Always be ready to explain your hope
to anyone who demands an account from you.
— 1 Peter 3.15
Be mindful of how God has acted with grace in your life. Be prepared in every moment to bear witness to God’s grace, for at any turn such accounting may be demanded of you — not by threatening inquisitors, but by thirsty beggars. Be attentive lest you miss the grace that passes before you, whether as small as a single birdsong or as broad as the rising sun of your own life restored. Be grateful, lest these pearls have been thrown to swine. And be ready to speak of it in the grandest or simplest words or deeds. You have not invented your own hope; it has sprung, green and living, from the grace that has rained upon you, has welled up from deepest springs, has come to you in steadfast rivers. Treasure this hope with the highest honor: not to hoard it, but to share. For at any moment you may be the one to offer such living water to one whose lips are parched, who in their thirst may act haughtily or even with anger, but whose heart thirsts for hope. Be ready. God’s grace is infinite, and it alone is the source of all our hope. Be ready, lest the miracle escape you.
— May 17, 2017
I will ask God, who will give you another Advocate,
to be with you forever.
Not a judge or prosecutor,
but a defense attorney.
I believe in you.
I see your beauty, your glory even,
better than you.
I will advocate for you
against those who accuse,
against every obstacle,
against the voice in your head
that says you’re not good enough.
I will counsel you
in every challenge and disappointment.
You don’t have to call for me;
I am here. Forever.
I will advocate for you
against your uncertainty,
your fear and shame,
for the sake of that person
that even to this day
is still hidden.
I am the Yes of God
Breath prayer: + Yes … within +
—May 16, 2017
I have spent so much for this shell,
this seed casing,
and then, safely contained,
strained at the walls of my tomb,
while inside this little shell
is the living I AM.
Beneath the stone
is the light.
The little green leaves unfolding
on the forest floor
in their unfurling are nothing
like the seed.
Let me die—my little one, my “me”—
and in death emerge into life,
into you, the wholeness of you,
the river of you, never unflowing,
one with this earth and its breathing,
its wind and tide and seasons,
these creatures who know me,
these stars who sing my name,
and my sisters and brothers,
my other selves
in this risen life,
no longer grains but bread.
May 15, 2017
You are a chosen people, a royal priesthood,
a holy nation, God’s own beloved,
in order that you may proclaim the mighty acts
of the One who called you out of darkness
into God’s marvelous light.
—1 Peter 2.9
Your being chosen isn’t a privilege; it’s a job.
It’s not a prize for your ego.
It’s ground for humility and gratitude.
It’s healing for your shame, your hopelessness.
Remember: what is your story?
What are God’s mighty acts in your life?
What was the darkness? What is the light?
Be amazed again. Dwell on that.
Now: how will you proclaim?
How are you called to be a priest of light?
+ God, may everything I do
proclaim your mighty acts
and shine with your light. +
—May 12, 2017
I am in my Abba, and you in me, and I in you.
Love is God.
God is the Lover and the Beloved
and the Love that flows between.
Love is infinite; all things exist in God.
Christ is the embodiment of love,
part of God and yet also an out-reaching.
You are God’s beloved,
and the embodiment of God’s love;
you are in God, and part of Christ;
God is in you, and part of you.
Of course this is confusing.
All is con-fused.
There is only one thing,
and you are in it.
It is love.
Be in it.
Breath prayer: In … love
—May 11, 2017
Thomas said, “How can we know the way?”
Jesus said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life.
No one comes to Abba God except through me.”
A zen koan.
People have used it to imagine Jesus answering a question he wasn’t asked.
He was not being asked which religion will get you saved.
Not comparing one ism with another,
after all, he was Jewish, talking to Jews.
It’s not that there is one religion, one “way” and no other way;
there is no “way” at all. No set of rules. No formula. No ism.
Not even Christianity.
There’s only relationship. Presence. Love.
He’s not selling a religion, he’s offering himself.
Jesus is not trying to convert you.
He’s inviting you to love him.
