tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469806853234710382024-03-13T09:05:08.143-04:00ReflectionsThis blog is to present some thoughts and meditations and, shall I say it? PRAYER! Just some musings upon biblical passages and ideas as the author journeys through life.kvanattahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317185475817453723noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846980685323471038.post-19882694843896413652016-03-01T09:28:00.000-05:002016-03-01T09:28:12.245-05:00A Shout Out to Moms....Okay - I know....<br />
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I am a mom - so maybe it's not fair....<br />
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But today I had a new perspective on Jesus' mom - Mary...<br />
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I've shepherded 5 children through some pretty awful stages in life. Awful on many many levels.<br />
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Difficult may be a better word. Through many things I did not like.... or understand... or was able even to handle. Many things that on a generic level (other people) didn't bother me - but when they come home... well, it's hard. And I don't like that in ME.<br />
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And I have had to trust.<br />
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To trust in my children<br />
To trust in what I gave them<br />
To trust in the process... in God<br />
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To leap WITH my children<br />
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To share my opinion - even negative - yet NEVER pull away my caring or support.<br />
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I was thinking about Mary - and the reality of motherhood (not the picture postcard view)<br />
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What if she did NOT "GET" this God message stuff?<br />
What if she did NOT understand what Jesus was doing?<br />
What if she did NOT approve of all the people he hung out with or stories he told?<br />
What if his behavior in Nazareth embarrassed her to death? <br />
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Yet there she was<br />
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Right behind and beside him in his journey.<br />
I am positive she gave him her opinion and advice - and I am pretty sure it wasn't always nice! But she stayed. And she had his back - whatever he needed from her.<br />
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Dear Mary -<br />
Help me be the mom you were. I can think of no better model - except maybe my own mom. I've been the luckiest woman in the world with the mom God chose for me. I need to ask both of you - my mom... and Mary... to keep praying for me. This is not an easy job. And I want to do you proud.<br />
And tell God I'm trying. I'm sure he knows... but it takes a mom to really know how hard.<br />
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me. <br />
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<br />kvanattahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317185475817453723noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846980685323471038.post-11507425649217518332015-11-20T06:24:00.003-05:002015-11-20T06:35:50.470-05:00Words and contextI find communication difficult.<br />
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Not words so much.. I mean, I think I'm pretty clear.<br />
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But I am married to someone who perceives the world much differently than I do.<br />
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When I say the sky is blue, he will agree that the sky is blue.<br />
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BUT<br />
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His definition of blue is not the same as mine. Even though we both think we are very clear :-)<br />
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This is where I think Scripture gets us into trouble.<br />
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Stories from an oral tradition.... picture all those ancient nomads sitting around a fire retelling their histories..<br />
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I know in my own family... those stories... our particular stories grow and change over time. The nuggets are the same - the characters and the basic jist.... but the details grow and warp to make the story better.. until, while everyone remembers the incident, we all have a slightly different take on it.<br />
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Anyway, that is how the Scriptures began.... because that is how communities began.<br />
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And when the nomads began to settle... and scribes began to write.... the stories were gathered and written as accurately as possible...... and gathered into a format that was agreed upon. By those still living. Much like when I try to gather those baby stories of my children.. and I run them by those old enough to remember and take all their memories into consideration... we come to an agreement of the story. But truly, can we be certain of the veracity of all the details? For us, it was 20 or 30 years ago.<br />
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For the nomads, it was thousands of years.... and many stories heard at their elders' knees. Even doing their best, what is the truth of the details?<br />
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Even once written...... the translations began. And the New Testament Scriptures went through multiple translations as they were begin formed... Languages evolve... and stories changed... even to a few hundred years ago. And people are attempting to re-translate... ie explain.. scripture to this day. Can we be certain of exact details?<br />
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Even if we could..... societies change. Without education, I myself have no context for Samaritans. Or government oppression. <br />
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I try to read Scripture as if I were there. Clearly I would be a Mary not a Martha. And I would be the one getting into trouble for not cleaning and cooking! <br />
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But trying to understand the FEAR experienced by the establishment. That is what I see in my world right now. <br />
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I think about the people living under Roman martial law who had long awaited a king to deliver them. Their stories and their Scripture tell them that. How easy it would be to believe that the king - when he came - would overthrow the Romans and free them!<br />
