Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Enough & Jesus' 3-fold Model of Discernment

FCCBC Blog: http://inwardandoutward.wordpress.com/2012/01/17/enough-jesus-3-fold-model-of-discernment/

           Wayne Muller asserts that the good life is the life of enough. A life of enough is a life where we aren't wanting and grasping all the time, aren’t perpetually parched and dissatisfied, aren’t running around wrecked by our own impossible schedules. The good life, the life of enough, as opposed to the frenetic, never-enough life, is one where we breathe easy, one that includes moments of relaxation and recognition of beauty around us.  A life of enough is one where we say "agh, this is it, I am content, all is well" and don’t feel guilty about our own sense of sufficiency. A life of enough is one of rhythmic harmony, of shalom.

I’ve never met anyone on this Earth who seems to live the life of enough all the time. But I have known pilgrims upon the planet who seem to get it most of the time, a majority of the time, or perhaps just when it matters most. And what I notice about all of them is their capacity to make wise decisions. On page 27 of his “A Life of Being, Having and Doing Enough” Wayne writes these words:

We make only one choice. Throughout our lives, we do only one thing-again and again, moment by moment, year after year. It is how we live our days, and it how we shape our lives. The choice is this: What is the next right thing for us to do?

The people I know who do “enough” well are people who have a knack for wisely deciding the next right thing. That is, they are people who discern well. I think discernment is the key variable in the life of enough. So, you might ask: what makes for good discernment? Glad you asked…

I think Jesus gives us the ultimate model of holy discernment. Jesus spent time in solitude, in quiet contemplation. Jesus spent time in community, surrounded by people who would engage with him (both people like him and those who took issue with his ministry). And Jesus kept close to nature. I think all of us need these three unique portals for discernment in our lives. We need time alone, time to think and read sacred text, time to pray and silence ourselves. We need time and sharing with other humans who have distinct experience of their own that can shine a light, pose a challenge and strengthen our own understandings/options. And we need to spend time surrounded by what poet Wendell Berry calls “the peace of wild things.”

 The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.


— Wendell Berry

Wayne Muller is right: the good life is a life of enough. And he’s right that the life of enough comes about through constant decision making, comes through days and moments of choosing the next right thing. My sense is that we have a lot better shot at making wise decisions and choices if we follow Jesus’ 3-fold model of discernment, a model that keeps solitude, community and nature at the rhythmic center of our lives.

Monday, January 16, 2012

Stacy

Oh to see you again.

Literary artisans write poems about the way
eyes can lazer beam across time and space,
creating an interlocking for the spirit of love,
write poems about the way
eyes communicate unspoken truths
within and between their inhabitants,
write poems about the way
eyes do something beyond seeing,
like signifying the loyalty of looking itself,
like enacting fidelity.

We've never been lovers, not of the romantic kind.
You are a friend, though, of the highest loving caliber.
Your eyes never cease to amaze me
whenever we reconnect on couches after years apart
you talking (in the serene and simple ways you do) about the in's and out's,
odds and ends, hopes and cut up despairing of
being a daughter with a mommy gone too soon,
being a mother of twins that sparkle so bright you cannot help but stare,
being a committed partner in ravishing and restless times,
being a teacher that can't drop poetry or justice no matter the standardized demand,
being a devotee endlessly endlessly and again.
  
It is always about fidelity with you,
and yet amidst all the stories and enacted demonstrations
you've shared with me over the years, dear friend,
it is the sheer volume of your eyes
that does the convincing. And I,
I am convinced.

Showering in So Cal

Baby showers. Two of them.
One in the hills of Pasadena,
the other in the flat lands of Riverside.

One full of my mother's earthly companions:
business women,
philanthropists,
(still/busy) working women with grandchildren and great-grandchildren,
regals with arched eyebrows and bows on their shoes.
There: fruit platter, sticky buns and egg souffle.
There: talk of time, how to find a toy that'll occupy baby for "10 minutes."
There: long conversation into the afternoon about policy, future, and justice.

The other one full of former church families and friends:
football-watching dykes,
recovering and slipping addicts,
single moms who didn't choose it,
kids (from broken homes) now adults listening (more) closely to talk of 'family,'
black and white, middle classing and struggling.
There: cake, purple wrapped kisses and lemonade.
There: advice about listening and trusting what's within.
There: a lullaby sing a long.

My mother, daughter and I--
the only similar variable in these equations of difference,
these moments of togetherness that cannot be compared
in anything other than loving quality,
and perhaps a shared tenacity among women
to proclaim and celebrate a sacred new dawn (yes, Aurora)
even in the midst of their impossible (assigned) inheritance.

Such worlds we inhabit,
such geographies we cross,
such bridging and stumbling between,
our bodies, cultures and time.

We are, I am, She will.