An E-Mail from Heaven

What’s in the subject box of emails from Heaven?

If Heaven offered free e-mail.
what would our loved ones want to tell?

Since they now know what matters most,
I’m guessing they would write…

To view each day as if a gift.
To run t’ward peace when there’s a rift.

To see the value when we play.
To know God hears us when we pray.

To recognize there’s always time
to bend an ear or to be kind.

To smell the fragrance of a flower.
To bask beneath a summer shower.

To feel the wonder of it all
when autumn leaves begin to fall.

To taste the sweetness of a pear.
To give to God our every care.

To serve a homeless man a meal
and then to journal what we feel.

To stroke a newborn baby’s hand
in awe of God’s mysterious plans.

To watch the ocean churn and foam.
To take a sunrise walk alone.

To stand beside a dying friend
and hold their hand until the end.

To understand that life is brief
marked both by joy but also grief.

To come to terms with Jesus Christ
acknowledging His sacrifice.

To baptize Doubt as Faith’s godchild
who will (in time) believe.

A Prayer for Peace

Let there be peace on earth… and let it begin with me!

Do you remember
this is the day
that Earth Wind and Fire
inked in red
with their unforgettable hit “September?”

And lest we forget,
let me remind you
that today is also
the International Day of Peace.

On this twisting and turning planet
where politicians are poles apart
and the magnetic pull of pride draws
unnecessary lines in the sand,
join me in praying for peace today…

“May peace prevail on earth we ask.
Help us, dear God, to own our task
admitting when we know we’re wrong
and righting what we can.

May we commit to speak the truth
refraining from what is uncouth.
And may we listen with both ears
to those whose truth we’ve shunned.

May kindness punctuate our days
as we eschew our former ways
of getting even for some pain

another might have caused.

May tolerance and compromise
cause folks to see Christ in our eyes
as we determine every day to love as Jesus loved.

And may Saint Francis‘ prayer for peace
leap from our lips and never cease
to codify what we desire:
to be God’s instruments.


And speaking of SEPTEMBER by Earth, Wind and Fire, enjoy!

An Invitation to Dance

Ballroom dancing is a picture of God’s grace

He looked at me and said, “Let’s dance.
I’ll lead. Just lean on me!”
But I protested to the Lord,
“I’m clumsy! Can’t you see?

“I’ve two left feet. I don’t know how.
I think I’d trip or fall.
I’d rather sit and sip some punch.
I just don’t dance, that’s all!”

But He refused to turn away.
He winked at me and said,
“This is our song. Don’t sit out.
Come dance with Me instead.”

We waltzed across the ballroom floor.
With grace, He took the lead.
I didn’t know which way to turn,
yet didn’t feel the need.

I leaned my head against His arm
and felt His strong embrace.
I knew He wouldn’t let me go
or fall flat on my face.

Though lost in wonder, love and joy,
I found myself that night.
What I had feared for all those years
became my soul’s delight.

To think I’d almost passed it up.
Thank God, I took a chance
when He invited me to risk
by asking me to dance.

“Peace, Be Still!”

A poignant photo of a solitary sailboat on Puget Sound

Adrift upon a stormy sea,
I hear the Savior say to me:
“I’ll calm the winds and churning waves!
I’ll quell your anxious soul!

“The winds and waves obey my voice
and so can you. But it’s your choice:
to cave to your anxiety
or cast your cares on Me.

“I’ll be your anchor in the storm.
Though drenched by fear, I’ll keep you warm.
And though it seems you’re all alone,
I’m with you all the time.

“Peace, be still!”

* I dedicate this poem to the memory of Clyde Warford who used to sing “Master, the Tempest is Raging” at church when I was a student at Wenatchee High School.

Labor Day Reflections

Here are just some of the business cards I’ve carried in the past

Having just retired in June, I approach this Labor Day with mixed emotions. I’m very grateful for a day to spend at Lake Chelan with the family enjoying annual traditions that define this unofficial end-of-summer holiday. All the same, a day that celebrates the gift of employment now finds me unemployed. And in all honesty, I am feeling a bit at sixes-and-sevens.

I’ve been a man-of-the-cloth for forty-five years. As such I had a flock to lead, a parish in which to preach, babies to baptize and couples to counsel. Clothed in the vestments of my calling, I knew what to do. With daily commitments to which to give myself, I felt dressed-for-success.

But now, without a job, I feel naked. There are no sermons to prepare, no shut-ins to visit, no grief support groups to facilitate. My calendar is uncharacteristically clear. The unblemished boxes on my Daytimer is a bit unsettling. As a result, I am laboring to make peace with my present status. Looking into the morning mirror I realize how much I have allowed my identity to be tied the title on my business card.

Although I have been quick to advise others to not equate their worth to their work, I find myself struggling to practice what I have preached. Now that I’m retired, I realize how easy it is to worship what we do. In the process, we fail to see our careers as simply a means to an end and blindly view them as the ultimate aim of our lives.

Gordon Dahl, a professor in the economist department at the University of California at San Diego, has indicated that we Americans tend to worship our work, work at our play and play at our worship. Having been guilty of giving my job unjustified adoration, I concur with his assessment. From what I’ve observed, we tend to be more fixated on what we do than focus on who we are. As you have no doubt heard before, we are humans doing instead of humans being.

A first century rabbi writing to a congregation in the Middle East offers a corrective to our tendency to elevate our employment. Paul of Tarsus wrote, “For we are God’s workmanship, created to do good works, which God prepared in advance as our way of life.” Notice the reference to workmanship and work.

As I reflect on that ancient rabbi’s observation, it occurs to me that the labor worth celebrating this Labor Day is not our work in the office but God’s work in our lives. Indeed, our worth as individuals has little to do with the job title on a name plate or the dollar amount on a W-2 form. Our worth is based in the fact that we are created in the image of our Creator. Imago Dei is the value with which each of us is tagged as we find ourselves at the starting line in the human race. In other words, we are the priceless product of God’s efforts apart from our efforts.

But in addition to God’s working within us, there is work for us to do tied to our God-likeness that gives meaning to our lives. The rabbi’s words also call attention to the fact that the work that most matters is not a merely a 9-to-5 assignment for which we get paid. Rather, it involves investing in people through acts of kindness.
This Labor Day why not join me in identifying work to which we can give ourselves apart from our employment status? Such efforts might include: visiting someone on hospice, mowing the lawn of a widow, volunteering as a greeter at church, giving your air miles to a young family planning a vacation, helping cook a meal in a homeless shelter, writing a letter of gratitude to a teacher you had in high school and giving a server in a favorite café an over-the-top tip.

Let’s make this Labor Day not about our work but about other’s worth. In the process we just might rediscover what our true work in this world is all about (whether we collect a paycheck or Social Security).