Faith, Hope

The Unbelieved

Then the women remembered Jesus’ words, and returning from the tomb they told all this to the eleven and to all the rest. Now it was Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary the mother of James, and the other women with them who told this to the apostles. But these words seemed to the apostles an idle tale, and they did not believe them. But Peter got up and ran to the tomb; stooping and looking in, he saw the linen cloths by themselves; then he went home, amazed at what had happened. (Luke 24: 8-12)

As a pastor, I am often called into the complexities inherent within any family during times of crisis and deep change:

  • The past present in the now,
  • The unacknowledged pain and resentment buried within the family system,
  • The addictions, secrets, and mental health issues,
  • The hopes and dreams still alive, and
  • The love ready to be given despite broken communication and relationships.

My role in caring for peopleโ€™s spirits is to hold all that is shared, whether verbally or behaviorally, as sacred, even the pain.

My work is to also hold that God is active and acting in the midst of it all.ย Because of this holy work, I am heartened by a different translation of Psalm 118, verse 24, one we more commonly hear as:

โ€œThis is the day the LORD has made. Let us rejoice and be glad,โ€

The translation I embrace however is:

โ€œThis is the day the LORD has acted. Let us rejoice and be glad in the LORD.โ€

God is always acting! In the midst of busy hospital rooms full of beeping machines, staff flowing in and out, and worry. In the quiet hospice rooms as loved ones sit vigil listening for breath. In the middle of a familyโ€™s living room, over the phone or on a video call, in a stuffy prison visitation room. Even in the office hallway of the church I serveโ€”God is always acting in the middle of human chaos gently and insistently steering us toward truths–truths of the past as well as truths of what can or will be next.

In the spiritual care of others, I do not hold truth in the form of diagnosis or treatment plans. My presence is to acknowledge the crap as well as the courage and energy it takes to transition from the known into the unknown. I and anyone providing spiritual careโ€”rabbis, imans, priests, pastors, chaplains, deacons, and lay peopleโ€”are called to acknowledge what is. Truth that a loved one is dying. Truth that we all will die. Truth that a marriage is asking to end. Truth that a pregnancy is not viable. Truth that an addiction has taken hold within a person impacting a family. Truth that there is pain wreaking havoc within a person that yes can be healed.

And like the women who bring truth to the disciples that Jesus is no longer dead but alive, we who provide spiritual care are not always believed. The truth we hold for all involved is not always welcomed.

We still live in a time in which our sharing of the Good News of Jesus Christ, the Good News that God cannot and will not die, and that justice for all people is still possible on earth if we listen and follow the ways of Jesus is received by many with disbelief, disdain, and contempt. This Good News seems unwelcome in the midst of this devastating race for human power over all else, even lifeโ€”human and all of creation.

So then, arenโ€™t we all like the women who run from the empty tomb to share the Good News? Our words named as idle. Easily diminished, cast aside, maligned as untruths, gossip, lies. Leaving us to wonder where hope lives? Where is the hope that so many of us find in the un-dying-ness of God! In God who will forever live with us. In God who wants all of humanity to thrive!

I suggest that our hope today is in the one person who couldnโ€™t quite go back to what he was doing after hearing the Good News from the women. The one person who could not fully dismiss their words. The writer of Luke tells us this:

But Peter got up and ran to the tomb; stooping and looking in, he saw the linen cloths by themselves; then he went home, amazed at what had happened.

Perhaps the majority of those who believe that this new way in which we now live in this country, this malicious and contemptuous way of treating others, this way in which human rights and constitutional rights are just for a few and not for the many, will not hear us proclaiming the Good News this day or any day. But we hope and pray and keep watch for the Peters. Those people for whom something we say stirs them into exploratory action. Action leading to truth, Godโ€™s truth, and from Godโ€™s truth into an experience of amazement. Amazement at their own disbelief! Amazement in their willingness to be swayed by the evils of this world. Yet also amazement in the glory of Godโ€™s truth and grace. God always offering new life. God always with us.

The Good News delivered by us, despite the reaction. Delivered by those of us who are willing to still speak the Good News in our words. Wear the Good News on our faces. And bring the Good News into the midst of those who have surrendered to this new reality. To those who have quit believing in truth in order to hide behind lies.

We share the Good News of God, the Good News of Jesus the Christ now in this country with the courage of the women- Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary, and the other women knowing our truth will be diminished and unbelieved but we share because there is always a Peter in the roomโ€”someone for whom our words send them toward discovery and truth! Amen.

Let us pray:

We thank you this day O God for being good. For being goodness and mercy. For being love. And for being all these things and more which never, ever die but always live and breathe and ask for us to live and breathe with them and you. Amen.

A version of this piece was first preached at St. Johns Lutheran Church (Rock Island, Illinois) on Easter Sunday, 2025.

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Hope, Lyme Disease, Self-Care

Slivers of Self Care

I wake in a pool of exhaustion. My chest hurts. My body resists movement, thought, or feeling. I stay in bed repeating,

“I am on my own side this day. I am on my own side this day. I am on my own side this day.”