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I think about the Romans trying to enforce civilization on this unruly rabble with a weird religion. I'm sure they would be really wary of the rise of that king also!<br />
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And then the Jewish religious leaders of the time.... also awaiting the arrival of the king. Good men upholding a true tradition. Working hard to recognize and verify the king.... and making sure that an imposter didn't slip through.<br />
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Even the best of people - the most good-hearted intellectual people clearly thinking things through with the best of intentions - in each of those situations.... has a good opportunity to mess things up.<br />
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So we come back to Jesus... the most unlikely king of all in that scenario. And his message was love. Clear, right? Not so much.<br />
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But Jesus' recorded behavior IS clear.<br />
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I never read about Jesus give a test of religion before he gave aid.<br />
I never read about Jesus hold back because he was afraid of a stranger.<br />
I do remember him chiding his friends for keeping the children from him.<br />
I do remember him getting angry at people who used a worship space to make it harder for people to worship.<br />
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So my prayer today is.... to try to be like Jesus, to be compassionate and try to understand my brothers and sisters. Their motive behind their words. Their fears.<br />
And failing understanding, to be kind. To listen. To love. And to retreat into the wilderness for a while when it all gets to be too much and I can't be like Jesus.<br />
<br />kvanattahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317185475817453723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846980685323471038.post-72275906206932407422015-11-19T07:39:00.002-05:002015-11-19T07:39:52.964-05:00We have to choose.... Jesus... or Fear.I do not understand<br />
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how mean<br />
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people get when they are afraid.<br />
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All reason goes out the window.<br />
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But Scripture is clear.<br />
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Fear is Satan's tool.<br />
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Over and over, we are told<br />
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"Do not be afraid."<br />
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And it is clear by the behavior of our leaders,<br />
By the ranting on social media<br />
And by our lessons in history<br />
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That when fear is rampant.<br />
people cannot<br />
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act like Jesus.<br />
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I cannot extend a helping hand if my arms are up guarding myself and my property.<br />
I cannot go forth and love<br />
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if I am afraid I will be hurt.<br />
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It doesn't make sense to vilify an entire people or religion<br />
for the crazy acts of a few.<br />
But that is what we hear over and over. <br />
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"Do not be afraid."<br />
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If I say I am Christian<br />
that I follow Jesus<br />
My belief system demands that I love.<br />
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Without fear.<br />
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And the fear part? THAT is MY attitude - also known as Satan.<br />
My fear needs to get out of the way<br />
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so I can be like Jesus. <br />
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He would not be afraid<br />
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Scripture is clear <br />
He would not turn away refugees because he fed and healed them<br />
He would not make refugees take a religious test because he never did that.<br />
He would not stir people up and make them angry and more afraid because that behavior leads people to evil..... Jesus calmed and loved.<br />
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I think... that if I truly want to live like Jesus<br />
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I have work to do.<br />
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<br />kvanattahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317185475817453723noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846980685323471038.post-59074499427104197772015-11-17T06:49:00.002-05:002015-11-17T07:59:05.140-05:00What a Beautiful Morning!Oh my goodness! What a beautiful morning you have created for me to walk in today! A little chilly but the sunshine is glorious!<br />
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<b>I'm glad you like it</b>.<br />
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I can't help but worry a little though.<br />
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<b>You always do that!</b><br />
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What?<br />
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<b>Worry! Can't you just enjoy my gift to you?</b><br />
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I try. Honest I do. But it's Sunday!<br />
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<b>And?</b><br />
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I'm supposed to be in church.<br />
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<b>Really?</b><br />
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Yes.... but it's complicated. I live so far from my old church. And I'm trying to make connections with the people I am already close to, you know.. the ones I live with or near or am related to?<br />
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<b>So you are alone walking in my beautiful morning worrying about being in church?</b><br />
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Yes. Well, I do have the dogs to walk with.<br />
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<b>So.. then, you are taking care of a responsibility WHILE you are enjoying my gift and talking with me?</b><br />
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Yes. But it's been a while since I've gone to church and I miss it.<br />
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<b>But not enough to go?</b><br />
