Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Redeemed

Violence will never redeem anything.
Only love can do that.
Don't be confused about
the part of crucifixion that saves us.

When the privilege of carrying a weapon
is overwhelmed by the need to carry it,
freedom is no longer in the picture. 

Force is not a tool of independence,
but servitude, and neither side
of the fulcrum will find release.

Squeezing the trigger won't make you
free any more than squeezing the life
out of a bird will make you fly.

Anything that can be protected
by harming someone/thing else
is not connected to liberty;

it is, instead, a slavery of choice.
Redemption will only arrive
when we let love choose us.



© 2013 Todd Jenkins

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Knock, Knock

Knock, Knock
(a sermon on Luke 11:1-13)

“I would rather live in a world surrounded by mystery than live in a world so small that my mind could comprehend it.”
― Harry Fosdick

Prayer is nearly too mysterious for words. So as to get out of the way as much as possible, I’m going to give you space and time to listen to something other than my voice and ideas this morning. That’s another way of saying that I’m going to ask you to pray this sermon about prayer with me.

We’re taking a field trip to the Prayer Café. Before you go, we must have a signed permission slip and waiver from everyone.

Permission Slip
I hereby give permission for me to visit the Prayer Café. I acknowledge that, even though the Prayer Café has an unlimited menu, there are times when my order will arrive at times other than I expected, times when it will look nothing like what I ordered, times when I will want to send it back because accepting it requires me to take risks with which I am not at all comfortable, times when my order doesn’t arrive at all, but never will I leave unfed. I also acknowledge that, despite my frequent misgivings and doubts, the best meals usually come when I ask the waiter to bring me “Today’s Special” because that’s what helps me to realize that tomorrow is also. ______________________________
(signature)

The Menu
We’re all too used to having everything spelled out clearly, so we can understand it, which is why prayer is so difficult for us. This morning, just to ease your anxiety, I have printed menus. Take a look at them now, and, when you hear or taste something that your ears or taste buds can’t quite identify, feel free to refer back to your menu.

Prayer Café Menu
(Not only are all welcome here, but all ARE here, whether they or we notice it or not. In fact, there is no “they” and “we.” Look at the wordle of Jesus’ prayer, if you doubt that.)


Appetizer: “Warning” – a dish of humility that comes from the Prayer Café’s garden of mystery.

Salad: “Prayer Poet” – a blending of flavors connecting prayer to the poets.

Veggies: “Questions” – fiber and vitamin-filled truth about the Prayer Café’s reason for existence.

Luke’s Dish: “The Prayer of Our Savior in Questions” – catch of the day, freshly grilled with the punctuation that best complements all of the dishes from the Prayer Café, prepared and shared from our guest chef, Maren Tirabassi.

Dessert: “Bolder Dash” – a bittersweet (dark chocolate) reminder that the Prayer Café is open 24/7 and nothing is above or beyond request on the menu.

Here's your first course: 

Appetizer: “Warning”

I am less certain about
HOW prayer works;
more certain THAT it works.

I’m not sure about
the forms it takes;
more sure that it takes many forms.

I can’t say that
I always recognize prayer’s answer;
but I can say that
I often hear its questions.

I won’t claim that
I can answer its inquiries;
but letting them roam the house
is a surefire way to create circulation.
            -------------------------

Salad: “Prayer Poet”

The psalmists knew very well
how carefully loaded phrases
strung together in surprising ways
can be explosive in both
hopeful and dangerous ways;

how hurling guttural truth
toward the heavens changes
the world in ways we can
neither explain nor predict;

how leaving wide margins
of blank silence leaves room
for the other voice to speak.

The pieces that both come from
and travel to the deepest places
often begin with empty lines,
which represent the ways
we duct-tape the voices in our head
long enough to hear the one in our heart.

Those are the ones asking us
questions which most need answering;
questions that all creation asks daily;
questions that weave us into
the tapestry of history and hope.
            -------------------------

Veggies (your favorites, of course): “Questions”

The essence of prayer is really
quite simple. At its core, prayer is
a rhythmic reminder that all conversation
is opportunity to both speak to God
and listen for God’s guidance.

