Just a quick note of congratulations to my sister Kirsten Glidden!!!
She is graduating this weekend in Edmonton with a three year degree!
Congratulations Kirsten! You did it, and we are all soooooo proud of you and your accomplishments!!!
Mike, Laura and all the rest!
Friday, April 24, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Have you ever been in a dark, dark room and lit a single candle?
I did that recently.
During a recent staff meeting we were encouraged to take an hour for private prayer… and were given the text of John 1:1-9, and a candle. Wanting to ensure my privacy I made my way downstairs, and into the fireside room, a room that is quite large, large enough to fit about 120 people around tables. It was the darkest room I could think of without going into a closet. I sat down at one end of the room, took my candle in one hand, and lit it. At once I was amazed at two things: the brightness of the light as I held it in my hand, and the darkness of the room surrounding it.
When I was holding the candle… with it only a foot or two from my eyes, the room around was almost invisible. The light so affected my eyes that I could only see a few feet around me, so bright was that candle, so strongly it took over my vision and allowed me to see only the light. Close to the candle, it was warm and hopeful… but as I placed it on the ground and walked further and further away from it’s warmth... beyond the edges of the circle of its light, darkness overtook me. The darkness overtook me and I was alone at the opposite end of the room in what looked and felt like a place of hopelessness and despair.
It might sound crazy to you. Why all this talk of despair and hopelessness? It’s only the darkness of the room. And yet that is what I felt. Those were the emotions that had been gnawing away at the edges of my consciousness that day and the whole week before. In the darkness I could only see the poverty of my life, the fear and sadness in my heart and the weariness of my eyes. Although I could see the beckoning light at the other end of the room, there was an odd desire to remain in the darkness… to remain in my place of sadness and fear, and take up residence there. But the candle remained.
As I drew closer to the beginning of its circle of influence I found that remaining on the outside of that light was not enough. I longed to move closer. I longed to move to where I could really feel the warmth of it’s light. The edges of the circle were not enough… the mid-point leading to the candle was not enough. Although I knew that my vision would be changed, that I would not be able to see the darkness of the room if I moved any closer, still the candle drew me to it.
Lifting it up, holding it in my hand, my face warmed by it’s heat, my face illuminated by it’s light… I didn’t want my hour of prayer to end. I wanted to stay with my light. But my time was up, and so, not wanting to extinguish the light, I walked carefully to the stairs and gingerly made my way back to the staff room. I thought that maybe I would be thought of as silly, as sentimental to still have my candle lit… but when I arrived I was stunned to see that not one other person extinguished their candle.
Once we had tasted the power and peace of its light, not one of us could be parted from it.
I did that recently.
During a recent staff meeting we were encouraged to take an hour for private prayer… and were given the text of John 1:1-9, and a candle. Wanting to ensure my privacy I made my way downstairs, and into the fireside room, a room that is quite large, large enough to fit about 120 people around tables. It was the darkest room I could think of without going into a closet. I sat down at one end of the room, took my candle in one hand, and lit it. At once I was amazed at two things: the brightness of the light as I held it in my hand, and the darkness of the room surrounding it.
When I was holding the candle… with it only a foot or two from my eyes, the room around was almost invisible. The light so affected my eyes that I could only see a few feet around me, so bright was that candle, so strongly it took over my vision and allowed me to see only the light. Close to the candle, it was warm and hopeful… but as I placed it on the ground and walked further and further away from it’s warmth... beyond the edges of the circle of its light, darkness overtook me. The darkness overtook me and I was alone at the opposite end of the room in what looked and felt like a place of hopelessness and despair.
It might sound crazy to you. Why all this talk of despair and hopelessness? It’s only the darkness of the room. And yet that is what I felt. Those were the emotions that had been gnawing away at the edges of my consciousness that day and the whole week before. In the darkness I could only see the poverty of my life, the fear and sadness in my heart and the weariness of my eyes. Although I could see the beckoning light at the other end of the room, there was an odd desire to remain in the darkness… to remain in my place of sadness and fear, and take up residence there. But the candle remained.