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Not exactly.... it's more like deciding where. I have multiple choices within an hour's driving time. And I work that far away so much. I like being home when I can.<br />
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<b>You have choices closer to home, surely.</b><br />
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Yes, I think so - but not the religion I was raised in. That I am familiar with.<br />
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<b>So?</b><br />
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Okay - I hear you. I don't care about that so much in the grand scheme of things. But I don't know anyone I feel close to who attends anywhere closer. And I think it's about community, right?<br />
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<b>Okay - I see you are conflicted. But if I understand correctly... you are wanting to feel community with someone before you gather to worship me. </b><br />
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Yes. But I can't help feeling that the answer will come to me eventually if I am patient.<br />
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<b>And faithful?</b><br />
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Yes.<br />
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<b>Well... aren't you doing that?</b><br />
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What?<br />
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<b>Being patient and faithful. Well, faithful anyway. You are enjoying my beautiful gift and talking with me. AND worrying about worshiping me correctly. </b><br />
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Okay - now I sound silly.<br />
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<b>Yes, sometimes. But I love you. And I appreciate your concern. AND your fathfulness. Now one more thing...</b><br />
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Yes?<br />
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<b>Stop worrying. And be patient. And keep talking to me. I have this.</b><br />
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<br />kvanattahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317185475817453723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846980685323471038.post-36210366052965359952015-05-18T11:04:00.003-04:002015-05-18T11:04:54.283-04:00Don't Let Them Steal Your JoyGod?<br />
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I am SO ANGRY!<br />
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This evening I was thanked for a compliment I gave.... and the conversation twisted around to a critique of how I parent my children.<br />
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Which is bugging me.<br />
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<i>Why is that bugging you? You think hard about what you do... and you make choices about it.</i><br />
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True...<br />
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<i>Is the criticism valid?</i><br />
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I don't think so - not completely. I mean it is something I struggle with.<br />
Enabling.<br />
You know that.<br />
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The line between enabling and helping.<br />
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<i>Right. You DO struggle with it.</i><br />
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<i>But again, is the criticism valid?</i><br />
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I still don't think so. I mean... in my head.. enabling prevents a child from standing on their own two feet. Like welfare. Handing out so much that a kid can't stand on their own. <br />
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<i>Do you do that?</i><br />
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No. But I won't let them starve. Or be stranded by the side of the road. Isn't that what family means? That you have somewhere to go when you don't know where else to turn?<br />
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<i>Sounds like you made your choice.</i><br />
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<i>So why exactly are you angry?</i><br />
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I think because the criticism came from someone who has benefited greatly from my parenting style. From someone who has evidently forgotten what it was like when they were young.<br />
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<i>Yeah, that's pretty common. Humans do like to work their way out of a situation and forget what was behind them.</i><br />
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God?<br />
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<i>Yes?</i><br />
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Don't let me forget, okay? I don't want to forget. I also remember what it was like to feel so certain about things. Like parenting.<br />
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<i>If you don't want to forget, you won't. </i><br />
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<i>But do something for me.</i><br />
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What?<br />
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<i>Don't let someone else's journey screw up yours. You made your choice. You are satisfied with your reasons. That's enough.</i><br />
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<i>Don't let them steal your joy.</i><br />
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Okay. <br />
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Thanks, God.<br />
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<br />kvanattahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317185475817453723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846980685323471038.post-4406399341584340112015-04-03T06:51:00.000-04:002015-04-03T06:51:00.098-04:00#13 Jesus is Taken Down from the Cross<div style="text-align: center;">
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But they loved you, Jesus.</div>
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They lovingly brought your body down from that cross and claimed it as their own.</div>
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They did not understand what had happened but they loved you anyway. </div>
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Even now........ when they were absolutely sure...... that you could NOT be the long-awaited Messiah.</div>
