Today in Christ


I wrote this early Sunday morning after my morning devotions. I have been reading much from my Bonhoeffer library, and I believe I had been reading the 107th Psalm on Sunday too. I think I was influenced by my general contemplation on silence as well; it has been on my mind recently.  I see too the influence of my celebration of the new ministry of one of my friends from Divine Intervention.

Today in Christ                 

Today I am in Christ,                                                
Not only in Grace,
Not only in Faith.
Today I give thanks to God because he is good,
and my faith is filled with mercy and love,
and I am with Christ today.
I am in and of Christ. I rejoice!
We use this grace divine, and in one accord,
join ourselves to Christ, our Lord.
Through Jesus’ power, today we live and die in the body.

Having wandered so many years and so many days,
Am I now rescued from my troubles?
Troubles are still there, but
Seen from Christ’s eyes,
These troubles seem here and not in our Lives.
He changes deserts into lakes in our times.
He changes the ignorant into teachers and physicians.
He changes alcoholics into bright-eyed missionaries.
He changes the Lost into the New-Found.
He changes me into the Body.

Today I am in Sabbath, and I am quiet.
I listen.
Let me, when I am too wise to know it,
When I am too smart to pay attention,
Let me, when I am wise in the Word,
Let me understand and share the Lord’s blessings.

(c) Tom Bolton, July 22, 2012, Milwaukee

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Money Squirming


John Meunier had us all squirming about money and social principles yesterday. I think that is good for us, so I’m pointing in that direction this week. I’m thanking John too.

Here is a link to his blog on Methodism and Money.

And here is a dramatic presentation of John Wesley’s Eighth Sermon on the Sermon of the Mount, with Wesley portrayed by actor Mark Topping.

I was happy to read this blogging by Meunier this morning.

“Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal: But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal; For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. The light of the body is the eye: if therefore thine eye be single, thy whole body shall be full of light. But if thine eye be evil, thy whole body shall be full of darkness. If therefore the light that is in thee be darkness, how great is that darkness!” Matthew 6:19-23

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Bonhoeffer on Community Health


I have been subscribing to a 40 day devotional on Dietrich Bonhoeffer and his wisdom this
past month. The daily email comes to me from Bible Gateway and I have greatly valued it.

Today, there was this message from Bonhoeffer:

Every act of self-discipline by a Christian is also a service to the   Rev. Dietrich Boenhoeffercommunity. Conversely, there is no sin in thought, word, or deed, no matter how personal or secret, that does not harm the whole community. When the cause of an illness gets into one’s body, whether or not anyone knows where it comes from, or in what member it has lodged, the body is made ill. This is the appropriate metaphor for the Christian community. Every member serves the whole body, contributing either to its health or to its ruin, for we are members of one body not only when we want to be, but in our whole existence. This is not a theory, but a spiritual reality that is often experienced in the Christian community with shocking clarity, sometimes destructively and sometimes beneficially.  —  Life Together

This connects to the scripture passage from Romans 12, which we often contemplate;

For as in one body we have many members, and not all the members have the same function, so we, who are many, are one body in Christ, and individually we are members one of another. Romans 12:4-5

I was left particularly contemplating this question:

What are the implications of Bonhoeffer’s assertion that, “we are members of one body not only when we want to be, but in our whole existence”?

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Homelessness Information in Milwaukee


Homelessness Information in Milwaukee

There is excelent information in this report to help us understand the issues surrounding homelessness in Milwaukee County.

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To Hear Her Voice Again


My mother died when I was in high school. She had been in a hospital many times in those last years. In recent years, I have been unable to recall her voice as I once did.

To Hear Her Voice Again

I was fourteen when first I heard her voice less regularly.

A Rose

She was away more months at a time, and
Her voice then was brittle and softly sad.
Her voice frightened me too often, and
I could not respond, didn’t know how to answer.
Once, when she was home, I went into hiding,
afraid to hear her words of anguish.
As a boy and as a man, I struggled with ‘sad,’
I hurt with ‘hurt,’
At sixteen, we were in separate worlds–
But aren’t all mothers and teenagers?
But her world had locks that I barely understood,
and my world had the locks of teenage angst,
and like my pals, I picked the locks to my world.
I escaped more often than not.
In December at sixteen, there were moments free,
moments when I heard carols in her voice,
giggles in her ironic instances, in silly instances.
But deep-freeze days followed, as they always followed.
Darkness enveloped.
Still I carried the sweet voice in my head.
Most often I could muffle the still soft sad voice.
The next year she left me behind.
In the parlor, I hugged sweet friends, old and new, aunts and uncles, soldiers who loved my folks.
We could still laugh there. Friends even then made me laugh.
We laughed despite it all.
And I could then pull back her voice clearly.
I could hear her–most often from better days.
I could bring back old reprimands and instructions.
I often resurrected her songs.
I pulled in her joking moments.
Usually I let the fragile moments drift by.
I relished the moments when she softly spoke just to me.
When I married, I was twenty-six.
I thought of her that day too.
I wanted to share those days, to make her proud in some way.
In my head, I could still hear her voice.
She was distinct. I knew her as a Mom.
I knew her singing still.
I was comforted by her in my mind.
My ears still picked out her voice.
At thirty, I yearned to share baby stories, to get her encouragement for me, a Dad,
and I imagined my first boy on her lap, in her arms.
Still her voice was accessible.
I could share her songs, and hear her laugh.
The brittle voice was gone now.
She shared my stories across time.
At thirty-five, I held up a new baby for her to see and coo to.
Her voice, though soft, I heard.
She saw me in my youngest, and we both laughed.

