Sis, can we agree on this?

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My Dear Sis,
Have you ever looked back at disagreements? Wondered how you got to that place and how it grew into something so much bigger than it really was?
I remember once my sister and I argued over a stuffed giraffe for the longest time. She remembered it was her Christmas present and somehow, I remembered it was mine. We never did find a way to resolve that question because even mom couldn’t remember for sure. So, we just had to laugh about it and go on.
Could we even keep count of all the little arguments over the years between sisters? All of them small and insignificant and forgotten. We saw things different, and it caused an unsettling for a bit. The disagreements didn’t hold any power because the strength in our sisterhood was bigger.

Love was the best defense to overcome the offense.

I look around today and wish for more of that. If only we women could see our differences and recognize how very small and insignificant they are in the expanse of our lives and our world.
If we could all be like sisters and see the very things we have in common, how would our lives be different? How would our world be different?

If we could hold the hand that has held a child, would our hearts beat in rhythm as mothers?
If we could hold the hand that has held their mother’s hand as she breathed her last breath, would our hearts beat in rhythm as daughters?
If we could hold the hand that wiped away the tears of longing for love, would our hearts beat a rhythm as sisters?
Could we be sisters who agree that the things that make our hearts break wide open are the very things that make them beat in complete unison?
In that deep place, we would find we are more alike than different.

I want to find that place in the women of the world and expose it. Let the air and the light and the goodness breathe life into it. Let it bring healing and acceptance and yes even deeper understanding of all the ways we stand in the same places. Crying the same tears of regret, sorrow and even joy.
Oh, Sis. Could we gather together and find the common denominator to bring peace in a world that loudly proclaims different is too much to overcome?
When we meet some girl, some daughter, some mom could we reach outstretched hand, open heart and ask her to help us understand? I don’t believe there is any difference that divides if we are willing to listen and lean in and learn.
In order to discover truth, we will have to kick fear out the backdoor. We will have to kick out our cluttered understanding of who they are and who we are too. We will have to stand with open arms, open heart and open mind.
And in those wide-open spaces we will start to inch closer, one step at a time, one story at a time. Before we know it, there will be a circle of sisters, hand in hand, heart beating in rhythm because love is the best defense to overcome an offense.
Yes, sweet sis, it’s the first step toward healing the broken relationships in our world. Will you take it with me?

Love,
Your Sis in Christ
Karen

 

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Shine on Sis!

Dear Sis,
This letter is for you, and for me, and for us.
Time is short and the shadows are growing long.
We sit here, looking around at each other with the same question on our minds. What lights us up?

Sis if you are like me, you wonder at what “special light” you have to shine in a world just crying out for a little relief from the darkness. And here we stand. Stuck. And here we plant our feet, because there is no clear plan.

Oh Sis, I want to ask you a question, the same question I ask myself.
Was there a moment in your life,
A point of pain in your life,
A place of poverty in your life,
that propelled you into the arms of Jesus?

Did you long to be seen?
Not social media seen, but deep soul seen.
Did you long to be known?
Not known for what you do, but know for who you really are.
Did you long to be accepted?
Not accepted in the perfect Pinterest places, but accepted in the messy spaces where we really live.
Or did you just long to be invited?
Not invited by mass evite, but invited to really connect, heart to heart.

Here’s what I’m wondering Sis.
If we are standing in His light today, searching to and fro for a place to shine, could simply remembering how we once stood in the shadows open our eyes to possibilities?

Because whatever propelled you and me into the arms of Jesus will propel us to wrap our arms around the shoulders of our sisters standing in a similar place.

Sis, don’t we all know the desperate need to believe we are not alone?

Could it be that the answer to what lights you up, what lights me up is waiting to be uncovered in the pages of our own stories?
When we remember that place of longing, passion for compassion will be born there. It will burn there.
And Sis, there it is, the simple spark that grows into a full blown brilliant light.

Sis who knows where that spark will lead you, maybe you’ll share a meal, offer to help with the kids, or even invite someone to sit across the table and have a cup of coffee. And some days it might just be you’ll offer a hug, the kind of hug that says, I’M WITH YOU!

Okay Sis, listen closely here, I want you to hear this…
WE MUST NOT BELIEVE THE LIE THAT SAYS IT’S NOT ENOUGH!

