W… Write!

In the beginning was the Word;
the Word was in God’s presence,
and the Word was God.

John 1:1

W is for Write. Many more meaningful words begin with “w”. I’ve cited one above! Still, I chose “write” because this is what I’ve been called to do. In addition to these daily reflections, I’m writing a book. This project is very important to me because it chronicles my relationship with God throughout my life. Perhaps a reader or two will find that this topic has meaning for them as well.

Unfortunately, the writing process has proven to be grueling. I’m grateful that the inspiration has been plentiful and that the words flow freely. The WORD cited in the scripture verse above has been very generous in providing these things. However, I’ve been able to be productive for only an hour or two or three before being interrupted by what I call real life.

These incidences of real life occur with diligent frequency. Each is a worthy cause which certainly deserves my attention. Still, as I respond as best I can, I wonder about my book. I habitually look upward to ask, “Will I ever finish it?” Though I never hear a response, I somehow know that all will unfold in good time.

It occurs to me that I’m always writing something with my attitudes, with the things I say and with my actions. Though I’d like to leave something significant in written form, the truths I share through my daily life will be far more lasting. Just as no book store owner or librarian can predict which books patrons will pick up, I can’t predict who will read the things I write with every breath I take.

So it is that I write my life’s next chapter by tending to the tasks at hand with patience and love. I’ll get back to my manuscript later, too.

Loving God, mold us into words who write of your love as Jesus did.

©2019 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

Back To The Basics… ABC…

Rescue the poor when they cry out,
and the afflicted when they have no one to help them.

Psalm 72:12

In just twenty-three days, Summer 2019 will begin. I’ve promised myself that, before the first leaves of Fall 2019 hit the ground, I will have made progress on my book. I’ve been on page 93 of that book for more than a year. And, yes, I’ve promised myself that I’d get back to it several times before. This time, I’m determined to keep this promise.

So it is that I’m going to revisit a favorite series of reflections. Some time ago, I used the alphabet to count the many blessings with which we’re gifted. Each letter designated one of the amazing ways God has enriched us all. Regardless of the troubles which beset us, God gifts us with just what we need to face them. In my case, reviewing this amazing list of treasures will give me the time to get to that book! If you’ve read these before, fear not. The editor in me will update each and every one! While making my way from A to Z, I’ll continue to post my longer reflections every Sunday.

Today, I begin again with A…

A is for Abundance. Each one of us is a treasure-trove to ourselves and to one another. We’re filled with abundant gifts which no one possesses in the same configuration as we do. It’s up to us to appreciate our abundance and to share it generously with those we’ve been given to love. It’s also up to us to find and to acknowledge the abundance in others that they may do the same.

Loving God, help us all to respond to one another in our abundance and in our need.

©2019 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

W is for…

Let integrity and uprightness preserve me…
From Psalm 25:21

W is for Write. I realize that there are many more meaningful words which begin with “w”. I chose “write” because this is what I need to be doing at the moment. I’m in the midst of writing a book which is very important to me. Perhaps a reader or two will find it has meaning for them as well. The process, however, is grueling at best. I get on a role for a day or two or three only to be interrupted by what I call “real life”.

For some time now, a “real life” situation has sapped my energy and my creativity. I attribute this to my genuine concern for those involved. I think that we all need to invest our time in the concerns which matter to us and to those we love. Because I needed to clear my head regarding all this, I retreated to the outdoors. In the midst of that much-needed walk, I recalled several people who’ve approached me over the past few months to thank me for these posts and for my Sunday reflections which appear in our parish bulletin. I told myself, “My writing seems to be important to a lot of people including myself.” As soon as I said that, I had to wonder if the energy and worry I’d invested in that bit of “real life” was equally important. As I walked on, I admitted that I’ve already done everything within my power to help. Aside from praying for those concerned, there truly is no more for me to do.

With that, I returned home. I whispered a prayer regarding that situation and then sat at my keyboard to write this post and to begin the next chapter of my book.

Loving God, thank you for the inspiration and for the faithful readers who join me in taking it to heart.

©2018 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

Celebrate God!

