One Small Act

One Small Act

In recent years, I’ve had a hard time reading or listening to the news. I used to listen to it often on my drive to church and sometimes on my drive home. What I noticed is that I would inevitably arrive with a heightened sense of anxiety. 

Do you ever feel that after you turn off the news? 

I have become more and more aware that our media sources – whether they are left, right, or claim to be center – have a huge financial incentive to raise our anxiety… to make us angry or upset. And they have a huge financial incentive to feed us exactly what we want to hear based on our political leanings. They know that anxiety, that fear, even that confirmation keeps us coming back. Clicks. Readers. Listeners… Money.

And so I shut it off. And I stopped reading the paper. I said: I’m done! And, sure enough, my anxiety came way down.

The only thing is… very recently, a friend challenged me on this. He said: As Christians, we are not called to totally withdraw from this world. We’re called to be a light, a beacon of hope in the midst of it. He continued: We can monitor what we are taking in. (I mean, do we really need to listen to or read op-ed and opinion pieces?) And we can monitor how much we are taking in. (I was taking in way too much before). 

My friend’s suggestion was once a week (things don’t change much week to week), once a week, to pray through the headlines – remembering to lift up the most vulnerable and the most powerful. And then to ask God if there is some small action I can take that would help heal, mend or bring peace. God, grant me the courage, the energy, whatever I need to do that one small thing. And then to pray for God’s will to be done in all things.

Just a suggestion, he said. But not a bad suggestion. 

Let us pray: God of hope, so much of what is going on in the world around us feels out of our control, and mostly it is. But show us the small steps we can take. And then, Lord, help us to let go. We give you our eyes, our ears, our hands, our feet. Heal us and center us, that we might be instruments of your peace. In Christ’s name, we pray. Amen.

The Ripple Effect

The Ripple Effect

Today’s message was written by Rev. Dr. Roger Kunkel, founder of Dial Hope.

A small dog had been struck by a car and was lying wounded by the side of the road. A doctor driving by noticed that the dog was still alive, stopped his car, picked up the dog, and took him home. There he discovered that the dog had been stunned, and had suffered minor cuts and abrasions, but was otherwise alright. He revived the dog, cleaned up the wounds, and was carrying the animal from the house to the garage when it suddenly jumped from his arms and scampered off. “What an ungrateful little dog,” the doctor thought to himself. He thought no more about the incident until the next evening when he heard a scratching at his door. When he opened it, there was the little dog he treated, with another hurt dog. 

That is the story of the “ripple effect.” Throw a stone into a lake and the water ripples out, and the circle widens. One of the great characteristics of the first Christians was their ripple effect. Something had happened to them that filled them with so much joy they just could not contain it. It was contagious. It spread out among the people in a ripple effect. And the circle of love grew wider and wider. 

Let us pray: Lord, help us to spread your love by being the gospel, the good news to others. Give healing to those who are ill or anxious today and remind us of the power of your spirit to transform every earthly situation. Give strength to the weak and hope to the depressed. Keep in safety all who travel. Watch over the poor and the homeless. Now let the ripple effect of your love and joy help us to make this day a masterpiece. Through Christ our Lord, Amen. 

Look for the Good

Look for the Good

There is a story about a woman at the airport who was waiting to catch her flight. She bought herself a bag of cookies, settled in a chair in the airport lounge, and began to read her book. Suddenly she noticed the man beside her helping himself to her cookies. Not wanting to make a scene, she read on, ate cookies, and watched the clock. As the daring “cookie thief” kept on eating the cookies she got more irritated and said to herself, “If I wasn’t so nice, I’d slap his hand!” 

She wanted to move the cookies to her other side but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. With each cookie she took, he took one too. When only one was left, she wondered what he would do. Then with a smile on his face and a nervous laugh, he took the last cookie and broke it in half.

He offered her half, and he ate the other. She snatched it from him and thought, “This guy has some nerve, and he’s also rude. He didn’t show even an ounce of gratitude!” She sighed with relief when her flight was called. She gathered her belongings and headed for the gate, refusing to look at the ungrateful “thief.” She boarded the plane and sank in her seat, reached in her bag to grab her book, and sure enough, next to her book was her own bag of cookies.

