV with fistfuls of granola bars and thermoses of water, called in sick and tucked myself into bed to shiver under quilts for the next eight hours.  That was my sick day.  And when the day was done, I basically resumed normal life. Except I was still sick.  And exhausted.  So I wasn’t present with my childr