Monday, December 28, 2009

“Fuel for the Fire”

A Christmas Eve meditation based on Isaiah 9:5.



By Magdalena I. García

Want to start a fire?
Better get some fuel.
Here is what the experts say…

One
Find some pine cones.
Cover with wax.

Two
Place charcoal in egg cartons.
Close the egg carton.

Three
Take cotton balls.
Rub them with Vaseline.
Store them in a plastic bag.

Four
Collect lint from your dryer’s filter.
Roll up or break into balls.

Five
Cut milk cartons into strips.
Cover with wax.

Six
Soak charcoal in lighter fluid.
Coat with wax.

And so on…
But I prefer Isaiah’s recipe:
Gather every warrior’s boot
used in battle.
Collect every garment rolled in blood.
Burn as fuel for the fire.


Come, Prince of Peace,
and start the fire.
Come, Prince of Peace,
and burn away from our hearts
the desire to make war.

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“Combustible para el Fuego”

Una meditación de Nochebuena basada en Isaías 9:5.

Por Magdalena I. García

¿Quiere prender un fuego?
Más vale que consiga combustible.
He aquí lo que dicen los expertos…

Uno
Halle piñas de pino.
Cúbralas con cera.

Dos
Ponga carbón en una caja de huevos.
Cierre la caja.

Tres
Tome bolitas de algodón.
Frótelas con Vaselina.
Guárdelas en una bolsa plástica.

Cuatro
Recoja las pelusas del filtro de la secadora.
Enrróllelas o forme bolitas.

Cinco
Corte en tiras un cartón de leche.
Cubra con cera.

Seis
Remoje carbón con combustible para encendedores.
Cubra con cera.

Y así sucesivamente…
Pero yo prefiero la receta de Isaías:
Junte todo calzado que lleva el guerrero
en el tumulto de la batalla.
Reúna todo manto revolcado en sangre.
Quémelos como pasto de fuego.


Ven, Príncipe de Paz,
y prende el fuego.
Ven, Príncipe de Paz,
y consume en nuestros corazones
el deseo de hacer la guerra.

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“And They Shall Live Secure”

An Advent 4 meditation based on Micah 5:4.



By Magdalena I. García

Guard against terrorism.
Secure the borders.
Enforce immigration laws.
These are some of the ways
that the Department of Homeland Security
attempts to secure the nation
from the many threats we face.

And yet it strikes me
that the Messiah’s homeland security policy,
as outlined by the prophet Micah,
is so simple:
“And he shall stand and feed his flock…
And they shall live secure…”

The DHS Manual: Three Steps.
Secure by arming.
Secure by isolating.
Secure by persecuting.

The Messiah Manual: One Step.
Secure by feeding.

Can we review the church’s manual?

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“Y Vivirán Seguros”

Una meditación de Adviento basada en Miqueas 5:4.

Por Magdalena I. García

Protéjete contra el terrorismo.
Asegura las fronteras.
Haz que se cumplan las leyes de inmigración.
Éstas son algunas de las maneras
en las que el Departamento de Seguridad Nacional
intenta proteger al país
de las muchas amenazas que enfrentamos.

Y, sin embargo, me llama la atención
que la política de seguridad nacional del Mesías,
según la describe el profeta Miqueas,
es tan sencilla:
“Y él se levantará y los apacentará…
Y morarán seguros…”

El Manual del DSN: Tres Pasos.
Asegura armando.
Asegura aislando.
Asegura persiguiendo.

El Manual del Mesías: Un Paso.
Asegura alimentando.

¿Podemos revisar el manual de la iglesia?

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Monday, December 21, 2009

"Rejoice"

An Advent 3 reflection on Philippians 4:4-7 born out of repeated encounters with unconscious, veiled, subtle and outright discrimination.



By Magdalena I. García

Rejoice in the Lord always…
Maybe it’s a Pauline slip.
How about renounce instead?
It fits. Two syllables. Starts with the same letter.

Here is something we could be glad about…
Renounce bigotry.
Renounce hypocrisy.
Renounce insensitivity.

again I will say, Rejoice…
Maybe it’s a translation slip.
How about reject instead?
It fits. Two syllables. Starts with the same letter.

Here is something we could take delight in…
Reject isolation.
Reject segregation.
Reject discrimination.

Let your gentleness be known to everyone…
Is it gentleness as in Psalm 137?
Deafening silence.
Eyes wide shut.
Nasty politeness.
Gentle blow.

Or is it gentleness as in Luke 2?
Holy pilgrims.
Heavenly manger.
Humble Savior.
Hospitable kingdom.

the Lord is near…
Near everyone?
Near the stable and the inn?
Near the Wise Magi and the Astute King?
Near the complacent and the discontent?

Omnipresent God,
truly you are near to all.
Your light shines
through the darkness of despair
bringing hope.
Your light shines
through the thickness of apathy
bringing empathy.
This is truly good news!
Now we can rejoice!

Do not worry about anything…
Not the displacement of people?
Not the killing of innocent children?
Not the persecution of harmless refugees?

but in everything by prayer and supplication…
This is humble yet earnest asking.
Fervent, intent, and purposeful asking.
Determined, industrious, and ambitious asking.
Resolute, serious, and firm asking.

with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God…
Requests? Thanks for asking.
We can surely come up with a list.

Affordable housing.
Basic rights.
Care for God’s creation.
Dignity for all human beings.
Equal protection under the law.
Fair wages.
Funding for education.
Greening of our lives.
Hunger for justice.
Immigration reform.
Job security.
Kaleidoscope church.
Learning to live with less.
Meaningful employment.
Non-discriminatory practices.
Organic food, faith and life.
Peace on Earth.
Safe working conditions.
Renewable sources of energy.
Solidarity with the poor and vulnerable.
Tolerance for differences.
Universal healthcare.
Value life.
Welcome everyone.
Xenophobia banned.
Yankees go home.
Zero intolerance.

And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding…
God’s peace…
So much more than the absence of conflict or war.

will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Guard in Christ.
Not in blatant denial.
Not in financial security.
Not in military might.

Rejoice…

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Wednesday, December 9, 2009

“O Come, O Come, Emanuel”

Three contemporary stanzas written for a Bible study on traditional hymns, published by The Thoughtful Christian.



By Magdalena I. García

O come dear Refuge of All Humankind,
befriend the homeless, shelter everyone;
our church doors come and swing open wide,
give sanctuary to those left outside.

Refrain: Rejoice, rejoice!
Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, O come, Khubiz Arabi,
nurture the hungry with your living feed;
teach us to share our table and bread,
and free us from all greed and waste.

O come, Newborn Threatened and Concealed,
grant visas to the workers in our fields;
may all our laws the lowly protect,
may immigrants be treated with respect.

+ Khubiz Arabi is the Arabic name for Pita bread.

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“Oh ven, oh ven, Emanuel”
Tres estrofas contemporáneas escritas para un estudio bíblico sobre himnos tradicionales, publicado por The Thoughtful Christian.

Por Magdalena I. García

Oh ven, Refugio de la Humanidad,
al vagabundo bríndale amistad;
abre los templos de par en par
y da santuario a quien no tiene hogar.

Estribillo: ¡Alégrate, oh Israel!
Vendrá, ya viene Emanuel.

Oh ven, tú, Tortilla Celestial,
el hambre de este mundo a saciar;
enséñanos a compartir
y líbranos del vano consumir.