All seeking and striving are interactions
between our own wills/understandings,
and God’s creative purposes.

When we turn it into a laundry list,
imploring God to remove all stains
from our emotional wardrobes;

when we use it as a detailed honey-do list
for God to generate our pleasure and happiness;
when we wield it to ward off pain and suffering,
we have missed its purposes altogether.

Imagine finding a pile of precisely mitered
pieces of wood, along with a variety
of tools and fasteners at your disposal.

Or if you're less of a workshop kind of person
and more of a cook, imagine a pantry full
of fresh ingredients and a drawer full
of all sorts of pots and pans with which
to create a yet-to-be-determined dish.

Was this collection designed
to be connected or combined in a way that
would accomplish some purpose?
If so, what?

When you find yourself attaching one piece
to another or mixing one ingredient with another
slowly, over the course of many years,
do you dream of what it could one day become?
Do you have a picture of completeness in your mind?

Now imagine yourself coming to the realization
that you know the one who not only
created the pieces of wood and fasteners
and that pantry full of ingredients and pans
that are within your reach and influence,
but also created everything else
that was, is, and will ever be.

What if you had a chance every day –
all day long – to listen for questions
about how you are choosing to connect
the pieces, or combine the ingredients, 
creating something with this collection?

What if you had the opportunity to offer up
what you’ve already constructed/combined to the one
whose grand design is Love itself?

Would you want to know how your pieces or ingredients
fit with the rest, and how you might rearrange
or reconstruct what you once imagined,
so that it complements all of the rest;
so that your pieces and ingredients find their way
into the whole, and maybe even the holy?

Yeah, that listening and conversation
are how prayer is designed to function;
opening us to see and be answers
to the deepest questions and needs
planted in the universe’s heart.
            -----------------

Luke’s Dish: “The Prayer of Our Savior in Questions” by Maren Tirabassi

O God where are you?
Are you in heaven or here with us?
If you are here, look around – do something.

Are you “ours” or everyone’s God?

Are you as tender as a parent …
as dangerous as a parent?

How can we make your name holy
or make it holy again when it has been abused,
used to justify every kind of harm?
Where is the laundry for your name?

Why don’t we recognize your will?
How do we bring about your peaceable realm?

Can we trust you with our daily needs
and live free of planning?

Will you teach us to be forgiving …
for their sake and our sake?

How do we walk away from temptation –
one step, twelve steps?
And is ‘deliver us from evil’
the kind of delivery
that means someone is being born?

What is the future? Can you really help us?
How can we reflect your glory?
When is … forever
and what do you want us to do
with our lives now?             Amen
            ------------------

Dessert: “Bolder Dash”

Fear assaults halls of prayer,
intimidates with balderdash,
“What good is petition
if it doesn’t come true?”

Reason peeks from behind Anxiety,
calculates known sequencing,
concurs with Fear’s assessment,
“Not very likely to happen.”

Faith blows in from four corners,
laughs at the absurdity,
“Prayer isn’t an exercise in probability;
but rather one of possibility.”

Hope musters up from the deeps,
rolls away the stone of doubt,
“It’s not really prayer until
it approaches the preposterous!”

Courage starches the sails,
squeezes adrenal glands,
“Now is not the time for timidity;
it’s time to make a bolder dash.”

Dove descends in fire and cloud,
voice of gentle thunder,
“Unleash your wildest prayers of healing
for those whose faith and hope are fading!”

Ours is not the task
to determine what will or won’t,
but to fiercely ask for what we need
and wholly trust the holy Giver.
            ---------------


Thursday, July 25, 2013

Questions

The essence of prayer is really
quite simple. At its core, prayer is
a rhythmic reminder that all conversation
is opportunity to both speak to God
and listen for God’s guidance.

All seeking and striving are interactions
between our own wills/understandings,
and God’s creative purposes.

When we turn it into a laundry list,
imploring God to remove all stains
from our emotional wardrobes;

when we use it as a detailed honey-do list
for God to generate our pleasure and happiness;
when we wield it to ward off pain and suffering,
we have missed its purposes altogether.

