Limited Menu: Fear or Faith
Last Friday I drove three hours to spend two days quilting at a missionary training center. The campus was beautiful (lakes and birds and gravel roads!), the company was lovely (Tempe, her mother-in-law, and her cousin-in-law!), and when it was time to load up the car, I was able to sit next to a hedgehog that didn’t exist last week at this time. (I had a LOT of help with the H-hog. In fact, at one point I thought I had screwed her up beyond repair. Suddenly, three pro quilters jumped in with seam rippers and irons, and within 10 minutes all was well. Magic.)
We trade in our terrors for more age-appropriate models.
After quilting for most of the day on Saturday, we decided to make our way into town to eat at a local restaurant. I ordered a veggie plate and was told that most of the veggies held meat. (Not a big deal. It happens all the time.) Pictured below are the four veggies that did NOT hold meat. (Mashed potatoes, carrots, fried okra, and fried pickles. I am definitely not complaining, although my stomach was wondering where my mind had gone.)
I won’t let my faith be criticized, and I won’t criticize your faith.
I left the quilting weekend early so I could drive 90 minutes to a UCC church in Jefferson City to hear John Pavlovitz’s sermon. I ended up arriving at the church way too early, so I wandered around town until I found caffeine. When I returned to the church, only one person was sitting in the sanctuary—a charming 85-year-old man who introduced himself to me more than once, telling me each time that he has Alzheimer’s and that we’ve probably met before.
You can control your inner weather.
It was a cool sunny morning, at least ten people introduced themselves to me, I had tubed some Ritz crackers in the car, the stained glass windows were jazzing me so hard, I was wearing one of my favorite outfits, there was a violin solo, I had recently given birth (figuratively) to a hedgehog, I was able to introduce myself to John Pavlovitz and thank him for coming to town…nothing but a perfect vibe going on. (Tubing Ritz crackers on a road trip. Do it sometime. Warning: Make sure you have water in case your crackers choose Trachea instead of Esophagus.)
It’s a small move between being despised and despising yourself.
John Pavlovitz’s words high-fived me throughout the entire sermon. I’m trying to control my use of “here’s the thing,” but here’s the thing: Quite a few people I know judge my faith and make weird assumptions about the church I attend. Quite a few people I know completely disagree with my social and political views. Here’s the thing about the thing: If you know me at all (AT ALL), you know that all I want is to be nice and helpful while being totally down with Jesus. All I want is to protect people who are feeling powerless. All I want is to appreciate and promote diversity. All I want is to learn as much as I can from everyone. Did you know that nearly 9,000 people fell to the ground together in 2007 to make snow angels in North Dakota? Did you know that I’ve started a collection of door knockers to hang on the wall by our staircase? Did you know that some tarantulas are cobalt blue? WE ALL HAVE SO MUCH TO LEARN. (This week Harper learned how to make origami butterflies!)
Be sure to right-size your fears and storms.
Yesterday I met a high school security guard who lost his hearing for seven months after an explosion in Somalia. He told me that he sings a lot better now than he did when he was deaf. He also said that he has developed a new appreciation for people’s voices. Today I’ve been thinking about the little things that I’ve learned to appreciate: Slices of Swiss cheese that are more hole than cheese, how the grocery store smells like my grandma’s house, ponytail holders hanging in our air vents because the cats were playing hockey with them, and sentences like “We all get batshit brain boners for this kind of crazy love.”
Don’t be overwhelmed by what you see and forgetful of what you know.
The woman next to me in the high school parking lot couldn’t get her car to start, so I told her that I have jumper cables but no idea how to use them. She called her friend who was in the building, and he came out to hook us up. Everything fell into place and she was off the lot in less than five minutes. Nearly an hour later I couldn’t get my key out of the ignition in the library parking lot. I tried to get the car to start, and nothing happened. I freaked out and immediately blamed the woman at the high school who had borrowed my power. I was so quick to blame her, yet I HAD TURNED THE CAR OFF WHILE IT WAS STILL IN DRIVE. A car won’t start while it is in Drive. Also, the key can’t be removed if the car is in Drive and: Lesson Learned. Sometimes I’m a jerk.
Are you going to be a fear bringer or a peace giver?
All of the italicized lines in this post were notes I took during the Pavlovitz sermon. He’ll be at our church for three days in June, and I’ve already cleared my calendar.
(I purchased the t-shirt from him after the Q&A session. By the way, the Q&A session pretty much became a support group for people who have lost contact with friends and family members because of religious or political views. Tears were shed by people who had been “abandoned” by siblings. One woman confessed that she prayed for a baby to get colic because the baby’s dad is an outspoken Republican. What in the ever-loving hell is happening to all of us?! We’re all going crazy in so many directions, and it’s sort of disgusting how we all treat each other.) Give peace. Give peace. Give peace. Repeat and repeat and repeat.
Be sure to balance information with rest.
Do me a favor right now and take the biggest breath you’ve taken all day.
13 thoughts on “If we lived forever, maybe nothing would seem important.”
Give peace. Breathe. Inspire. Release. And put the car in Park before turning off. <3
Thank you for this. I had not read much of his writing; I like what I have now read AND I have a few new t-shirts on the way.
I am always entertained or educated by your posts…today it was both!
This has been one of your best puddins I have read in a long time.
I will be having surgery this next week please keep me in your prayers.
This is a fabulous post.
I need that t-shirt (even tho I have sworn off buying t-shirts b/c my t-shirt drawer is stuffed to overflowing).
I NEED TO START COLLECTION DOOR KNOCKERS!
Great post, and great advice! I have the deep desire to be a calm, centered person who radiates joy and forgives easily, yet I also have the strong desire to punch a bunch of people in the face. And I have prayed for someone to get hemorrhoids. So, work in progress, I guess! :)
What a gorgeous post. Thank you. xoxo
Just what I needed to read this morning. Thank you.
“all I want is to be nice and helpful while being totally down with Jesus”
Yes. This. And that’s a fine hedgehog.
My mantra lately has been Be Kind. I tell my children you can never do evil by being Kind.
Seek justice, love mercy, and walk humbly with your God. For me kindness = mercy. It’s the Right Thing. And I’m all about doing The Right Thing.
Yes, this – yes.
Thank you. I just emailed John Pavlovitz about the murdering and holocaust of the 5 million white South Africans ongoing at this moment. The whites are being told to leave or be killed. Australia is trying to help. You will see horrific pics if you google this information. We were supposed to never let it happen again because we were so sad about what happened to the Jews. We must all be humane to everyone. I hope John can preach in South Africa to help stop the slaughter.
i loved this post <3 :)
Fantastic post. I want to start my own interesting art collection for our staircase now – perhaps the Paris flee markets will give me an idea (door knockers seem heavy to fly home with). And, thanks for the breath at the end. I sat up straighter afterwards.
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