Posterous theme by Cory Watilo

Prison #landofliminality

Do you see how you are in a prison created by the beliefs and traditions of your society and culture and by the ideas, prejudices, attachments and fears of your past experiences? Wall upon wall surrounds your prison cell so that it seems almost impossible that you will ever break out and make contact with the richness of life and love and freedom that lies beyond your prison fortress. And yet the task, far from being impossible, is actually easy and delightful.

What can you do to break out?

First, realize that you are surrounded by prison walls, that your mind has gone to sleep. It does not even occur to most people to see this, so they live and die as prison inmates.

Most people end up being conformists; they adapt to prison life. A few become reformers; they fight for better living conditions in the prison, better lighting, better ventilation. Hardly anyone becomes a rebel, a revolutionary who breaks down the prison walls. You can only be a revolutionary when you see the prison walls in the first place.

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Anthony de Mello, Breaking Out of Prison from The Way to Love

Fragments. #landofliminality

"The pieces were fragile and moving, fragments of a complex and monumental life".

Betrayal. Deceit. Abuse. 

Sometimes the first few chapters of our stories tell tales of terror instead of tranquility.

Somewhere along the way we awaken to find ourselves in the raw reality of our story.

Alert to bitterness, anger, rage, stubbornness, unforgiveness, fear, frailty, and confusion...

And we wonder when our fragmented souls will ever fuse back together again.

We wonder when those particles will function in unity and lead us to one day experience the fullness of beauty.

After the passing of the months and often times years we find our wonder washed away, and there we are, left with only our longing.

Our deep, deep longing to rest, to be reconciled, to be re-created.

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"The pieces were fragile and moving, fragments of a complex and monumental life".

Its this space that we are most disoriented and dissatisfied. 

Distrustful of the process and most of all its purpose.

Ironically, it’s here and only here that we receive the invitation to dream.

To dream the true dreams that can actually quench the thirst of our deep longing and simultaneously converge with our distinct design.

It’s in looking forward, looking into the future, that we find our freedom.

It’s here that we get a glimpse of the monumental life that has been mysteriously hidden beneath the brokenness but yet is seeping through to the current chapter of this complex chronicle.

Its in this vision that we are once again filled with hope and propelled by faith to reach forward and take hold of that which is promised as our possession.

Forgiveness. Healing. Peace. Joy. Love. Vocation. Purpose. Pleasure.

"The pieces were fragile and moving, fragments of a complex and monumental life".

 

**Photo borrowed from Jesus Manuel Peraza of Communidad Ixoye

Rest, our right and responsibility. #landofliminality #lent

Recently, while on a trip in the States, I was asked why I was on sabbatical. More specifically, this person wanted to know what I was resting from. I believe my answer was a quick and blunt, "from my life".

It seems that in these brief months of un-winding & un-doing my filter has been completely undone. It's not until the conversation has ended that I find myself in a state of reflection and in utter amazement (and sometimes embarrassment) of the words that so freely and subconsciously left my mouth. My spiritual director on the other hand finds this to be a mark of success; a verbal manifestation of vulnerability.

Nevertheless, I know this question of my sabbatical stay came from a place of sincerity. A place of genuine inquiry. And so, I went on to explain my purpose in engaging in this ancient practice. You'd think that as many times as I've been invited to share this part of my story I would have already constructed an eloquent elevator speech ready to give at a moment's notice. Instead, I find myself stumbling through the reasons leading up to this journey and trying to weave them together with a sound rationale; as if I am on the stand and in need of forming a defense!

"Why?" I ask myself. "Why is it that my body gets tense when I hear those words? Why is it that as soon as that question is asked I start to mentally construct a slide show and get ready to present? Why is that?"

One might assume that the reason is because those asking the question don’t understand this concept of sabbatical or Sabbath. That they are a people that do not know the Lord of the Sabbath, but in fact they do. They are people who know him quite well. A people just like myself who have known this Lord, this King, for quite some time and still do not know His ways.

For years I have struggled with the notion or rest. My first experiment with rest was with the discipline of Sabbath. The hardest thing that I spent years trying to do was to not work. Who would think something so inviting, such a beautiful gift, would be so hard to accept and then enjoy?! I spent well over a year just trying to lay down my tools. After, I was able to cease from the task and joy of working and creating I was able to intentionally partake in the activities that refueled and refreshed me mind, body, and soul. I think its important to note that one ought not be fooled by the word rest. It does not mean cease all activity and sit silently in a room and pray all day nor does not mean being chained to the confines of your cell. It is about intentional and active engagement with the people and in the things and places that bring you life.

