F O U N D

In the movie, a young girl covers the song of a faded superstar who is paralyzed by loss. 

By the chorus, the audience is on its feet, singing in unison

"...I still haven't found what I'm looking for..." 

:: The jaded old timer is rallied and joins in song. :: 

"...I believe in the kingdom come
Then all the colors will bleed into one
Bleed into one
But yes I'm still running 


You broke the bonds
And you loosed the chains
Carried the cross
Of my shame
Oh my shame
You know I believe it
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for..." 

I felt my heart break a little- for humanity; for all of us longing to know -and feel- that we are truly loved.

I'm convinced it's what we're all seeking, every last one of us: love that knows us fully and keeps us forever. 

That's the Good News of Christmas. 
We can stop running. 
No more hide-and-seek, we've been found. 

And we are already so very loved. 
For keeps. 

                        Still Haven't Found

Heart of Gold

Before the decree, my marriage ended in a thousand works of literature.

We've been listening to an audio drama of ' A Christmas Carol' by The Merry Beggars as an Advent activity and came to Scrooge's exchange with Belle this week. 

I love 'A Christmas Carol'  for so many reasons, one of which is this scene. It has been a friend and strange comfort to me for many, many years. 

When I first encountered it, while homeschooling my children, it gave me vocabulary for an underlying understanding that my partner and I were using different currencies based on vastly varying values. Without knowing all that was to come, my heart reflected Belle's even then: I release you to pursue your true passion and hope you find the happiness that now eludes you. 

Merry Christmas to all and thank God for the miracle of hearts that say yes to being changed. 

>> Belle's Farewell <<

For again Scrooge saw himself. He was older now; a man in the prime of life. His face had not the harsh and rigid lines of later years; but it had begun to wear the signs of care and avarice. There was an eager, greedy, restless motion in the eye, which showed the passion that had taken root, and where the shadow of the growing tree would fall.

He was not alone, but sat by the side of a fair young girl in a mourning-dress: in whose eyes there were tears, which sparkled in the light that shone out of the Ghost of Christmas Past.

"It matters little," she said, softly. "To you, very little. Another idol has displaced me; and if it can cheer and comfort you in time to come, as I would have tried to do, I have no just cause to grieve."

"What Idol has displaced you?" he rejoined.

"A golden one."

"This is the even-handed dealing of the world!" he said. "There is nothing on which it is so hard as poverty; and there is nothing it professes to condemn with such severity as the pursuit of wealth!"

"You fear the world too much," she answered, gently. "All your other hopes have merged into the hope of being beyond the chance of its sordid reproach. I have seen your nobler aspirations fall off one by one, until the master-passion, Gain, engrosses you. Have I not?"

"What then?" he retorted. "Even if I have grown so much wiser, what then? I am not changed towards you."

She shook her head.

"Am I?"

"Our contract is an old one. It was made when we were both poor and content to be so, until, in good season, we could improve our worldly fortune by our patient industry. You are changed. When it was made, you were another man."

"I was a boy," he said impatiently.

"Your own feeling tells you that you were not what you are," she returned. "I am. That which promised happiness when we were one in heart, is fraught with misery now that we are two. How often and how keenly I have thought of this, I will not say. It is enough that I have thought of it, and can release you."

"Have I ever sought release?"

"In words? No. Never."

"In what, then?"

"In a changed nature; in an altered spirit; in another atmosphere of life; another Hope as its great end. In everything that made my love of any worth or value in your sight. If this had never been between us," said the girl, looking mildly, but with steadiness, upon him; "tell me, would you seek me out and try to win me now? Ah, no!"

He seemed to yield to the justice of this supposition, in spite of himself. But he said with a struggle," You think not?"

"I would gladly think otherwise if I could," she answered, "Heaven knows. When I have learned a Truth like this, I know how strong and irresistible it must be. But if you were free to-day, to-morrow, yesterday, can even I believe that you would choose a dowerless girl -- you who, in your very confidence with her, weigh everything by Gain: or, choosing her, if for a moment you were false enough to your one guiding principle to do so, do I not know that your repentance and regret would surely follow? I do; and I release you. With a full heart, for the love of him you  once were."

He was about to speak; but with her head turned from him, she resumed.

"You may -- the memory of what is past half makes me hope you will -- have pain in this. A very, very brief time, and you will dismiss the recollection of it, gladly, as an unprofitable dream, from which it happened well that you awoke. May you be happy in the life you have chosen."

She left him, and they parted.

Mean Girls

"Bwahahahaha!"

Her cackle pierced the drone of usual student activity in the combination gym/chapel/lunchroom. 

The victim, unaware she had been selected as today's target, looked to see if everyone was alright. It was such a loud and sudden noise, she thought someone had been hurt. 

What she saw was laughter. Great big gobs of gossipy guffawing hee-haw.

And they were laughing at her. 

Unwilling to explain what was so funny, they only pointed out that her chair was in the wrong place. 

"I won't tell you what I WAS going to say" one of the mean girls jeered in-between guffaws.

Then, lifting her hand to create the shadowy working conditions necessary for vile lips to spew, she  whispered to her loyal and listening friend whatever it was she had not been going to say.  

They laughed the wrong-chair-sitter back to her classroom, embarrassed and dismayed. 

~~~
This story is true. 
The bullies portrayed are not little girls. 
But they are,  most definitely,  mean ones, working in a Christian school.
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To those seeking light, 
I apologize. 
This is not what Jesus told us to do. 
Draw near.
To him, not them. 
He will not laugh at you. 
~~~

"...wisdom from above is pure, peace-loving, gentle, compliant, full of mercy and good fruits, unwavering, without pretense. It is sown in peace by those who cultivate peace.
James 3:17‭-‬18 (paraphrased) 

New Mercy Mornings


Some days, we just survive. 

And we try to hide which days.

Make them all look alike.

" I'm fine, (Just fine. This is fine.) thank you, and how are you?" 

No one will know.  

And that's noble, right? It's what we're supposed to do: think on things lovely, good and true; count it all joy, my brethren, when life drops the other shoe. 

For me, I have noticed "struggle days" tend to follow highly productive, happy moments. 

Like shadow, stalking light. 

It is true that gratitude lifts our mood, but what do you do when the dark slinks in even in the midst of joy and celebration ? 

HOLD ON. 

Like a sudden thunderstorm, let it pass. 

If you can dance in the rain or jump in puddles, go right on out and do that. 

But if it is dangerous and scary,  with flashes of lightning, stay put. 

It is ok to curl up and wait. It can be comforting to talk with a friend when the power goes out. 

One way I've learned to pray over the last few years is this: 

"You've already paid the price for the joy that is mine today. You've already purchased my peace. Help me take hold of what I need and share your surplus love." 

It helps me see in the dark. It helps me hold on. 

And friend, I'm striking this match to say, you are not alone.  

"This little light of mine... "

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