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An Apology, an Explanation and A Poem

At the moment I am severely jet-lagged (in Indonesia) and so apologize for only offering up a favorite poem by George Herbert on prayer.

Prayer 1  (by George Herbert)

Prayer–the church’s banquet, angel’s age,
God’s breath in man returning to his birth,
The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage,
The Christian plummet sounding heav’n and earth
Engine against th’ Almighty, sinner’s tow’r,
Reversed thunder, Christ-side-piercing spear,
The six-days world transposing in an hour,
A kind of tune, which all things hear and fear;
Softness, and peace, and joy, and love, and bliss,
Exalted manna, gladness of the best,
Heaven in ordinary, man well drest,
The milky way, the bird of Paradise,
Church-bells beyond the stars heard, the soul’s blood,
The land of spices; something understood.

What the World Got Then Was Love, Love, Love…

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When the wise Jewish teacher, Nicodemus, sought out Jesus one night, he had many questions for Christ. One of his questions evoked this (famous) response from Jesus:
“For God loved the world so much that he gave his one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have eternal life. God sent his Son into the world not to judge the world, but to save the world through him.” (John 3:16ff)
Later, the night Jesus was betrayed and delivered for crucifixion, he was praying to his Father and part of his prayer is recorded in John 17: [he]“…said, “Father, the hour has come. Glorify your Son so he can give glory back to you. For you have given him authority over everyone. He gives eternal life to each one you have given him. And this is the way to have eternal life—to know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, the one you sent to earth. I brought glory to you here on earth by completing the work you gave me to do. Now, Father, bring me into the glory we shared before the world began. …..[and]…“I am praying not only for these disciples but also for all who will ever believe in me… I pray that they will all be one, just as you and I are one—as you are in me, Father, and I am in you… I have given them the glory you gave me, so they may be one as we are one. I am in them and you are in me. May they experience such unity that the world will know that you sent me and that you love them as much as you love me. Father, I want these whom you have given me to be with me where I am. Then they can see all the glory you gave me because you loved me even before the world began!”
Love, unity, sacrificial loving familial relationships, and glory are all tied together in his prayer–why? because the foundation, the roots, the soil, the tree and the branches of Christianity are founded in God’s relational love. The parent-child relationship is inherently sacrificial and selfless, finding the lines between parent and child is hard to outline yet but easily recognizable. There is a natural, organic unity that grows out of that love. We cry for world peace, and never achieve it. Yet Christ offers us unity in Him: what is the cost to us? It’s a great cost: for we have to abandon our natural inclination to be calling the shots, to be in charge. Yet, we receive love from God, not out of fulfilling obligations, and vows, callings, sacrifices, gifts, grace, or determination. We receive it only when we can abandon our self-centeredness. This special love is from the Holy Spirit, as Christ promises, who gives it to everyone. Love is the great identifier of those who are Christ-followers, no matter what global location, and no matter what period in history.
The time of the year preceding Easter which we call Lent should be a time of soul-searching. Upon winding up Lent I (ironically) feel less worthy of the Father’s love, yet, as ironically, I am so more sensitized to receiving it for I am in the right frame of mind–after this prolonged period of self-imposed silence and prayer. Yet…it is at this point that I find I am close to being tripped up! I am tempted to either becoming overblown by my sense of spiritual greatness (lol!) or I am susceptible to thoughts going in contrary to that: I would pull back out of inferiority to Christ, but then make my life somehow smaller, more easily define (as I wish not to ” blow it.”) Indeed, some people cover up this kind of timidity with the veil called “living in His will” a kind of superficial super-spiritually sounding “easy button” which shields them from having to be honest and take the risk of living in love and opening up to God.
Of course, both types of errors close down the avenue of His grace. Overblown pride and false modesty both do us –and our world– a terrible wrong. John reminds us in the first epistle:
“Dear friends, let us continue to love one another, for love comes from God. Anyone who loves is a child of God and knows God. But anyone who does not love does not know God, for God is love.
God showed how much he loved us by sending his one and only Son into the world so that we might have eternal life through him. This is real love—not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as a sacrifice to take away our sins.
Dear friends, since God loved us that much, we surely ought to love each other. No one has ever seen God. But if we love each other, God lives in us, and his love is brought to full expression in us. And God has given us his Spirit as proof that we live in him and he in us. ” (I John 4 NLT)
May you enter into the Father’s embrace!