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When I think about all the people on that day.... the oblivious holiday revelers, the worried high priests and elders, the Romans who just wanted to make sure there were no riots, the grieving women, the frightened friends who came back at the end.... I wonder who I would have been. In my life, I have been all of them. Of course, I would want to be one of the loyal ones who stayed with you all the way. But I would also like to be one of the frightened friends.... who loved you enough to come back for forgiveness... because we know that you forgive. You show us how to love and forgive.... the feeling of being forgiven is only outweighed by the feeling of forgiving... you show us that too. Help me to love like you do!</div>
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Amen!<br />
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<a href="http://kvanatta1.blogspot.com/2011/04/14-jesus-is-laid-in-tomb.html">#14 Jesus is Laid in the Tomb </a></div>
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<br />kvanattahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317185475817453723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846980685323471038.post-18496065014827443112015-04-02T20:40:00.000-04:002015-04-02T20:40:00.141-04:00#12 Jesus Dies on the Cross<div style="text-align: center;">
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This is it, Jesus.</div>
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I am tired from my early walk and I am hungry. My stomach churns as I contemplate what has happened to you.</div>
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It all comes down to right here, right now.</div>
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Where are your friends, Jesus? Are you thinking of them?</div>
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Do you feel the despair that would fill any of us?</div>
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Did anyone there that day really know what was happening? Their savior was killed. The Romans and the high priest would be looking for your friends. When you died, your followers were lost. Everything they believed in, everything they thought about you, came crashing down around their heads. What happened that day was beyond their understanding.... just like it is now for us. Incomprehensible love. Help me to love when I don't understand what is happening to me!</div>
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Amen.<br />
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<a href="http://kvanatta1.blogspot.com/2011/04/13-jesus-is-taken-down-from-cross.html">#13 Jesus is Taken Down from the Cross</a> </div>
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<a href="http://kvanatta1.blogspot.com/2011/04/12-jesus-dies-on-cross.html">#12 Jesus Dies on the Cross</a> </div>
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<a href="http://kvanatta1.blogspot.com/2011/04/11-jesus-is-nailed-to-cross.html">#11 Jesus is Nailed to the Cross</a> </div>
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Help me be like you. As I grow older and older, I fall over and over. The pain of getting back up again gets worse and worse. Nothing at all like you went through, of course... but my pain is my pain... and it gets harder to keep going. I want to be like you. I want to be strong enough to stay on the path God has chosen for me.</div>
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<a href="http://kvanatta1.blogspot.com/2011/04/10-jesus-is-stripped-of-his-garments.html">#10 Jesus Is Stripped of His Garments</a> </div>
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I want to be steadfast. I want to stay with you. You understand us in our weakness. You know that strong people sometimes are weak and run away.... and that powerless people sometimes have nothing to lose so it is easier to stay with you. Too many times I am like your friends. I am blessed and strong and following you causes me discomfort. Help me be like the women. Following you to the end, whatever that might be, whatever that might cost.<br />
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She couldn't stop the proceedings.. she couldn't help you. </div>
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She might even have been shoved back by soldiers or others in the crowd simply for coming forward.<br />
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I want to believe like Veronica. I do believe that I will be healed by you. Sometimes I even KNOW it. But sometimes in the darkness of my heart, I doubt. Sometimes I despair. If my belief is true and strong, like Veronica's, there can be no doubt or despair..... just FAITH. Help me believe when that belief makes no sense.... when the world is crashing down around me.... when happiness and joy look impossible. Help me be like Veronica, stepping forward to help you in any way that I can.... making this world a better place.<br />
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<a href="http://kvanatta1.blogspot.com/2011/04/7-jesus-falls-for-2nd-time.html">#7 Jesus Falls for the Second Time</a></div>
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kvanattahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317185475817453723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846980685323471038.post-13244486699652191022015-03-26T04:00:00.000-04:002015-03-26T09:56:55.152-04:00#5 Simon the Cyrenian Helps Jesus Carry His Cross <br />
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Simon, a Cyrenian from that Greek colony in Libya, a stranger, a foreigner stepped forward to help. </div>
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I will help you carry your cross. Or, should I say MY cross? All the little things you ask me to do that I find distasteful.... or cumbersome... or simply annoying. None of them compare to the cross you took up for me. That cross that Simon took from your shoulders. Please help me SMILE while I carry my own cross. My heart and spirit are willing.... but sometimes I am not faithful. Please help me be steadfast in my promise!</div>
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<a href="http://kvanatta1.blogspot.com/2011/04/6-veronica-wipes-face-of-jesus.html">#6 Veronica Wipes the Face of Jesus</a></div>
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She was my best friend... my confidant... my first, greatest and most constant supporter.<br />
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She died 19 years ago and I still think of her every day.<br />
I lost a part of me that day. I still have her, I know this.... but her death was a major loss to me.</div>
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Jesus, I can only imagine how you must have felt. You were beaten and bloody.<br />
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Your mother is a wonderful example of what mothers should be. Believing in you, loving you, staying to the very end, offering whatever she had to give.... help me be a person like that. Help me be that supportive of my family and friends.</div>
