This prayer has been on Lectio 365 for several weeks. It’s impact hits me only occasionally. And then WHAM! it hits me just what we are praying.
Lord Jesus Christ, alive though you died, meet with me now, speak to me now, and grant me your peace, both here in these moments of prayer, and throughout the day to come. Amen
“Alive though you died.” Revelation 1:18 Did you catch that? We are speaking in prayer to the risen King. He died. He rose again. He dwells with us and lives in us through the Holy Spirit.
“Meet with me now.” Christ is able to do that.
“Speak with me now.” Nothing is too difficult for the King of kings. Jeremiah 32:17 Open my ears to hear you I pray.
“Grant me your peace.” Regardless of what this day or hour or week may bring, your peace please. That peace that is beyond all understanding. Philippians 4:7
Lord Jesus Christ, alive though you died. Yes, I truly believe this prayer and the outrageous claims of Jesus. After three days dead he did rebuild the temple of his body. Complete with scars inflicted by man upon his hands and feet and side. He came and was seen by the disciples. He ate meals with them, even cooked a meal for them on the beach! He showed them his scars beautified by the Father. And this same Savior is with us today, decades and centuries later.
The Collect for this past week at church read:
O God, you have prepared for those who love you such good things as surpass our understanding: Pour into our hearts such love towards you, that we, loving you in all things and above all things, may obtain your promises, which exceed all that we can desire; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.
Certainly gives us plenty of meat to ponder for our journey this week! “Loving you in all things and above all things.”Help me do just that Lord.
God is so good and wants to give good things to us. Matthew 7:11 NRSVUE
Seek him and you will find him when you seek for him with all of your heart. Jeremiah 29:13 NRSVUE He will not disappoint us.
I never learned how to cook for two once the kids left home. Many of our neighbors benefit from this lack in my education. I asked one man recently, “Aren’t you glad I never learned to cook for two?”
Recently pork tenderloin was on sale. I bought one for cooking after our vacation. I usually sear it on the grill to lock in the flavors. For this version I inserted slices of lemon and onion between the partial slices before baking. I sprinkled those same areas with Lemon Pepper marinade and kosher salt. I baked it, basting after 20 minutes with butter. Baked another 20 minutes. Meat thermometer said it was not done enough when we needed to leave the house. I baked it a while longer. When cooled I poured off the juices to make a gravy.
I was cooking this with one neighbor in mind who loves lemon. I made a lemon mushroom gravy to go with the slices. That was a new attempt for me! I used strained broth from the baking, fresh lemon juice, lemon zest, lemon pepper marinade in the gravy as I had done on the meat. I think it tastes pretty good. Seriously different! Wonder if I can ever make it again with a good outcome? I sliced the meat into portions and poured some gravy into each zip lock bag.
The neighbor who loves lemon got it first. Then another neighbor who has two little kiddos and needed a break from cooking on Mother’s Day. Another neighbor in his 80s who needs to gain weight gets a portion. We will have the rest.
We like to eat tenderloin as a meat with potatoes and vegetable. Or we slice it up and eat it in dinner salads. Can’t go wrong, especially when they put it on sale!
My friend wants to learn how to make the twice baked potatoes I often make and freeze. I use baking potatoes of a good size. If I am planning 6 potatoes I bake 7 so I have plenty for the filling.
Bake them thoroughly at 350 degrees. After they cool a bit I cut an oval in the top of each potato. I scoop out the inside into a mixing bowl, reserving the shell to fill. Each shell gets sprinkled inside with Lawry’s seasoned salt and a pinch of shredded cheddar cheese and set aside.
For the filling I whip the baked potato centers with milk, butter, cream cheese, Lawry’s seasoned salt, white pepper, and cheddar cheese shreds. Portions of those vary depending upon the size of the potatoes I use. Keep tasting the filling and you will find what portions you like best. I try to go easy on the salt. (Those store bought twice baked always seem to have salt as their major spice! Ugh!)
I refill the skins making certain the filling goes over the top edge. (If there is filling leftover I put it in a greased baking dish for us to enjoy without the skin.) I roll them in cheese before placing in a baking dish and baking them a second time. The second baking is to warm them through and melt the cheese. After that I serve the potatoes or cool and freeze for another day.