Oh ven, tú que Herodes persiguió,
dale papeles al trabajador;
haz que las leyes den protección
al inmigrante de nuestra nación.

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Tuesday, December 8, 2009

“Responding to Angels”

Reflection written for the Second Sunday of Advent 2 as “something to ponder” following the Scripture readings.



Multicultural angels made for the Second Sunday of Advent to emphasize peace among peoples and nations.

By Magdalena I. García

Luke 1:5-17
Zechariah and Elizabeth

Talk about “at old age, smallpox”!
Dear God, sometimes we wonder if you’ve lost your marbles!
Can’t you see that we’re a little old for Lamaze classes?
We barely have energy to walk,
and now you want us to prepare for childbirth?
How can this be?
But we’ve learned that you never call on the wrong people.
So give us the humility…to accept that you know better
by doing the unthinkable.

Luke 1:26-38
Mary

Talk about an inconvenient truth!
Dear God, sometimes I wonder if you skipped biology class!
Can’t you see that in my town babies are home made?
I barely announced that I was engaged,
and now you say that I’m having a baby shower?
How can this be?
But I’ve learned that you never choose the wrong people.
So give me the patience…to trust your wisdom
by putting aside my pride.

Matthew 1:18-25
Joseph

Talk about being the talk of the town!
Dear God, sometimes I wonder if you’re out of your mind!
Can’t you see that around here people walk with stones in their pockets?
I barely wanted to leave quietly,
and now you say that I have to unpack my bags?
How can this be?
But I’ve learned that you never challenge the wrong people.
So give me the courage…to do your will
by embracing the rejected.

Luke 2:8-15
Shepherds

Talk about adding insult to injury!
Dear God, sometimes we wonder if you’re paying attention!
Can’t you see that we have plenty of sheep to care for?
We barely get any sleep,
and now you want us to take a trip to Bethlehem?
How can this be?
But we’ve learned that you never send the wrong people.
So give us the strength…to follow where you lead
by shifting our priorities.

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“Respuesta a los Ángeles”
Reflexión escrita para el Segundo Domingo de Adviento como “algo en qué pensar” tras la lectura de las Escrituras.

Lucas 1:5-17
Zacarías y Elisabet

Vaya, ¡esto sí que se llama “a la vejez, viruelas”!
Oye, Diosito, ¡a veces me pregunto si estás chiflado!
¿No ves que ya estamos muy viejos para las clases de Lamaze?
Apenas tenemos energía para caminar,
¿y ahora tú quieres que nos preparemos para el parto?
¿Cómo es posible?
Pero hemos aprendido que tú nunca llamas a la gente equivocada.
Así que danos humildad…para aceptar que tú sabes lo que haces
al aceptar lo impensable.

Lucas 1:26-38
María

Vaya, ¡esto sí que se trata de una verdad incómoda!
Oye, Diosito, a veces me pregunto sit e saltaste las clases de biología!
¿No ves que en mi pueblo los bebés se hacen en casa?
Apenas anuncié que estoy comprometida,
¿y ahora tú me dices que me harán una fiesta para embarazadas?
¿Cómo es posible?
Pero he aprendido que tú nunca eliges a la gente equivocada.
Así que dame paciencia…para confiar en tu sabiduría
al hacer a un lado mi orgullo.

Mateo 1:18-25
José

Vaya, esto sí que es ser el hazmerreír de todo el mundo!
Oye, Diosito, ¡a veces me pregunto si estás fuera de tus cabales!
¿No ves que aquí la gente anda con piedras en los bolsillos?
Apenas quería irme calladamente,
y ahora me dices que tengo que desempacar mi valija?
¿Cómo es posible?
Pero he aprendido que tú nunca retas a la gente equivocada.
Así que dame valor…para hacer tu voluntad
al abrazar a los rechazados.

Lucas 2:8-15
Pastores

Vaya, ¡esto sí que es andar “de mal en peor”!
Oye, Diosito, a veces nos preguntamos si estás distraído!
¿No ves que tenemos muchas ovejas que cuidar?
Apenas podemos dormir,
y ahora tú quieres que vayamos a Belén?
¿Cómo es posible?
Pero hemos aprendido que tú nunca envías a la gente equivocada.
Así que danos fortaleza…para seguir adonde tú nos guíes
al cambiar nuestras prioridades.

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“The Story of Two Trees”

A reflection for Advent 1 on Jeremiah 33:14-16 and Luke 21:25-36





By Magdalena I. García

A stump…
cut off, lacking, truncated
apparently dead.

A stump…
a placeholder, a marker, a remnant
apparently discarded.

A stump…
exiled, bereft, deprived
apparently extinguished.

But all is not lost
there are still roots.
from which new life can emerge.

The past that you clearly see
is no longer retrievable,
but the future that you can’t imagine
awaits buried within you.

Can you embrace a tomorrow
rooted in yesterday
but shaped by today?

~ * ~ * ~

A fig tree
budding, sprouting, growing
apparently alive.

A fig tree
a shoot, a stem, a branch
apparently relevant.

A fig tree
flowering, blossoming, flourishing
apparently growing.

Surely all is not lost
there are still buds
from which new life is emerging.

The past that you clearly see
is no longer retrievable,
but the future that you can’t imagine
awaits buried within you.

Can you embrace a tomorrow
sustained by yesterday
but defined by today?

~ * ~ * ~

The challenge is to live Advent,
and everyday of our lives,
as a stump with living roots,
as a branch with thriving buds.

The challenge is to live Advent,
and everyday of our lives,
as a season of deep longing and active waiting.

The challenge is to live Advent,
and everyday of our lives,
praying and working for God’s future,
and knowing all along
that it is indeed drawing near:
emerging from stumps
and bursting through new shoots.

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Monday, December 7, 2009

"Standing on the Line"

A reflection inspired by Galatians 3:23-29



My son standing on the Equator line at Mitad del Mundo, just outside Quito, Ecuador.

By Magdalena I. García

I stand at the Equator line
with one foot in each hemisphere
aware that the world is one
and yet
at the same time
divided by many lines
real and imaginary
that land us on opposite sides.

I stand at the church line
with one foot in each hemisphere
aware that the faith is one
and yet
at the same time
fragmented by many communions
historic and contemporary
that gather us into exclusive circles.

I stand at the identity line
with one foot in each hemisphere
aware that I am one
and yet
at the same time
integrated by many strands
tangible and intangible
that weave me into multiple quilts.

Such is the journey of immigrants who live…
anchored in an ocean with deep traditions,
while navigating streams that flow through new landscapes;
connected to roots that give grounding,
while climbing branches that allow new vistas;
walking trails layered with history,
while stepping on stones that pave a new day.

Perhaps immigrant people
can help the world understand
what it means to be a bridge builder.

Perhaps immigrant members
can help the church understand
what it means to be a new creation.

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Friday, October 2, 2009

“Crumbs”

A reflection on Mark 7:24-30, where a Gentile woman, of Syrophoenician origin, challenges Jesus to expand his circle of inclusiveness and welcome everyone at God’s table.

Setting the table for birds in my backyard. / Sirviéndole la mesa a los pájaros de mi patio. mig

By Magdalena I. García

Crumbs…
for the birds, the squirrels, the dogs;
for the lesser creatures;
for those who feed under the table.

Crumbs…
for the colored, the women, the immigrants, the gays;
for the lower creatures;
for those who are denied a place at the table.