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<a href="http://kvanatta1.blogspot.com/2011/04/7-simon-cyrenian-helps-jesus-carry-his.html">#5 Simon the Cyrenian Helps Jesus Carry His Cross </a></div>
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<span data-jsid="text"> My crosses are so small compared to yours. Please help me trust in God like you did and take up my cross and keep moving! Help me remember that I am never alone unless I turn away from you... and then... I have made a choice, a bad choice! Help me always stay open so your love can reach me!</span></div>
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<a href="http://kvanatta1.blogspot.com/2011/04/3-jesus-falls-for-first-time.html"><span data-jsid="text">#3 Jesus Falls For the First Time </span></a></div>
kvanattahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317185475817453723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846980685323471038.post-79385362458937977242015-03-22T05:34:00.000-04:002015-03-24T10:44:15.589-04:00#1. Jesus Is Condemned to DeathJesus,<br />
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I cannot even imagine what you must have been feeling. Totally innocent, totally pure, totally loving... and totally betrayed. </div>
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Standing in front of all those officials.... and a crowd of onlookers... you were all alone. No one came with you. None of your friends. None of the people who swore they believed in you.</div>
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Condemned to death for the crime of loving us. Everything was bleak and frightening. Were you thinking of your cousin John at that moment? Remembering what happened to him?</div>
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Fully divine and fully human..... did you know what would happen next on this journey you were embarking on? What love you must have for us to keep going! You could have stopped the whole process at any moment... but you allowed it to play out because you loved us and trusted the Father.</div>
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Dear Jesus, </div>
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I can never thank you enough for what you did to save me.<br />
Help me be strong enough and brave enough to stay on the path the Father has set for me....<br />
just like you did.<br />
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Amen!<br />
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<a href="http://kvanatta1.blogspot.com/2011/04/2-jesus-takes-up-his-cross.html">#2 Jesus Takes Up His Cross</a> </div>
kvanattahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317185475817453723noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846980685323471038.post-33253866029683542882015-01-05T07:44:00.000-05:002015-01-07T07:45:03.989-05:00On the Twelfth Day of Christmas... <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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TWELVE drummers drumming <br />
eleven pipers piping<br />
ten Lords a-leaping<br />
nine ladies dancing<br />
eight maids a-milking<br />
seven swans a-swimming<br />
six geese a-laying..<br />
FIVE golden rings<br />
four calling birds<br />
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And, finally, on Day twelve, we have the twelve points in the Apostles Creed. The Apostle's Creed is one of the oldest creeds historically, dating in its earliest form back to the second century. Therefore its roots belong to all Christians. I leave it to my readers to argue the finer points of translation or acceptance (perhaps a set of reflections for another day)!<br />
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In a metaphorical sense, I see the eleven pipers announcing the big drums.. (or the faithful apostles handing down these twelve points of faith. <br />
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At any rate, the twelve points contained in the Apostles Creed are as follows:<br />
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1. I believe in God, the Father Almighty, creator of heaven and earth.<br />
2. I believe in Jesus Christ, his only son, our Lord.<br />
3. He was conceived by the Holy Spirit and born of the virgin Mary<br />
4. He suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried. He descended into hell.<br />
5. On the third day, he rose from the dead. He ascended into heaven where he sits at the right hand of God the Father.<br />
6. He will return to judge the living and the dead.<br />
7. I believe in the Holy Spirit.<br />
8. I believe in the holy catholic church.<br />
9. I believe in the communion of saints.<br />
10. I believe in the forgiveness of sins.<br />
11. I believe in the resurrection of the body.<br />
12. I believe in life everlasting.<br />
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Dear God,<br />
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Thank you for this statement of faith. I find it interesting to ponder all these different statements. I am not sure I have the capacity to even understand some of them. But help me to grow and learn.<br />
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Help me to keep an open mind in that I neither pray these words without thinking about them.... nor automatically reject what I do not understand. <br />
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This statement of faith has survived centuries. It is worthy of some of my time and brain space to ponder! Lead me to truth...... Amen.<br />
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kvanattahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317185475817453723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846980685323471038.post-41423263534229666082015-01-04T10:30:00.000-05:002015-01-07T07:45:23.124-05:00Epiphany!One of the things I love most about my Catholic tradition and observance is the season of Christmas. We love everything about the season and have little trouble incorporating other worldly traditions within our celebration season.<br />
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Kick it off with Santa Claus (or St Nick, or Father Christmas, or Sinterklauss)? Sure!<br />
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That doesn't really take away from the birth of the baby Jesus unless we allow it to. Because it isn't really even about the birth - because we don't really know when that was anyway...<br />
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It's about the second coming.<br />
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It's about Jesus in our lives.. past, present and future...<br />
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The Christmas season merely begins with Christmas Day - not ends with it.<br />
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We continue to use the seasonal motifs to celebrate, to ponder, to approach life with childlike wonder.<br />