They always seem to be a hit whenever I serve or share them. Must admit I am starting to drool thinking about them!
Not mine, but close!
So if meat and potatoes is not your thing, I apologize. If you are vegetarian perhaps you would like to try the potatoes only!
A new friend told me a story recently at a church dinner. We were talking about cooking. She said after her husband died she stopped cooking. I said I am thinking if Bob dies first I might give it up also. Once a person at church told her about a man who they thought was lonely. Perhaps she could have a meal with him? A dinner place was chosen and the two of them met at the restaurant. He was recently widowed. He asked her if she liked to cook .She told him she never cooked any more. Again during the meal he asked doesn’t she like to cook at all? She said not really. Finally he proclaimed that perhaps if she had a new set of pots and pans she would cook again! She adamantly stated she had no interest in cooking again. Seems he wanted a woman in his life to cook for him?!? They did not go out together after that.
I do not want new pots and pans but I might not object to getting my knives sharpened! Guess I better call the man who did it last time and make certain he is still in the business. With arthritis I need all the help I can get cutting things up! And yes, Bob is willing to help. He just is not always home when I want to prepare something. He likes sharp knives, too.
Last year at Christmas Bob thought it would be fun to own a dash camera. I was unimpressed. He has enjoyed driving around town with it. Then he hit upon the idea of recording our time in the Smokys. I encouraged him, “Why not?”
On our last drive through Cades Cove, after the ranger comfort station, we got behind a car going 10 mph. He went 15 tops. We kept hoping he would use a pullout and let us and the huge line of cars behind us pass him. He did not.
We thought about flashing our lights, honking, putting on turn signal. We did not. Frustrated to 10th degree we tried to imagine was it their first time there and they were fascinated? Afraid they’d miss something? We imagined she was dying and this was the last time she would see this? Anything to keep our blood pressures down and try to find grace for these persons.
We got to the end of the Cades Cove Loop road and they signaled for campground then changed their mind. We groaned in agony fearing they would go this slow all the way back to Townsend.
screenshot of video recording
Then they turned into a picnic area to which we cried, “Let them!”
screenshot of dash cam video
We slowed at the yield sign. As we began to pull out on main road a bear cub jumped in front of our car. Bob missed him and saw another on the hillside.
We eventually decided there was such a long time since a car had gone past the mom probably decided it was safe to cross the road and then we broke through the clog. If we had not been delayed for so long behind that creeping slow car we would not have seen these cubs.
As we traveled down the main road we imagined conversations. “We were not planning on cub patties this evening.” “Really Ranger, we did not mean to hit him!” It was a close encounter of the kind we would not want. Imagine the car damage and THE PAPERWORK!!
How difficult is it to extend grace to someone who frustrates you? Whew! The Lord insists that we love as God loves us, that as we forgive we are forgiven. Matthew 6: 14-15 Have you ever had a frustrating experience that later you become thankful for?
For if you forgive other people when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. 15 But if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins. Matthew 6:14-15 NIV
βA new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. 35 By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.β John 13:34-35 NIV
Hoping you will cruise slowly through this day and take in all the sights!
Holy God, the source and giver of all wisdom, in your love, give to each of us a hearing heart and the will to listen deeply for your guidance, that the decisions we make will honor you, and our life together give you joy as we serve, praying in your Name. Amen.
I heard this at my most recent retreat and was arrested by the sentiment of a hearing heart. If you are a frequent reader of this blog you know I have been writing about listening and ears and the whole concept for a couple of months now.
A hearing heart.
The will to listen deeply for guidance.
Oh yes, and the strength to trust and obey what we hear!
Many religious institutions are in transition as fewer men and women seek to follow and serve God through ordination or monastic life. So I ask that you pray for these friends who have been so crucial and instrumental in my formation as a follower of Christ. You can meet them at the link below.