Tears form. I am so moved by this small gift to myself in the midst of chaos.

There is hope, I realize, in what my son’s Lyme-informed therapist says about personal boundaries, about speaking truth, about future. Although I do not know how yet or when hope will arrive in its fullness. Just that this small glimmer found in repeated words brings an almost imperceptible expansion to my thinking, feeling, and being this day.

Yesterday morning drinking tea, watching the day rise I repeated a different set of words to myself, the windows, the wind outside,

“May I slow down. May I slow down. May I slow down today.”

Words remaining with me throughout day’s many hours. The push, push, push replaced by a new tempo forged in repeated words. As if time values my very being. Small slivers of self-care in less than forty-eight hours.

Tomorrow a new day.

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Healing meditation, Hope, Trauma, Trauma recovery

Affliction

โ€œMy soul is bereft of peace; I have forgotten what happiness is; so I say, โ€œGone is my glory, and all that I had hoped for from God.โ€ The thought of my affliction and my homelessness is wormwood and gall! My soul continually thinks of it and is bowed down within me. But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: The steadfast love of Godย never ceasesโ€ฆโ€ Lamentations 3:17-22

Reflection

Bitter thoughts. Stewing from down below. Gurgling with stomach acids. Bubbling up. Burning the esophagus. Causing throat and breath to sour.

The writer of Lamentations uses strong metaphors. Wormwood, a plant smelling and tasting bitter. Gall, another name for bile. Words filling the air and us with painโ€™s felt presence in and out of our bodies.

But in the midst of severe affliction this writer dares to hope? What is it that this writer โ€œcall(s) to mind?โ€ Surrounded by smells so intense, so permeating the writer curls. Caves in. What glimmers enough amidst affliction to speak of โ€œsteadfast loveโ€?

Healing Practice: Glimmers

What gives you even a small glimmer of hope? A pin head of possibility? A fleeting thought of future?

What or who steadies you right now? Your therapist? The mail carrier showing up every day at the same time? The noon time factory whistle or downtown church bells?

Name these. Write them down. Even the smallest of the small. The writer of Lamentations puts hope in God. Maybe you do too. Maybe you donโ€™t. Or maybe God is a glimmer of what can be.

Prayer

God of what can be, bring breezes filled with fresh air. Blow away bitternessโ€™ smell. Settle my stomach. Give relief to my soured throat. Spark my imagination. Fill my thoughts with hopeโ€™s tiny glimmers. Amen.

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Healing meditation, Hope, Trauma recovery

Unseen Seeds of Hope

โ€œโ€ฆWhat you sow does not come to life unless it dies.โ€
1 Corinthians 15:36 

Keep a list today. On a small piece of paper. One you can fold up. Fit in your pocket. Carry with you wherever you go. Unfold and flatten for remembering moments, even fleeting ones, scribbled down perhaps with a stubby pencil.

Collect the glimmers. The moments when hope settles on your heart for a passing second. Delivered in a realization, discovery, or an opening into whatโ€™s possible. Name each of these bits of unexpected joys and mercies in an act of gathering and sowing for your future. Continue this act of prayer for as long as it feels good to do so.

God, witness in me this day what I cannot see. Witness the tiny seeds of healing and hope I sow in my own fallowness. Witness in me my life-force still living. Witness in me my surprise in discovering unexpected joys. Receive my thanks for what I do not know will bless me today and tomorrow and in this wintered season of my own healing. Amen.  

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Healing meditation, Hope, Trauma, Trauma recovery

Absent God

โ€œDo not fear, for I am with you, do not be afraid, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you…โ€ Isaiah 41:10

โ€œAnd remember, I am with you always, to the end of the age.โ€ Matthew 28:20

Reflection

God said, โ€œI am with you.โ€ 

Jesus said, โ€œI am with you always.โ€

Statements opposing our abandonment. God gone. God disappearing. Leaving us alone. All alone in living hell. All alone suffering. All alone sitting in despair. Words telling us God stays with us. Is present with us. We, never alone. Always together with God.

How? How is God with us always?

I donโ€™t know. I just know sometimes things shift. Something opens up within me unlocking breathโ€™s captivity. Or something I once thought an impossible goodness becomes reality. Or someone shows up with life-giving words. Are these moments of God being with me embedding in my body? Surrounding my soul? Being the breath that I breathe?

Who knows? What I know is that these small shifts keep hope alive in me one moment at a time.

Healing Practice: Holding Possible Truth

Itโ€™s hard to fully hold this possible truth of God being with us always. But others can hold this possibility for us. Some already do without us even knowing about it. Today ask someone you trust to hold this thought for you. Maybe pick three people. Who cares if they believe in God or not. Thatโ€™s not their job right now. Their job is to hold this possibility for you.

Prayer

God, are you always with us? Even when we cannot feel your presence. Even when we cannot trust your presence. Even when we cannot believe in your presence. Hold us God in your seemingly absent presence as we attempt this possibility of hope. Amen.

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