Monthly Archives: January 2012

Playing Dress Up

Some of my favorite grandma memories have been of my grandchildren playing dress up.   Last week I was delighted as Miah twirled around in her mother’s old dance costume.    I smiled as Isaac ran to the rescue with his superhero cape trailing behind him.    Giving Ilsa a pink and purple princess outfit to wear at a tea party I held in her honor on her fifth birthday gave me joy.   Julia made me happy whenever she wore the yellow taffeta and lace flower girl’s gown she bought at a neighborhood garage sale.   She wore it often with a pair of her mother’s old, open-back high heels that went clip clop as she walked on the wood floors of her home.

There is a dress up party described in the third chapter of the book of Colossians.   The author tells us to throw off our old selves and to put on our new selves that are being renewed in the image of our Creator.   He tells us to take off anger, wrath, malice, slander, abusive speech and lying.   He tells us to clothe ourselves in compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, patience, forgiveness, and love.

Father, remind me every morning to dress in my new self.  Help me to be more concerned about character, than style and fashion and to be more concerned about reality and substance, than in appearances and conformity to cultural expectations and values.   I want to be like Jesus from the inside out.

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A Lesson Learned From The Titanic

When my granddaughter Ilsa was twelve,  her grandpa and I took her to The Science Museum in St. Paul to see an exhibit about the Titanic.   In addition to retrieved artifacts, there were photographs and stories about the people who took that fateful voyage.   I was most profoundly moved by the picture of the young priest who spent the final hours of his life giving comfort and praying with fellow passengers.   At the end of the exhibit was this quote from an unnamed Irish philosopher:  “We are all passengers on the Titanic.”

I began a collection of essays on lessons I was learning from my grandchildren when Ilsa was around fifteen months old.  The world has changed since then.  I feel it is more treacherous, volatile and fragile.   In my opinion,  we live in perilous times, and the quote from the Irish philosopher resonates more strongly in my spirit today than it did when I read it with Ilsa two and a half years ago.

Oh Lord God, make me brave and courageous, like that priest on the Titanic.   May I be diligent about the task of giving comfort and instilling hope.   Thank you that no matter how my voyage ends,  I am sure my final destination is on your shore in a land of endless joy. 

 

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Sometime

When my oldest grandson, Noah, was only three years old, as his proud grandmother, I noted his large vocabulary and his skillful use of words.   “Sometime” was a word he frequently employed.   He told me, “Sometime I will be big and ride a bike.”  When I talked with him on the phone, he said, “Sometime I will come see you.”   He knew sometime meant in the future.   He said sometime with confidence and certainty.   He did not say maybe.    His mommy and daddy created security for him.   That secure soil produced early trust.  There was trust in his use of sometime.

Lord, let me use sometime wtih the same kind of simple, uncomplicated confidence and trust that Noah did as a child.   Sometime Jesus will return.  Perhaps it will be this year.   Perhaps 2012 will be the sometime. 

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