Strong Desires….

Regrets Only

My friend, you made so much of life,
and played through it with forced vivacity.
You turned a blind eye to all that which Life rests upon
but declared you’d embraced Life.

Do you remember when your success
became your virtue?
When did you begin to discount virtue
by counting its cost?

As your time was winding down,
you still stuck to your shuffling revelry,
till death’s draft swept the stupor
of your Long Life’s Party out the door.

Yet, there was a time you paused, my friend:
do you remember, near the end?
You asked me if you had it wrong
about the coming Chill?
I told you that
thinking sunny thoughts
never warmed a House.

-A Charity Johnson, 2011

Attitude Sickness

It’s been said that ideas have consequences—I would add that attitudes do, too. One of my great uncles was a Communist as a young man. I suppose, the theory sounded paper-good. Family lore has it that when he was sent overseas, he changed his mind about the Communism’s positive contribution–and changed his attitude towards it.
Little is more unsettling than a disengaged, disinterested atheist: the ones with a “Whatever…” attitude. It’s unsettling because it’s a dead attitude: there’s no freshness, no curiosity, no vibrancy. A few days ago, my husband was leaving the office and met someone for the first time. This employee was departing at the same time to go on a jog. It turned out that he was the final person to talk to the employee alive– she was struck and killed in the evening traffic. I do not know the spiritual state of the employee. I only know the death was unexpected and sudden—but that is our continual status as humans.
A person’s beliefs about the world is a conglomeration of who he is and who he has become-never an accurate reflection of the world. If his belief about God is that He is not there and does not care, I have to wonder who taught him this. God will never will trifle with your affections—that is, He takes your feelings seriously—probably more seriously than you do. And He, of all, is faithful to you.
Some atheists have told me, “I can’t pray so I don’t.” and “I don’t know what to believe about God.” If you want love, then you must pray. All you need is to be willing to try—God coaches you through it all. And you can’t pray wrongly— not when you pray with your entire heart.
“That prayer has great power which a person makes with all his might…
It draws down the great God into the little heart;
it drives the hungry soul up into the fullness of God;
it brings together two lovers, God and the soul, in a wondrous place
where they speak much of love.” (Mechthild of Magheburg)
As for “what to believe about God” problem, I suggest you ask yourself what Christ says about Him and what is important to Him—and look in the Bible for that information. God will provide the rest—but don’t expect a PhD in God-o-logy, for spiritual growth can (and should) go on your entire life—however long that is. The only hard question is: are you willing?

An Alchemy Beyond A Recipe


Images, fragrances, flavors–they all have the power to attract or to repulse. The picture here is an original piece of stitched artwork done by a Catskill artist who was doing a theme on doors–I often imagine prayer as a kind of doorway. PR men used to wrangle with the difficulties of television because it could not be Smell-O-Vision: that is, they couldn’t bring the fragrances of meals into our homes.
An old friend of mine was a successful professional photographer in New York City. She told me a trade secret. She could not photograph real food and make it look tasty. To capture the savoriness of the real food, she had to employ props (fake food). I was surprised that anything as appetizing as a gourmet meal or garden-fresh produce had to be faked. But the failure was not in the food, but transmission of its essence by camera. After I learned this fact, I was sitting in the mental misty flats of wondering what was wrong with me for getting bored when people would talk about prayer. Then I realized that I was trying to draw a straight line between praying and garbled discussions of prayer. In doing so, my mistake was in linking my boredom of the discussion of prayer to me praying. Prayer wasn’t boring–but discussing it was.
Since then, I carry no guilt about being bored in conversations or sermons on prayer: I have drawn a clear line between description and experience. (Instruction on prayer is necessary, but that’s a different topic, altogether.) That the stellar effects of praying are not easily transmitted doesn’t spoil my joy of prayer. The effects, the fragrance-memories, can linger in the heart for decades as a kind of retro fixed point. I’d like to believe that God gives us personal memories of prayer to sustain and re-attract us.  I am sure one of God’s chief desires for me is to learn that He loves me in excess of my love for anyone or anything else.  Paul says as much in his prayer for the Ephesians:
“to comprehend with all the saints what is the width and length and depth and height—to know the love of Christ which passes knowledge.” (Ephesians 3). Notice Paul doesn’t write about prayer, nor merely say, “You should love God.” He prays for them to comprehend God’s love.
Images can give us a more concrete understanding of what I am trying to say about prayer. For this, I like how George Herbert’s poem captures a kind of slideshow in words about the effects of prayer. (Charity Johnson)
Prayer (1)
Prayer the Church’s banquet, angel’s age,
God’s breath in man returning to his birth,
The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage,
The Christian plummet sounding heav’n and earth;
Engine against th’ Almighty, sinner’s tower,
Reversed thunder, Christ-side-piercing spear,
The six days world-transposing in an hour,
A kind of tune, which all things hear and fear;
Softness, and peace, and joy, and love, and bliss,
Exalted Manna, gladness of the best,
Heaven in ordinary, man well-drest,
The milky way, the bird of Paradise,
Church-bells beyond the stars heard, the soul’s blood,
The land of spices; something understood.
by George Herbert