As I drew closer to the beginning of its circle of influence I found that remaining on the outside of that light was not enough. I longed to move closer. I longed to move to where I could really feel the warmth of it’s light. The edges of the circle were not enough… the mid-point leading to the candle was not enough. Although I knew that my vision would be changed, that I would not be able to see the darkness of the room if I moved any closer, still the candle drew me to it.
Lifting it up, holding it in my hand, my face warmed by it’s heat, my face illuminated by it’s light… I didn’t want my hour of prayer to end. I wanted to stay with my light. But my time was up, and so, not wanting to extinguish the light, I walked carefully to the stairs and gingerly made my way back to the staff room. I thought that maybe I would be thought of as silly, as sentimental to still have my candle lit… but when I arrived I was stunned to see that not one other person extinguished their candle.
Once we had tasted the power and peace of its light, not one of us could be parted from it.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Screw-ups
Is there anything more frustrating that listening to things coming out of your mouth, and not having the ability to either reel them back in or stop yourself from saying even more to make it worse! I found myself saying something that implied something totally different than what I intended. And I started to think that shutting up would be better than trying to explain.
I wanted to correct a teaching that spoke the "maleness" of God while not speaking of the 'femaleness' of God.
I wanted to remind them how both male AND female are made in the image of God. I wanted to say how seeing your husband as being made in the image of God or seeing your wife as being made in the image of God changes how we should relate to each other in the intimacy of marriage.
Seeing my husband as God's creation, and seeing his best qualities as portraying a little of the goodness of God, changes how I view him, how I interact with him, how I treat him in everything from a disagreement to making decisions, to our interactions in the intimacy of the bedroom.
Thus, seeing one's wife as being made in the image of God, as portraying, in her best qualities, the goodness of God, his nurture, his wisdom, his motherly love, changes the way he treats her, respects her, interacts with her inside and outside the marital bedchamber.
Stating, or even implying by omission, that the image of God rests more heavily in one sex than the other is a disservice to both men and women. It devalues one over the other, and creates a brokenness in relationship that can not be easily overcome.. Neither is it biblically correct.
But alas, my comments came out sounding like I was preaching the equality of the sexes... implying the right to leadership, the neutralness of marital roles, etc. As soon as I said the word "equality" I knew that I wasn't going to be able to reverse the images that were forming in thier heads... that I couldn't go back to the moment before that word was spoken. It was not what I intended to say, nor what I meant to imply (no matter what I personally believe). It was specifically the respect of one's spouse, whether male nor female, grounded in respect for God, that I wanted to address.
Ah.... mispoken words and unguarded eyes... sighs that are too loud and shoulders that slump. Despite our best intentions to keep our thoughts and feelings under guard, we betray ourselves at every turn.
(sigh)
I wanted to correct a teaching that spoke the "maleness" of God while not speaking of the 'femaleness' of God.
I wanted to remind them how both male AND female are made in the image of God. I wanted to say how seeing your husband as being made in the image of God or seeing your wife as being made in the image of God changes how we should relate to each other in the intimacy of marriage.
Seeing my husband as God's creation, and seeing his best qualities as portraying a little of the goodness of God, changes how I view him, how I interact with him, how I treat him in everything from a disagreement to making decisions, to our interactions in the intimacy of the bedroom.
Thus, seeing one's wife as being made in the image of God, as portraying, in her best qualities, the goodness of God, his nurture, his wisdom, his motherly love, changes the way he treats her, respects her, interacts with her inside and outside the marital bedchamber.
Stating, or even implying by omission, that the image of God rests more heavily in one sex than the other is a disservice to both men and women. It devalues one over the other, and creates a brokenness in relationship that can not be easily overcome.. Neither is it biblically correct.
But alas, my comments came out sounding like I was preaching the equality of the sexes... implying the right to leadership, the neutralness of marital roles, etc. As soon as I said the word "equality" I knew that I wasn't going to be able to reverse the images that were forming in thier heads... that I couldn't go back to the moment before that word was spoken. It was not what I intended to say, nor what I meant to imply (no matter what I personally believe). It was specifically the respect of one's spouse, whether male nor female, grounded in respect for God, that I wanted to address.
Ah.... mispoken words and unguarded eyes... sighs that are too loud and shoulders that slump. Despite our best intentions to keep our thoughts and feelings under guard, we betray ourselves at every turn.
