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A Holy Week Poem

4/9/2020

 
glimpses of his face

upon leaving the parade
wisps of confetti and hurrahs floating in our brains
palm branches remain scattered in our minds
and one on a donkey passes by, looking,  intently – as if into our very souls

seven days our watching,  from afar or close by

perfume scents the air before a feast of delicacies spread
she has broken open her heart and the vial of treasure
for sharing silent tearful words of holy drops, his feet touched

tainted tables in the Temple crash to the floor
his voice echoing off the marble walls in defiance
of mistreatment upon those come to worship,
who is there in this company, over-priced dove in hand?

friend/companion arranges the ill-fated movement of betrayal
we ponder motive -  angst, skepticism … despair or truth

loft dinner for a chosen few;  ‘tis good to be included
what will he have new – in song or word – for us this night?
night that never ended and never will

garden dew, strangers’ grip, off and away
we watch him disappear into the courts

early morning and far too many people in the streets
choices offered between the two
who?  who?

but we have no part do we,  as he appears
tattered and torn, enduring, suffering
interrogation and courage

only the weight of that devilish cross spans
our perception of the moment, his breath in our face
his eyes once again in our gaze

seven days
to the deafening silence of death
a holy week.

 by Rev. Mary Anne Akin, April 2020​

Guest Post: Pneuma

8/16/2018

 
Guest post by Lisa Huddleston 
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​Lying on the space of rubber mat
Feet to the left and to the right
Both hands open at my sides

I breathe in His name
Keeper of my soul
Hold and absorb
He is the keeper of my soul
He does not need my help

Breathing out in prayer
I exhale
Help me to let go

Filling the the mercy seat between my cherubim hands and feet

Keeper of my soul
Help me to let go

Keeper of my soul
Help me to let go

Breathing in the physics of his name
Exhaling the disease of my lies
Treatments given by the Great Physician

Clear pneuma, no monia
Healthy breath, spirit, and soul

​Namaste

Guest Post from Catherine McNiel

4/28/2017

 
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Catching My Breath
By Catherine McNiel

I love writing, but my least favorite thing to word-smith are author bios—those short quippy descriptions that accompany each book, blog post, and article. How to summarize one person in two or three short lines, all while sounding both factual and fun? My current go-to bio says I “care for three kids, work two jobs, and grow one enormous garden.” That’s all true. That’s how I’ve spent the bulk of my energy for the past eleven years. 
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And frankly, that’s a lot of things to be busy with. I learned a key lesson the hard way, long ago: don’t get so busy that the noise of life drowns out the lifegiving voice of God. 

Living out this lesson is challenging, now that my main job is caring for those three kids mentioned in my bio. My busyness for the past decade has been caused not by my own overcommittment, but by their basic needs. This is a job that doesn't leave room for much of what is commonly understood as "spiritual discipline." There's simply no silence or solitude to be found, and I am often not the master of my schedule, diet, sleep, or in many respects, my life. 

I've many times heard the message: "that's ok—there will be time for spiritual practices later in life." I accept the encouragement intended in these words, and yet strongly disagree with the premise. What parents, and caregivers of all sorts, do with their energy may not be featured in classes on Spiritual Formation, but the reason we lack time for devotion is because we pour ourselves out, in service to God and others, every moment of the day. 
There has been no steeper road of humility, surrender, submission, service, worship, and prayer that I have walked in all my life than parenting.

Let’s pull back the veil we so often erect between what is "spiritual" and what is "everyday" for a moment. When our hands are filthy from cleaning up another person’s lunch—or dirty diaper—this is a chance to practice service and humility. When our heads spin with cries and demands from a million impatient voices—we have an opportunity to enroll in graduate-level work on remembering God in the real moment where He is present. 


For caregivers, opportunities for spiritual practices abound in every moment, if we can look beyond the veil separating “spirit” from “body” and see how our souls are shaped in the physical tasks of our day to day lives.

During this season we might even say “I haven’t had time to catch my breath today.” But of course, that’s never literally true. One task we do each day, whether we have time or not, is breathe: in and out, in and out, day in and day out. Couldn’t this be a spiritual tool? 


I love these words from Gunilla Norris: 

When we are born, we are born into a relationship with air, with breathing. How closely the words wind, air, life, and spirit are linked in human thought. We are creatures into whom life is breathed. A word we have for inhaling is inspiration. When we are fully inspired, not only are our lungs filled - our beings are also filled, with hope, with potential, with the impetuous to express possibility. Expired, we are over and done with, stopped...finished. Our life is lived within this paradox. With every inhalation we are given life. With every exhalation we must surrender that life, for another breath to be given to us.

Whatever else we may be doing in these busy seasons, breathing can be one way of making space for God and his voice—even when we’re too busy to realize it. Each time we breath in and then out, we throw ourselves—body and soul—upon God, the One who created and sustains our every moment. 

During my first conversation with Whitney Simpson years ago, I knew I had found a kindred spirit. And when I opened her book Holy Listening with Breath, Body, and the Spirit, I rejoiced in her opening words: “God is the giver of life and breath.” 

Yes. Thanks be to God, yes he is. 

I still deeply believe this lesson: make a place for God. But I also know that in seasons that call me away from “quiet times” to pour myself out in service, he is powerfully here, already. As long as my life is best summarized as “caring for three kids, working two jobs, and growing one enormous garden,” the One who breathed life into our bodies remains as close to me as my next breath. 

Catherine McNiel is the author of Long Days of Small Things: Motherhood as a Spiritual Discipline (NavPress 2017). She writes to open eyes to God’s creative, redemptive work in each day—while caring for three kids, two jobs, and one enormous garden. Connect with Catherine on Twitter, Facebook, or at catherinemcniel.com.

    By the way, how about a copy of Catherine's new book!? 

    Free book, YAY! Is there any fine print? Not much...
    I understand by submitting this form, my information is kept confidential and will not be sold or shared. I will be added to the Exploring Peace email list which offers a monthly dose of soul care (and from which I can always unsubscribe). If my name is selected (with the help of the faithful Internet and a random number generator), I will be contacted via email on Friday, May 5, 2017 for my mailing address and will have 30 days to respond so that my book can be mailed to me (US Residents only, please). Then...I will mandate naps for everyone in the house and take a deep breath with Catherine's new book!
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