Almighty and everlasting God, we pray you, bless your servants, the Associates of the Community of the Transfiguration. Pour your grace into our hearts, O Lord, that we may know and do your will.Β Guide, strengthen and protect us by your Holy Spirit, that we may walk in your ways all the days of our life and in the end be brought to life eternal, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
We visited Great Smoky Mountains National Park last week. It was wonderful. Bob let me experiment with one of his cameras. I needed lots of coaching! When we created the cover for the book Poems we discovered that the iPhone photos I mainly take did not have enough dpi (dots per inch) to create a good book photo cover. So I set about learning a new skill. Tried to relax as I fudged the photo up then took it again, repeatedly.
The opening photo is from New Found Gap, elevation 5,048 feet. We had to travel there to see most of my favorite spring flowers. With global warming they had already bloomed and faded at the lower elevations. First photo is a hillside just covered by May Apples that were still in bloom.
Just before we arrived I had read this selection from The Edges of His Ways by Amy Carmichael: April 26
Sometimes we wake feeling “down,” and we feel like that all day long for no reason that we can discover, only it is so. It is useless to try to feel different; trying does not touch feelings. It is useless to argue with oneself; feelings elude arguments. Be patientβfeelings are like the mists that cover the mountains in misty weather. The mists pass; the mountains abide. Turn to your Father; tell Him you know that He loves you whether you feel it or not, and that you know that He is with you whether you feel His presence or not. “I beseech Thee,” said one long ago, “let the power of my Lord be great, according as Thou hast spoken, saying, . . .” I suggest that you ask the Holy Spirit to bring some “saying” of His to your mind that has helped you in the past. That saying wherein He has caused us to trust, “the same is my comfort in my trouble: for Thy word hath quickened me.” Our Lord can enable us so to live that of our inward “toil and dejection” others see nothing.
photo by r m dutina
“The mists pass; the mountains abide.”
I do love the writing of Amy Carmichael! The Lord can enable us so to live that others see nothing of our inward toil and dejection. I am certainly not there yet, but it is a lofty goal. Amy Carmichael suffered “For most of her life, she suffered from a nerve condition called neuralgia, which caused chronic pain, fatigue, and migraines. Then, due to a spine injury, she was bedridden and in severe pain for the last twenty years of her life.” Today Neuralgia is defined “Neuralgia is the medical term for severe, shooting pain that occurs due to a damaged or irritated nerve. Neuralgia can affect any part of the body, causing mild to severe pain.”
Then a spine injury that left her bedridden for 20 years?!? I can hardly imagine. Yet she carried on her Christian ministry in India and wrote booklets that comfort us even to this day.
Lord, thank you for her life and writings. Thank you that she is no longer suffering with pain. Bless her memory I pray.
Have you ever noticed a Bible verse repeating over and over again in your life?
In our recent readings for the Second Sunday of Easter we read Psalm 16. Verse 11 is especially meaningful to me.
“You show me the path of life. Β Β Β Β In your presence there is fullness of joy; Β Β Β Β in your right hand are pleasures forevermore.” Psalm 16:11 NRSVUE
When I skipped church as a young teenager and walked the paths in the park worshiping God, it seemed as if David’s experience was my experience, too.
In 1993 I attended a silent retreat. When Psalm 16 came up I felt led to take verse 8 with me and practice God’s presence as I walked the Convent grounds.
I keep theΒ LordΒ always before me; Β Β Β Β because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved. Psalm 16:8 NRSVUE
The practice that day deepened my faith and my trust in this God who is always at my right hand. Isaiah 42: 6 verses a and b go along with this verse.
βI am theΒ Lord, I have called you in righteousness, Β Β Β Β I have taken you by the hand and kept you…”
When I attended the Jewish funeral service for our dear “Aunt Cloty Gutman” in May, 2002 they read this Psalm. I was deeply touched as I remembered again that we both shared trust in this God whom David extolled.
The path of life, fullness of joy, pleasures forevermore … why would I seek after anything else?
I learned early in life that the God of Jesus is Who I wanted to seek. After dabbling in things of the world and even tasting the occult, I realized that only Jesus is eternal. Only God Almighty is going on forever. That is Who I want to follow. That is Who I want as my leader.
Protect me, God, for you are my refuge. 2Β I said toΒ Adonai, βYou are my Lord; I have nothing good outside of you.β 3Β The holy people in the land are the ones who are worthy of honor; all my pleasure is in them.
