My colleague imposed ashes on my forehead first thing this morning.
Today, as I have for the last three years, I met said colleague from the Evangelical Lutheran Church in town at the train station to provide ashes for early morning commuters. I was amazed at the varied folks who approached me to receive ashes. Some sheepishly. Some quickly. Some reverently. Some boldly. Some didn’t want ashes; they just wanted to chat. One offered to pay me. A couple offered a blessing to me.
Afterward, as I ate breakfast, (obviously, I am not fasting on Ash Wednesday) I wondered at what it all means – Ash Wednesday. I did a quick internet search and learned a bit. The imposition of ashes started as a Roman Catholic ritual, as so many rituals do. The ashes are often made by burning the palm branches from the previous Palm Sunday (or, if I am honest, they are simply purchased online). The ashes symbolize two main things:
That is a great description of what Ash Wednesday means, or at least what it meant historically. We Christians like to talk about our sin and about how our sin is forgiven. Honestly, the talk of sin makes me somewhat uncomfortable. Maybe it is the tradition in which I was raised, Pentecostal. We knew all about all kinds of sin! But does God really care if I play cards or dance or let a four-letter word slip out?? Is that sin? Or is sin those actions that hurt ourselves, our planet, and one another?
As I was not fasting over breakfast, I was reading through the news and catching up on Facebook. There was a story about a pastor who said, “Coronavirus will stop if China accepts Jesus.” I usually shake my head at such ridiculous stories and keep scrolling. But today, on Ash Wednesday, when we Christians are meant to remember our sins AND strive to correct our thoughts, I stopped. Today, I think we Christians have a lot of repenting and contemplating to do.
We condemn those who are different (we progressives are just as guilty; we just condemn different groups of people). We equate nationalism with our religion. We argue over who should take care of the poor. We hoard what is ours. We support killing other humans (I am looking at you, war and capital punishment). We kill our planet. We exclude. We shake our heads when other “Christians” say the most hate-filled things and then keep scrolling.
Ash Wednesday is meant to remind us that underneath gender and race and nationality and belief, we are humans that are born and live and then die. I wonder how many people are going to remember to grieve their sins and then strive to be better, more loving, more accepting, just . . . more. I want to say, “I will remember! This Lent will be different!”
My colleague imposed ashes on my forehead first thing this morning. Every time I see my reflection, I am surprised to see the smudge of ash. If I cannot remember a smudge of ash for one day, how am I going to remember to work on being a better person this season of Lent?
My colleague imposed ashes on my forehead first thing this morning.
We were in Houston over the weekend visiting two of our grandchildren. We have six, and expect a blog post at some point in the future about what it means for me to have six grandchildren. I, of course, love all my grandchildren. They are such unique individuals. The two in Houston I have known their entire lives and even had the great honor of baptizing. I have loved watching them grow and turn into amazing little humans.
One day on our trip, we went to our bedroom and our granddaughter had left a note on our bed. I admit to getting a little teary-eyed. She listed “Five Main Reasons Why I love Papa & Dale.” We had taken them to the movies and shopping earlier, so I was expecting something along those lines. This is what she listed (emphasis hers):
The fact that a nine-year-old looks at me and thinks those things about me fills me with all kinds of thoughts and emotions. Do I really always have room in my heart for others? Am I always thankful for what I have? Am I always kind? I do try to be mindful of what I say and do when I am with my grandchildren. I don’t want to teach them my bad habits. I don’t want them to learn my phobias or prejudices. I want to model for them what it means to be a compassionate and caring person. Here is the thing: I didn’t realize that they were watching so closely. My granddaughter, without even knowing it, has challenged me to be better and work harder.
My grandson is inquisitive, funny and full of love. He is musical and artistic.
Here is what my grandson has taught me:
One of the reasons for this particular trip was to see our granddaughter compete in gymnastics. When I was nine, I think I was still figuring out how to ride a bike! She does amazing (at least to me) feats on all the apparatus.
Here is what my granddaughter has taught me:
Whitney Houston sang a song that is always in the back of my mind when I am with my grandchildren.
I believe the children are our future
Teach them well and let them lead the way
Show them all the beauty they possess inside
Give them a sense of pride
To make it easier
Let the children's laughter remind us how we used to be
Greatest Love of All – Linda Creed, lyricist
My goal is to be the person my grandchildren think I am and to learn how to be that person by watching and learning from them.
Why yes, I am a vegetarian. Well, actually, a pescetarian. A vegetarian eats a mostly plant-based diet, including eggs and dairy. A pescetarian eats a plant-based diet, includes eggs and dairy and aquatic animals. I am most often asked, simply, “WHY” or, “don’t you miss BACON?!”
The reason a person chooses to move to a plant-based diet varies by individual. I have flirted with being a vegetarian/pescetarian for years. I would go weeks at a time without eating meat, often as a way to diet and lose weight. I always felt better during those times. I know that our meat industry is terrible for the environment, and that would be a good reason for me not to eat meat. But the real reason is I have seen too many videos on the way animals are treated when taken to slaughter (I mean, the word “slaughter” is enough to make me want to stop eating meat) AND too many videos showing how smart pigs are and how sensitive cows are, and it makes me sad to think about eating another creature that displays a level of intelligence and sensitivity.
