Memories (re-post with a twist)


I will never forget you. You are painted into the canvas of my life, in the deepest and truest of colors, by the master hand of the great Artist who first brought us together. You are within my soul. You are light and life, vision and meaning, hope and the dreams from which all hope is crafted. I will never forget you. What you gave I cannot repay, but I can always honor. Who you are, I cannot replace, but I can forever cherish. And one day in time to come, where love finds an eternal home, I will call you again by name, and see you as you see me now. (Bishop S. Charleston)

Throughout this week we have taken time to honor and remember the men and women who have bravely served our country, defending and protecting in situations unimaginable. While flags fly high and the air fills with music of national pride, people have paused to remember.

Memories most often rise as stories  As a chaplain I have listened to stories told by women and men who served in conflicts as long ago as WWI. It is humbling to listen as these memories are shared with pride and sadness. While stories are repeated – as if to get each detail in perfect place – I know not to interrupt their telling. With respect, I have heard about battles, losses and rescues from people now small in stature and frail by age. Something important happens as these stories are shared. I have watched youth and energy rise, transforming the person who is sharing. Time suspends and memories are brought alive in the telling.

I have also been present when there is a quiet pause in the conversation. Some memories cannot be told in story, either because they are bound by vow or too painful to make real once again in words. In those moments honor is given in silent presence.

This world spins at a pace often too fast for memories and stories. We are a better people to set aside time to listen and remember. By doing this we experience renewal of youth and strength.

May we find ways to slow down and listen. The stories told reveal something unknown in each of us – calling us to learn from our history and give thanks for much sacrifice – given to protect us and save others from harms way. 

Feeling small?


We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop.
Blessed Mother Teresa

These words can be encouragement yet I reflect on them more as a challenge this morning.
Does the world feel too chaotic? Are we bombarded with confusing and out-right unkind statements concerning our political leaders and neighbors? It is not easy to understand this shift in the way decisions are being made in this day and time – decisions on the way we care for and respect one another. To err on the side of kindness seems to have been lost in an angry and selfish movement filled with fear and inequality.

The chaos swirling all around us can feel out-of-control and therefore ‘hopeless’. In many ways all of the noise makers are betting on the fact that planting fear and confusion will discourage most people and leaving them an empty road to ride filled with satisfied triumph. In this moment, take Mother Teresa’s words to heart. We are called to act with confidence – our deeds will serve those in need and bring about justice – one person at a time. What is before you as you begin this day? Who will cross your path in need of a simple gesture of kindness?

This may not bring immediate gratification, at least when it comes to global justice and peace. Yet our actions offered with care and respect are crucial. Each act, as if a drop, joins other such acts and soon – the world can be filled with a sea of kindness. A sea designed to encourage hearts weak with fear and isolation.

No better time to begin than now. This day be alert, stay awake – notice one way to offer help where help is needed People are longing for examples of how to make a difference. Be that example, one action at a time.