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2/20/2013
Monthly Mondays: The Naturalist
2/13/2013
Missing you today Judy K.
An hour before she died, I started this improvisation on my iPad... and drew this during worship on Sunday. It was merely the cross and the roses by the end of the sermon. When when I read the news soon after church was over, I knew who I had drawn it for. Judy Karmelich. She was a wonderful woman. I finished it up by evening and sent it on to the family.
2/08/2013
There's a Hole in Her Cup
If our souls were a cup
to hold
joy
to make us feel full
and satisfied
then there's a hole in the bottom of hers.
The people around her
The recipients of her love & care,
We all know she's given
A lifetime of giving to others
She's a model of self sacrifice
No one but Jesus can match.
So
we
want to reciprocate and
we
try to love her.
But as we pour out
aur attention
and gratitude
affection
and our praise
the cup stays full only momentarily
then it dribbles out the bottom.
A steady leak,
it's soon empty;
and we all sense her thirst returning
even as she pretends it's not there.
Soon we're all looking for something to pour back in,
or retreating elsewhere
tired of being
a whine bearer.
Se listen again
and again
to the same old story
of hurts
that put holes in her cup
(some half a century old).
Does anyone really buy it?
these 'injustices' seem inflicted
more because of a
lack of boundaries,
being a doormat,
or having had unrealistic expectations.
The holes in that cup are unforgiveness,
and she's spent a lifetime
addicted to quenching her thirst on a beverage
that can never wholly
satisfy.
Our souls are a cup
meant for only one
refreshing
beverage.
The cup of
our souls are made
to hold the living water.
Filled with the Holy Spirit
a promised comforter and friend
who doesn't mind having to keep
pouring in.
All of the other refreshments -
satisfying relationships
creature comforts
recognition
(those things we so often are calling blessings)
- are extra unnecessary ingredients
to
the
living water.
jesus claimed he was.
to hold
joy
to make us feel full
and satisfied
then there's a hole in the bottom of hers.
The people around her
The recipients of her love & care,
We all know she's given
A lifetime of giving to others
She's a model of self sacrifice
No one but Jesus can match.
So
we
want to reciprocate and
we
try to love her.
But as we pour out
aur attention
and gratitude
affection
and our praise
the cup stays full only momentarily
then it dribbles out the bottom.
A steady leak,
it's soon empty;
and we all sense her thirst returning
even as she pretends it's not there.
Soon we're all looking for something to pour back in,
or retreating elsewhere
tired of being
a whine bearer.
Se listen again
and again
to the same old story
of hurts
that put holes in her cup
(some half a century old).
Does anyone really buy it?
these 'injustices' seem inflicted
more because of a
lack of boundaries,
being a doormat,
or having had unrealistic expectations.
The holes in that cup are unforgiveness,
and she's spent a lifetime
addicted to quenching her thirst on a beverage
that can never wholly
satisfy.
Our souls are a cup
meant for only one
refreshing
beverage.
The cup of
our souls are made
to hold the living water.
Filled with the Holy Spirit
a promised comforter and friend
who doesn't mind having to keep
pouring in.
All of the other refreshments -
satisfying relationships
creature comforts
recognition
(those things we so often are calling blessings)
- are extra unnecessary ingredients
to
the
living water.
jesus claimed he was.
(ref. John 4)
Fill my cup Lord.
I lift it up Lord.
Come and quench this thirsting of my soul.
Bread of heaven feed me till i want no more
Take my cup
Fill it up
And make me whole
The story behind Monthly Mondays & Sacred Pathways for Artists

In November, my friends Victoria and Angel were arranging an event at the American Club. The Christianity Committee of the American Women's Association was hoping that perhaps in 2013 they could get a women's Bible Study going again.
Victoria suggested me.
So I met up with Angel and as we talked, I just knew what God was putting together. I told her, "I've been thinking that a group of my girlfriends should do some kind of service together. This next year we've been thinking of what we can do besides the weekly Bible Study we've had for a number of years now. What if we were to organize a monthly spiritual wellness mini-retreat kind of thing?"
I've loved the concepts presented in Gary Thomas' book SACRED PATHWAYS. It made a huge impact on my understanding of how I best commune with God, spending time enjoying and worshipping him. I'd been raised in a Christian environment which primarily loved God cognitively - through our brains!
As a young believer, and well into adulthood, I worked hard at knowing the Word of God so that I could know and understand God.
Now, don't get me wrong. I'm glad for a good foundation in knowing the Bible and being confident that it is an amazingly accurate ancient text that truly is "God-breathed" [2 Timothy 3:16] through writers inspired by the Spirit of God [2Peter 1:20-21]. And, I am still a big champion for Biblical literacy and knowing what we believe and why we can trust it! But, as beings created in the image of this God, we are so much more than a brain!
For as long as I can remember I felt perhaps I wasn't truly devoted to Christ. I confidently believed he was the Son of God, and I believed had become a human in order to become the "once and for all" sacrifice for sin. And yet, I honestly didn't find much joy in the methods I was taught for cultivating my inner life: through a regularly scheduled "quiet time" (preferably early morning!) that also consulted Bible Dictionaries, original languages, and the Thesaurus. All those years I thought something in me was lacking, and not something in the narrow experience of faith I was exposed to.