Is rest not a gift of grace and not of merit? Is rest not an invitation to drink deeply and eat until satisfied? Is rest not a command to have life to the full?

As Christian Americans we pride ourselves in obediently observing the command to work, but some where along the line we’ve forsaken the command to rest. I believe this is because deeply embedded in our belief system is the falsehood that even rest has to be earned. A belief that doesn’t come from Christ but from our culture.

It reminds me of Paul's words to the roman church, words that I believe need to be heeded by us, the American church, as well. "Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect".

This Divine idea of rest isn’t for a select few, but for everyone. Rest is...not just those that do physical labor, not just those who are professional churchmen or women, not just those serve the poorest of the poor, not just those type a-personalities, not just those who have served as cross-cultural workers, and is not just for those who are emotionally or spiritually burnt out.

It’s these faulty assumptions that deny us the permission we all need to rest.

It’s these lies that keep us from accepting the invitation and gift that our creator extends to us over and over again to rest. 

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And he said to them, The Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath.

So then, there remains a Sabbath rest for the people of God, for whoever has entered God's rest has also rested from his works as God did from his. Let us therefore strive to enter that rest, so that no one may fall by the same sort of disobedience.

Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.

In being transformed by the renewing of our minds we must remember, we have already been given permission, Divine authority, to rest. And it is not only our God-given right, but also our responsibility. It is a practice that we are invited and instructed to make a permanent part of our lives, regardless of circumstance.

And so, as I rest on my Sabbath day I encourage you to do the same. Maybe today isn’t your Sabbath, and that’s ok. Maybe you don’t have one, choose one. And if you are anything like me it would do you good to define what your work is. Once you’ve determined what constitutes work, then you are free to engage in any of the activities or projects outside of that box that will contribute to the rest of your soul. Rest well.

Home is.... #landofliminality #lent

This song has been in my head for the last week or so...

I love this song. It reminds me of my cousin's wedding last year...beautiful memories of long-time friends and family singing these lyrics together and dancing the night away.

I basked in the sweetness of these moments remembered all the while feeling as though there was yet another reason this tune had mysteriously come to be the backdrop of my days.

Until today.

Today I found myself sitting on the patio at Starbucks (one of two here in the city) after spending the morning with @grupounidad.

Libro in one hand, cafe mocha in the other.

And there it was...on page thirty-seven of Henri Nouwen's The Return of the Prodigal Son.

Home is the center of my being where I can hear the voice that says, "you are my beloved (amada), on you my favor rests".

It's a spiritual reality that I belong to God with every part of my being, that God holds me safe in an eternal embrace, that I am indeed carved into the palms of God's hands and hidden in their shadows.

Looking back in recent years I've realized that since leaving my parent's house I've been subconsciously searching for "home". Truth be told even when I bought my first house I never fully felt like I was "home".

It was this felling that lead me to conclude that "home" must not be related to a specific place, but to specific people. And not just to any people, but a family.

It seems the scriptures do in fact confirm this to be true, but they do not start or stop there. You see, the very essence of home, and therefore belonging, is embedded in the divine personhood of the Father.

Interrupted by the loud sounds of the city my train of thought was detoured to the wise words I recently heard from @josaxton. "I didn’t know who I was because I didn’t know whose I was".

Home is the center of my being where I can hear the voice [of the Father] that says, "you are my beloved (amada), on you my favor rests".

The voice of the Father.

Already you are clean because of the word that I have spoken to you. Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in me. I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing...If you abide in me, and my words abide in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you...Abide in my love.

It seems that all my searching for home has been in vain. For home, cannot be found with a compass nor a map. Neither can it be purchased with dollars or signatures.

How silly I was to have spent so much energy on an external expedition for the very truth and treasure that all the while lay hidden inside of me, the temple.

Home is the temple where the spirit of the Lord dwells.

Home is in the presence of the Father.

Home is the center of my being where I can hear the voice [of the Father] that says, "you are my beloved (amada), on you my favor rests"...and I will bring forth fruit.

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Vulnerability: a breeding ground for awkwardness & woundedness #landofliminality #lent

Is it true that when we think, speak, or live from our truest sense of self our false self is rendered motionless, even defenseless to the ensuing reality? 

Is it possible that we become paralyzed to hiding, lying, or manipulating our circumstances when we chose to live out of the core of who we are? 

Is this the beauty and mystery that comes forth from the dreaded word and way of vulnerability?