(sigh)
Friday, April 10, 2009
Back to goodness...
My favorite book, Unless by Carol Sheilds, talks about "goodness". Wondering what it is, what makes a person good, if anyone truly can be good. Throughout the book a mother is trying to figure out why her daughter left school, broke up with her boyfriend, and began to live in a shelter in downtown Toronto begging for pennies on the street corner at Bathurst and Bloor. While I won't give away the conclusion, this young woman was herself struggling with that question, wondering if there was any goodness left in the world, and ironically, it was a traumatic event, in which she played the heroine which proved that she, herself, possessed a modicum of that elusive quality.
Do I have any true motive? Any pure motive for goodness? Most of what I do is driven by a need to be valued, by a need to matter, to be loved. While healing through a program called Freedom Session has lifted the burden of much of these needs off of my shoulders, still I fight the demon of people-pleasing, of doing anything I can not to be rejected, not to be thought ill of, the demon of fighting against perceived-failure.
Let me rest in the goodness of you, God. Let me rest in the knowledge that your goodness allows you to love me even when I screw up, even when I'm not good enough, even when I fail... and most of all when I am not truthful, hiding my genuine being from others, because of my fear of perceived-failure.
Why is that young woman at Bathurst and Bloor? A failure to recognize that the only true goodness belongs to God... and that only a deep connection to him will allow us to fully let goodness dwell within our hearts.
Do I have any true motive? Any pure motive for goodness? Most of what I do is driven by a need to be valued, by a need to matter, to be loved. While healing through a program called Freedom Session has lifted the burden of much of these needs off of my shoulders, still I fight the demon of people-pleasing, of doing anything I can not to be rejected, not to be thought ill of, the demon of fighting against perceived-failure.
Let me rest in the goodness of you, God. Let me rest in the knowledge that your goodness allows you to love me even when I screw up, even when I'm not good enough, even when I fail... and most of all when I am not truthful, hiding my genuine being from others, because of my fear of perceived-failure.
Why is that young woman at Bathurst and Bloor? A failure to recognize that the only true goodness belongs to God... and that only a deep connection to him will allow us to fully let goodness dwell within our hearts.
Friday, October 3, 2008
It feels like betrayal.
Are you a businesswoman, businessman? Have you ever felt the misgivings after letting someone go from your employ? Although I know that the reasons were good, were right, somehow it feels like betrayal. There is no true guilt, instead sympathy, doubt, sadness and regret.
Was there something else that I could have done to make it work? Could I have been more direct, more critical to somehow make her see, make her increase her effort, see what she could be... if only?
The potential was there, but little drive. How much time, how much teaching, how much parenting would it have taken to nurture it?
One part of me wants to be that mentor, that encourager, the one who doesn't care how long it takes. I just want to help her get from one place, one time, one stage to another. But that person doesn't work at my store. The person who does, knows that I must make decisions for the good of the store, the team, the customers who rely on us.
It was the right decision, but I still know that I let down a young woman, and entered myself into her story as either the critical professor or as the demonous villan... I know not which.
Was there something else that I could have done to make it work? Could I have been more direct, more critical to somehow make her see, make her increase her effort, see what she could be... if only?
The potential was there, but little drive. How much time, how much teaching, how much parenting would it have taken to nurture it?
One part of me wants to be that mentor, that encourager, the one who doesn't care how long it takes. I just want to help her get from one place, one time, one stage to another. But that person doesn't work at my store. The person who does, knows that I must make decisions for the good of the store, the team, the customers who rely on us.
It was the right decision, but I still know that I let down a young woman, and entered myself into her story as either the critical professor or as the demonous villan... I know not which.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
New day.
Have you ever been amazed at how a single morning, dawning bright and clear, can change your whole outlook on life?
Suddenly my list seems doable (or at least partly doable, and partly ignorable :)
Suddenly hope is palpable, and joy right at the fingertips.
The blueness of the sky, and not just its blueness, but the fact that I have a level of freedom... that makes the difference. For once I can go out and actually drive and walk in the day, and breathe in the freshness of the green city we live in, instead of seeing it from a distance, cursing the heat that comes in through the windows of my store. Although I am working indoors at the church today, the drive in, and the walk to Tim Horton's to meet an appointment, that has made every difference!