We celebrate the Birth of Our Lord on Christmas Day, the Feast of the Holy Family on the Sunday between Christmas and New Years Day.... and the Feast of Mary, the Mother of God as we begin our new calendar year<br />
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We end the Christmas season with the Feast of the Epiphany - followed up by the Baptism of Our Lord as the first observance in Ordinary Time. Our liturgical calendar follows the life of Jesus.<br />
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But back to Christmas season.... I love that we celebrate and think about the family as an integral part of our lives... and we meditate on how to make our families a place of health and peace the way God intended it to be.<br />
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I love that we spend the time searching.<br />
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And we end when we find the truth as the 3 (or 12) wise men (or kings) did.... it's not about the historical details.. not really.<br />
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It's about the search for Jesus in our lives.... along with the celebration that he is here... right now.<br />
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And it's about the certain knowledge that Jesus belongs to the world.. not the select few who have performed the perfect rites... or said the magic words... or followed any rule set down by humans. He belongs to all of us.<br />
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If you are a Christian.. you know your belief and you can end your Christmas celebration with remembering what you find.<br />
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We are all children of God. And there is nothing we can do to change that. We are beloved by virtue of our birth.<br />
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Period.<br />
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And that is certainly worth celebrating!kvanattahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317185475817453723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846980685323471038.post-51965376592470688262015-01-04T08:01:00.000-05:002015-01-07T07:17:52.794-05:00On the Eleventh Day of Christmas...<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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ELEVEN pipers piping<br />
ten Lords a-leaping<br />
nine ladies dancing<br />
eight maids a-milking<br />
seven swans a-swimming<br />
six geese a-laying..<br />
FIVE golden rings<br />
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The eleven pipers piping refer to the eleven faithful apostles:<br />
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1. Simon (or Peter)<br />
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4. John<br />
5. Philip<br />
6. Bartholomew<br />
7. Thomas<br />
8. Matthew<br />
9. James the Younger<br />
10. Thaddeus<br />
11. Simon the Zealot<br />
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I find it important to know the names of these men.. because most of us can only name one or two - and all of us know #12 - Judas. These were ordinary men in their society... fishermen, tax collector, scribe, some related, some strangers, a revolutionary, some hot-headed and impulsive, some quiet and reflective, a teenager, a skeptic... a good cross-section of ordinary people. We have to wonder what it was about Jesus that brought these men together.... probably the same things that bring us together today.<br />
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But it is Judas I think about. The traitor. But I wonder if we can't call him the first and foremost traitor. Because at the end of the road, only John stood with Jesus' mother at the foot of the cross.<br />
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I have read a lot about Judas and I wonder if he wasn't fully human doing what he thought was right and getting it all balled up. Like maybe he trusted the religious establishment and felt that the safest place for Jesus that particular night was locked up and protected by his own people. Maybe he did all the wrong things for very human and fearful reasons. And, like we all do many times, didn't bother talking with his friends.... just blindly moved forward making decisions for somebody else..<br />
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Maybe he really was evil... but I tend to believe he was human.<br />
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Dear God,</div>
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Whatever did you think when Jesus picked these men to stand by his side. AND then left them behind to carry your work forward in the world?</div>
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I am grateful that your logic is not the same as mine. There is no way I would have chosen - specifically by name - these particular men in this particular time. But Look! Their efforts continue today. Your Son walked here on the earth more than 2000 years ago - and thanks to you, of course, and these men (and their families!), the work continues. This is nothing short of amazing!</div>
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Please help me remember that my little efforts mean something. Every little smile, every good and positive action, every time I do something to bring joy into the world... these efforts are like drops in the pool to build your kingdom. Because I too was chosen.</div>
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And have mercy on me, God. Because like Judas, I can ball things up too... for right AND wrong reasons... that make sense to me at the time. Help me make good choices - but again, have mercy on me when I make the wrong ones. Amen,</div>
kvanattahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317185475817453723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846980685323471038.post-36705463370765721602015-01-03T07:52:00.000-05:002015-01-03T07:52:21.311-05:00On the Tenth Day of Christmas<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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TEN Lords a-leaping<br />
nine ladies dancing<br />
eight maids a-milking<br />
seven swans a-swimming<br />
six geese a-laying..<br />
FIVE golden rings<br />
four calling birds<br />
three French hens<br />
