A FRIDAY MEDITATION – Power from Above

“You are witnesses of these things. And see, I am sending upon you what my Father promised; But you must wait in the city until the power from above comes down upon you.” ~ Luke 24:48-49

This coming Sunday is Pentecost which celebrates the coming of the Holy Spirit to the Church and, therefore, to you and me. Perhaps, I should say something about this – but what?

This story comes to mind. It is a witness story of Jesus and his story with me. I had been a spirit filled and released apprentice of Jesus for some time so I was no stranger to what the Spirit will and can do in, to, with and through a person. However, I was a newly certified spiritual director when this event took place.

I was asked to lead a weekend retreat for a women’s group from another church. I believe in doing my homework, so I prayed and tried to prepare.  Absolutely nothing came to me.  I jotted down a note or two, but…! When time came to leave for the retreat, I grabbed a couple of books thinking I could always read something and let them spend time meditating. This was not a silent retreat, so this could be very interesting.

When I walked into the retreat place, the music team was practicing a song I love, so perhaps, everything would work out. I had brought along a couple of parishioners from our church who would be praying for me. I don’t exactly remember what happened, but we did begin with music. We sang.  The woman who put together the retreat said things.  I probably had a few introductory remarks. The first thing I do remember, other than music, was the prayer stations we had. The two ladies I brought with me manned one of them.

What followed, I remember with great clarity. I wrote it down. I hadn’t planned to go for prayers, but I felt a little God nudge. I would wait until the station which my friends manned was empty.  (Because the other ladies might be intimidated praying for the leader, perhaps. Hmm, bit of ego there it seems. Not one of my better thoughts.) The real reason – I am introverted and I was scared because I wasn’t prepared. I didn’t want to walk across the room where people could watch me. Jesus did not agree with my plan and told me to go there, anyway. Ok, then…

I did and I asked for something, probably. The instant their hands touched me, I was on the floor. This happening is sometimes called “slain in the Spirit” but I prefer “resting in the Spirit” – it’s not as violent sounding.  Whichever – I felt very much at peace and held as I lay there.  Of course, every eye in the room was focused on my prone body. So much for introversion – just sayin’. I could hear my friends telling folks that I was alright. This has happened to me only once and in retrospect, I don’t think it was really for me anyway, or at least only partly.

I got up from the floor and returned to my seat beside the woman in charge. She said, “Interesting.  I doubt if the ladies know what happened.”  WHAT!! The name of the group, being what it was, led me to believe that they would know about these things. I must explain it. So, I talked about the Holy Spirit, about spiritual gifts, about resting in the Spirit, about tongues, about healing and, most likely, other Jesus things as well.

So, the retreat continued.  I read something from the book I brought.  There was laughter. We had more singing, a break, and another evening session. Then, it was time for prayer again. A woman, that I knew from this congregation, who had MS, came up to my station using a walker. She had been in a wheel chair. She said, “I want all that the Holy Spirit wants to give me.” Alright!!  I prayed for the Holy Spirit to do just that and she started to fall.  I grabbed her and lowered her to the floor.  Her friend was concerned but I assured her that she would be fine.  I kept my eye on her as we prayed for others.  When she started to stir, I went to her.  She said that her legs were burning and she had had no feeling in them for a long time.

My first thought – I am so very proud of this – was, “Oh, no.  God wants to heal her.” Isn’t that great? I really trusted God, but I wasn’t sure of me. I had to continue, however. I was the retreat leader.  Or so I had thought. I turned to the ladies and told them that God wanted to heal Bernice, and I asked others who felt comfortable praying for healing to join me in laying hands on her. It’s better that way, anyhow.  More community like. We prayed, she got up from the floor and started walking around.  Her friend’s jaw hit the floor – probably others as well –  as we watched her dance around.  The word was that Bernie didn’t sit down all night. The last I heard, she hasn’t yet.

I certainly would not have planned the weekend this way, but God had his dreams for this congregation, so he took over.  I was called to be there as part of it and I am still amazed.  God can do some pretty good work through scaredy-cats.  Even introverted ones. Sometimes, he lets them know.

Two years ago, at convention, I ran into a woman from that group. She told me that I had no idea what had happened after that weekend. There had been all kinds of confusion and dissension in that congregation about gifts of the Spirit and whether you needed to speak in tongues to show that the Spirit had filled a person. It was tearing the congregation apart. After this weekend, it all went away.  There was healing in the congregation as well. Wow!! Thank you, Jesus!!

I don’t know how to end this writing and it’s already long…so, be not afraid.  God does have his dreams and his ways.  “And who knows but that you have come to your royal position for such a time as this?” ~ Esther 4:14

…you will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.” ~ Acts 1:8

 

 

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A FRIDAY MEDITATION – Where’s the music?

“Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reed. Some say love it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.  Some say love it is a hunger an endless aching need. I say love it is a flower and you it’s only seed.

It’s the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance. It’s the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance.  It’s the one who won’t be taken who cannot seem to give and the soul afraid of dyin’ that never learns to live. 

“When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long, and you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong, just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows, lies the seed that with the sun’s love in the spring becomes the rose.” – Amanda McBroom

This week, I wonder where my inner music went.  Usually, some song is in my head.  I just noticed, the last few days, there was none and I wonder.  Why not?  In prison ministry, the female residents loved this song made popular by Bette Midler.  They always wanted to sing it.  They know about broken.  They know about abuse. They know about things we don’t really want to know about. They know firsthand the things that are awful. They were trying to have hope.  They were trying to find God.  That’s why we were there.

Why do I have the news as my homepage on the computer?  Depressing.  ISIS. Horrible. Acts of Evil.  Shootings everywhere, even in our own neighborhoods.  People homeless and starving.  Children abused and killed, etc. The planet is being abused and could be beyond recovery, etc.  Do I even want to know this?  No!!

Why don’t I have something uplifting as my homepage?  Why?  Because I have to know.  I need to be aware.  How will I know what needs prayer?  God loves the evil doer but hates the evil they do and the darkness that evil brings. God calls us to pray for our enemies, and to do good to those who hate us; even when we are furiously angry with them; even when our heart hurts; we feel sick to our stomachs and even when we are afraid.  How do we spread light in these desperately dark places?  It is too big.  How do we live within the Kingdom of God so that Jesus and his Kingdom are visible?

This prayer helps me.  I visualize my heart space—the space where God dwells within.  I don’t actually know what it looks like but I know how it feels.  I put these enemies in that space with God.  I pray for his light to surround and fill each one.  I pray for evil to be banished.  I pray they may know that God loves them.  Brennen Manning said, “Suffering, failure, loneliness, sorrow, discouragement, and death will be part of your journey, but the Kingdom of God will conquer all these horrors. No evil can resist grace forever.” So I hold them there and then, I look to see what I can do to bring light into the situations in front of me as God leads.

Sunday is Pentecost, the day we celebrate the coming of the Holy Spirit who gave power to the disciples of Jesus to make a difference and to proclaim the Good News.  That same Holy Spirit is with us today for the same reason.  Pentecost reminds me to ask God for a fresh infilling of the Spirit, because I run out of gas. I run out of hope.  I run out of music.  I need all of that to do my part in the Kingdom of God to make him visible to a hurting world. Join me.  It takes all of us.   Come Holy Spirit.  Come.