If you feel like you’re dried up and not able to shine anymore, it may not have anything to do with your work environment or even your abilities. You may simply be in need of a new thing….
Perhaps take this Sunday afternoon to do some soul searching (between March Madness games, of course 😂).
New may not look like taking a career break to realign life and values like I have chosen to do. But if you’re feeling dry, reconnecting with your own soul and your Maker might be well worth the time investment.
It’s almost-but-not-quite the day Allen comes to mow our lawn. So it’s a bit of a jungle out there with clovers and other weeds vying for their place in our front yard along with the grass.
But, upon looking out the front windows, I was treated to a sight I may have missed had our lawn been perfectly manicured….
I looked out to see a whole menagerie of urban wildlife, from a mother and baby bunny to a whole variety of birds, happily playing our front yard.
It reminded me of that scene from Disney’s old Snow White film where all the furry forest creatures are keeping Snow White company as she happily sings in the woods.
I realized…. all of the weeds and tall grass were actually attracting the amazing wildlife I was enjoying. I couldn’t help but wondering if in all of our striving for perfection, we miss – or even destroy – the beauty around us.
That is one reason I’ve titled this blog (and future book), Ragamuffin Oasis. Perhaps the true places of oasis (rest, refreshing, and thriving) are not the well manicured facades that consumerism and even religion tell us we need.
Perhaps only in admitting we are human and embracing are scruffier, imperfect, ragamuffin selves can we every be truly free.
“Prayer is how our souls breathe.” – Sarah Kroger (from the “Own Your Belovedness” reading plan on the free YouVersion Bible App). “Belovedness” is also a beautiful song that you can hear by clicking here: https://youtu.be/K_6PcNBUj4c
In case I’m not the only one who has those days of simply feeling not enough to accomplish any and every task in front of me, please remember these words Saint Paul wrote to the Church in Rome so long ago: “The Spirit of God, who raised Jesus from the dead, lives in you. And just as God raised Christ Jesus from the dead, he will give life to your mortal bodies by this same Spirit living within you.”- Romans 8:11 (New Living Translation)
(And thanks to The WORD Among Us for having just the right words at just the right time in your devotional guide today! )
And there are moments these days where all of these emotions flow through my own soul in a split second “roller-coastering” along with the highs of the joy and thankfulness of next breaths that so many in our world no longer have….
It is so easy for all of us to feel that nothing will untangle the messes in our world and in our own hearts so light can get through again.
But today I read Psalm 139 and I was reminded of these lyrics from a song written by Rich Mullins & a Ragamuffin Band back in the early 1990s called, Nothing is Beyond You:
Where could I go, where could I run Even if I found the strength to fly And if I rose on the wings of the dawn And crashed through the corner of the sky
If I sailed past the edge of the sea Even if I made my bed in Hell Still there You would find me
‘Cause nothing is beyond You You stand beyond the reach Of our vain imaginations Our misguided piety
The heavens stretch to hold You And deep cries out to deep Singing that nothing is beyond You Nothing is beyond You
Time cannot contain You You fill eternity Sin can never stain You Death has lost its sting
And I cannot explain the way You came to love me Except to say that nothing is beyond You Nothing is beyond You
If I should shrink back from the light So I can sink into the dark If I take cover and I close my eyes Even then You would see my heart
And You’d cut through all my pain and rage The darkness is not dark to You And night’s as bright as day
Nothing is beyond You You stand beyond the reach Of our vain imaginations Our misguided piety
The heavens stretch to hold You And deep cries out to deep Singing that nothing is beyond You Nothing is beyond You
And time cannot contain You You fill eternity Sin can never stain You And death has lost its sting
And I cannot explain the way You came to love me Except to say that nothing is beyond You Nothing is beyond You Nothing is beyond You
(Copyright 1998 – Liturgy Legacy Music / Word Music / ASCAP / White Plastic Bag Music / SESAC / De Cristos Music / BMI)
These words were such a sweet reminder that although we human-types have collectively made a mess of our world and wandered far from the Garden we were created for, we can never ever ever wander beyond our Maker’s reach.
One beautiful byproduct of this horrible pandemic is that the way we meet and gather is changing.
Yes, we all long for the time when the “6 feet apart” rule is ancient history and we once again can sit shoulder to shoulder at concerts, games, church services, etc. But have you noticed that when we’re shoulder to shoulder – we’re not face to face?
We’re doing a different type of gathering right now – and maybe that’s not all bad.