Imagine finding a pile of precisely mitered
pieces of wood, along with a variety
of tools and fasteners at your disposal.

Was this collection designed
to be connected in a way that
would accomplish some purpose?
If so, what?

When you find yourself attaching one piece
to another, slowly, over the course of many years,
do you dream of what it could one day become?
Do you have a picture of completeness in your mind?

Now imagine yourself coming to the realization
that you know the one who not only
created the pieces of wood and fasteners
that are within your reach and influence,
but also created everything else
that was, is, and will ever be.

What if you had a chance every day –
all day long – to listen for questions
about how you are choosing to connect
the pieces, building something with the collection?

What if you had the opportunity to offer up
what you’ve already constructed to the one
whose grand design is Love itself?

Would you want to know how your pieces
fit with the rest, and how you might rearrange
or reconstruct what you once imagined,
so that it complements all of the rest;
so that your pieces find their way
into the whole, and maybe even the holy?

Yeah, that listening and conversation
are how prayer is designed to function;
opening us to see and be answers
to the deepest questions and needs
planted in the universe’s heart.


© 2013 Todd Jenkins

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Buy the Book

A collection of 64 prayers/poems titled: Tuesday’s Muse: Visual and Verbal Appetizers for the Great Banquet of Your Life is now available in two formats.

Paperback:

Kindle:


Pursuit

It’s our hound of the Baskervilles,
pursuing across the moors
of all our hells; hot breath
on our heels, ever ready
to pounce upon our fleeing spirits.

All the while we run, breathless,
with coronary percussion
nearly shattering eardrums,
as we imagine divine retribution
for the worst of who we are,
carried as hideous secret
between self and God.

The assault turns out to be,
not angry attack, but long-lost love;
canine slobbering reunion,
welcoming us to the gift of forgiveness,
which we've mistaken as surprise party.

It’s the offering we have
repeatedly and summarily dismissed.
In spite of the hope-engraved invitation,
messiah-delivered daily, we've settled
for the guilt of accusations addressed
only to "Current Occupant".

When will we realize
that the only pursuit that matters
is the steadfast one of Grace?




© 2013 Todd Jenkins

Friday, July 19, 2013

Now


Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Swing Low

For some, the big picture
has been so bright and crisp
for so long that we are lulled
into forgetting its fragility;

and then we are knee-capped
by a storm of epic proportions.
Sure, other storms threatened,
looming darkness on the horizon,
but they are weathered steadfastly.

In one fell swoop, the multi-LED beam
turns into a shadowy flicker,
at risk of being extinguished
by nothing stronger than a gentle breeze.

All these years, abiding in prayer
for others, hoping them toward God
with all the faith we could muster,
trusting beyond our own limits.

Now, the IV’s in the other arm,
and we’re staring at the ceiling,
surrounded by loved ones.

May the supplications once uttered
from a distance now swing us
into that prayerful hammock,
letting go to the gentle rhythm of grace. 


For Bill Cannon
© 2013 Todd Jenkins

Monday, July 15, 2013

Blind Ear


What happens when we stereotype
and demonize people who
are different from us,
that we don't know?

What happens when our fear
of them obliterates any perception
of our own individual or corporate
complicity in the chasm between us?

What happens when religion
is indiscriminately bundled
with politics and economics?

Watch the newspaper.
Read the television.
See the radio.
Listen to the Internet.

This is what happens.


© 2013 Todd Jenkins

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Parable

It’s a deceptively simple story
spoken at a volume and tone
that are just beyond your
auditory capacity, more at the level
of eavesdropping than conversation.

It leaves the front door cracked,
knowing that you cannot resist peeking
and then sneaking inside to get
a better listening to and look
at what you believe to be an imagined,
but still intriguing tale about
people and places that are
wholly (but not holy) “other”.

When the words stop flowing,
if you find yourself gasping in surprise,
both because you didn’t realize
you have fully become a character
in the story, and because this took you
all the way to people and places
you’d never approach on your own,

the parable has accomplished its task.
If you completely avoid that breath-taking
experience, you can rest assured you have
escaped unscathed, but perhaps, not with your life.



© 2013 Todd Jenkins