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Over the years I've come to form my own definition of vulnerability. It can best be described as "emotionally loose". One who gives direct access to the caves and caverns of ones heart to every passerby and then finds him or herself a victim of the greedy and unworthy tourists that he or she let in free of charge. 

Now, I realize that as you read over my definition you will have two initial thoughts. 1. That is the craziest definition of vulnerability that you’ve ever heard! and 2. That’s not even close to the actual meaning of the word. 

I know, I know. My definition is brutal and completely warped, but it’s out of my experiences that this definition was formed. Formed from both the old and false self. The old self who didn’t know Jesus nor his ways and the false self that constructed definitions out of self-preservation and selfishness.

It is for that very reason that these deformed definitions are never rooted in truth and likewise never based in reality. They emerge out of distortion. 

Sadly, as citizens of a corrupted creation, this is the reality of humanity. We’ve all been infected from birth and throughout our formative years influenced to believe these falsehoods and half-truths. We are all victims of contaminated definitions. There’s no question about that. There’s only one question that remains. To which disfigured definitions and beliefs are you bound?

My friends at wikipedia say that vulnerability refers to the susceptibility of a person or people to a physical or emotional injury or attack; or a person who lets their guard down, leaving themselves open to censure or criticism.

I might also mention that the word vulnerable comes the Latin word: vulnerare, meaning to wound.

To embody vulnerability it seems one must avail him or herself in the deepest possible way to the elements that surround him or her. For me, the invitation is to open myself completely and authentically to relationship.

An act that if carried out to its fullest requires complete surrender. Surrender to the will of another. In this act (and actions of) vulnerability you relinquish your right to choose and even your desire to control and manipulate the outcome. 

This is why the possibility for physical or emotional annihilation is so great. It is for this same reason that the possibility to experience love in its purest and fullest form is even an option. Vulnerability is the only way to ever experience what the romantics and Christian mystics call "true love". 

And so it seems I have a new definition of vulnerability. One that is more attractive and yet more risky. One that invites me to reveal my true self so that I might enter into relationship and receive freely offered love. Love, based upon truth not illusion. Love, based upon being not doing. Love, based upon reality not superficiality.

 

A walk through the Wilderness... #landofliminality #lent

It requires great courage to walk through the wilderness.

To journey through a place where you have surrendered the safety and security of your entire being to the elements that now surround you.

An environment that demands your control and consent before crossing its threshold.

Only then can we truly experience adventure.

Now I'm not speaking of the "let's reconnect with our primal instincts by bathing in the river and eating bark". No, that’s something different. That’s survivor.... not adventure.

Just as surviving is one way we can navigate through life, adventure is another.

Lawrence Kushner reminds us, "It is a way of being. A place that demands being open to the flow of life around (us)". Not an easy task. In fact, it’s a very dangerous one. To live in adventure requires us to lean into danger.

Danger, something that we as citizens of both the land of the free & of heaven have grown strangely adverse to.

It's here that we run the risk of being swallowed up by a giant fish, or being eaten alive by lions. A way of life where we gamble good days for extraordinary ones and put our hearts on the line.

It's in this place that the reality of becoming disenchanted with the insulatory life we've constructed for ourselves becomes more than a possibility, it becomes an absolute certainty.

This is what happens when we live in adventure. Danger sets in and we are presented with an invitation to precariously lean into that which is unfolding before our very eyes.

In both our culture and sub-culture we’ve been conditioned to think danger is bad and is to be avoided at all costs. It's true; danger can lead to suffering and sometimes death. However, the greatest minds throughout history will tell you that "death" is what brings forth life; and suffering that brings about transformation.

It's impossible to experience adventure without being in danger. We must enter into the wilderness or desert place. Its one of the only places (if not the only place) that clarity and illumination come forth like the stars glistening over the dunes. The desert is the place where new life incubates.

A space that’s unpredictable and uncontrollable. An expanse that affects not only the body, but also the soul. "A place that demands being honest with yourself without regard to the cost in personal anxiety. A place that demands being present with all of yourself" and therefore those around you.

In the wilderness an invitation is always extended. An invitation to courageously peer into the barren wasteland within. To sit long enough and wait late enough for the winds of anxiety to die down and listen for the distant hauling of the coyote.

If you can affix your ears you’ll hear the Spirit speak through the cries of the coyote.