Now, these days, I no longer find her voice.
I can find some words of hers,
But the melody of her voice, and
The lilt of happy times are gone.
I miss her now at fifty-plus.
I get mad at me that I cannot hear her.
Is it me?
Has my memory so failed me?
Is it my ears that are too old now?
Have I just filled my mind with too much stuff?
Someday, I yearn to hear her voice again.
Will it be in my twilight times?
Even later, will it come?
I yearn to hear her voice again.

(c) Tom Bolton, June 29, 2012, Milwaukee

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Bonhoeffer on Discipleship


As I have been reading the biography of Dietrich Bonhoeffer (Bonhoeffer: Pastor, Rev. Dietrich BoenhoefferMartyr, Prophet, Spy), I have pored over translations of some of his books this past week. I am presenting here some of his comments about discipleship.

There is not a place to which the Christian can withdraw from the world, whether it be outwardly or in the sphere of the inner life. Any attempt to escape from the world must sooner or later be paid for with a sinful surrender to the world. Ethics

I fear that today, we don’t so much try to withdraw from the world, as we are wont to cling to it.

The first call which every Christian experiences is the call to abandon the attachments of this world. The Cost of Discipleship

I have found this to be true in my life only recently.

Our enemies are those who harbor hostility against us, not those against whom we cherish hostility… As a Christian I am called to treat my enemy as a brother and to meet hostility with love. My behavior is thus determined not by the way others treat me, but by the treatment I receive from Jesus. The Cost of Discipleship

I’ve been taught this since I was a third-grader, and still I struggle to live this way.  I can find it most closely in the early morning, just before dawn, when I am praying.

Earthly possessions dazzle our eyes and delude us into thinking that they can provide security and freedom from anxiety. Yet all the time they are the very source of anxiety. The Cost of Discipleship

This is so true.  For me, life was simpler when I had less than when I had to think all the time about how to keep what I have.

Judging others makes us blind, whereas love is illuminating. By judging others, we blind ourselves to our own evil and to the grace which others are just as entitled to as ourselves. The Cost of Discipleship

Interestingly, I find this harder to avoid than it should be.  Even when I am with a group that has been judged harshly, I find they often want to judge others who are just a little ‘worse than they are.’

Also, those who are disciples sometimes lose track of what it means.  Before worship recently, a beautiful matron in the Church, whom I see regularly in our sanctuary, asked me if I thought the homeless were for real or if they are just free-loaders.  She also proceeded to condemn a homeless woman who not only showed up to eat at our Church, but even came on Christmas Eve to dampen our festivities.

I can no longer condemn or hate a brother [or sister] for whom I pray, no matter how much trouble he causes me. His face that hitherto may have been strange and intolerable to me is transformed through intercession into the countenance of a brother for whom Christ died. Life Together

Amen!

The followers of Christ have been called to peace. . . . And they must not only have peace but also make it. And to that end they renounce all violence and tumult. In the cause of Christ nothing is to be gained by such methods. . . . His disciples keep the peace by choosing to endure suffering themselves rather than inflict it on others. They maintain fellowship where others would break it off. They renounce hatred and wrong. In so doing they over-come evil with good, and establish the peace of God in the midst of a world of war and hate. The Cost of Discipleship

I find that when I have pursued pacifism, I have been hated.  It is hard to understand.  but I’m not sure we can find our peaceful natures anymore.  Certainly it is not common in my world.

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In Quiet, Listening and Reflections


(I’m reflecting on Galatians and reading Bonhoeffer still.)

Today I look in a mirror, and I see there
Brother Dietrich behind me at ten o’clock, 
and I’m learning to listen, and
I’m joyous in this community–even when disappointed in us–
and I see too John Wesley and
others who teach me now and across time.
Solomon teaches me too and I wonder if he had the lessons deep inside him, and outwardly he taught us in sound bites.
Was the kingdom firmly in his grasp?
In silence, I listen, and now my friends
question my silence.
Walking beside those who hunger and ache,
I listen, and briefly boost them up.
They seek answers from me, but I have
only a few answers, and I am simple.
Paul is by me too, and he has polished his arguments.
I am simply here, simple in argument.
Like those around me, I love the carols;
all through each year, I love these carols.
God worked extraordinary miracles through Paul.
He spoke extraordinary truths through
these around me, and through Jeremiah and Job.
I do little:
I listen,
and I sing praises of God all my life.
He upholds the oppressed and the lonely
all the time.
He feeds the hungry and visits the prisoners.
How many kinds of prisoners may we find here?
With Teresa, he teaches us to smile
and to give blessings to the blind and hurting.
He loves the lonely, the poorest of the poor.
He is with us in these lowly places, preaching on a mount.
God blesses us in our silence and our listening.
God blesses His servants!
He offers us grace and peace when we listen.
Grace and peace:
Are there any better gifts?
If I were trying to please neighbors,
I would no longer be Christ’s servant.
Let me listen and serve in this
community, this blessed community, this day.
In my fogged mirror, let me see still those who
guide me, and listen and serve.

(c) June 28, 2012, Milwaukee

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