Turns out, the cookies they ate in the lounge were his, not hers. She had been the thief, not him.

This story reminds me that in life, things are not always what they seem. The truth is, when we become smug or self-righteous, often we are not seeing the whole picture. We lose sight of our own selfishness, our own lack of love and compassion. And even worse, we may miss the good and redeeming qualities of another person.

Jesus once said, “Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you. Why do you see the speck that is in your brother’s eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye?”

Please pray with me: Loving God, this is the day which you have made. We will rejoice and be glad in it. As we continue to walk this journey of life, help us to be slow to judge. Grant us eyes to see the bigger picture. And may we ever notice the beauty and good in others. We ask in Jesus’ name. Amen.

Each Moment

Each Moment

In her book, “When Things Fall Apart,” Pema Chodron tells a powerful story. She wrote:

“I have a friend dying of AIDS. Before I was leaving for a trip, we were talking. He said, ‘I didn’t want this, and I have this, and I was terrified of this. But it turns out that this illness has been my greatest gift.’ He said, ‘Now every moment is so precious to me. All the people in my life are so precious to me. My whole life means so much to me.’ Something had really changed, and he felt ready for his death. Something that was horrifying and scary turned into a gift.”

I have heard many similar stories from friends who have struggled with a terminal illness. Their witness is a powerful reminder to me that life is a precious gift. Our family, our friends, every moment a sheer gift. None of us will be here forever. 

Today, if there are words you need to say, gratitude that you need to express, amends that you need to make, faith you need to embrace – may you not waste another minute. 

And, may you appreciate a little more each hug, each smile, each conversation, each moment.

Let us pray: Loving God, you have created such a beautiful world, such beautiful people. Sometimes we get so caught up in day-to-day life that we miss holy moments – we fail to appreciate all that you have given us and we take it all for granted. 

Lord, I pray that you would give us the ability to live a life based on gratitude. May we never fail to recognize our blessings and reach out beyond ourselves to share from our abundance. Amen. 

A Glimpse of God’s Love

A Glimpse of God’s Love

I was struck by an excerpt written by a soldier who had been wounded in the American Civil War. He was writing about seeing President Lincoln who had made a visit to the hospital where he lay in recovery. This soldier wrote, “I had a good home, and I had learned in church that God is compassionate. But I don’t think I understood compassion till the day that I saw suffering in Lincoln’s face. The boy in the next bed was dying, and the president sat there for two hours with this lad, clutching his hand. The Secretary of War and a couple of generals were trying to move the president along — I think for a cabinet meeting. But Lincoln wouldn’t move. He sat there in the stench and in the noise and he talked with that boy about home… The president talked with him till he died. And I saw the tiredness in (the president’s) face and the sadness of his eyes and then I knew things about God that I’d never known before.”

When we see acts of compassion and sacrifice and love, it resonates deeply within us. When we glimpse this type of beauty, we really do get a glimpse of what God is like. 

Let us pray: Loving God, you know our pain. You hear us when we cry out, and you suffer with us in our hurt. Thank you for your nearness to us. Thank you for the love and sacrifice and compassion that we see in others – a reminder of what it means to be created in your image. Help us to walk in your ways and follow your truth. 

Today we especially lift up those who need you near. We pray for families suffering separation, loved ones who are ill, military families who are worried or scared, and veterans who need an extra measure of love and care. God of grace, we offer our prayers for the needs of others and commit ourselves to serve them even as we have been served in Jesus Christ. Amen.

Grace Breaks In

Grace Breaks In

In an old BC Comic Strip, the caveman poet sits under a tree and pens the following poem:

“When nobody seems to love you,
and trouble is everywhere,
When skies turn dark above you,
and joy turns to despair,
When everything just falls apart,
and no one seems to care,
Just look deep inside your heart, 
and know that God is there.”

Most often, that is easier said than done. 

At the same time, it is also true that in the darkest moments of life our souls are most open to God’s in-breaking grace.