These are the ways of walking in the wilderness. "You are left alone each day with an immediacy that astonishes, chastens and exults". And as a result "you see the world as if for the first time", you see yourself for the first time. "If we stay present to our discomfort, we will also feel something else arising—something more real, capable, sensitive, and exquisitely aware of ourselves, (others) and of our surroundings". *

You see the wilderness doesn’t lead us into silence and seclusion. The wilderness leads us into communication and connectedness. It echoes volumes in the chambers of our hearts leading us into deeper expressions of intimacy and adventure.

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Quotes from Lawrence Kushner, The Wilderness Way

*Enneagram Institute

Miércoles de Ceniza, divine therapy begins... #landofliminality #lent

Today is Miércoles de Ceniza (Ash Wednesday). It's the day that followers of Yeshua commence their journey into Cuaresma (Lent). A journey that fetters us to Jesus as His people and to the foundations of our faith.

Joan Chittister reminds us that "every year [the practice of] lent plunges us into the center of [our] faith, reminding us of who we are and who we must become". And so, on this very sacred day, we receive the sign of the cross brushed across our foreheads with ashes.

The ashes are placed on our forehead as a visible reminder of the effects of sin on all of humanity and our environment. A reminder that we live in a world that is not as it should be or even was intended to be. It is for this very reason that Jesus came. To undo what was done. To redeem what was lost. To make all things new. It is because of His sacrifice that we bear the emblem of the cross today.

And so it's with this somber tone that this season begins. A season of mourning and longing. "A passionate expression of grief and sorrow" for the injustices that we all endure. A time to reflect deeply on our own pain and that of our neighbors. A time to express remorse for the pain that comes to us and our fellow man (or woman) at our own hand. A time to turn back to the path we have strayed from or to go in search of a new path all together. I believe this is for these reasons that Thomas Keating calls this season, a time of "divine therapy". It's the season in the liturgical year that is the most weighty. Our hearts heavy and emotions high.

Every year just as Lent begins the nervousness makes its way into my veins. I start to feel the tension of what I'm stepping into. The space set aside for the acknowledgement of how deep my pain and the pain of my neighbors really is. How bruised I am from fumbling through this thing called life and how broken we all are.

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I don't know what scares me more. Seeing what's revealed or feeling it. It's hard enough to see the pain and problems that keep us bound. Bound to unforgiveness, hatred, anger, security or fear. But it's a whole other thing to sit long enough to let it touch you. Being one who doesn't rank high on the empathy scales. I rarely have moments where I'm overcome with emotion at the pain someone else has to endure. The times I do experience this it’s almost unbearable.

And yet I must remember this season is set-aside for just that. For opening Pandora’s box and courageously looking and listening to everything that comes out. For facing and feeling the reality of a fallen and fractured world. And remembering in the midst of it all that "this too shall pass". This world will pass away and the day will come when everything is restored. Remembering that the act to undo was already done. Restoration is both here and yet to come. It's with that truth in mind that we look forward as we journey together through this season of "divine therapy".

The emergence of something new. #landofliminality

For the first time in my life I'm experiencing pure uncontaminated joy!

That's right. I've never (please permit my extremist language), that I can recall, experienced joy without intentionally contributing to its existence.

I'm so happy I can hardly stand it. If I had a happy dance I'd be doing it (picturing Dylan Hake doing his happy dance will have to suffice for now).

I had no idea that life could be lived outside of the rhythms of what Brené Brown calls "control and predict". My entire life has been lived that way. I identified what I wanted (or needed) and reverse engineered a plan to get me there. And 99% of the time it worked. So success was satisfying...because I earned it! But (pero) it turns out there's an entirely different way to live.

Frances Mayes writes that we are all foreigners who have landed here by grace. Now although I like the idea of that I would have to disagree. I think some of us have landed where we because we have "controlled and predicted" our way into our present reality. I know that to be true because that's exactly how I've survived and "succeeded" my way through the first 25 years of my life. Granted I've known another way existed, but I've never personally experienced it.

Now, at about two o'clock this afternoon it occurred to me that there are two ways we can navigate our way through life. The first being what I've already described. A life in control. The underpinning of this type of life is fear. Fear of failure and fear of the unknown.

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The alternative is living a life in courage. This lifestyle is under girded by faith. Faith in the (few) certainties in this life. Love and relationships (listen to me...from shrewd business woman to a bohemian romantic-ha!). Now, the secret here is that you first have to be operating under the TRUE definition of love and not the midnight moonlight version you see on the silver screen. But you are going to have to figure out that one for yourself. Once you have figured that one out you'll come to realize all of life is inner-connected. We humans are knit together in a large web of relationships. We live life in relationship with ourselves, one another, our environment and lets not forget...the Divine.