Tuesday Morning

Tuesday Morning

It was a Tuesday morning that God,
as He always does,
was checking in on each person, the way loving parents do.
The man at number 445 stood up, looked out the window, shaking his raised fist–
“Why? why did you do this to me!”
In the same minute a man, at number 459, got on his knees, bowed his head,
and prayed God, “Why! why has my enemy hurt me like this?”
God’s heart broke at their sadness.
And God looked on–
as in number 445 and in number 459 Silence poured in.

Then the first man waved his arms skyward with wide, wild motions—
“God, I can’t do anything more, I need your help.” and dropped to the floor.
While the second one clenched his hands, stood, and stalked to the door.

On that Tuesday morning in number 445 and in number 459
God had shown up–
in the heart of the first man (His favorite altar)
and left him altered, warmed.
But the second turned from ice to steel,
and stormed off to settle the score.

This is how it goes as God looks on—
in the land of the free and the home of the weak.

© Charity Johnson, 2011

Infinite Attention of God

God is not hurried along in the time stream of this universe any more than an author is hurried along in the imaginary time of his own novel.
He has infinite attention to spare for each one of us. He does not have to deal with us in the mass. You are as much alone with Him as if you were the only being He had evercreated. When Christ died, He died for you individually just as much as if you had been the only man in the world.
The way my illustration breaks down is this. In it the author gets out of one times series (that of the novel) only by going into another times series (the real one).
But God, I believe, does not live in a time series at all.
His life is not dribbled out moment by moment like ours: with Him, it is still, so to speak [a decade ago] and [50 years from now]. For His life is Himself.
If you picture time as a straight line along which we have to travel, then…picture God as the whole page on which the line is drawn. We come to the parts of the line one by one;
we have to leave A behind before we get to B, and cannot reach C until we leave B behind.
God, from above or outside or all ’round, contains the whole line, and sees it all.

- C.S. Lewis from Mere Christianity

5 C S Lewis Quotes for the End of June

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You don’t really want a big post to read now that the summer’s begun, so I’m providing a “sampler” — a light summer dish as food for thought.  All of these ruminations are from someplace in C.S. Lewis’ writing. Happy snacking, happy chewing!
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“Atheism turns out to be too simple. If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning…”

“God is no fonder of intellectual slackers than He is of any other slacker.”

“All that we call human history–money, poverty, ambition, war, prostitution, classes, empires, slavery–[is] the long terrible story of man trying to find something other than God which will make him happy.”

“There is but one good; that is God. Everything else is good when it looks to Him and bad when it turns from Him.”

“Love may forgive all infirmities and love still in spite of them: but Love cannot cease to will their removal.”

Terrible Theatre!

According to most philosophers, God in making the world enslaved it. According to Christianity, in making it, He set it free.
God had written, not so much a poem, but rather a play; a play he had planned as perfect, but which had necessarily been left to human actors and stage-managers, who had since made a great mess of it.

  • G.K. Chesterton Orthodoxy
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Spa time?

Sure, I like to go out–but sometimes I need to stay in for some Soul Care.
Emily Dickinson put it this way:

The soul that hath a Guest
doth seldom go abroad-
Diviner crowd at home
obliterate the need
and courtesy forbid
a host’s departure when
upon himself be visiting
The Emperor of Men.

  • Emily Dickinson, c. 1863
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