two turtledoves<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">If you follow Jesus, you know that he came to clarify the law of Moses as written in the Old Testament. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">In the sermon on the Mount (Matthew Chapter 5 - where Jesus listed the Beatitudes.. see Day 8), he also spent a good deal of time talking about the Commandments. He explains them in the light of love, how they relate to a life of following God.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">And he explains again, in Matthew Chapter 22. Some of the church elders were trying to trick and discredit him by asking him the greatest commandment. (If the TEN were critical, how could Jesus choose ONE?)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">But Jesus was clear.. and addressed all ten. They can be summarized into TWO</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">Matt 22: 37-40</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> "You shall love the Lord, your God, with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind. This is the greatest and first commandment." [SUMMARIZES #1-3]</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> "The second is like it, "You shall love your neighbor as yourself." The whole law and the prophets depend on these two commandments." [SUMMARIZES #4-10] </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">Dear God,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> Here I am... still asking for help! You are the one with all the answers..... and I have all the questions. Which to follow? Clearly the ten commandments are important... and clearly Jesus came to make sure we understand how to follow you. Why is daily life not clear to me? Why am I filled with questions? How do I know which rule to follow?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> Gifts, laws, fruits, books, virtues..... how do I know what to apply to which decision?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> My trouble with the commandments is simple. Most of it doesn't really apply.... I never really had to worry about killing people... envy is harder but more internal. Lying - well I always get caught so I don't do it... (bad reason, I know - but an HONEST one.) So I struggle with them - you have to INTERPRET them to make them work for you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> Thank you for the gift of Jesus to make it clear... love God and love my neighbor... (AND MYSELF, but that is another prayer!).</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> If it isn't of LOVE, it isn't of YOU. Help me show your love in my little everyday life. Amen.</span><br />
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<br />kvanattahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317185475817453723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846980685323471038.post-61865278262830823152015-01-02T07:51:00.000-05:002015-01-03T07:52:06.415-05:00On the Ninth Day of Christmas<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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NINE ladies dancing<br />
eight maids a-milking<br />
seven swans a-swimming<br />
six geese a-laying..<br />
FIVE golden rings<br />
four calling birds<br />
three French hens<br />
two turtledoves<br />
and a partridge in a pear tree<br />
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The NINE ladies dancing refers to the nine fruits of the Holy Spirit mentioned in St Paul's letter to the Galatians:<br />
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<b> <a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="56005022">In contrast, the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness,</a>
</b><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="56005023"><b><span class="bcv">23</span>gentleness, self-control. Against such there is no law</b><sup><b>." </b> Gal 5:22-23 NABRE</sup></a><br />
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1. Love<br />
2. Joy<br />
3. Peace<br />
4. Patience<br />
5. Kindness<br />
6. Generosity<br />
7. Faithfulness<br />
8. Gentleness<br />
9. Self-Control<br />
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St. Paul was telling the people of Galatia how to live their lives as new Christians. He specified these characteristics as traits by which one could recognize people filled with the Holy Spirit. He contrasts these "fruits" with envy and greed and anger and lack of self-control.<br />
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The way of the world versus the way of the Spirit.<br />
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St Paul was being persecuted by legal authorities. He was also being
harassed by religious ones as the new religion was coming to life. His
letter was about discerning choices: Does the law (or conventional
choice / requirement) produce one of the fruits listed? If not.... why
are you doing it?<br />
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We can tell God's people by their fruits. <br />
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Dear God,<br />
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Our lives are made up of little choices. Every minute of every day is made up of a choice. To smile or not to smile. To be angry or not to be angry. To smile and help a family member or to grumble and refuse... (or to grumble and do it anyway :-) <br />
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Help me see the FRUIT, God. Help me make the choices that mark me as one of your own who is filled with the Holy Spirit. Help me CHOOSE WILLINGLY the path to love... to joy.. to self-control. <br />
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And help me discern the fruits of those around me. The world is a tricky place and people are often not what they portray themselves to be. Regardless of religious or political affiliation, the FRUITS of people's actions are what I need use to make judgments.<br />
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I ask you now, God. Help me make my life bear your fruit. Help me live a life that will show the world your love. Amen.<br />
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EIGHT maids a-milking<br />
seven swans a-swimming<br />
six geese a-laying..<br />
FIVE golden rings<br />
four calling birds<br />
three French hens<br />
two turtledoves<br />
and a partridge in a pear tree<br />
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<![endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">Eight maids a-milking refers to the lessons Jesus gave us in the sermon on the mount.... detailed in the gospel of Matthew 5:3-10. Eight lessons - know as the Beatitudes. They are as follows:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">1, Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">2. Blessed are they who mourn, for they will be comforted.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">3. Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">4. Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be satisfied.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">5. Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">6. Blessed are the clean of heart, for they will see God.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">7. Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">8. Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.</span><br />
