I’ve always been weak on waiting, not just waiting on God, but waiting on––or for––just about anyone or anything. If there’s such a thing as a “gift of waiting” I either didn’t get that one or I did but I buried it somewhere along the line so as not to have to use it.
My friend, Stuart must’ve sensed this when he gave me a copy of Thomas Merton’s book, The Seeds of Contemplation. I’m now a Merton fan. He was a pretty smart guy, but more, a guy who spent a lot of time waiting on God. That’s sort of the job description of a Trappist monk I think. They’re professional waiters (so to speak).
Anyway, on a prayer retreat last month I read the book while listening to 1970s Jesus albums (yes, the vinyl kind) that my host left in the garage of his house. The two seemed to go together somehow. Continue reading →
The contrast of sisters, Mary and Martha, in this chapter is well known. Martha nervously toiled to get lunch on the table while her sister sat serenely at Jesus’ feet. In my twenties when I was first learning how to commune with the Lord in prayer and worship, the Spirit pointed me to this story, verse 42 in particular: “Only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.” I sensed the Spirit’s word to me: “If you’ll do your part by making yourself available to me I will be available to you and you’ll always have the time and space for communion with me. No one or nothing will ever be able to take it from you.” He’s made good on that promise. Continue reading →
“Look! I stand at the door and knock. If you hear my voice and open the door, I will come in, and we will share a meal together as friends.” Revelation 3:20 (NLT)
When Jesus enters (into our hearts or into his lazy church), let’s imagine he comes in through the entryway – and then goes straight to the dinner table for us to share a meal together in happy fellowship. In the former post, we talked about a “potluck” of sorts, to which we contribute our homemade food, and to which he brings his sumptuous heaven-made fare. But it occurs to me that the actual food that we consume together at this table is secondary to the thing of first importance. In other words, the “main course” is not actually food; it’s fellowship with him and with each other. The food might have brought us to the table to begin with, but what keeps bringing us back to the table is the “sharing of the meal together as friends.” Continue reading →