So… the other night I inadvertently conducted an experiment with 5 of us from my church’s small group as we gathered at my apartment community’s clubhouse for a little get-together. The room is so awesome and spacious that it is a “safe place” to gather during this strange COVID-19 pandemic season because there’s plenty of room for social distancing.
Anyway… before the group arrived – I didn’t set the room up in any particular way. I just told my friends, “Make yourselves at home.” One thing I noticed is that the furniture was neatly arranged in square formation sitting areas (barstools lines up at the bar, chairs around cute little square tables, and couches and comfy chairs in seating arrangements at about 90 degrees from each other).
I found it passingly interesting that we did not keep any of the furniture in tidy squares while actually using it. As we moved around the room chatting and enjoying food and drink throughout the evening, we always seemed to end up in loosely formed circles facing each other. It was just natural to do that. It was much easier to connect with each other that way than in the tidy and eye catching square formations throughout the room.
I didn’t think much about until the next morning when I picked up a book (moving it out of the way in my almost daily frantic search for the keys before work ritual). The book is called The Church Comes Home by Robert and Julia Banks. Because books are more interesting to me than searches for keys or commutes to work – I mindlessly flipped through the pages.
Well…. I “happened” to land on pages 36-37 and my eyes were drawn to these diagrams there:
A little backstory on why these pictures and thoughts of my small group gathering from the prior evening became significant to me…. You see, I think my life and the pages of days within it – good, bad, and ugly – has essentially been a quest for authentic community, a Ragamuffin Oasis. (Now you see where my blog’s title comes from).
Perhaps you are not unfamiliar with this longing for authentic community: a community that perhaps seeks not as much to form you as to hold you – as you are.
And…. having spent the largest part of my formative years at some church function or another – I think I automatically assumed that truest form of community and connection could be found at church. However, in my five decades I have not always found that to be the case.
In fact, though I’ve been a part of some incredible churches through the years of all different shapes, sizes, and denominations- I found, at times, that true connection with others was much easier to find in completely non-“churchy” environments.
I’ve been starting to wonder, though, if perhaps church itself isn’t the obstacle to authentic and relevant connection so very necessary for us to thrive. Perhaps our westernized institutionalized version of it is the problem.
When I saw those pictures – the first one
looking like most of the churches in the United States: pews or chairs in tidy front-facing rows with a stage or pulpit up front – I found it interesting that the home church/”early church” pattern of gathering was in natural relational circles.
And, in our informal gathering the other evening and many prior to that outside at a local park (we really have been trying to be good little social distances while trying to create community at the same time), we just naturally formed a circle where we could easily connect with each other. It would have seemed counterintuitive to for one of us to stand in front of the others and everyone else line their chairs up it a neat row facing away from each other and toward the “leader”.
So, why then has our “normal” as churches and other organizations that supposedly have the purpose of creating community been to set up meeting places that automatically take our gazes of each other and toward some stage?
Perhaps this is just one insight and example of why church has become so irrelevant to so many.
Because our current social-distancing circumstances have prevented us from gathering in our normally abnormal traditions, perhaps we are uncovering our true “normal” – our true North of connecting naturally and authentically embedded deeply in our souls by our Maker.
Also, I know a lot of us complain about Zoom meetings and such. But perhaps the reason why all those faces in those “Brady Bunch squares” make us weary and “creep us out” a bit – is that, with the exception of a select few in our inner circles, we haven’t spent a lot of time actually taking in the faces of those around us.
“And let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works, not neglecting to meet together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another, and all the more as you see the Day drawing near.” –Hebrews 10:24-25
Perhaps we (church-goer types) have been “assembling” for generations – yet not really together…. All in one auditorium but never really connecting.
Maybe one blessing birthed from this pandemic season will be that we get our “together” back.
One of my current reads is Small Victories by Anne Lamott.
In her opening chapter, she quotes this poem…
And it had captured me.
Perhaps true beginnings can only happen when we are at the end of ourselves.
Our Real Work
-by Wendell Berry
It may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go we have come to our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings.
Remember…. you simply can’t be strong enough to handle everything you’re going through… everything your community and world is going through.
There is only One who can redeem even the darkest places in us. And, we don’t have to grapple, fight, and wrestle to reach Him. He is constantly and compassionately reaching out for us….
Just be held.
PS: I’m redesigning my blog a bit to hopefully help it be a birthplace for my future book: Ragamuffin Oasis: Finding our places you Just Be.
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Plus, you can use the comment space on the blog posts to add your thoughts and feedback and join in this ragamuffin journey. We’re all a little raggedy – but have amazing stories to tell.
Hopefully, together we can leave all of our vain striving for perfection in the past and create a safe space for each other to just be.