Crumbs…
morsels, leftovers, the words of destitution
that the poor and marginalized continue to hear today.

But the words of institution say something else:
“Take and eat, this is my body, given for you…”*
So, remember that and share the loaf.


*A reference to the words echoing those of Jesus himself at the Last Supper: Mathew 26:26-29; Mark 14:22-25; Luke 22:15-20; and also 1 Corinthians 11:23-26.

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“Migajas”

Una reflexión sobre Marcos 7:24-30, donde una mujer gentil, de origen sirofenicio, reta a Jesús para que expanda su círculo de inclusividad y le dé la bienvenida a todos y todas en la mesa de Dios.

Por Magdalena I. García

Migajas…
para los pájaros, las ardillas, los perros;
para las criaturas menores;
para quienes comen debajo de la mesa.

Migajas…
para la gente de color, las mujeres, los inmigrantes, los gays;
para las criaturas inferiores;
para quienes no reciben invitación a la mesa.

Migajas…
pedazos, sobras, las palabras de destitución
que los pobres y los marginados siguen oyendo hoy en día.

Pero las palabras de la institución dicen otra cosa:
“Tomen y coman, esto es mi cuerpo, entregado por ustedes…”*
Así que, recuerden esto y compartan la hogaza.


*Una referencia a las palabras que hacen eco de las pronunciadas por Jesús en la Última Cena: Mateo 26:26-29; Marcos 14:22-25; Lucas 22:15-20; y también 1 Corintios 11:23-26.


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"On Stumbling Blocks and Rolling Stones"

A reflection born out of the sadness of seeing a gifted colleague (whose compassionate presence, empowering word and evangelistic zeal our denomination desperately needs) abandon the ministerial ordination track after much frustration with this arduous and often inflexible process.



By Magdalena I. García

God shines through our darkness
and we put on the spectacles of tradition;
the Lord Jesus knocks at our door
and we turn the lock of polity;
the Holy Spirit blows through our windows
and we pull down the shades of orthodoxy.

And then we wonder why the membership roll continues to shrink,
why the per capita offering continues to decline,
and why the denomination continues to die.

They say it takes three books to make a Presbyterian:
the Bible, the Book of Confessions, and the Book of Order,
and a whole lot of motions and amendments,
decently and in order, seconded and ratified.

Well, that may be so;
due process has its place.
But it takes a lot of chaos and much courage
to roll away the stones
that allow new life to burst forth
and birth a resurrected people.

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“Sobre piedras de tropiezo y cantos rodados”

Una reflexión nacida de la tristeza de ver que una dotada colega (con una presencia compasiva, una palabra afirmadora y un celo evangelístico que nuestra denominación necesita urgentemente) abandone el camino de la ordenación ministerial tras mucha frustración con este arduo y a menudo inflexible proceso.

Dios brilla traspasando nuestra oscuridad
y nos ponemos los espejuelos de la tradición;
el Señor Jesús toca a nuestra puerta
y aplicamos el candado de la forma de gobierno;
el Espíritu Santo sopla por nuestras ventanas
y bajamos las persianas de la ortodoxia.

Y luego nos preguntamos porqué la membresía continúa encogiéndose,
y porqué la ofrenda per cápita continúa declinando,
y porqué la denominación continúa muriendo.

Dicen que hacen falta tres libros para formar un presbiteriano:
la Biblia, el Libro de Confesiones y el Libro de Orden,
y muchísimas mociones y enmiendas,
decentemente y en orden, secundadas y ratificadas.

Bueno, quizás sea cierto;
hay ocasiones para el debido procedimiento legal.
Pero hace falta mucho caos y harto coraje
para hacer rodar las piedras
que permiten que la nueva vida emerja
y de a luz un pueblo resucitado.

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Sunday, July 12, 2009

"Sanctify Yourselves"

Presbyterian Women Gathering
July 2009
Louisville, Kentucky




Photo courtesy of Presbyterian Women.

Sermon preached by Rev. Magdalena I. García
at the Opening Worship Service
Saturday Evening July 11
Theme for the Day: "Wonder of God"

Joshua 3:1-5
Early in the morning Joshua rose and set out from Shittim with all the Israelites, and they came to the Jordan. They camped there before crossing over. 2At the end of three days the officers went through the camp 3and commanded the people, “When you see the ark of the covenant of the LORD your God being carried by the levitical priests, then you shall set out from your place. Follow it, 4so that you may know the way you should go, for you have not passed this way before. Yet there shall be a space between you and it, a distance of about two thousand cubits; do not come any nearer to it.” 5Then Joshua said to the people, “Sanctify yourselves; for tomorrow the LORD will do wonders among you.”


42They devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and fellowship, to the breaking of bread and the prayers. 43Awe came upon everyone, because many wonders and signs were being done by the apostles. 44All who believed were together and had all things in common; 45they would sell their possessions and goods and distribute the proceeds to all, as any had need. 46Day by day, as they spent much time together in the temple, they broke bread at home and ate their food with glad and generous hearts, 47praising God and having the goodwill of all the people. And day by day the Lord added to their number those who were being saved.



Once upon a time, there was a church community
that wanted to start an organic garden…
And so a group of master gardeners and want-a-be green thumbs
came together with a wonderful vision
of sweet tomatoes, juicy peppers and fragrant herbs.

But soon they discovered that the road to a plentiful harvest
is paved with lots of preparations, like…
deciding what to grow, setting a work schedule, and naming the garden;
asking for donations, taking up a collection, and electing a treasurer;
finding tools, plowing the field, and securing organic soil;
putting edging around the plots and building wooden borders;
preparing raised beds with layers of newspaper, mulch and dirt;
sorting seeds, buying seedlings, and, FINALLY, planting everything.

That was phase one of the work and a major accomplishment.
Then came phase two…

Finding old broom sticks, and using them
as supporting stakes and climbing poles;
painting signs, watering plants, and removing weeds;
starting a composter, contributing non-animal remains,
and using organic fertilizer;
wrapping wire mesh around plants, and keeping bunnies out of the garden;
and LAST BUT NOT LEAST, my favorite trick…
using old panty hose to tie and support tomato branches!!!

This is the true story of an organic community garden
that sprouted up this summer on the north side of Chicago.
The Organic Faith Community Garden has taken root
in the backyard of Ravenswood Presbyterian Church (where I pastor),
and it’s a partnership with a sister congregation:
Lakeview Presbyterian Church.

Needless to say, it takes lots of planning, resources, and effort
to turn a church backyard into an organic garden.
And most volunteers have gladly showed up
for their weekly hands-in-the-dirt time,
and they seem to be enjoying their budding results.
However, I’m sure the new gardeners NEVER anticipated
that there would be so many preparations and so much waiting
between plowing time and harvest time!

I suppose these enthusiastic gardeners
are not different from the hopeful Israelites
who signed up to cross the Jordan River
in order to get to the Promised Land.
And I suppose these enthusiastic gardeners
are not different from the hopeful Israelites
who surely heard Joshua say loud and clear:
“Tomorrow the Lord will do wonders among you,”
but who in their excitement to get to the other shore
may have missed Joshua’s preliminary instruction:
“Sanctify yourselves…”

“God will do wonders among you!”
The Israelites must have loved hearing that promise.
And we know this because we also love to hear that kind of promise,
and we are quick to embrace it.
In fact, isn’t that the reason why we are gathered in Louisville?!

