Wide Open to the Spirit
Author Archives: Janet Salbert
Dirty Healing
Jesus rubbed dirt in his hands, after spitting into it, he placed the mud on a blind man’s eyes. (John 9) This dirt made the blind man see. Impossible!
Maybe we too quickly discard the dirt that could heal us. We sweep away the unwanted, shake away the useless dust, and throw away the filth. Eventually, we learn that death becomes life.
What if we picked up the dirt, gathered it all, held it close, worked it with our hands and our hearts, pouring out sweat and tears upon it? I wonder if the ashes of our suffering make us whole.
All is Calm, All is Bright…
The office project which began in January is now complete. Space that is organized is a pleasure to work in. Beautiful new shelving and file cabinets keep everything close at hand. There is plenty of sunlight and open space. Comfortable seating and peaceful colors provide a contemplative atmosphere. There is a place for children to play quietly if parents need time to chat. I even have a spot for visiting dogs including my puppy, Ruby.
When God ordered creation, God made space by separating the waters. Space allows for new life to grow and new creation to come forth. Each of us needs space in order for us to grow and become co-workers with God in creation. Many people contributed to the renewal of this space, I am grateful for the way they shared their gifts and love. Making space builds community. Whether it be at home, or work or even outdoors, making space provides welcome for others. It is in welcoming others into relationship that new creation is born.
I look forward to many new “birthings” in this space.
Freedom
Imagine allowing the winds to lift up the sails of a kite carrying you along with it! Freedom! Pure joy! Look again. The kite in the foreground is guided by a pilot. Each kite has harnesses attached to a fine system of tethers all working together to make flight possible. If even one of these connections is missing or tangled, gliding in this kite would not be possible.
The life of faith gives us opportunity to learn and experience the kind of freedom and joy that comes only when we are deeply connected to God and one another. It can take several relationships in order for us to grow. While we all make mistakes in our relationship with God or others, and we may at times feel lost and confused, when we stay connected, somehow, along with the other supports that we have, eventually the Spirit can lift us again. It is there we find the fullness of joy and freedom that comes with commitment.
Making a commitment is difficult today. We have so many choices. We want to experience so much. When making a new commitment, ask yourself if your new commitment will help support the connections you already have in place. Living fully is not about experiencing everything, it is about living within the boundaries of our limitations and finding in those everything we need.
Happy sailing!
Wednesday Simple Prayer 2012
Songs of Sparrows
We had sparrows nest in an old ski helmet sitting on a shelf in our garage. Yesterday, five miniature birds flew for the first time. They made such a racket in their excitement. And today, the trees are alive with the songs of sparrows.
Do you remember the first time you flew? The first time you experienced what it was you were created to do? Did your heart sing with joy from deep within? Did you know complete freedom for the moment? Did others see and experience your joy?
In all that we do to grow in our faith, for me, the most important is to practice and experience what we were created by God to do. I believe living out our specific purpose is how God justifies and sanctifies our lives. We can learn further about our divine purpose by considering what we are already doing. What are the things that you do that bring you joy? What are the things you do that bring others joy? There are no mistakes, some part of our purpose is already being lived out. Recognizing and cultivating that understanding will however bring us to new depths of joy and peace.
The Open Gate
Like a Springtime garden, our days often overflow with the wildness of life. Daily new blooms are revealed in brilliantly colored moments when each new encounter brings us into contact with diverse textures. We absorb the wildness of life as long as we can before we perceive a need to move toward stillness and peace. Often times moving toward stillness because of sheer exhaustion.
The landscape of our lives always includes an open gate. A way to move from the ever flowing and changing stream of life, into the stillness and fullness of Presence.
How often do you walk through the open gate that delivers you to Presence?
We don’t have to wait for eternal life to happen, eternal life is available now. Rather than packing each day with movement, schedule time in each day for stillness. Open yourself to Presence. It is a fearful thing at first, taking ten minutes in silence each day. We resist moments that appear empty, rather filling silences with words, thoughts and activities.
Here is how I walk through the open gate to Presence. I have a comfortable chair where I can sit without being interrupted. I keep an empty pad of paper beside me to write the chatter, “wash the dishes in the sink, buy some laundry detergent, call the office, send that birthday card…” You know that kind of chatter. After writing it down, I let it go. I center my thoughts on my breathing, letting my breath rise and fall naturally. And I simply rest. Sometimes, I imagine myself being carried or held in the moment.
Just ten minutes a day helps me to encounter Presence. Because the gate is open, I can return again and again.
Enter into the peace of Presence, now. It is your choice.
Already and Not Yet
I love to hike. There is something about entering a trail that draws you in to the quiet hush of nature. You find yourself surrounded you by leafy branches and whippoorwill. Your steps become intentional as you navigate around the occasional fallen tree. At the top of the mountain the hike gets steeper, just above tree line where the boulders and rock ledges provide tiny crevasses to get a foothold as you crawl up to the highest elevation. You haven’t seen the view from the top yet, but it is your single-hearted focus as your muscles burn and breathing quickens. This is my favorite part of the hike. Like the end of pregnancy, you love the baby inside of you and cannot wait to hold her, then realize you already are.
Think about that. What is the mountain you are climbing now? Which part of the path are you on? Are there others on the path ahead of you? What view of new life is emerging? Transformation is an ongoing process. Sometimes it seems like there is not too much going on. Perhaps things are happening at the cellular level, at the very least, oxygen is being exchanged, breath is moving, Spirit is alive.
In the already, wait wholeheartedly, for the not yet.
Post Script: My office renovation is waiting wholeheartedly for the recovery of our carpenter and friend who is receiving treatment for a medical issue.
Beyond The Tomb
Easter was just three weeks ago, a joyous celebration of the Risen Christ. Easter is more than a day, it is a season celebrating victory over the death, of fulfillment over loss, of intimacy with a God who will not leave us alone. Clearly, the disciples who hid in the Upper Room had their questions and so do we.
When confusion becomes the norm, when loss and decline are inevitable, and emptiness stares us down so we can’t see our way out, there, we anxiously weep and wait. There is nothing more to do. Our best plans have been interrupted.
This is the church today. This is the United Methodist Church today. And the Risen One is waiting beyond the tomb in a form we do not recognize. We might take the road out of town and get back to our fishing boats. We might look for the one who is reaching for healing. We might let the children come close. We might seek the lame who sit outside the gates. We might meet at the well with those who worship differently than we do, listening and learning. We might not worry about the sin of others because of our own. We might be sustained by the bread and the cup.
The Alive One is not in the tomb, not in the confusion, not in the loss and decline, not in the emptiness but waits for us to listen to be called by name. Those who listen and hear come face to face with the Risen One, overflowing with joy, they will go get the others.
Bright New Life