4Β Those who run after another god multiply their sorrows; To such gods I will not offer drink offerings of blood or take their names on my lips.
5Β Adonai, my assigned portion, my cup: you safeguard my share. 6Β Pleasant places were measured out for me; I am content with my heritage.
7Β I blessΒ Adonai, my counselor; at night my inmost being instructs me. 8Β I always setΒ AdonaiΒ before me; with him at my right hand, I can never be moved; 9Β so my heart is glad, my glory rejoices, and my body too rests in safety; 10Β for you will not abandon me to Shβol, you will not let your faithful one see the Abyss. 11Β You make me know the path of life; in your presence is unbounded joy, in your right hand eternal delight. The Complete Jewish Bible
When we listen to people, our own language softens. Listening may be the cardinal act of giving. Paul Hawken
Our church offers personal prayer once a month at all three services. This fell into disuse recently when the leader had to step down and no one stepped up to take his place. I wanted to join the prayer ministry. It was made clear to me that in order to do that I would need to take up the leadership and thereby ask the Lord to resurrect this important ministry to our church.
I prayed and I did take it on. March was our first time to present ourselves again to the congregation as available for prayer. I had two people who were willing to become intercessors. Before the training occurred for them one stepped back down.
We had a great training session via Zoom with my old friend Hawley Todd. For decades he lead the Episcopal Healing Ministries. He had worked with St. Timothy’s before regarding this ministry and knew a few of the folks who are still participating. Hawley had trained me many years ago, too. The training was on a Monday night. Six out of eight intercessors were able to attend. On Saturday night I got a message that one man was going to have to step away as his health would not permit him to participate. This was a great disappointment to him.
April was our second time to offer personal prayer. Sunday was bit chaotic. One person had planned to be out-of-town to see Grandkids that week. The person she was usually paired with was suddenly called out of town for family needs. So I prayed during that service with a person who was already scheduled to fill in.
The next service the same two of us prayed while a newly trained member “shadowed” us. She finally joined in when the second person came asking for prayer. The third service was covered by the pair that usually pray together. In all we had six people come asking for prayer.
Whew! All that to say this ministry is about listening. Listening to the suffering of our fellow parishioners. Listening to the Lord as we are guided what to say. I agree with Paul Hawken, “Listening may be the cardinal act of giving.”
Hawley cautioned us not to carry the concerns out of the church with us. He suggested that we go wash our hands before we leave. Washing, as a way of releasing those cares. I admit, I was so wound up by the time I left the church, I forgot to wash my hands. I did though when I got home!
This morning while reading Henri Nouwen’s book about the desert fathers and mothers, The Way of The Heart, he quoted Diadochus as writing, “Ideas of value shun verbosity. Timely silence, then, is precious, for it is nothing less than the mother of the wisest thoughts.”
In this sort of prayer we aim to listen to people, to pray what they ask us to pray and leave the rest of God. We try not to get carried away with the sound of our own prayers. We trust God to read the heart of the person before us and help us to put their request into words. We try to present them with the ‘cardinal act of giving.’
This is not the usual way of loving your fellow church goers. We do not ask, “How are you?” and then think about our response while they are still speaking. This means setting aside our self and our will and serving an other with attention and prayer.
Yes, there are certain phrases I use when I pray, but the most important thing is what the person expresses as their deepest need or thanksgiving. I agree with Diadochus. Ideas of value DO shun verbosity. Simplify your prayers and you will see what I mean.
May all those who request prayer from you be blessed with brevity and the attendance of our Lord who promised that where two or more are gathered in His name, He would be there. Matthew 18:20
Dana and I read the proof copy. I listed edits that I found in the text. I changed the publication date so that we would have plenty of time to make said changes. She went to a Dulcimer convention out of town. One night, right before bed, I checked my email to be certain there was not something there concerning Prayer Team that I might need to tend to. I was shocked to see that Kindle had sent me a message that I only had a little over 24 hours to make changes.
After the dust settled I had to write it all down to decompress. The following is what I wrote. Seems funny now. At the time it was NOT funny. Bob said I should post this.