Last week, my husband and I drove north to our cabin to take care of a bit of upkeep. Before you invest any sympathy on our behalf, let me assure you that we find such tasks at our get-away to be therapeutic and relaxing. This time, Mike planted a few pots of flowers while I cleaned the kitchen. Mike went on to repair an outdoor light while I went through the linens to determine what needs to be replaced. At the end of that day, we happily cooked and ate dinner, cleaned up and headed to the couch and recliner. I picked up a book I’d begun a few weeks earlier and Mike grabbed the remote. When he scrolled through that evening’s offerings, Mike weighed his options. Would he watch an episode of one of his favorite dramas or settle for a few reruns from the 60s? Because the poor guy was tired and fighting a lingering cold, I encouraged Mike to settle for those vintage offerings. This allowed him the luxury of dozing off at will and it allowed me to read without distraction. As it happened, the dialogue from the lighthearted comedies he selected provided a soothing background as I read. The subject matter of the volume in my hand brought comfort as well. Another expert had scripted a summary of his findings regarding life after this life and his every word immersed me more deeply into an ocean of peace.

This is Trinity Sunday and I’m sharing my Wisconsin adventure because it offered me a glimpse of the essence of today’s celebration. Trinity Sunday differs from the other major feasts of the liturgical year. Christmas, Easter and Pentecost mark events which continue to shape our relationships with God. On Trinity Sunday, we celebrate God’s wonder. Just as Mike and I found ourselves relaxed and at peace in our little cabin, we all find ourselves most at peace when we nestle in close proximity to God. Still, though we try to embrace this peace as often as possible, we sometimes imitate the clumsy efforts of those who came long before us when we do so.

The Old Testament tells us that Moses’ contemporaries viewed God as Creator, Ruler and Judge. They approached God with tempered hope and a good deal of trepidation. Today’s reading from Deuteronomy (4:32-34. 39-40) offers an example of Moses’ responses to God’s often impatient people. Moses pointed out that though they repeatedly doubted God’s concern for them, God responded every time to their needs. God fed them with morning meals of manna and suppers of quail. God quenched their thirst with a fountain of water in the midst of the desert. Still, in spite of God’s ongoing presence to them, fear overwhelmed the Israelites even as they approached the Promised Land. It was then that God made God’s presence more visible than ever to them.

Today’s reading from Romans (8:14-17) reminds us that Jesus revealed God’s presence and God’s love quite tangibly. When Jesus embraced his life among the people, he underscored the value of even the most ordinary aspects of our lives. Jesus learned to love and to respect his parents, neighbors and friends. He grew into adulthood with useful skills and a deep faith in God. Jesus used his public ministry to reveal the nature of God’s love for us. The One whom the Israelites saw as Creator, Ruler and Judge became “Abba” to Jesus’ followers. Through his own acts of kindness, mercy and love, his preaching and parables (Do you remember the Prodigal Son?), Jesus made one thing clear: That, above all else, God is the most loving parent any of us will ever know. Sadly, the disciples returned to the fearfulness of the Israelites when Jesus ascended into heaven. Fortunately, it wasn’t long afterward that God’s presence among us became undeniable. God’s Spirit arrived in a stormy flurry and filled up the disciples so completely that they couldn’t contain themselves. They burst out of hiding from that upper room and filled the streets of Jerusalem with the good news of God’s love for us all.

I mentioned earlier that I began with Mike’s and my Wisconsin adventure because it offered us a glimpse of the gift we celebrate today. Mike and I enjoy the cabin because it rests in the midst of the best of creation. The interior is simple, but truly comfortable. The phone seldom rings and our internet activity is limited to a minute or two on our iPhones. When I use our offline laptop to write, the words flow more freely than ever. Our isolation from our hectic lives at home frees us to inhale the fresh country air and to tune in to our briefly unencumbered hearts. These interludes free us to experience God’s presence more fully. On this Trinity Sunday, God assures us that we’re in very good company wherever we are. Whether we’re worried and impatient as the Israelites were or uncertain and feeling abandoned as the disciples were, God is with us. Though we can’t always drive north to quieter environs, we can find quiet moments to spend with our Abba wherever we are. It is during these quiet times that the God we celebrate this Trinity Sunday assures us once again that we’re never alone.

©2018 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

W… for Write

Let integrity and uprightness preserve me…
From Psalm 25:21

W is for Write. I realize that there are many more meaningful words which begin with “w”. I chose “write” because this is what I need to be doing at the moment. I’m in the midst of writing a book which is very important to me. Perhaps a reader or two will find it has meaning for them as well. The process, however, is grueling at best. I get on a role for a day or two or three only to be interrupted by what I call “real life”.

