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Month: December 2011

29 Days of Hope: Crackpots. I am one, …clearly.

So much of what I have been writing on this season has been giftedness: how you are a gift, and the importance of welcoming the gifts of others.  I hope for whatever reasons it is clear to you at least some of what you bring to relationships and how you contribute to the world.  But of course there is other the other side of the coin.  Some of us live in constant if not overwhelming fear that it is our weakness, our darkness that comes through, or is at least just below the surface.  Here is why that is not a problem…

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29 Days of Hope: Day 17, Ten Years of Christmas Eggs

Ten years ago this year, Christmas was trying its hardest to suck.   With one family member in jail, this was not going to be business as usual and so we knew there was a lot of work to do to make sure the holiday didn’t crash and burn. More importantly we had to still be attentive to what the holiday means for us as a family.  It turned out to be one of the most memorable Christmases ever, and not in a horrible way.

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29 Days of Hope: Day 15, Pink is the New You.

In contrast to American Christmas traditions, for Christians, Advent is a season of repentance, or paring down, making room.   It might seem like a bummer to have to dial back when all of the holiday festivities are just winding up. But there is a rhythm to this madness that has made Advent my favorite times of year and  it has a lot to do with the color pink.

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29 Days of Hope: Day 14, The Beginning is Near!

Apocalypse. We live in apocalyptic times.  The earth has a fever. The hemispheres have grudges. The Hatfields are back to hating the McCoys.  Everything is “occupied.” Our rivers have dried. Our streets have flooded.  Our earth has shaken and given way. Tea parties are more likely to have guns than cucumber sandwiches and if there wasn’t already a class/holiday/drug war, we sure seem like we want there to be one.  It all seems apocalyptic and we may be right about that, but things are far from over…

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29 Days of Hope, Day 13: I can hold it for you.

Day 13: I will hold it for you.

Perhaps some of the best news of hope is that when you lose it, I can hold it for you.  Let me know when you need some.

Funny How when you ask for it, it multiplies and I have more too.  None us us can sustain a perfect anything.   But hope is a collective virtue and the vary nature of it is that it is not sustained by me alone.

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The Five Ironies of Hope

For the full 29 days you can go here. 

 5 Five Lessons from Advent:

1) Hope is as much about the past as the future.   Looking backward to the story of what has happened so far, and learning to do that well, is a a practice of keeping hope.  Hope isn’t always a surprise, especially where you know where to look.
2) Hope is not optimism.   Having hope doesn’t mean everything will go like we want to.  It means we are going to be ok and the story will keep moving forward even if it all falls apart.
3) Hope is not a choice. Hope for St Thomas Aquinas, an expert on the matter, is a virtue. This means it has practices that are required to develop it and sustain it. We are formed into it.
4) The first signs of hope arrive in the least likely.   The Shepherds for instance had the least amount of power and the least reasons to have hope in how the world was unfolding.  Un-showered poor people who spend most the day chasing not-so-smart animals are more audacious than so called movers and shakers.   Who are the shepherds of today?
5)  Hope is not about me.  That is to say, hope grows fasest when I realize I am part of a much larger story than my own.  There are shepherds in my life. There are misfits, lousy joiners and other homesick souls and I can do something to arouse hope in them.  I can care.
I think the practices of Advent help me to suspend some of my expectations so that I can receive new ones about what is really going on in the world.   And in my tradition it isn’t even sub-text.  It is text.

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29 Days of Hope: Day 10 Saint Nicholas’ Can of Spray Paint.

Today is the feast of St Nicholas.  The human who gave rise to many legends that have become, among other things, Santa Claus.  What the legends of St Nicholas have in common are both a compassion for the poor and a wit of execution.  The Old St Nick, apparently had a knack for cleverly executed charity, sometimes with a little cheek.   Sneaking gold dowries to the daughters off a poor man though an opened window, or more famously leaving gifts of one kind or another in stockings or shoes of those who needed them most was entirely his style.

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29 Days of Hope: Day 9, The Gift of the Mad Guy.

“Allan” greeted me at the door with an enthusiasm that frankly would have scared me if it hadn’t made me so happy to be alive.  He was in his late fifties 6’3″ thin like a coat rack with a smile that made his eyes disappear.   This time of year I can only think to call him jolly.  Allan has a unique way of lighting up a place.    It was hard for me to believe that he was anything other than a ray of light, but he once was something else, which only makes his story that much more beautiful…

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29 Days of Hope: Day 8 – How Two Tootsie Rolls Made Meeting Mother Teresa No Big Deal

Mother Teresa of Calcutta (26.8.1919-5.9.1997)...
Mother Teresa of Calcutta (26.8.1919-5.9.1997); at a pro-life meeting in 1986 in Bonn, Germany (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I lived for three months in Calcutta, India with the purpose of working with Mother Teresa. She is after all a really big deal. And so is Ganesh, for one small act he did for me changed me more meeting Mother Teresa.

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