Thanks so much to First Presbyterian Church in North Palm Beach for including two of my writings in their Lenten Devotional for 2012.
My contributions were a little bit unconventional this year (i.e. one regarding Facebook and the other about Turkey Buzzards), so I especially appreciate the loving kindness (and good-hearted humor) of my treasured friend, Sara M., for including them.
Here they are:
(photo above courtesy of Wikipedia Commons)
Saturday, March 17, 2012
“You must first understand this, my
beloved: let everyone be quick to listen, slow to speak, slow to anger; for
your anger does not produce God’s righteousness.” – James 1: 19-20 (NRSV)
Facebook – do
you love it or hate it? Maybe, like me, you simultaneously feel both emotions
about the popular social media outlet. At times, my visit to the site uplifts
me. I delight to read an inspirational article or quote shared by a friend.
Other times, I am plunged into utter despair when I read hateful and judgmental
statements which - more often than not - are sadly made by fellow Christians.
I was in just such a frustrated
state the other morning when an online friend complimented me about my good listening
skills. Suddenly, I was rendered speechless. I realized with utter clarity that
I had completely lost my spiritual gift for Sacred Listening when it came to Facebook. I was guilty of an intense, ego-driven
need to constantly share my own thoughts, interests, and opinions. I began to
consider that if everyone else was as consumed as I was with what they were
personally saying, then could anyone really
be listening to anyone else? And if no one was actually listening, then why
in the world did we all continue to keep talking, talking, and TALKING?
Five minutes later I posted a statement
declaring my profile page a “Sacred Listening Space.” For the past week, I have
(mostly) only permitted myself to listen intently to the conversations of my
friends. I comment just when I have something positive to say. In fairness, I also
force myself to read the postings of viewpoints with which I do not personally
agree. I then try to use the period after my Facebook time for prayer and reflection rather than give into the sinful
emotions of anger like I used to do.
The wisdom I am learning through
this ongoing exercise of discipline continues to bless me daily. With Christ’s
help, I am learning ways to better love the people I dare to call my “Friends.”
“Holy Father, please zip my lips
whenever I am tempted to speak on my own accord. Keep me silent until you directly
place into my throat the words you wish me to share aloud. Grant me the courage
to then speak those words with Love in Christ’s holy name - Amen.”
Robin Bradley Hansel
(photo above courtesy of Dr. Ron Hilliard)
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
“For
he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler and from the deadly
pestilence; he will cover you with his pinions, and under his wings you will
find refuge; his faithfulness is a shield and buckler.” – Psalm 91: 3-4 (NRSV)
The Turkey Buzzards are back. They are staring straight at me from atop my
neighbor’s roof. In the past, I’ve counted up to ten of their dark, shadowy figures.
Today, there are only three.
For me, the vultures’ presence used
to elicit an ominous feeling of trouble on the horizon. This morning, I observe
them with a peaceful soul for I know they merely symbolize the shedding of an
old, decayed sin from my heart. Today, I am a witness to the beauty and grace of
each awkward bird. They stretch their giant wings and shine brilliantly in the
late morning light.
Interestingly, I’d found a Turkey
Buzzard feather earlier in the week while walking our dog. Not realizing its
origin at the time, I lovingly placed it on my writing desk dreaming of great
majestic cranes, eagles, hawks and osprey. During dinner, I brought it proudly
to the table to show my family. They burst into laughter recognizing immediately
what it was. I angrily rushed to grab my laptop to properly identify it but
found, unfortunately, that they were absolutely correct. I promptly threw the
feather in the garbage and set about disinfecting my hands and every household surface
that it had touched.
But today, on this quiet morning of
reflection, I can laugh aloud for it suddenly makes perfect sense. First, I believe
I needed to really take a long, hard look at my own brokenness. It was
important for me to pick it up, hold it in my hand and turn it over for awhile.
Eventually, I had to stop trying to justify the ugly significance of my sin and
see it as death and destruction. I had to ask God to help me cast it out of my
life. Only then would the Holy Spirit arrive with winged wisdom and reveal to
me that through Christ’s love and sacrifice I was already washed clean.
“Loving Father, thank
you for all the quiet ways you speak to me through your Creation. – Amen”
I can completely see why these two unconventionally wonderful pieces of yours were included. Making me think of things I hadn't considered, my friend. Love that....and you:)
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