Christian Theologian Paul Tillich once wrote, “Grace strikes us when we are in great pain and restlessness . . . It strikes us when our disgust for… our weakness, our hostility, and our lack of direction and composure have become intolerable to us. It strikes us when, year after year, the longed-for perfection of life does not appear when the old compulsions reign with us as they have for decades . . . Sometimes at that moment a wave of light breaks into our darkness, and it is as though a voice were saying: ” ‘You are accepted. . . .'”

I pray that in the tough moments of life, you would experience that grace. And, may you know in the deepest part of your being, even now, that you are loved and accepted. 

Let us pray: Keep our hearts open, O God, to the gift of your grace. We love you, Lord. Amen.

A Beautiful Gift

A Beautiful Gift

Today, I am deeply grateful for those of you who have supported the Dial Hope Foundation with a financial donation. Hope reaches others because of you. Thank you!

The book of James instructs us, “Be slow to speak, quick to listen.”

Sometimes we’re like the couple who were sitting with some friends and the subject of marriage counseling came up. Mary said, “Oh, Tom and I will never need counseling. We have a great relationship. He was a communications major in college and I majored in drama. He communicates really well and I just act like I’m listening!”  

One of the wisest people I’ve ever met was an older Catholic nun who had served all over the world. I met her at a Catholic retreat center in Geneva Switzerland. She had a presence about her. Every word she spoke was thought through, and she really took the time to get to know each of us personally. I was there with a group of students – most of us studying to be pastors. She reminded us that the greatest gift you can a person is to listen to them. Not the kind of listening you do, while you’re watching tv, or on your phone, or while you’re thinking about what you’re going to say next. But the kind of listening, where you take the time to hear both the words that are being said and the feelings that are behind those words.  

Presbyterian scholar and pastor Eugene Peterson echoes these thoughts. He once wrote: “You enter into the soul, the spirit of somebody else by listening to them, not by telling them something.”

Today may you be slow to speak and quick to listen. May you give the people around you the gift of someone who cares enough to listen.

Let us pray: O Lord God, we have said some things we wished we hadn’t. We all know firsthand the pain that words can cause, and the pain of words withheld or used carelessly. I pray that today you would heal any old wounds we carry, but then move us to a place where we are more content to listen than to speak. Remind us of the value and the grace that is given in a listening ear. Thank you for listening to us this day. Amen. 

Prayers and Thanksgiving… for Everyone

Prayers and Thanksgiving… for Everyone

When we were in Scotland last summer, there was a huge celebration for the 70th anniversary of Queen Elizabeth’s reign. There were parades and other celebrations in big cities – even special pastries in the stores! But I think we were a little taken aback by how in the church services we attended, there was considerable prayer specifically for the Queen… for her health, for her well-being, for her family, thanksgiving for her long reign… When we were at Saint Giles on that first Sunday, I was actually looking around to see if she were there. All this special attention!  

My sense was that she was pretty well loved and respected, and therefore not that hard to pray for.

For the early Christians, the kings and rulers in power were not exactly allies. Jesus, Jesus had just been executed as a common criminal by Rome. And these first fledgling churches were meeting sometimes secretly in people’s homes. I’m sure many of them had friends or loved ones who had been dragged to the center of town and stoned or worse, simply for what they believed.

The Apostle Paul once wrote to his young friend and colleague Timothy: First of all, then, I urge that supplications, prayers, intercessions, and thanksgivings be made for everyone, for kings and all who are in high positions…

Thanksgiving? Intercessions? For those who are persecuting us?

Maybe this is a prayer: Lord, we pray for these people in power that you might change their hearts… But maybe there is more to it. 

Paul adds this: that we might live quiet and peaceable lives… 

I don’t know about you, but I’ve often struggled to pray for people I don’t like. Or, people that have wronged me, or worse, who have hurt someone vulnerable, or hurt someone I love…  

But could it be somehow, that my peace and well-being are tied to the peace and well-being of others? Could it be that hatred and bitterness in my heart are somehow detrimental to my own health and wellbeing, to my own salvation? Could it be, by lifting them up in prayer, it does something inside me as well?

