Sunday, June 28, 2009

Forgiveness: The Art

Forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors.
Matthew 6: 12
Two post in two days...I know!

Throughout most of my high school days I held onto a grudge. A boy who I perceived to have hurt a close friend and who I frankly did not like, held a place of contempt in my mind. Since we frequented the same places, I could not avoid him completely, but when I did see him, I let my passive revenge works it way out in rude comments, the cold shoulder, and even a hard slap across the face while getting "too into character" for a drama club skit. I saw him less frequently in the years that followed and then not at all. He very seldom came to mind, unless someone spoke about forgiveness. Immediately his face would materialize, even into my early twenties. At first it shocked me that years later, even after falling away from the friend who had received the wrong, this boy's actions were still a part of me. I cannot remember exactly when I forgave him, but this story always comes to mind when I hear sermons on forgiveness like I did today...twice.

Forgiveness is something I try to do well. Though, when asked who needs forgiveness in my life, it wasn't too hard to conjure up new faces. Past and present. Perceived hurts or actual. I suppose it doesn't matter in the realm of forgiveness.

This morning the teacher spoke about forgiveness as suffering. He taught that forgiveness means refusing to make them pay for what they did. In this way you are absorbing the debt...taking away it's power. This absorption can be painful...deep hurts and wounds call out for revenge; vengeance. They want payment. This suffering (this forgiveness) can sometimes feel like death, but it is the death that leads to resurrection. It is suffering that refines and makes you new.

Though both sermons were about offering forgiveness, the idea of suffering and resurrection can also be applied to asking for forgiveness. There came a point where I realized I had hurt someone deeply and often deliberately. Four years of brokenness lay between us. BUT forgiveness has a way of fixing broken things or at least stopping any further break down. Someone granting you forgiveness can be a lot like a resurrection.

My hope is that these new faces do not linger as long as that boy's did, or that it takes less time to ask for forgiveness...to live well and forgive well.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

She'll Be Coming Around the Mountain

Two countries, seven states, and nine days. Wanda bravely carried me over bridges, down and up mountains, and through an unsuspecting field. This trip proved to be quite the adventure, but more then that, a time of relaxation and reflection. Here are some highlights:

Authentic Buffalo Wings at Duff's

Climbing the Peace Bridge...in a dress...like a lady.


Avett Brother's Concert in Rochester, NY


African Lion Safari in Hamilton, Ontario


Monkey's so close, I could have stolen one...sorry Katie.



Camping alone and sleeping on gravel in Maryland


Driving around in someone's field after attempting to find a Vista.


Appalachian Trail-First Attempt
Foiled by rain.


AT-Second Attempt
Foiled by unbelievable fog, a $15 park fee, and a rest stop out of a horror movie.


The White Heart, Lynchburg, VA


Hammocking!


Foamhendge, Natural Bridge, VA.
Yes, it's exactly what you think it is.



AT-Third Attempt
Success!


Don't tell me mom, but after walking for quite some time I realized, both my cell phone and pepper stray were back in the car. Safety LAST!

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Adventures


As I climbed to the top of Aurthur's Seat in Edinburgh the magnitude of this accomplishment began to dawn on me. Not only had I traversed the crags and hills that led to the top, I had done it on my own. With not nearly enough water and a little adrenalin (thanks creepy old man), the views of the city became more and more visible until I could see the hills of the surrounding counties and the bay behind me. Sitting on top of the peak I traced the ways in which I had come to be here. On my own. In a strange city. With such joy.

The life changing adventure of last summer has inspired me to pack up and try one on this continent. I'm looking forward to time spent alone in reflection and prayer; pondering questions and trying to figure out where I'm at. Time spent with friends; refreshing laughter and talks from the soul. A time to shake off the day to day and find a place of renewal.

GR, I like you, but I need some time away from you right now. The open road is calling...

The plan:
Friday: Depart. Tiffani. Red Wings.
Saturday: The Raven. Canada. The Crandells
Sunday: Maggie. Lucy. The Avett Brother.
Monday: African. Lion. Saffari.
Tuesday: Pennsylvania. Maryland. Camping.
Wednesday: Hiking. AT. The Burg.
Thursday: Jes. Jeremy. Jon.
Friday: Anything. Is. Possible.
Saturday: Mountains. Brian Bailey. Alamo Royal.
Sunday: Sabbath. The Road. Return.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Hugs

I wish my hugs could alleviate pain.

I wish my hugs could make things
whole and
good and
right.

I wish my hugs would eliminate tears.

All I have are these two arms and I'll do as much as I can with them, but sometimes I wish they could do a whole lot more.