The biggest hindrance to our light is looking for the big things to do. Jesus took a towel and started washing feet, he stopped to talk to a woman at a well, he had dinner with sinners. He paid attention and allowed his path to be interrupted.
What will we do?

Okay Sis, If you’re like me you’re probably wondering if we could do this thing. And in the wondering your mind is wandering through all the ways you could add a little glow to your world.
Let’s be honest Sis, we are girls who like a plan, and if it comes with a list that’s even better.
But, I can almost hear Jesus whispering right into our ears…
Hold on.
Hold on.
Stay with me here.
Because he wants us to remember he isn’t sending us out to shine FOR him…
He’s inviting us to shine WITH him.
So Sis, when we say yes to lighting the day with love, let’s remember Jesus stands beside us linking arms…and the one true God WITH US WILL SHINE THROUGH US.

Okay Sis, do you see what I see?
The only “plan” we need is to stand so close to Jesus everyone we meet will ask us to introduce him.
Because the common cord in our string of lights, the very lights that illuminate the darkest places is Jesus IN US!

So dear Sis, dear you, dear me,
Let’s let go of the plan, link arms with Jesus, and when we feel him nudge us toward someone, let’s just do it! Even if it feels a little crazy risky.

Let’s unleash compassion that grows from the light of His love.
Because Sis, THERE IS NO POWER OF DARKNESS THAT WILL OVERCOME IT!

Yes Sis, your little light, my little light, our little lights will make a difference for eternity.
And His Kingdom will be multiplied!
And His name will be glorified!
Let’s light it up girls! Let’s light it up!

Love,
Your Sister in Christ,
Karen

 

Who Are We?

question markSitting here in Starbucks with some iced tea, just scribbling down some thoughts after the Sunday sermon. To be honest, it was a seriously challenging, throw-down kind of sermon. The kind that makes you squirm in your seat and avoid all eye contact. The kind that puts a choke hold on your heart. The best kind.

The truth sneaks up on you through the single harmless questions.

Who are we?

We the people?

We the church?

We the fiercely loved by God?

If someone watched a movie telling our life stories, who would they see?

Jesus gives us a glimpse of the story he invites us to be part of in Matthew 25: 34-40

“Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come you who are blessed by my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the creation of the world. For I was hungry, and you fed me. I was thirsty, and you gave me a drink. I was a stranger, and you invited me into your home. I was naked and you gave me clothing. I was sick and you cared for me. I was in prison and you visited me.’ Then these righteous ones will reply, ‘Lord, when did we ever see you hungry and feed you? Or thirsty and give you something to drink? Or a stranger and show you hospitality? Or naked and give you clothing? When did we ever see you sick or in prison and visit you?’ And the King will say, ‘I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me!’

(Italics mine.)

Some days we struggle to “see” the kind of people Jesus describes in this story. In our day-to-day lives, most of us are not confronted by these real physical needs. But, as I read through this again I wonder if I am missing the true definition of the distress.

I picture Jesus asking me, do you see

someone hungry for love?

someone thirsty for relief?

someone longing to be invited?

someone standing naked and abandoned?

someone feeling sick with regret?

someone imprisoned by shame?

And if you do, can you see me in their eyes? Would you do this for me?

Jesus invites us to be bold and step up.

Jesus invites us to be brave and step in.

Jesus invites us to love others like we love him.

With sincere love.

“You were cleansed from your sins when you obeyed the truth, so now you must show sincere love to each other as brothers and sisters. Love each other deeply with all your heart.” 1 Peter 1:22

I believe when we step in, accepting the invitation to love Jesus by loving others, he answers that question I asked at the beginning of this journey.

Who are we?

We are ONE.

Dear Lord,

Thank you for always asking the right questions. The ones that make me squirm and check my heart. We make excuses because we don’t find the kind of people you describe in this scripture in our paths. Help us to see past our understanding and to see those we pass everyday with new eyes. Don’t let us turn away when we recognize that point of pain in their eyes. Because Lord, we proclaim that we will step in, because we recognize you in their faces and we would do it for you. Because your love propels us into that very place. We remember what it felt like to stand alone, and we will not leave someone you fiercely love longing to be invited. Oh Father, we know who we are, we are ONE with you. Let our lives proclaim that truth by the way we love others deeply with all our heart. Amen..