“John,” the story’s author, sees Jesus as the embodied love of God,
the Word made flesh.
Love is what Jesus means by “me.”
The only way to God is through God’s love.
Love is the way, the truth, and the life.
Christ hides in all of life and whispers,
Breath prayer: + love … me +
—May 10, 2017
In my Abba God’s house there are many rooms….
I go and prepare a place for you;
I will come again and will take you to myself,
so that where I am, there you may be also.
Jesus is not talking about being dead and entering into the afterlife.
He’s talking about entering into this life, being really alive.
God’s house is not death. It’s God’s presence.
It’s this life. This moment.
The Beloved goes before you into this moment,
is here in this moment before you are,
and makes room for you,
opens a space, blesses your belonging.
The Gracious One comes to you:
leaves the place of divine certainty and perfection
and meets you where you are, in your uncertainty,
your limitation, your partiality,
and takes you to himself,
gathers you into his heart,
so that where he is,
not where he’s going to be after he dies, or you do,
but where he is—right here, right now,
in the intimate presence of God—
you may be.
What if you were to enter your life?
It’s ready for you.
What if, in gratitude and humility,
you were to live it welcoming others
into the many rooms
Breath prayer: + welcome … home +
—May 9, 2017
In spring these spangled woods
are raucous with birds,
O sing a new song unto the Lord,
and the trees try on their prints and florals
before summer’s solids,
open my lips and my mouth will declare your praise,
their shades and kinds of green,
the lime and lemon greens,
russets and ochres,
handing out their devotional leaflets,
let my prayers rise before you,
the oaks opening their little umbrellas,
the beeches their praying hands,
the blossoming trees scattering confetti
among the chanting peepers and
ferns unfurling the scroll of the Word,
let every living thing praise you.
And you, wanderer, are no less a part
of this burgeoning world,
this myriad of unfoldings,
I try to count them—they are more than the sand,
this world in its glorious becoming.
as a front of freedom and delight
brings divine brainstorming
in the inward regions,
clearing, as time passes,
into all of who you are.
—May 8, 2017
The shepherd goes ahead of them,
and the sheep follow.
Even though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death
I fear no evil.
Usually when we pray “The Lord is my shepherd” we have in mind that God provides for us and protects us. When we pray about the valley of the shadow of death we mean an unfortunate place we’ve unwillingly found ourselves. But what if the Loving Shepherd leads us intentionally into the dark valley? What if Psalm 23 is not only about comfort, but courage? What if it is not meant to direct our attention toward ourselves, but toward God and God’s will?
Imagine that the “paths of righteousness” include the arduous road of working and even sacrificing for justice and compassion. That the shepherd restores our soul because we’ve poured it out. That the table prepared for us is not in our safe sanctum but among our enemies. That Jesus is leading us to be with those who dwell in the shadow of death, not from a distance, but there in the valley with them. That Jesus is leading us to do justice despite persecution, to enter into the world’s wounds, to be in solidarity with those who suffer. Is that not what it means to take up our cross and follow him, to follow him into the shadow of death?
“It’s just consequences to suffer for our bad choices,” says 1 Peter 2.20, “but it opens us to God’s grace to suffer for doing good.” The one prize we hold most dear is to be near the Beloved. So we don’t beg for the easy path, the still waters and green pastures. We pray for the grace to listen, draw near and follow, even if the shepherd is marching into the valley of shadows. We pray for more than our own comfort. We pray for the healing of the world. So we pray to follow the Beloved, even into dark places, knowing that even there we are led, we are blessed, we are renewed.
Breath prayer: Following you … I fear not
―May 5, 2017
Loving One, I will let you shepherd me
to where you choose, not I.
You are what I need.
Transform my desires.
My heart as still as the waters,
I am grateful for these green pastures;
deepen my gratitude.
Lead me in the way of justice
even through the shadow of death.
Along your via dolorosa
To this rich table of your grace
invite my enemies.
I accept your anointing.
I drink of your cup.
Goodness and mercy are mine;
mine, your presence.
—May 4, 2017