The other day when one of these incidences of “real life” threatened to monopolize my time, I retreated to the outdoors to clear my head before tackling the inevitable. In the midst of this much-needed walk, it occurred to me that I’m always writing something with my attitudes, with the things I say and with my actions. Though I’d like to leave something significant in written form, the truths I share through my daily life will be far more lasting. Just as no book store owner or librarian can predict which books patrons will pick up, I can’t predict who will read my attitudes, my next word or the things I do. Whether I opt to or not, I’m writing something with every breath I take.

With that, I returned home to “write” my next chapter by tending to the tasks at hand with patience and love.

Loving God, inspire us just to “write” of your wonder in everything we say and do.

©2016 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

God’s Enduring Presence

Last week, when our son traveled to London for work, he graciously allowed his dad to tag along. Father and son left Friday which gave them the weekend to tour before Tim’s work began Monday morning. Since Tim had been there before, he planned to point out London’s highlights which my husband will hopefully share with me one day. As for me, I was left in a very quiet house for the duration. The idea behind all of this, according to my husband that is, was that I would take advantage of the quiet and return to the book I’ve been writing for half a decade. As it happened, I dropped them at the airport Friday afternoon, fought traffic all the way home, responded to the call that announced they’d indeed take off on time, enjoyed an omelet for dinner, and headed to my keyboard. It was after eight o’clock when I actually began rereading and editing the seventy pages I’d already written before adding another word. It was long after midnight when I crawled into bed.

Though I’m usually an early riser, I woke the next morning after 9:00. I climbed out of bed amazed that neither my neighbors’ lawnmowers nor their dogs had waken me earlier. As I made the bed, I told myself that I needed the rest. I also told myself that the quiet house was a very rare commodity which I must use well. With that, I created a mental “To Do” list: Answer email, write this reflection and return to my book. After congratulating myself for committing to such a productive day, I did my morning exercises and headed downstairs for breakfast –or was it brunch? Regardless, I intended to enjoy the view of our backyard as I ate.

I’m always drawn in by the outdoors. However, that morning my long-neglected manuscript distracted me. This book chronicles my relationship with God and its evolution over the years. My experiences growing up in the city and afterward provide the backdrop of this lifelong adventure. Friday night’s rereading and editing had filled me with memories of the best and the most difficult experiences of those years. That Saturday morning, our backyard full of nature’s treasures couldn’t compete with the images that danced in my head. The truth is that those precious memories evoked uncontrollable smiles.

As I tended to the breakfast dishes, it occurred to me that the trials and tribulations which had punctuated my life to date had ended as well as the good times. Even when scars had been left behind, the sense of relief or amazement or gratitude over having survived thoroughly diminished them. I attribute this phenomenon to God’s continued presence in my life. It is this relationship which assures me that I’m never alone in anything. With that, I returned to my keyboard and to my manuscript to convince my eventual readers that the same is true for each one of them.

I haven’t yet finished my book. So it is that on this Trinity Sunday, I’m using this space to assure all who read this that God is indeed a constant in our lives. This feast of our God who is Creator-Parent, Son and Spirit provides the perfect opportunity to celebrate the Almighty’s unending interaction with humankind. The scriptures tell us that God walked the earth in the company of the first woman and man. God provided all that they needed to care for themselves and for one another. When they chose to forsake these gifts, God continued to love them and to extend friendship to them again and again. When humankind continued to err, Jesus entered into our history.

In all that he said and did, Jesus revealed God in a most tangible way. Jesus loved unconditionally. He showed us that to lead, we must serve, to be first, we must be last, and to save our lives, we must give them up for one another. Jesus ended by suffering a death he would repeat for any one of us. Finally, God’s Holy Spirit penetrated human fear dramatically and profoundly. When the first disciples acknowledged this presence among them and within them, they shed all of their uncertainty and came out of hiding to spread the news of God’s love. Though their lives weren’t carefree, they were blessed in unimaginable ways, just as mine has been. The disciples realized that God was with them in everything and so must we.

Finally, I understand the disciples’ sense of urgency as I commit myself to my long-neglected manuscript. You and I know so much more than the disciples knew. You and I have two millenniums of amazing outcomes to fuel our faith. Our challenge is to use this knowledge of God’s loving presence to change the world. What better way is there to celebrate this Trinity Sunday and every day with which we are blessed? Just as I hope to use my manuscript to spread the word, I need to use all that I say and do to do the same. Truly, we are all called to assure those we’ve been given to love that God loves us all and is with us all every step of the way.

©2016 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved