I thought I'd pass along another piece from a church member. Many of you know that Chase Bengel had surgery last week. His mom, Marinn, shared this email with many supporters. I thought I'd pass it along because it speaks as a living witness to the words of Hebrews 13: "Let mutual love continue. Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that some have entertained angels without knowing it." For all who have been, according to Hebrews, literal angels to the Bengels: Thanks be to God!
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My dear friends....Gosh how blessed I feel!
One said to me this morning, "Oh Marinn, you must be so stressed?" But my answer is, "Most of the time...not...because....You literally see the best of humanity and feel the touch of God!" And I mean that from the humblest part of my heart.
Let me tell you how God showed up for us.....
During Chase's first test at the hospital, one of the assisting nurses looked down at our chart and saw that Scott worked for Shelco. Her young husband also works for Shelco...Thanks be to God!
Before surgery, lots of God (I can't name you all) sent us emails, phone called and texted to say they/God would be with us, and you were. Thanks be to God!
When we got to the hospital, God came in greeted us as the Pre Op nurse Jo Aiken who has know us for years...Thanks to God for Jo being on our team...I would have requested her if I had know. Thanks be to God!
Then God (Amy and Michael) came and prayed with us. Then God (russ, amy, michael, sue, mom, kathy) came and waited with us during the surgery and made us laugh and passed the time. Thanks be to God!
And God (kathy) drove my other children around while we waited. Thanks be to God!
And then we went into our room in the hospital...10 minutes later...God walked in as the Child Life Specialist, Andrea, that is Howard Peabody's daughter, one of Scott's partners...and we haven't seen "cute her" in 5 years...there she was to check on us and take care of us..Thanks be to God!
And more God called our house to check on us and texted and called our cell phones...Thanks be to God!
And every day more God brought food and recipes and boost and biscuits, jam and a frosty and smoothie cards and movies and wine and....visits and....Thanks be to God!
So thank you God for being with our family every day....Thank you for holding our hands, whispering in our ears, feeding us and loving us...
Some will say that we never see the face of God, but I believe differently, and he/she looks like you. Thanks be to you!
Marinn
PS… Chase came home on Friday...a textbook operation and is happily and grumpily eating soft foods...3 to 6 weeks is a lot of soft food! He did end up with some pneumonia which has caused a lot of coughing and more sleeping. He is regaining strength and should be on the other side of this soon.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
I Can Imagine
So it's been a while since I posted, but I had to share this. Not my own, thoughts, but some words that our own, Ron Pelt, sent me this morning. Ron and his wife, Carol, are newer members who have been very active in church and in our Babylon's Class. Ron writes beautifully and occasionally sends me some of his work. I read this morning's offering and had to find a way to make it available to you. I think it speaks well of our God-experience -- and may speak particularly well to those of us who enjoy the give and take of theology and its inspiring, but also bewildering questions. The Psalmist says, "Be still and know that I am God" (Ps. 46.10) -- sometimes we need to pause from our asking, our wrestling, our important-doubting... and just "know."
Thanks, Ron, for sharing. I'd love to have feedback from the church -- and other submissions, as well. Maybe we need a church-wide blog that we write together. Could this be our first entry?
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Sometimes I can imagine myself in the future, having a conversation with God. God is somewhat puzzled and says to me,
“I gave you so much: from the amazing gold glowing orange of a peach slice (not to mention its incredible sweetness), to the taste of marmalade in the morning. I gave you the soft warmth of your puppy’s belly and the fluffy subtle cotton of the morning clouds. And yet you seemed so unhappy much of the time. And when you cried out in fear and loneliness, I was there, although your pain often blocked your awareness of my presence. I have been trying to tell you day after day, year after year, I know you. I am here for you. Come bring me your burdens and lay them here. I’ve got you.”