But let me ask you…are we equally eager to HEED and to EMBRACE
the actions that will pave the way for God’s wonders among us?
Are we equally eager to HEED and to EMBRACE
the attitudes that will foster God’s wonders among us?
Clearly, just like the Israelites, we want to get to the Promised Land,
but are we up to the challenge of sanctifying ourselves?

In verse 5 of our theme text, Joshua says to the Israelites:
“Sanctify yourselves.”
The word translated as “sanctify” by the New Revised Standard Version
is the Hebrew root word qadash,
which has several meanings, including:
“to consecrate, sanctify, prepare, dedicate,
be hallowed, be holy, be sanctified, be separate.”

This explains why different Bible versions translate verse 5 differently.
Here is a sampling of possible translations:
+ New International Version: “Consecrate yourselves.”
+ New Living Translation: “Purify yourselves.”
+ Contemporary English Version: “Make yourselves acceptable.”

Now, in the Hebrew Scriptures
(particularly in Exodus and Leviticus)
the word qadash is often used
in connection with confession or cleansing
in preparation for God’s action or blessing.

And, believe me, confession and cleansing in Scriptural terms
is a bit more intense and more thorough
than a facial, a dental cleaning or day at the SPA.
Think about the Gospel story we know as “Jesus cleansing the temple.”
That was a little more than a Spic-and-Span day!

And so this leads me to ask…
what kinds of confessions and cleansings
might be required of us today
in order to be “sanctified” before God?

Let’s go over the reading from Joshua 3,
and look for clues about what it might mean
to “sanctify ourselves,”
so that we too can witness God’s wonders among us.


1Early in the morning Joshua rose and set out from Shittim with all the Israelites, and they came to the Jordan. They camped there before crossing over.
“They camped there before crossing over…”
Get the picture? It’s a detail that suggests patience and journey…
Are we ready to wait upon the Lord?
That might be a good way to sanctify ourselves.

2-3At the end of three days the officers went through the camp and commanded the people, “When you see the ark of the covenant of the Lord your God being carried by the levitical priests, then you shall set out from your place. Follow it…
“…Follow it…”
Get the picture? It’s a detail that suggests obedience and trust…
Are we ready to follow wherever God may lead?
That might be a good way to sanctify ourselves.

4aso that you may know the way you should go, for you have not passed this way before.
“…for you have not passed this way before…”
Get the picture? It’s a detail that suggests new landscapes and unknown territory…
Are we ready to step out of our comfort zone?
That might be a good way to sanctify ourselves.

4bYet there shall be a space between you and it, a distance of about two thousand cubits; do not come any nearer to it.”
“…do not come any nearer to it…”
Get the picture? It’s a detail that suggests limits and mystery…
Are we ready to let go of our illusion of control?
That might be a good way to sanctify ourselves.

There you have them...
four clues about what it might mean to be sanctified;
four hints about what it might mean to be consecrated, purified, made acceptable;
four tips about what it might mean for us to confess or be cleansed...
in preparation for God’s action or blessing.
-waiting upon the Lord...
-following wherever God may lead...
-stepping out of our comfort zones...
-letting go of our illusions of control...

Now, can you believe that God expects Presbyterians
to do all that?!
Can you believe that God expects Presbyterian Women
to do all that?!
Can you believe that God expects decently-and-in-order fanatics
to do ALL THAT?!

Confessions and cleansings???
That’s a mild way to put it!!!
This feels more like down right exorcism!!!

Can you picture Presbyterians...
waiting upon the Lord
instead of forming a committee);
following wherever God may lead
instead of commissioning a study);
stepping out of our comfort zones
(instead of tabling business items);
letting go of our illusions of control
instead of revising the Book of Order).
This is certainly NOT business as usual!

LET ME PUT IT IN DRESSING OR SEWING TERMS...
God expects even starched Presbyterians (like us)
to sanctify themselves
by ACCEPTING heavenly wrinkles
and WELCOMING divine creases.
Only then will the wonders parade before us
like stylish garments that have been fashioned through alterations.

OR, LET ME PUT IT IN COOKING OR BAKING TERMS...
God expects even crusty Presbyterians (like us)
to sanctify themselves
by FOLDING new spices into their batter
and WHIPPING new ingredients into their dough.
Only then will the wonders rise up before us
like stiff peaks that have been beaten to perfection.


LET ME TELL YOU A STORY...
In the spring of 2008 I was elected to serve
on the National Presbyterian Multicultural Network Board.
And last summer I attended a strategic planning retreat
where we reflected on what it means to be a multicultural church.
And I remember sitting in a circle
as we were doing community building,
against the backdrop of Ghost Ranch’s
open skies and colorful mountains,
and saying this to my fellow board members:

“If being a multicultural church simply meant BUILDING a colorful box,
instead of a White Box, or a Black Box, or a Brown Box, or a Yellow Box,
but continuing to leave out those who are not the “right shade”
this movement would hold no attraction for me.”

Now, some would argue that it’s WONDERFUL
that we have so many boxes available within the church,
because they are a symbol of diversity and tolerance.
But let me ask you, how does that make us different from the world?
Our society is a fine collection of mutually exclusive boxes!
And in some instances society is a better integrated box than the church!

Fortunately, the vision of becoming a multicultural church has been defined
as a process of BREAKING DOWN the barriers of prejudice and fear,
by intentionally SEEKING to recognize, celebrate and incorporate
a DIVERSE membership in worship, mission and leadership.

Therefore, the vision of becoming a multicultural church
involves a process of REPLACING exclusive boxes with inclusive circles,
where a DIVERSE membership—in every sense of the word—
can be fully welcomed!

Such a movement holds tremendous attraction for me
tremendous hope for all the marginalized,
and tremendous promise for the church.

For me, a marvelous WONDER will occur the day when we in the Church
no longer feel the need to SORT believers into specific boxes,
because the ark of God’s covenant is big enough to hold EVERYONE!

A marvelous WONDER will occur the day when the Church
no longer needs to SORT believers into specific boxes,
because everyone is fully welcomed
at the Baptismal Font and the Communion Table;
and because everyone’s gifts are affirmed
through the outpouring of baptismal waters and ordination oil;
and because everyone’s ministry is empowered
though the sharing of opportunities and resources.

LET ME TELL YOU ANOTHER QUICK STORY.
I recently attended the Big Tent Conference in Atlanta, Georgia.
I was there for an entire week due to commitments
with the Presbyterian Multicultural Network Board.
So several of us who were on a tight budget
and wanted to stay within the allowed per diem
quickly found alternatives to eating at the hotel.
And one day for lunch we walked several blocks
to a university campus food court
where we found tasty and affordable Korean food.
As we studied the menu on the wall,
I noticed that the word Bibim was part of many dishes,
so I asked my friend Jake Kim, “What does that mean?”
He said, “Bibim means mixed,
and you can have many variations of the dish.”
And then I replied, “Isn’t that a wonderful vision for the church?!”

And the good news is that God created and enables
even tradition-bound Presbyterians like us
to SANCTIFY ourselves by becoming out-of-the-box believers!

And the good news is that Christ redeemed and empowers
even tradition-bound Presbyterians like us
to SANCTIFY ourselves by becoming multicultural witnesses!

The good news is that the Spirit called and qualifies
even tradition-bound Presbyterians like us
to SANCTIFY ourselves by becoming Bibim Christians!