It wasn't until I was well into my 30's that I read this book and learned that God had made me a "Sensate" and a "Caregiver" and an "Activist." The "Intellectual" is only one of nine spiritual temperaments described!
Now through AWA, I'll have an opportunity to introduce others to these Sacred Pathways, and explore them more together.
After the invitation from Angel, a seasoned ex-pat in Singapore, I got on the phone with Donna, a successful Singaporean visual artist whom I adore.
"Donna, I've been starting to plan something with AWA that I'm excited about for next year...but I didn't come to Singapore to have ministry to American Women, I came for you." I told her about the Spiritual Wellness/Retreat idea and she said,
"Use my studio! When can we start?"

1/18/2013
January: December in USA & back to Asia
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1/13/2013
Ready to go home.
The other night in conversation,
I found myself tuning the person out.
I couldn't listen to the 4th story in a row talking about successful grown children of a friend or neighbor. About this or that person in Orange County who had made millions.
LIfe is so harsh for so many.
And I'm not speaking of those who are jobless, or have had to walk away from their homes, as hard as that is in the American context.
I'm thinking of the movie Les Miserables and that it's not a story from a time long ago.
There are children who died this week from curable disease or starvation, or defending their homes against tyranny and oppressive governments or thugs...or girls who have had to sell their hair or teeth or bodies in the face of poverty, death and disease.
Healthcare isn't even a part of their discussion.
I don't want to enter another conversation about politics
or Obamacare
or wine
or how much money so and so has
or entertainment
or sports
It's time to go back to our little government flat in Asia.
Where I feel a bit lavish for the relative plenty we have compared to my immediate neighbours, and especially our neighboring countries.
And I want to have different conversations.
Conversations with grateful people who know they are blessed beyond measure and want to share.
or sports
It's time to go back to our little government flat in Asia.
Where I feel a bit lavish for the relative plenty we have compared to my immediate neighbours, and especially our neighboring countries.
And I want to have different conversations.
Conversations with grateful people who know they are blessed beyond measure and want to share.
12/27/2012
On the Movie: Les Miserables
I'm still ruminating over the movie version of Claude-Michel Schönberg's LES MISERABLES. I saw it this afternoon.
I sat next to my mother-in-law who was seeing it for the first time and she wept through most of the 2 hours and 40 minutes. She was undone.
I was reminded for the first time in a long while how much this story and these songs have shaped my life values and convictions. While we are living on this earth, the victims of temporal suffering and evil need hope that this isn't all there is.
"Will you join in our crusade? Who will be strong and stand with me? Somewhere beyond the barricade is there a world you long to see?"
I told my 16 year old, who was thumbs down after the credits had begun to roll, that "this movie is a big reason why I chose a career of volunteer service in Christian ministry." (I also told him, as he complained about it just being 'wrong' that his favorite action actors were singing through an entire movie, to not say another word. Well, actually, I think what I really said was, "Shut up and stop proving how small minded and shallow you still are.")
That Bishop welcomed the homeless to his table. The Bishop made his generous offer of the silver candlesticks and told the thief "I have bought your soul for God." Jean Valjean, the thief wrestles with how to continue in his stone hearted life.
The heart of anger born of despair chooses the hope of God's ability to make him a better man.
I want to be that Bishop.
To be generous in forgiveness. To offer hope. To speak genuine positivity that breeds courage. Even in the face of hardness and opposition. I want to stand firm in my belief that affirming and serving others is a costly but worthwhile way to invest my life.
Even when it's toward my 16 year old who dares to mock such inspiration.
I was reminded for the first time in a long while how much this story and these songs have shaped my life values and convictions. While we are living on this earth, the victims of temporal suffering and evil need hope that this isn't all there is.
"Will you join in our crusade? Who will be strong and stand with me? Somewhere beyond the barricade is there a world you long to see?"
I told my 16 year old, who was thumbs down after the credits had begun to roll, that "this movie is a big reason why I chose a career of volunteer service in Christian ministry." (I also told him, as he complained about it just being 'wrong' that his favorite action actors were singing through an entire movie, to not say another word. Well, actually, I think what I really said was, "Shut up and stop proving how small minded and shallow you still are.")
That Bishop welcomed the homeless to his table. The Bishop made his generous offer of the silver candlesticks and told the thief "I have bought your soul for God." Jean Valjean, the thief wrestles with how to continue in his stone hearted life.
The heart of anger born of despair chooses the hope of God's ability to make him a better man.
I want to be that Bishop.
To be generous in forgiveness. To offer hope. To speak genuine positivity that breeds courage. Even in the face of hardness and opposition. I want to stand firm in my belief that affirming and serving others is a costly but worthwhile way to invest my life.
Even when it's toward my 16 year old who dares to mock such inspiration.
11/30/2012
Doodling in Worship....
Thanks to my friends at Church of Our Saviour, and the ipad gift I was given...I have a new practice. I call it doodle worship. Stupid name, I know. Got suggestions for a better one?
11/04/2012
What's New(s) in November
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