 

Baby Bird Bravery

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Have you ever read a book that just stayed with you? The one that said so much more than it intended. Mine was a children’s book. The entire book circled round and round a simple, single question. “Are You My Mother?”

It was a little story about a baby bird who finds himself lost. Page after page tells of the bird’s unrelenting search for its mother. I quickly found myself drawn into this little feathered friend’s constant longing. A longing to feel part of something. To sit close and be one with something. To understand from where he’d come.

I believe we all must feel this unyielding pull. This tugging into a place of beginnings. Nothing makes much sense without it.

The baby bird in the story had the right idea. He asked each person, place and thing if they were his mother. Though they each answered no, his enduring memory of first love drove him on.

Who can unearth the place it all began? Place full of sweet belonging? I understand little bird’s carrying heavy heartbreak. We sometimes spend a lifetime longing to settle back into familiar love.

There’s another defining book that just stays with me. The entire book circles round and round a simple, single question. Are You my Father? I was first drawn to the Bible while searching for the place I belonged. A place where love lived. Just one stable, steadfast love.

I was much like the baby bird. I spent days, months, a lifetime asking every person, place and thing if they were the one true love. My one true love. Then, just when the journey seemed without end, I turned and there it was.

Extravagant love.

The same love I was born of. God designed every moment of light and life, holding and molding me throughout the journey. I am open book, incomplete story, full of twists and turns. My defining moments rising out of each chapter. I am swept into this true love story the Author has fashioned. Full of deep, unrelenting love from beginning to end. A place to belong. The only place I ever belonged.

If you are wondering what happened to that baby bird, he never gave up. Eventually he did find his mother. Just like us, his journey led him to many things he thought would answer the longing. In time perseverance and perspective drew him to the truth.

I wish for us a bit of baby bird bravery. He just kept asking the question. Even when answers were hard to come by and asking was risky.

Let’s be bold. Don’t give up the search. Won’t you agree risk is worth the promise of a happy ending?

 

Threads Hold This Thing Together

Secret threads hold this thing together.
It was a conspicuously homemade coat of many colors. A coat fashioned from a boldly patterned plaid blanket woven with orange and green and gold.

In the deep hours finally quiet from four teenage children living loud, a mother bends low with machine and needle and tired eyes, creating so not to ruin surprise.

In the silence of the night with only the whirling of the sewing machine humming to her, she wonders if her girl, longing to find identity in her world, would react with delight or disappointment in this handmade offering. In the dim light as she threads needles, pulls out missed stitches, twists each knot, she longs to cloak her fragile wounded girl in love.

Is she confident the effort of love will eclipse the standards of her girl’s teenage world? She simply has to depend on the strongest thread of all. The one that stretches and frays as her girl strains to find her way, but doesn’t break. The one that seems to unravel with every slam of a door, every harsh spoken broken word, but doesn’t break.
The same thread woven into the pattern of our lives. Lives twirled and tried and tied until there is only…One. Exhausted. Knot. The knot holding us all together.

Standing in the light of the Christmas tree, childlike expression, eyes wide with anticipation, her girl unwraps the large box. Exclamations of wonder…How? When?and…Yes. Yes. Pure joy!
Her beautiful girl may never know the hours spent in the night, stitching love into this homemade coat of many colors, but one day she will discover the secret threads that hold this thing together.

Join His Team

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Favorite quote of the moment: “The great commission is the great invitation to JOIN GOD!”

God doesn’t send us out on our own. He has a team plan.

Jesus stepped down from the beauty of heaven and huddled up with us so we could learn firsthand. He said, come, follow me.

He coached us on what love looks like.

He coached us on what love does.

He made it so simple and easy.

It always started with relationship building that looked a bit like this:
Notice, really pay attention. He saw people for who they could become.
Pray, cooperate with God.
Listen, hear the whole story. Meet people right where they are.

We have made it hard and complicated with rules and expectations. We have made it a “program” instead of the game of life.

In our striving to do it all right we have “organized” His simple plan into departments wanting everything to fit neatly into specific ministries.

But, Jesus didn’t fit neatly. He was loving in the risky, messy places in the world. He didn’t follow the rules.

He played the game of love recklessly.
Here’s another favorite quote from the “Love Does Stuff” conference:
I think Jesus must have said this, “I don’t need your plans – I have my own.”

I love the simple game plan!
Follow Him!
Do stuff in love! Join His team!