When was the last time you read the Westminster Shorter Catechism?
Question 35 says: What is sanctification?
Answer: Sanctification is the work of God’s free grace,
whereby we are renewed in the whole [person] after the image of God,
and are enabled more and more to die unto sin and live unto righteousness.

“...Enabled more and more to die unto sin and live unto righteousness...”
I like that definition because it speaks of sanctification
as an ongoing transformation,
where we grow daily into God’s vision and purpose.

As the Israelites camped at the edge of the Jordan River,
they were reminded that their future depended
not on the ability of their warriors,
but on their willingness to grow daily into God’s vision and purpose.
by trusting the God of Life into new territory.

And as Presbyterians camped at the edge of the 21st Century,
we are reminded that our future depends
not on the stability of our numbers,
nor the profitability of our investments,
nor the orthodoxy of our creeds,
nor the political correctness of our resolutions,
but on our willingness to grow daily into God’s vision and purpose.
by trusting the God of Life into new, unknown, uncharted territory,
hand-in-hand with the stranger who is our sister or brother.

“Look, I’m about to do a new thing...,”
said the God of Life through the prophet Isaiah (43:19).
“[Look,] the Lord is creating something new in the land...,”
said the God of Life through the prophet Jeremiah (31:22).

The Holy Scriptures remind us that God is always up to something new!
God is not bound by our boxes!
God is not bound by our limitations!
God is not bound by our comfort zone!
On the contrary, God will strengthen us by releasing us!
God will strengthen us by unbinding us!
God will strengthen us by stretching us!

Isn’t that what Pentecost and the Early Church were all about???
The passage from Acts 2 shows us a beautiful picture of a community
that was experiencing God’s wonders
because of their sanctified way of life.
According to Acts 2, that very diverse community
of “God-fearing Jews from every nation under heaven”
had managed to do the unthinkable.

The believers had sanctified themselves by...
praising God...building goodwill among all people...
breaking bread with all God’s children...
holding all things in common...
Shall we do any less in our day???

The late Martin Luther King, Jr. once said:
“In a real sense all life is inter-related.
All [people] are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality,
tied in a single garment of destiny.
Whatever affects one directly affects all indirectly.
I can never be what I ought to be
until you are what you ought to be,
and you can never be what you ought to be
until I am what I ought to be.
This is the inter-related structure of reality.”

May God give us the vision and the courage
to sanctify ourselves by acknowledging our inter-relatedness
with ALL human beings and ALL creation
here at the Gathering, back home and beyond!

FOR ONLY THEN will God’s mighty wonders abound!
And only then will the gardens of our dried-up lives begin to sprout!

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For news of the Gathering visit: www.pcusa.org/pwgathering.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

"Put Out into Deep Water"

Sermon preached by Rev. Magdalena I. García
at the Racial Ethnic Convocation
Big Tent Conference
Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.)
June 2009
Atlanta, Georgia


A vessel heads for deeper waters at San Francisco Bay.


Isaiah 54:1-4
1Sing, O barren one who did not bear; burst into song and shout, you who have not been in labor! For the children of the desolate woman will be more than the children of her that is married, says the Lord. 2Enlarge the site of your tent, and let the curtains of your habitations be stretched out; do not hold back; lengthen your cords and strengthen your stakes. 3For you will spread out to the right and to the left, and your descendants will of your youth, and the disgrace of your widowhood you will remember no more possess the nations and will settle the desolate towns. 4Do not fear, for you will not be ashamed; do not be discouraged, for you will not suffer disgrace; for you will forget the shame.

Luke 5:1-11
1Once while Jesus was standing beside the lake of Gennesaret, and the crowd was pressing in on him to hear the word of God, 2he saw two boats there at the shore of the lake; the fishermen had gone out of them and were washing their nets. 3He got into one of the boats, the one belonging to Simon, and asked him to put out a little way from the shore. Then he sat down and taught the crowds from the boat. 4When he had finished speaking, he said to Simon, “Put out into the deep water and let down your nets for a catch.” 5Simon answered, “Master, we have worked all night long but have caught nothing. Yet if you say so, I will let down the nets.” 6When they had done this, they caught so many fish that their nets were beginning to break. 7So they signaled their partners in the other boat to come and help them. And they came and filled both boats, so that they began to sink. 8But when Simon Peter saw it, he fell down at Jesus’ knees, saying, “Go away from me, Lord, for I am a sinful man!” 9For he and all who were with him were amazed at the catch of fish that they had taken; 10and so also were James and John, sons of Zebedee, who were partners with Simon. Then Jesus said to Simon, “Do not be afraid; from now on you will be catching people.” 11When they had brought their boats to shore, they left everything and followed him.

I was driving to a presbytery meeting in a Western suburb of Chicago,
when I came across an advertising billboard
with big, bold letters that said:
“We are expanding…get excited!”
I paused for a moment and thought…
If only that were an advertisement for the Presbytery of Chicago!
Wouldn’t that be cool?!
If only that were a promotional campaign for the PC(USA)!
Wouldn’t that be awesome?!
But no such luck!
The billboard was part of an advertising campaign
for a nearby, river casino: “We are expanding…get excited!”

Unfortunately, these days our denomination is
much less like the expanding casino,
and much more like the barren woman in Isaiah 54.
Our belly is not expanding…so let’s not get too excited!
In fact, the church’s belly shrinks year after year,
as documented by continuing membership loss,
repeated staff downsizing,
drastic budget cuts,
and even mandatory furloughs.

Yes, our church is much less like the expanding casino,
and much more like the barren woman,
of our theme text in Isaiah 54.

Years earlier, the nations of Israel and Judah
had been overrun by the Babylonians and the Assyrians.
The Jewish people had been uprooted from their own land;
their standing as a strong nation had crumbled.
Sound familiar?

Finally, the captives had been allowed to return to their homeland,
but the people of Israel and Judah needed encouragement.
The fruitful and fearless days of their great kings
were a distant memory,
and barrenness and dismay were their daily companions.
Sound familiar?

Yet God used the prophet Isaiah to call the people
out of their despair—and out of their comfort zones—,
so that they might begin reclaiming their purpose
and rediscovering their blessedness!

Isaiah compares the tired and diminished remnant of Israel and Judah
to a tent that needs to be enlarged,
and he encourages them to not hold back…
to not fear…to not be discouraged.

Isaiah tells a defeated and depleted people
to stop worrying about survival and self-preservation,
and to instead get busy with investment and risk-taking,
trusting that GOD will be faithful.

In the face of devastation and lost hope,
the prophet Isaiah affirms that the barren woman should:
“sing…burst into song…and shout…
for the children of the desolate woman
will be more than the children of her that is married.”

It was a tall order for them back then
and it’s still a tough assignment for us now days!

I’m an adoptive mother, and there was a time in my life
when reading Isaiah 54 was painful.
You see, as long as I continued to expect—and even demand—
that God give me the biological children I wanted
(the ones who were supposed to look just like me)
the words of Isaiah were a source of desolation.
But when I was able to let go of my preconceived ideas
about motherhood and children,
the words of Isaiah became a source of consolation.

I will never forget the evening that I went to a local adoption agency
to attend an information session on international adoptions.
The social worker described the programs in various countries,
as she projected slides of beautiful children
awaiting adoption around the world.