They say that having a book published is like giving birth. Tonight I felt as if the Kindle machine was starting Pitocin and the father was not present.Β It was too soon. The edits were not yet submitted. I panicked. (Where was my faith?)
I went from the iPad mini to the desktop to try to change the publication date again so that the edits could be made next week. Nothing was working right.
I finally hit the place where you talk with a bot. That was not real effective so I chose chat with live person.
Helan assured me I could change the date. Then I had to submit the change, keep approving until I got to pricing page and then hit Publish. I really froze up then. IT IS NOT READY. She basically said trust me. I did what she said. The Kindle Direct machine then said it would review my manuscript and that could take up to 72 hours. Until then the account would lock. I took screen shots of the texts. I wanted proof if this thing got printed without the final edits.
I realized there was nothing more I could do until Monday. Except I could pray. I left Grogu in my desk chair to watch over the book.
Physical therapist had pointed out that I need to smash down my new pillow closer to the thickness of my old worn out one. I got the new foam pillow out of the closet and literally knelt down on the floor on the pillow in prayer. This is Godβs book, not mine. I prayed for the prayer teams who will be serving this Sunday. I prayed for forgiveness that I did not trust the Amazon tech more. I prayed for forgiveness that I do not trust my Father more. I prayed Dana has a great time at her dulcimer convention.
I got up from my knees and went to get a clean pillow case. I realized then I feel like an imposter. I understand imposter syndrome. Someone said to me this week, βYou really are an author!β Not so certain about that but I am dizzy with anticipation and steroids and neck pops. Praying I actually get sleep tonight. Lord, Your lamb needs You.
The contractions have subsided now. The panic is receding. Hoping sleep is just around the corner. This woman is beat!
Guess I better tackle this imposter attitude before it makes trouble. βThe original imposter syndrome study in the 1970s revolved around high-achieving women who had trouble attributing their own success to themselves”, one on-line source said. Perhaps I am guilty of that?
βImposter syndrome is the voice inside your head telling you that you donβt belong, while discrimination is the voice of others telling you the same thing,β explains Dr. Albers. βThe distinction is crucial because it highlights that imposter syndrome is a personal struggle that can be addressed through self-reflection and cognitive reframing whereas discrimination requires societal change and advocacy.β https://wockr.org/a-psychologist-explains-how-to-deal-with-imposter-syndrome/
So, this is just a bump in road at 10:45 PM after a long day and a chaotic week. Things are not awful and perhaps locking the account is good. No worries about it over the weekend.
I found the copyright information the next morning and updated the Proof Changes for Danaβs use. I sent it along to her. The new final date for changes came through email. I likely missed some errors, but that is done for now.
So my friends, the new book ought to be available to you on May 1, 2026 through Amazon. (I already found an error in the Table of Contents. Will be amazed if that is the ONLY error!) If you can’t find the title Poems, just type in my name. That ought to bring it up!
I will not be posting this week. The proof for my next book, “Poems, My Faith Journey Through Prayerful Observations” has arrived. That means I need to read it cover to cover and find any corrections, additions, or errors before we submit it for publication and public consumption. It should be available by April 30. Throw in two Zoom meetings, (one of which I have notes to type up), starting a steroid pack and physical therapy – well writing will have to wait this week.
You may have seen the hymn that posted instead of being saved as a draft. Things that make me go “DRATS!” It is a great hymn that I cannot stop singing.
So sing along and praise our risen King and He continues His resurrection life in and through each of us.
I like this sort of scoop, too!
Looks like peanut butter chip, MY UDF FAVORITE!! π
Gratitude places you in the energy field of plentitude. Glow with gratitude and see how awe and joy will make their home in you. Michael Bernard Beckwith
Br. David Steindl-Rast shares this compelling invitation: βImagine a society in which mutual trust has the leverage that our present social order accords to fear. Imagine a society in which mutual caring has the leverage that our present social order accords to egotism. If we reach the critical mass of grateful people, a surprising reorientation can take place.β
Brother David has amazing insights and goals that boggle my mind. I want to live in the world he imagines. Mutual trust, mutual caring and a critical mass of grateful people! Yes! Let’s do that instead of all the other nonsense politicians and reporters spend time upon.