To live the later requires us to first, stop controlling and predicting and second, to risk. People who live this life make a conscious decision each day, each moment to live a life exposed to the elements. To live a life defined by the word and practice I most feared. The infamous "V" word, vulnerability. And as it turns out I get to taste the sweetness of Mrs. Mayes' words afterall. For today I am a mere foreigner who has landed "here" by grace.

Connections come. Opportunities emerge. Resources are revealed. Friendships are made.

After returning home to my cell I still can't figure out which is better. The fact that I was the recipient of all of the beautiful gifts I received today or the fact that I didn't do (control, contribute, manipulate, or move) any of these "things" into existence.

Cuaresma: Into the Wilderness #landofliminality #lent

In just a few short days we will enter into the season known as Lent.

Lent was originally used in the English language to describe the season between winter and summer; the season we now refer to as spring. In German the word "lenz" was used, and to this day the Dutch use to word "lente".

In England the word lent came to be known not for the season but for the Christian observance that took place during that time. This communal pilgrimage is entered into with the global Church. A journey that ventures into the wilderness for forty days in an effort to be stirred up by suffering to the truth of who we are as the people of God and the reality in which we are called to live. 

As Joan Chittister puts it, "Lent is the call to renew a commitment grown dull, perhaps, by a life more marked by routine than by reflection". A time where the body is subservient to the spirit. It's a time where our view of self-care expands beyond material and physical desires to take into account the condition of the soul. 

"Steeped in the consciousness of the cross, the Christian goes again to the tomb of the heart"* and there must come to terms with the fear that has kept us from both obedience and abundance; as well as the great mystery that has been revealed to us through Christ and whether or not we actually believe it to be true. 

This process leads us back to the same place. We must once again choose to put our faith in Christ and in so doing opt to take hold of that which is really life. In so doing we are faced with yet another invitation.

This invitation is centered upon two inter-woven themes. Two themes that are not only central to lent and the Christian faith, but to life. They are sacrifice and suffering. Suffering knows no bounds, as everyone is a victim. Nietzsche reminds us, "to live is to suffer". So the question is posed to each of us during this Lenten season, "what will you suffer for"?

Jesus battled the religious leaders of his day "to bring the synagogue to the truth of its own tradition"* and it cost him his life. Dr. King fought for a "color blind society" among a country who sought to keep the scales of equality tipped to their advantage and he too paid the price of suffering with his life. Dorothy Day, journalist, activist, and anarchist gave her life to the poor and homeless until her heart finally gave out.

So again I pose the question, "what are you willing to suffer for"?

During Cuaresma (the Spanish word for Lent, derived from cuarenta, the number 40) I will be removing some of the physical barriers that smother me from spiritual sight as well as refraining from and partaking in particular practices that will aid me in cultivating a deeper attentiveness to the Spirit during the next 40 days. 

These items are to include:

1. The abstinence from meat, dairy, sweets, and alcohol. In exchange I will be observing a very strict meat-free Paleo palette for the purposes of detoxification, purification and identification with my neighbors who do not have access (financially or otherwise) to meat as a part of their diet.

2. Cataloging my experiences in written or pictorial form by way of journaling or blogging every day to create a space for contemplation.

3. Engaging in intense physical exercise four days a week for the purpose of achieving health, building endurance and cultivating rhythms that contribute to mental and spiritual wellness.

This season of Lent comes at a very crucial time in my life. A time in my life where the Spirit has brought me into a liminal space to bring forth an answer to this very question. What will you spend the rest of your life suffering for? Echoes of this destiny have come forth through time spent sitting in silently in my cell as well as the crucial conversations with members of my community. It was the yearning for this answer that I came to México and it’s with the same longing that I will enter into Cuaresma.

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*Neil Krug, desert photo

*Joan Chittister, quote taken from "The Liturgical Year"

An Evening Hymn #landofliminality

Holy Spirit, Truth divine,

Dawn upon this soul of mine;

Word of God and inward light,

Wake my spirit, clear my sight.

 

Holy Spirit, Love divine,

Glow within this heart of mine;

Kindle every high desire;

Perish self in your pure fire.

 

Holy Spirit, Power divine,

Fill and nerve this will of mine;

Grant that I may strongly live,

Bravely bare, and nobly strive.

 

Holy Spirit, Right divine,

King within my conscience reign;

Be my Lord, and I shall be

Firmly bound, forever free.

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Hymn by Samuel Longfellow

Photo by Neil Krug