I came home that evening and wrote the following words in my journal:
“Dear Child of Mine, forgive me for being so blind.
Forgive me for being so selfish.
Forgive me for complaining that you delayed in coming.
I’m NOT the one who is waiting for you.
YOU are the one who has been waiting for me.”


And so it was that after opening the doors of my heart and my life
to a NEW, UNEXPECTED, God-given possibility,
a BEAUTIFUL unwanted child from another country
became my beloved, adopted son.

And so, I wonder, what unwanted children
is this barren church called to embrace?
You and I who are gathered here at this Racial Ethnic Convocation
know all too well that we represent SOME of the unwanted children
that this barren church struggles or even refuses to embrace.

It’s no secret that although at a national conference like the Big Tent
we have all kinds of diversity present and gathered in one place,
too often on Sunday morning the PCUSA
looks just like the main tower at the Hyatt Regency Atlanta:
every elevator stop looks the same…every floor is the same…
same paint color, same carpeting, same balconies, same plants…
After a while, both the hotel—and the church—make you dizzy,
and you get the urge to colorize the place until you see God’s rainbow!

Now, we can excuse the Hyatt.
But you’d think the church, the community called to proclaim
the good news of God’s WIDE embrace,
would have a clue about how to colorize itself!
You’d think the church, the community called to proclaim
the good news of God’s WIDE embrace,
would have a clue about how to welcome diversity
and—beyond that—how to practice inclusion!

But in order to EMBODY and PRACTICE God’s wide embrace,
the church has to STEP OUT of its comfort zone.
In order to EMBODY and PRACTICE God’s wide embrace,
the church has to ENLARGE its diminished tent,
by LETTING GO of the mentality of barrenness
and EMBRACING a mentality of abundance.
Only then will the church be able to ADOPT unwanted children
of all colors, and shapes, and flavors.

Eric Law, the Episcopal priest and internationally known consultant
on multicultural leadership and organizational development,
has written extensively on this subject.
And in the book Inclusion: Making Room for Grace, Law writes:

“Only when a community operates on the assumption
that there is always an abundance of God’s grace
can it be secure enough to open its boundaries to include another.
An inclusive community must believe
that Christ’s compassion is boundless
and God’s love is so abundant
that God can love everyone on earth
—not just those of us who THINK we are doing
what is right in God’s sight,
not just those who THINK and ACT like us.
God’s grace is extended
to those WITH WHOM we do not get along,
to those who WE THINK are our enemies,
those who WE THINK are sinners.
That is why Christ came
—to show us that God’s grace is boundless...”


Unfortunately, the church too often forgets
that God’s grace is indeed boundless.
And, therefore, the church is more often than not
HELD HOSTAGE by a mentality of scarcity
and THREATENED with barrenness.

This is not a new challenge for the church,
as evidenced by the fishing story from Luke 5.
Simon and the other fishermen had been working all night
and they caught ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!
But when Jesus comes along and tells them to...
“put out into the deep water and let down their nets for a catch...”
they CAUGHT so many fish
that their nets were beginning to break!”

This Gospel story reminds me of one of the first times
I went fishing with my husband.
My husband was an adventurous boy who grew up near a river
in the Eastern region of Ecuador,
so he became an accomplished fisherman at an early age.
I, on the other hand, was a cautious girl who grew up in a mid-size city
in the central region of Cuba,
and became an accomplished homebody at an early age.
So we went fishing at Lake Marie, in Northern Illinois,
and after a couple of hours of false alarms,
much to my surprise—and to my husband’s amazement—I yelled:
“I caught something!”

After some technical assistance from my husband, out came the fish!
But, low and behold, it was the ugliest fish I had ever seen,
so I BEGGED my husband to throw it back in the water.
You see, having been born in Cuba,
I knew all about red snapper and other colorful Caribbean fishes,
but I had never seen a catfish.
My husband, who knew better, refused to throw the catfish back in the water,
assuring me that it was really a good catch—despite the unusual look—,
and that some of the people on the shore would love to have it.
And, guess what? He was right!

So, after that daylong fishing trip, I went home empty handed,
NOT BECAUSE there were no fish in the waters,
but because I REJECTED the ones that were biting!
Sound familiar?

In his book God Has a Dream: A Vision of Hope for Our Time,
Archbishop Desmond Tutu writes the following words
in the opening of Chapter 4, titled “God Loves Your Enemies”:

“Dear Child of God, if we are truly to understand
that God loves all of us, we must recognize
that [God] loves our enemies, too.
God does not share our hatred,
no matter what the offense we have endured.
We try to claim God for ourselves and for our cause,
but God’s love is too great to be confined
to any one side of a conflict or to any one religion.
And our prejudices, regardless of whether they are based
on religion, race, nationality, gender, sexual orientation,
or anything else,
are absolutely and utterly ridiculous in God’s eyes.”


4When he had finished speaking, [Jesus] said to Simon,
“Put out into the deep water and let down your nets for a catch.”
5Simon answered, “Master, we have worked all night long
but have caught nothing. Yet if you say so, I will let down the nets.”


Can you hear Jesus saying to us today,
“Put out into the deep water and LET DOWN your nets for a catch.”
Can you hear Jesus saying to the church today,
“Put out into the deep water and stop REJECTING the ones you catch.”
Can you hear Jesus saying to the PC(USA) today,
“Put out into the deep water and start KEEPING the ones you catch.”
And are we ready to answer like Simon saying,
“Master, I will cast the net of your love deep and wide,
and I won’t reject any of your children.”

My friends, you and I are here, gathered in one place,
to BEAR WITNESS to the fact that there are many valuable fishes
that go unnoticed—or unwanted—in the deep waters of this church!

You and I are here today, gathered in one place,
to SERVE AS LIVING SLIDES (or images) of the many beautiful children
awaiting adoption into the belly of this barren church!

And you and I are here today, gathered in one place,
to RENEW OUR COMMITMENT to enlarge the site of our tent,
so that ALL of God’s children can be fully embraced.

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Let us pray...
God of the barren church,
make us pregnant with the burning desire
to welcome all of your children
under one Big Tent, your Tent.
Amen.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

“But the Other Does Not”

A meditation based on John 17:11, where Jesus prays for his disciples “that they may all be one.”


My thumbs. mig / Mis dedos pulgares. mig

By Magdalena I. García

This one has a half moon at the base of the nail
but the other does not.
This one has a big sun spot over the metacarpal bone,
but the other does not.
This one forms three full wrinkles when curled up,
but the other does not.
This one has memorized the keys on my cellular,
but the other does not.

And yet, they often sit side by side,
and they must work together quite a lot,
and they are deeply connected
even when they seem to be pulled apart,
because their survival depends
on a common, sustaining bond;
they are my thumbs, left and right.

God of the right hand and the left hand,
forgive us when we insist on emphasizing differences
to justify labeling and rejecting everyone
who does not fit within our narrow circle.

God of the right hand and the left hand,
remind us that you intended for us to be one,
and to live welcoming and embracing everyone:
the one who fits our mold and the one who does not.

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“Pero el otro no es igual”


Una meditación basada en Juan 17:11, donde Jesús ora por sus discípul@s pidiendo “que sean uno”.

Por Magdalena I. García

Éste tiene una media luna en la base de la uña,
pero el otro no es igual.
Éste tiene una mancha de sol grande sobre el hueso del metacarpo,
pero el otro no es igual.
Éste forma tres arrugas completas al enroscarlo,
pero el otro no es igual.
Éste se ha memorizado las teclas de mi teléfono móbil,
pero el otro no es igual.