Once people stop trying to convince me that I don’t need to be a vegetarian/pescetarian, that I can eat locally farmed and slaughtered animals, they ask me if it’s hard to give up meat. Meat itself? No, it’s not hard to give up meat. Learning a new way to cook and grocery shop? Yes, that is hard. But for me, worth it.
Being a vegetarian/pescetarian crystallized for me when I started researching for a sermon series on the wisdom of Mister Rogers, who was a vegetarian beginning in the early 1970s. He was famous for saying, “I don’t want to eat anything that has a mother.” The more I thought about his statement, the more it resonated with me, although I like to say, “I don’t want to eat anything that has a nurturing mother,” which is how I feel better about eating aquatic animals.
This is a journey to being, for me, a better and more spiritual person; and maybe that is the driving force, spirituality. I don’t want to have a part in the brutality of meat processing. I also know the cruelty that is present in our dairy industry. I have pretty much given up milk; cheese is what I have to deal with next! And eggs would be even harder, which is why I try to buy cage-free and free-range eggs from local farmers. This is also a journey to health for me; I come from a family with a history of heart disease and diabetes. I, personally, am healthier now that I don’t eat meat. I no longer have heartburn and acid reflux.
What is the point of this blog post? Not to convince you to be a vegetarian/pescatarian. But if you want to be convinced, just do an internet search on slaughterhouses. The point for me is to invite people to stop laughing or joking when I say I am a vegetarian/pescatarian. I think they laugh because it makes them nervous and as we know, anything that is outside of the norm often makes people nervous. I invite people to stop feeling sorry for me; they say they feel sorry that I cannot eat meat. Trust me, my quality of life is not somehow diminished because I don’t eat hamburgers.
But maybe the real point of the blog is to invite you to simply be mindful of what you choose to eat and the effect it has on the environment, your body and other living creatures.
As you may know, this summer, we went on vacation in Hawaii. On the Big Island, we stayed in a wonderful house. It was off the beaten path on the Kona side of the Island. There was not a straight road to be found; there were twists and turns, ups and downs, bumpy patches of pavement, and mongoose darting across the road. It always took a while to get where you were going.
Driving home from the movies, after our return to the mainland, we were on a road that was straight, straight, straight, no twists just predictable right angles to change course. I admit to thinking it was nice to be on such a straight, smooth road. I didn’t have to pay as close attention I just drove and let my mind wander; I knew what was coming. I remember thinking life should be like this; straight and predictable!!
Then I started looking through the pictures from vacation and I was reminded of the astonishing beauty along the roads in Hawaii; plumeria and hibiscus blooming everywhere, lush green vines and breathtaking views right around the bend in the road. All the twists and turns, ups and downs forced me to drive slower and stay alert.
Maybe that is how we should live life, understanding that the ups and downs are part of living. That things will always dart out in front of us forcing us to stop or change course. Embracing the twists and turns, remembering that the hairpin in the roads of our life are turns that can bring entirely new vistas into view. Pocahontas sings Just Around the River Bend in the Disney movie by the same name. As she sings, she asks Should I choose the smoothest course Steady as the beating drum? Or do you still wait for me, dream giver Just around the river bend? I pray that I will always embrace the ups and downs, darting distractions and the twists and turns so I can see and experience and live just around the bend.
Welcome to my blog. While I am a minister in a Christian tradition, not all my blog posts will be religious; instead, the blog will be my observations about spirituality, life, love, and whatever else happens to be on my mind!
As a way to get to know me, here are a few of my favorite quotes:
“There is no place like home.”
“Some people without brains do an awful lot of talking, don't you think?”
“A heart is not judged by how much you love; but by how much you are loved by others.”
― L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
The quotes are from the classic movie “Wizard of Oz.” I grew up in Kansas and had a strong affinity for the movie. One of the reasons I love the film is because I identify with Dorothy – well, right up to the point that she decided to return to Kansas. What was wrong with her? Oz was a magical place, or at least I thought so.
When Judy Garland, as Dorothy, sings “Somewhere Over the Rainbow,” I am transported. She has me hooked with the first verse:
Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true
I wanted to be somewhere where dreams came true. I didn’t fit in very well in Kansas. I was bullied as a child and suffered horrible night terrors. I had no idea what was wrong with me and in my mind, obviously, something had to be because I was not happy.
I didn’t like sports, watching or playing! And it was more than not liking sports. I was bad at sports, always picked last to be on any team. I so wanted to be just like Dorothy and end up somewhere over the rainbow, never mind the fact that Dorothy wasn’t understood on the other side of the rainbow either. When someone is different, it can take time to figure out that our differences are what make us special, and everyone is special.
I still love the song “Over the Rainbow,” but even more, I love the version by Israel Kamakawiwo`Ole, who combines it with “What A Wonderful World.” You can listen here:
When we learn to live as our authentic selves, we can begin the work to make this world wonderful. I hope you will join me on this journey.
I attended seminary at Louisville (KY) Presbyterian Theological Seminary and have served churches in Indiana, Illinois and Missouri. I have also worked for the national offices of the denomination in Louisville.