Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Three thoughts on transformation

Beautiful calla lilies grow everywhere in the Bay area of California. Having had a failed attemptt at growing these beauties in a pot years back, I was stunned that they cover the place. This is what my friend Laura called the "trinity of calla lilies" in the garden at Mission Santa Clara.

To go along with these three beauties, I am picking three beautiful experiences of transformation from my Institute for Christian Spiritual Formation week retreat.

1. Words, especially God's word, have the ability to wallpaper our mind. Have you ever taken down wallpaper? It is not for light weights or for those who do not have huge motivation to have it done. This is not the kind of job you invite your friends over to help with...it may be worse than asking them to help you move...it is not the way to make and keep friends. Words stick to us and if we are seriously intending to learn the way of Jesus, we will ask for his help in stripping the wall paper of our minds that may include many ugly and even stinky things like shame, self-doubt, or even twisted thoughts about God. Speaking from personal experience, I have very recently allowed such stinky thoughts as "God is punishing me"...."God is forcing me to do this" (among the very stinky wall paper thoughts that had hung in there for most of my life) to be stripped away. These thought are now so far from my mind that I can hardly even retrieve them here to write them. This stripping is all God's doing and it is accomplished by the power of His word. (Yet, you and I do have to be open to it and willing to follow His lead in doing it) His word is what transforms our minds. Now, I like to imagine the wallpaper of my mind being very flowery and with lots of bright colors, maybe even tie-dyed with the beautiful things of God: love, joy, peace, hope, etc...

2. There was an elderly gentleman in the airport talking on a cell phone. From what I can gather, he was talking to a significant other perhaps wife. He talked about the week he had spent with his son and their family. With tears in his eyes and a catch in his throat, he said that his son had not spent more than a few minutes with the rest of the family all week. He then talked about his grandchildren and that spending so much time with them make him "re-think his whole life." The sweet delight of those children seemed to bring this man to openness...perhaps, even transformation, if he so chooses.


3. The "end game" for us and for church is to live everywhere in the power and character of Christ. I look around at the people that gathered with me hearing such fantastic messages and allow my imagination paint a picture of their life outside our two weeks a year together at retreat. I love imagining my friend the architect living in the power and character of Christ as he meets with his clients. I love imagining my friend who stays at home raising a 3 and 1 year old, she is chasing them, praying as she goes, training them in the things of toilets and respect for one another and all the while doing it in the power and character of Christ. I imagine my friend the judge putting on his robe and reciting scripture about being clothed with Christ and know how every single person that stands before him that day will be seen as they are: unceasing spiritual beings with an eternal destiny in God's great universe. I celebrate that I can share this journey in transformation with such beautiful people.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Roberta, I am glad to hear of your pleasant retreat experience in California. It is true that an extended retreat from noise and city distractions--including the cell phone--are necessary for those who wish to extend beyond "the motions" in the Christian life.

Two weekends ago I was invited to a potentially life-changing retreat with my church. Couples and singles alike were invited, yet those with kids were asked to find child care and to turn off all mobile devices. The truth was laid down. Some things that I was ready and prepared to hear I accepted. Other truths from God hit me like a brick, some which I am still toying with, others that I even disagree with.

Needless to say I felt privileged to be reminded of my need for a savior, and that even a seminary education is not enough to become sanctified holy.