Y, sin embargo, a menudo descansan uno al lado del otro,
y deben trabajar juntos con frecuencia,
y están unidos por una conexión profunda
incluso cuando pareciera que están separados,
porque su sobrevivencia depende
de un lazo común que los sostiene;
son mis pulgares, el izquierdo y el derecho.

Dios de la mano derecha y de la izquierda,
perdónanos cuando insistimos en enfatizar las diferencias
para justificar el clasificar y rechazar a la gente
que no encaja dentro de nuestro estrecho círculo.

Dios de la mano derecha y de la izquierda,
recuérdanos que tú deseas que seamos uno
y que vivamos recibiendo y acogiendo a toda la gente:
la que encaja en nuestro molde y la otra que no es igual.

Friday, May 22, 2009

"Still Speaking"

A reflection based on Acts 10:44-48


A bird perched on a barren branch in front of my house. mig / Un pájaro posado en una rama seca enfrente de mi casa. mig

By Magdalena I. García

While Peter was still speaking,
the Holy Spirit fell
upon all who heard the word.

While the church formed a committee;
while the committee recruited members;
while the members set the agenda;
while the agenda was amended;
while the amendments were discussed;
while the discussion brought no action;
while the inaction led to despair…
the Holy Spirit fell
upon all who heard the word.

God of the circumcised and the Gentiles
continue to astound us
by pouring out your Spirit
on all who hear the word.

God of the circumcised and the Gentiles
continue to encourage us
to pour the waters of baptism
on all who hear the word.

God of the circumcised and the Gentiles
continue to remind us
that your Spirit is always active
welcoming, calling and empowering
all who hear the word,
while we are still speaking.

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“Todavía hablando”


Una reflexión basada en Hechos 10:44-48

Por Magdalena I. García

Mientras que Pedro todavía estaba hablando,
el Espíritu Santo vino
sobre toda la gente que escuchaba el mensaje.

Mientras que la iglesia formó un comité;
mientras que el comité reclutó miembros;
mientras que los miembros fijaron la agenda;
mientras que la agenda se enmendó;
mientras que las enmiendas se discutían;
mientras que la discusión no condujo a la acción;
mientras que la inacción trajo desesperanza…
el Espíritu Santo vino
sobre toda la gente que escuchó el mensaje.

Dios de los circuncidados y los gentiles
continúa sorprendiéndonos
al derramar tu Santo Espíritu
sobre toda la gente que escucha el mensaje.

Dios de los circuncidados y los gentiles
continúa animándonos
a derramar las aguas del bautismo
sobre toda la gente que escucha el mensaje.

Dios de los circuncidados y los gentiles
continúa recordándonos
que tu Espíritu está siempre activo
acogiendo, llamando y dinamizando
a toda la gente que escucha el mensaje,
mientras que nosotros estamos todavía hablando.

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“Abiding”

A reflection based on John 15

A branch of bleeding hearts blooming in my yard. / Una rama de corazón sangrante floreciendo en mi patio.

by Magdalena I. García

“Jesus said: ‘I am the vine, you are the branches. Those who abide in me and I in them bear much fruit, because apart from me you can do nothing.’ ”

Abide?
My restless mind is not fond of waiting.
My busy body forgets about remaining.
So day after day I get up and get going.

They say it’s better to eat the frog
of unpleasant duties bright and early,
instead of beating around the bush
and procrastinating.
But after hours of doing,
progress eludes me
and exhaustion invades me.

God of the vine,
free me from the ignorance of thinking
that I can accomplish anything
by keeping you apart from me.
God of the vine,
free me from the arrogance of believing
that there can be a genuine me
without being rooted in you.


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“Permanecer”


Una reflexión basada en Juan 15

por Magdalena I. García


“Jesús dijo: ‘Yo soy la vid y ustedes son las ramas. Quien permanece en mí, como yo en él/ella, dará mucho fruto; separados de mí no pueden ustedes hacer nada’ ”.

¿Permanecer?
A mi inquieta mente no le gusta esperar.
A mi ocupado cuerpo se le olvida descansar.
Así que día tras día me levanto y echo a andar.

Dicen que es mejor comerse el sapo
de los deberes fastidiosos a primera hora,
en lugar de dar mil vueltas
y postergar los quehaceres.
Pero tras horas de trajinar,
el progreso me esquiva
y el cansancio me invade.

Dios de la vid,
libérame de la ignorancia
de pensar que puedo lograr algo
apartándote de mi.

Dios de la vid,
libérame de la arrogancia de creer
que puede haber un yo genuino
desarraigándome de ti.


© Magdalena I. García

Monday, May 4, 2009

"Good Shepherd or Hired Hand?"

A reflection based on John 10:11-18

Section of flags on display at First Presbyterian Church in Evanston for a multicultural worship service. / Sección de las banderas desplegadas en la Primera Iglesia Presbiteriana de Evanston para un servicio de adoración multicultural.

By Magdalena I. García

I’m the good shepherd.
I know my own and my own know me.
We all dress alike.
We all think alike.
We all worship alike.
We all vote alike.

I’m the good shepherd.
I have other sheep outside this fold.
They all dress differently,
They all think differently.
They all worship differently.
They all vote differently.

Wait a minute…
You say you’re both the good shepherd?
That doesn’t sound right,
so please make up your mind.
We are the faithful, they are the stray
and thus we go our separate ways.
Or could it be, by God’s wondrous grace,
that it might be different some day?

Shepherd of the insider and the outsider,
help me to live as you command
to us and to them,
and to stop acting like the hired hand.

Shepherd of the insider and the outsider,
help me to always your goodness behold
in us and in them,
so that there might be one fold.

Shepherd of the insider and the outsider,
may your love my compassion unlock
towards us and towards them,
so that there might be one flock.

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“¿Buen pastor o asalariado?”

Una reflexión basada en Juan 10:11-18

Por Magdalena I. García


Yo soy el buen pastor.
Conozco a mis ovejas y ellas me conocen a mí.
Vestimos igual.
Pensamos igual.
Adoramos igual.
Votamos igual.

Yo soy el buen pastor.
Tengo otras ovejas que no son de este redil.
Visten diferente.
Piensan diferente.
Adoran diferente.
Votan diferente.

Un momento…
¿Dices qué ustedes son ambos el buen pastor?
Ese no tiene el más mínimo sentido,
así que deben tomar partido.
Nosotros somos los fieles, ellos, los perdidos,
y por eso vamos por distintos caminos.
¿O será posible que por lo gracia de Dios sostenidos
podamos algún día acoger al aborrecido?

Pastor de los de adentro y los de afuera,
ayúdame a vivir como tú has ordenado
a nosotros y los otros,
para dejar de comportarme como asalariado.

Pastor de los de adentro y los de afuera,
ayúdame a vivir acogiendo al extraño
entre nosotros y los otros,
para que pueda haber un solo rebaño.

Pastor de los de adentro y los de afuera,
ayúdame a vivir con actitud servil
hacia nosotros y los otros,
para que pueda haber un solo redil.

© Magdalena I. García

Monday, April 27, 2009

"Out of the Blue"

A reflection based on Luke 24:36-41

A new shoot breaks through disturbing the dormant ground. mig
Un nuevo brote emerge y altera la tierra dormida. mig

By Magdalena I. García

He comes out of the blue with the look of a ghost,
like someone who hasn’t slept for more than three days,
and quietly says: “Peace unto you”.

