A Conversation with God

So if you haven’t figured it out by now, I have this very active imagination and since as I write this I have been working with Psalm 139 that speaks of being “known” by God, here is my version of a “conversation with God.”

A Conversation with God

God- Hey, what you doing just now?

Me- Uh, is that you or is this my imagination again?

G- Yes, and yes.  Who do you think created your imagination anyway?  Just how do you think

            I get through to you?  You won’t find me in your “inbox” and I am not into texting.

M- Okay, you don’t have to get sarcastic…or do you?

G- I’ll be anyway I desire.  Remember the first thing you people of mine ever heard from me is,

            “I AM WHO I AM.”  Moses had a hard time with that and it seems you folks still do

            not get the reality that words will never capture me.  In fact you can’t really

            ever condense me into your concepts.  I am bigger than all of that.  Hey, but I am

            not so big that I do not care about being with you.

M- How is it that you created all those billions of galaxies so long ago but you really have time

            for…well for me?

G- There you go again, trying to figure me out.  Give it up.  That brain of yours, that I also

            created…O, while I am at it I am sorry you had such a tough time with Algebra…but

            I do not intervene on things like that.  I am not sure who invented Algebra anyway…So

            back to my point…even I wonder around a bit….You see your brain will never

            be able to comprehend me so that is why I did invent faith.  There are all kinds of

            reasons out there to “not” believe in me.  So many people want me to be some kind

            of cosmic” fix-it-make-everything-turn-out right” kind of God…or the “man upstairs”…

            or a divine Santa Claus….by the way Santa Claus is not all bad but for goodness

            sake don’t forget the real Christmas…I invented that too.  Sometimes you just

            have to believe…because of and sometimes in spite of.

M- I really appreciate you dropping by or whatever this is.

G- I am always “here.”  You get too busy to notice and I am not being cute or sarcastic this

            time.  You need to “notice” more.  Cruise Control is for cars not for you.  So many

            times at the end of the day you do not even know where you’ve been.  Where are

            you people going so fast?  Where are you headed?  “Stop, look, and listen” was

            not just a phrase you should have learned in school.  My son said it first when he

            told his small band of followers, “The Kingdom of my father is best understood if

            you come as a child.”  So remember how inquisitive and open children are.  The truth

            is, to me, you will always be a child of mine no matter your age.

M- Will you talk to me like this again?

G- How far away is your imagination..your quiet place…your soul that I put there?  One person

            called it listening for that still small voice.  Take the time and you will encounter me.  I

            never go away even when you feel I am not there.  I am bigger and deeper than your

            feelings.  Now you can whisper “amen.”

Take Me to Your Leader

Take Me to Your Leader…the Religious Version

            Remember the old saying about the visitor from Mars who shows up and asks someone to “take me to your leader.”  The answer I suppose would depend on just who answers the request.  Who is “the” leader when it comes to our mixed up world?

            So in my rather twisted imagination I conjure up the thought of Jesus showing up and asking me to “take me to my church.”  Where would I take him?

            Since Jesus waved good-bye that day on the hills of Galilee a lot has happened to his church.  We now have everything from snake handling, pew jumping believers to Latin chants and incense.  There is a prelude to one of the modern affirmations of faith that states, “Where the spirit of the Lord is, there is the one true church.”  So where is the “one true church?”

            The founder of what we now call church once offered some interesting words to his first followers who were the members of his first congregation:

                        “My prayer is not for them alone.  I pray also for those who will believe

                        in me through their message that all of them may be one…so that they may be

                        brought to complete unity.” (from John 17 NIV)

           

            Jesus’ prayer seems unanswered when it comes to unity.  My particular “branch” of church is now in the midst of yet another fight over what to believe and teach.  Historically “the” Church has argued over how much of Jesus was divine and how much was human, is the Bible to be taken literally all the time, should women get to preach, who gets to serve and who gets to take Communion…the list goes on.

            I wonder if Jesus would even recognize this movement that he started?  Unity sure is not our trademark. 

            The latest lack of unity in the Methodist version of church is about sex.  Yes, sex.  We seem not to be able to agree about just what is a proper and “biblical” understanding of what is human sexuality.  We proclaim in our statement about this that “human sexuality is a gift from God,” but then we go our separate ways as to how to interpret what is proper.

            For years we have stated that while homosexual people are of sacred worth, the practice of homosexuality is incompatible with Christian teaching and scripture. In our version of church we gather every few years and argue over this issue and then we vote.  The only vote I remember being taken in Jesus’ original version of church was just after he left for good and the disciples had to vote on who would replace the guy who sold out their leader.

            Jesus probably understood that voting was not a good way to decide matters that go to the very core of what it means to be human.  Anyway that is where we have ended up.

            I am not sure I want to “take” Jesus to that kind of church but that is the one I belong to and the one I have been the pastor of for over 48 years.  So what am I to do with Jesus’ request to take him to his church?

            I guess I will join him in continuing to pray for some kind of unity in the midst of diversity.  All I know is that every homosexual person who has shared their journey with me knows that they were who they were from birth whether they acted on it or not.  So if human sexuality “is” a gift from God well so be it.

            And when it comes to the Bible, I discovered through studying the book for many years that the Bible is not a brick.  A brick is made up of a substance that is whipped together and poured into a mold and baked and then the finished product appears.  It is of one substance.

            The Bible is more like a grandmother’s quilt that has been pieced together over many years.  It is made up of pieces saved from generations of the family’s life and story.  It is hand-made and not sown together by some machine.

            Quilts are meant to be appreciated for the story they can tell.  They are made to “hold” life.  Bricks are rigid and can be easily thrown at those who disagree with certain “positions.”

            So Jesus still awaits my answer.  What shall I tell him? To which church shall I take him?

            “Where the spirit of the Lord is, there is the one true church.”  Once upon a time Jesus prayed for unity for those who would be his church.  I wonder what he would say to us who disagree so much about who people “are?” 

           

           

A Birthday Poem

A Birthday Poem

(O Lord, my frame was not hidden from you

when I was being made in secret,

intricately woven in the depths

of the earth.

Your eyes beheld my unformed substance…

Psalm 139: 15-16)

Waiting was I but knowing not

what would be

In that cosmic pause

you but took a breath

and

shared it with

me

Now filled with life my

eyes beheld new light

Months of sheltering darkness

now a memory

not to

be

remembered

In time before time you

 were there

while I was

being made in secret-

a weaving of your

own pattern

On this day of birthing

remembered

I whisper with that

breath you gave me

a small word

with deep meaning-

“thank you”

For I know that when

that breath

leaves me

You again will be there

weaving something

new-

A wonderful kind of

birth beyond

life

Jody Seymour

June 3, 2019, my 72^nd birthday

God's Middleman is a Woman: A Poem for Mother's Day

God’s Middleman is a Woman

(a poem for Mother’s Day)

Seems even God needs an

agent…of sorts

There’s no heavenly factory for

this production

The Creator of All is

absent a shipping

department

Life comes our way through

a middleman who

is a woman

God uses flesh to make

flesh

She is a tender yet

tough disperser

of something

we call birth

God’s grand design needs

loving help

to give life its start

So in the midst

of struggle and pain

there comes a miracle-

a new breath

a child

All because of God’s middleman

and we call her

“Mother”

Jody Seymour

Mother’s Day 2019