And God would go on to say, “When you were a young child, you knew all this. You would wake up each morning and wonder what miracles you would accomplish that day. The sun was brighter, the ice cream was sweeter, and you tasted it not just with your tongue, but with your whole face. You weren’t afraid to get your head right down into things. You jumped into mud puddles with both feet, delighting in the simplest things.”
I would be deep in contemplation and God would continue with his discourse. “Your faith in me was simple then. You saw me in the stars you looked up at on summer nights, marveled in my light from fireflies, and played with my hot orange coals in campfires. And you knew that you could do anything, because I made you that way. You could dance, sing, draw, imitate animals, and once you even tried to fly. And your dreams! Oh, your dreams! I loved to watch them at night. They were my favorite movies.
You didn’t expect too much from me in those days. Just for me to be big, really big. You didn’t question my power. That never even came up. You just assumed I was enough. And you weren’t afraid of me; that is, not until the grownups started trying to teach you about me. Then you started hearing all the lies, all the misunderstandings, and all the rules, rules, rules. Why in just a few short months I went from being a close loving warm blanket to becoming a jealous, cruel, judgmental, condemning monster, who sent people to some awful place where they burned forever and cried out in pain and loneliness.
I’m sorry for that. I knew it was happening but I couldn’t stop them, not the way things are set up. I tried to help you think about how silly all that was. And I did get through to you some. Are you listening now? Do you get it? I’m still here, and I still want to play. I love you and I want you to learn to love yourself, and marvel at what a miracle you are. If you can do that, then you can turn and look at others, and see how they are miracles too, and learn to marvel at them, like you used to a long time ago.”
Ron S. Pelt
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Thanks, Ron, for sharing. I'd love to have feedback from the church -- and other submissions, as well. Maybe we need a church-wide blog that we write together. Could this be our first entry?
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Sometimes I can imagine myself in the future, having a conversation with God. God is somewhat puzzled and says to me,
“I gave you so much: from the amazing gold glowing orange of a peach slice (not to mention its incredible sweetness), to the taste of marmalade in the morning. I gave you the soft warmth of your puppy’s belly and the fluffy subtle cotton of the morning clouds. And yet you seemed so unhappy much of the time. And when you cried out in fear and loneliness, I was there, although your pain often blocked your awareness of my presence. I have been trying to tell you day after day, year after year, I know you. I am here for you. Come bring me your burdens and lay them here. I’ve got you.”
And God would go on to say, “When you were a young child, you knew all this. You would wake up each morning and wonder what miracles you would accomplish that day. The sun was brighter, the ice cream was sweeter, and you tasted it not just with your tongue, but with your whole face. You weren’t afraid to get your head right down into things. You jumped into mud puddles with both feet, delighting in the simplest things.”
I would be deep in contemplation and God would continue with his discourse. “Your faith in me was simple then. You saw me in the stars you looked up at on summer nights, marveled in my light from fireflies, and played with my hot orange coals in campfires. And you knew that you could do anything, because I made you that way. You could dance, sing, draw, imitate animals, and once you even tried to fly. And your dreams! Oh, your dreams! I loved to watch them at night. They were my favorite movies.
You didn’t expect too much from me in those days. Just for me to be big, really big. You didn’t question my power. That never even came up. You just assumed I was enough. And you weren’t afraid of me; that is, not until the grownups started trying to teach you about me. Then you started hearing all the lies, all the misunderstandings, and all the rules, rules, rules. Why in just a few short months I went from being a close loving warm blanket to becoming a jealous, cruel, judgmental, condemning monster, who sent people to some awful place where they burned forever and cried out in pain and loneliness.
I’m sorry for that. I knew it was happening but I couldn’t stop them, not the way things are set up. I tried to help you think about how silly all that was. And I did get through to you some. Are you listening now? Do you get it? I’m still here, and I still want to play. I love you and I want you to learn to love yourself, and marvel at what a miracle you are. If you can do that, then you can turn and look at others, and see how they are miracles too, and learn to marvel at them, like you used to a long time ago.”
Ron S. Pelt
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