Jesus once said, “Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.” I have to believe this teaching has more to do with us and our own spiritual well-being than it does with them. 

Let us pray: Loving God, it is difficult to pray for those who we perceive as enemies or those who may have harmed us. But this you taught us to do. And so we lift them up to you now… Release in us any bitterness, hatred, anger, disgust… Free us from resentment or any other thoughts or emotions that may be binding us… Help us let go, to trust you, and to rest in your peace. Though Christ our Lord, Amen. 

The Bug Disease

The Bug Disease

Today’s message was written by Rev. Dr. Roger Kunkel, founder of Dial Hope.

I want to begin this meditation with a passage from the New Testament, 1 Peter 1:22: “Now that you have purified your souls by your obedience to the truth so that you have genuine mutual love, love one another deeply from the heart.” 

The late musician Duke Ellington said his doctor once told him that the bug disease kills more people than any other disease in the world. It is very important, therefore, not to let anything bug you! The Duke’s doctor wasn’t talking about germs. He was alluding to the tensions of living and our relationships with others. 

One of the most destructive stresses of life is hatred. If you let yourself hate, the chances are that the one you hate won’t get sick – you will! Loving your neighbor instead of letting him bug you is the very best way to avoid such tension and illness. 

Doctors find that Jesus’ admonition to love one another is good sound medical advice. Freedom from the bug disease brings not only a healthy body but also peace of mind, a happy life, and continuous hope. 

Memorize this beautiful passage from the Old Testament book of Proverbs: “A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a downcast spirit dries up the bones.” (Proverbs 17:22) 

Let us pray: Loving God, we acknowledge that life is a mixture of light and dark, ease and difficulty, joy, and distress. Today we pray especially for those who now experience the darker side; those who grieve, those who struggle with personal problems, those who feel neglected, those whose lives are touched by illness or despair, those who are tired and scared. Let the hope that comes from Jesus Christ infuse them with healing, love, strength, and courage. Save us all from the bug disease of hatred, bitterness, and cynicism. Now let the word of joy and hope that is in the gospel ring in our ears with new truth and fervor this day. Through Jesus Christ. Amen. 

For Those Who Have Eyes to See…

For Those Who Have Eyes to See…

In his book, The Te of Piglet, Benjamin Hoff tells a funny story about how a Hindu, a Rabbi, and a Critic were traveling separately through the countryside late one afternoon they were all three caught in a terrific thunderstorm. They sought shelter at a nearby farmhouse.

“That storm will be raging for hours.” The farmer told them. “You ought to spend the night. The problem is there is only room for two in the house. One of you must sleep in the barn.” “I’ll be the one,” said the Hindu, “ a little hardship is nothing to me.” And he went to the barn.

A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. It was the Hindu. “I’m sorry he said to the others, but there is a cow in the barn. Cows are sacred creatures and I cannot impose.”

“Don’t worry said the Rabbi, make yourself comfortable. I will go sleep in the barn”

A few minutes later there was another knock at the door. It was the Rabbi. “I hate to be a bother,” he said, “but there is a pig in the barn. In my religion pigs are unclean, I wouldn’t feel comfortable sleeping near a pig.” “Oh, all right said the Critic, “I’ll go sleep in the barn.”

A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. It was the pig and the cow.

I heard a pastor say once about himself as a sort of confession. He said, “In my life, in the past, I found that I so quickly become the cynic. I so quickly become the critic. I would only see what was wrong all the time, and I’d be the first to point it out to anyone who’d listen. And you know – everybody loves that guy. But I just thought I was one of the perceptive ones, one of the smart ones – and there I was standing at the back of the room throwing stones at everything. It is so easy to find and point out what is wrong. But it takes courage to believe. In a world where there is so much darkness, so much messed up sin, it takes the deepest courage to stand up and find the good – to hold out hope, and to choose to find God’s fingerprints everywhere.”

Let us pray: God of love, in a world where there is much darkness, grant us the ability to notice the beauty and the good all around us, the courage to hold onto hope, and the eyes to see your fingerprints everywhere. Amen.