Sometimes all I need is a simple change, a new visual perspective, a new physical reality to give me the small break that I need from the commonplace, the walls that have hemmed in around me.
Some might say that it is an illusion... a false reality. Nothing has really changed. My situations, that can at sometimes overwhelm me, remain. Yet we are beings embodied, embodied with emotions and thirst for the divine. Perhaps it was the connection with the bigger picture, the reality beyond my self, beyond my own life, that left me with a sense of freedom. Perhaps it is the connection with the divine in the blueness and the greenness, the air rich with life, but I feel alive, wealthy with possibilities for the day.
Suddenly my list seems doable (or at least partly doable, and partly ignorable :)
Suddenly hope is palpable, and joy right at the fingertips.
The blueness of the sky, and not just its blueness, but the fact that I have a level of freedom... that makes the difference. For once I can go out and actually drive and walk in the day, and breathe in the freshness of the green city we live in, instead of seeing it from a distance, cursing the heat that comes in through the windows of my store. Although I am working indoors at the church today, the drive in, and the walk to Tim Horton's to meet an appointment, that has made every difference!
Sometimes all I need is a simple change, a new visual perspective, a new physical reality to give me the small break that I need from the commonplace, the walls that have hemmed in around me.
Some might say that it is an illusion... a false reality. Nothing has really changed. My situations, that can at sometimes overwhelm me, remain. Yet we are beings embodied, embodied with emotions and thirst for the divine. Perhaps it was the connection with the bigger picture, the reality beyond my self, beyond my own life, that left me with a sense of freedom. Perhaps it is the connection with the divine in the blueness and the greenness, the air rich with life, but I feel alive, wealthy with possibilities for the day.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Experimenting.
I think I might now actually be ready to start blogging. Hard to tell, we'll just see how it goes.
How does one try to fit in all that we need to do, should do, are supposed to do in this life?
How can I work at two careers, love my husband, look after my mother, improve my health, exercise three times a week, keep my house clean and organized, contribute to the health of my community, have regular times of rest and relaxation, and maintain a vital, growing relationship with God?
How is this even possible?
Right now I don't even know if there is any way that this list can even be possible. Because really, this list, once the day gets underway, doubles, even triples.... Cars need to be repaired, groceries bought, gifts shopped for, Candlelight and Tupperware parties attended, bills paid, licenses renewed... need I go on?
Sometimes I think that the only reason that I am even standing up, is that my husband helps to pull a little of this weight. (Very, very little of the actual list... but his love certainly sustains my being... ok, that sounded pretty sticky, but it's undeniable.)
Seriously, what is the ideal? What is my ideal life? Can I really overcome those feelings of exhaustion and defeat after a long, long day in order to clean the house, go for a power walk, e-mail friends, moisturize my face, pay some bills, call my mom, read a few chapters in my Bible, and make love to my husband?
To quote a favorite movie,
"I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this question out into the void. Goodnight dear void."
How does one try to fit in all that we need to do, should do, are supposed to do in this life?
How can I work at two careers, love my husband, look after my mother, improve my health, exercise three times a week, keep my house clean and organized, contribute to the health of my community, have regular times of rest and relaxation, and maintain a vital, growing relationship with God?
How is this even possible?
Right now I don't even know if there is any way that this list can even be possible. Because really, this list, once the day gets underway, doubles, even triples.... Cars need to be repaired, groceries bought, gifts shopped for, Candlelight and Tupperware parties attended, bills paid, licenses renewed... need I go on?
Sometimes I think that the only reason that I am even standing up, is that my husband helps to pull a little of this weight. (Very, very little of the actual list... but his love certainly sustains my being... ok, that sounded pretty sticky, but it's undeniable.)
Seriously, what is the ideal? What is my ideal life? Can I really overcome those feelings of exhaustion and defeat after a long, long day in order to clean the house, go for a power walk, e-mail friends, moisturize my face, pay some bills, call my mom, read a few chapters in my Bible, and make love to my husband?
To quote a favorite movie,
"I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this question out into the void. Goodnight dear void."
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