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Here is a clear example of Jesus re-framing conventional wisdom. There is nothing here that suggests that rich people, people in power, strong people... will be blessed! <br />
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Blessed are the humble..... Blessed are the sad and depressed.... Blessed are the innocents... Blessed are the kind and compassionate.<br />
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Jesus was a revolutionary.<br />
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Dear God,<br />
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These Beatitudes of yours - they don't feel right. They are absolutely
NOT the way this world works! Why is it that your way isn't the way
that I want it to go? Why don't I naturally think like you?<br />
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I need a lot of help with these. I want to be first. I want to be strong. I want to be in charge. I do NOT want to be sad or lonely or depressed or persecuted.<br />
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Yet, I want to yours. And I want to follow Jesus.<br />
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I have heard the Beatitudes described as "BE" attitudes... Help me take these words of Jesus to heart... NOT to be sad as much as to be kind and compassionate with those who ARE sad. Help me fight for justice - NOT worldly justice, but the justice that lives in the LOVE Jesus taught us... the justice rooted in compassion.<br />
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Today I will memorize the Beatitudes.... I will remember the EIGHT.. and I will remember that Jesus was a counter-cultural revolutionary. <br />
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If conventional wisdom says one thing, I will use the Beatitudes Jesus taught us as a lens to re-think the issue. What Jesus said will be my guide. Amen.<br />
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kvanattahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317185475817453723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846980685323471038.post-25948548451350748952014-12-31T07:56:00.000-05:002014-12-31T07:56:00.049-05:00On the Seventh Day of Christmas...<div style="padding-left: 30px;">
..my true love gave to me....<br />
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SEVEN swans a-swimming<br />
six geese a-laying..<br />
FIVE golden rings<br />
four calling birds<br />
three French hens<br />
two turtledoves<br />
and a partridge in a pear tree<br />
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<b>SEVEN.. for the gifts of the Holy Spirit.</b>.. There is some debate about the actual number of gifts from a couple of sources in the New Testament letters.. so I go all the way back to Isaiah 11:2-3a, where the gifts are applied to "the root of Jesse" in the foretelling of Jesus' coming..(which is 6.. and piety was added later)<br />
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"The spirit of the L<small>ORD</small> shall rest upon him:
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a spirit of wisdom and of understanding,</div>
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A spirit of counsel and of strength,</div>
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a spirit of knowledge and of fear of the L<small>ORD</small>,</div>
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<b>1. Wisdom</b><br />
<b>2. Understanding</b><br />
<b>3. Counsel</b><br />
<b>4. Fortitude </b><br />
<b>5. Knowledge</b><br />
<b>6. Piety</b><br />
<b>7. Fear of the Lord</b><br />
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Gifts of the Holy Spirit..... in a sense, they are internal 'gifts' or abilities, to recognize the abstract qualities of our lives.... things that are not tangible.. things we cannot see..... Qualities of life that require some faith! Christians believe these gifts are bestowed in Baptism.<br />
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Wisdom, understanding and knowledge often confuse me. Aren't they the same said three ways?<br />
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No.... <b>wisdom</b> is an inner life-sense of valuing faith. <b>Understanding</b> allows us some comprehension of the workings of the universe, a limited comprehension of what we believe in. And <b>knowledge</b>, well, knowledge gives us a broader perspective. With knowledge, sometimes we can grasp a "God" view of a situation rather than our own limited personal... humanly logical... view.<br />
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<b>Counsel</b> doesn't mean you give advice..... counsel means you can receive it! That little inner voice - maybe you call it conscience or a hunch - I call it the Holy Spirit... THAT is counsel. You have it already - do you listen to it enough to live according to your beliefs?<br />
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<b>Fortitude</b> - or strength - is a gift that allows you to be strong enough to live according to your belief system.<br />
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<b>Fear of the Lord</b>..... not fear like being afraid! Fear, like respect.... of parents, of authority. We want to do the right thing to please God. We know already that God loves us. We are not in charge of life itself. We can pretend to be in control - but knowing TRUTH means we know we are NOT in control of much of anything.<br />
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<b>Piety</b> is a good addition. It doesn't need to be in Isaiah because he was foretelling the coming of the Messiah - and we are NOT IT. Piety adds a good dose of humility to the picture. We have the gift of recognizing that we are not in control - of giving that control to God. Willingly.... trustingly.... piety helps us have faith.<br />
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Dear God,</div>
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Sometimes life is way too hard for me. I just don't get it. Why are things so confusing?</div>
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When Jesus rose into heaven on Pentecost, he promised we wouldn't be left alone. The Holy Spirit fulfills this promise. These gifts we received allow us some measure of peace.... IF we allow it.</div>
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I am grateful for these gifts you have given me, even though I don't really understand them. How can I? Please help me accept them, help me believe in them, and help me use them daily as I confront the material world I live in!</div>
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The gifts are all about helping me be a better person with a greater understanding and love of you. Help me go there.<br />
Amen.</div>
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