He comes out of the blue with the smell of dead flowers,
like someone who hasn’t bathed for more than three days,
and persistently says: “Look at me…touch me”.

He comes out of the blue with a growling stomach,
like someone who hasn’t eaten for more than three days,
and shamelessly says: “Do you have any food?”

I wonder who told this appalling bum
that he can show up like this, without appointment or warning,
and expect me to immediately make time on my agenda?

I wonder who told this disgusting tramp
that he can show up like this, without contract or agreement,
and expect me to immediately offer tender loving care?

I wonder who told this impertinent glutton
that he can show up like this, without previous arrangements,
and expect me to immediately set a place at my table?

Tell him I’m on a trip, that I took a long vacation.
Tell him I’m not available, that I still haven’t come home.
Tell him I’m sick in bed, that I’ve started having seizures.
Tell him whatever you want...but make sure that he takes off.

He said not to worry, today you’re extremely busy,
he’ll be back another day...out of the blue...
when you make time on your crammed agenda,
when you grow new skin on your callous hands,
when you make room at your crowded table.

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“De repente”


Una reflexión basada en Lucas 24:36-41

Por Magdalena I. García

Se aparece de repente con cara de fantasma
como quien no ha pegado un ojo por más de tres días
y dice calladamente: “Recibe la paz”.

Se aparece de repente con olor a flor podrida
como quien no se ha bañado por más de tres días
y dice insistentemente: “Mírame…tócame”.

Se aparece de repente con la barriga vacía
como quien no ha probado bocado por más de tres días
y dice descaradamente: “¿Tienes algo que comer?”

¿Quién le habrá dicho a ese andariego espantoso
que puede llegar así, sin cita ni aviso previo
y pretender que de inmediato mi agenda detenga?

¿Quién le habrá dicho a ese confianzudo mugroso
que puede llegar así, sin contratos ni convenios
y pretender que de inmediato mis manos lo atiendan?

¿Quién le habrá dicho a ese metiche goloso
que puede llegar así, sin el trámite necesario
y pretender que de inmediato mi mesa extienda?

Dile que estoy de viaje, que me fui de vacaciones.
Dile que ahora no puedo, que todavía no he llegado.
Dile que estoy en cama, que me han dando convulsiones.
Dile lo que se te ocurra...pero que se largue a otro lado.

Dijo que no te afanes, que hoy estás muy atareada,
pero que cualquier otro día se aparece...de repente...
cuando hagas un espacio en tu agenda tan apretada,
cuando crezca nueva piel en tus manos tan encalladas,
cuando dispongas un puesto en tu mesa tan atestada.

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Sunday, April 19, 2009

"Show Me the Marks"

An Easter Reflection based on John 20:24-25 and Acts 4:32-35

A budding tree in Edgebrook neighborhood, Chicago. mig
Un árbol retoña en el barrio de Edgebrook, Chicago. mig

By Magdalena I. García

bones displaced
shiny scars
my arm bears the marks of childhood injuries

brownish spots
premature wrinkles
my skin bears the marks of multiple sunburns

crooked toes
hardened calluses
my feet bear the marks of orthopedic surgery

botched up skin
nodular densities
my breast bears the marks of an exploratory biopsy

dried up tears
fossilized memories
my soul bears the marks of countless losses

but the Thomases of today
could care less about these scars
they don’t want to see
the marks of the nails
nor the piercing of the side
rather they come looking
for indicators of grace:
common purpose
shared possessions
satisfied needs
genuine welcome

when the Thomases of our world
come and knock on my door
may they find plentiful evidence
of the Risen Christ in store

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“Muéstrame las Marcas”

Una Reflexión de Pascua basada en Juan 20:24-25 y Hechos 4:32-35

Por Magdalena I. García

huesos dislocados
cicatrices brillosas
mi brazo lleva las marcas de lesiones infantiles

manchas carmelitosas
arrugas prematuras
mi piel lleva las marcas de múltiples quemaduras

dedos torcidos
callos endurecidos
mis pies llevan la marca de cirugías ortopédicas

piel estropeada
densidades nodulares
mi seno lleva la marca de una biopsia exploratoria

lágrimas secas
memorias fosilizadas
mi alma lleva la marca de incontables pérdidas

pero a los Tomases de hoy
no les importan estas cicatrices
ellos y ellas no quieren ver
las marcas de los clavos
ni la perforación del costado
más bien vienen buscando
indicadores de gracia:
propósito común
posesiones compartidas
necesidades satisfechas
bienvenida genuina

cuando los Tomases de nuestro mundo
vengan y toquen a mi puerta
ojalá encuentren abundante evidencia
del Cristo Resucitado en oferta

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Sunday, April 12, 2009

"Sprouting Jesus"

An Easter reflection

Sprouts on my Autumn Joy Sedum: Images from a walk on Holy Saturday. mig / Brotes de mi Sedum de otoño: Imágenes de una caminata en Sábado Santo. mig

By Magdalena I. García

Like a seed that matures and germinates
in response to oxygen and humidity;

like a rootlet that emerges and grows
in response to absorption and change;

like a shoot that sprouts and appears
in response to reserves and soil;

like a bud that opens and blooms
in response to light and heat;

thus you burst from the tomb, Sprouting Jesus,
in response to life.

Why is it that we still paint you,
rising and adventurous Jesus,
hanging from a rigid timber?

Why is it that we still envision you,
germinating and vigorous Jesus,
buried in a dark pit?

How comfortable for us to worship
a Jesus nailed and silent,
a Christ with no expectations,
a God who is not demanding.

How difficult for us to embrace
a Jesus living and powerful,
a Christ with a tendency to meddle,
a God who is ever present.

Come close, Risen One,
detach us from the log of perpetual selfishness;
release us from the tomb of provincial thinking.

Come close, Transplanted One,
remove our hardened shell of resistance and evasion;
so that new life can sprout in our hearts.

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“Jesús Brotador”

Una reflexión de Resurrección

Por Magdalena I. García

Como semilla que madura y germina
en respuesta al oxígeno y la humedad;

como radícula que emerge y crece
en respuesta a la absorción y el cambio;

como brote que despunta y asoma
en respuesta a las reservas y la tierra;

como botón que se abre y florece
en respuesta a la luz y el calor;

así mismo saliste de la tumba, Jesús Brotador,
en respuesta a la vida.

¿Entonces por qué aún te pintamos,
Jesús levantador y aventurero,
colgado en el rígido madero?

¿Entonces por qué aún te imaginamos,
Jesús germinador y vigoroso,
enterrado en el oscuro foso?

Qué cómodo nos parece adorar
a un Jesús clavado y silente,
un Cristo que no hace reclamos,
un Dios que no es exigente.

Qué difícil nos resulta acatar
a un Jesús vivo y potente,
un Cristo que se inmiscuye,
un Dios que se hace presente.

Acércate, Resucitado,
despréndenos del madero del egoísmo cotidiano;
sácanos de la tumba del pensamiento provinciano.

Acércate, Trasplantado,
quítanos la dura cáscara de resistencia y evasión;
para que brote la vida en nuestro corazón.

© Magdalena I. García

Friday, April 10, 2009

"Sometimes You Run"

A reflection suitable for Holy Week

Boulder at Prousel Park, in Lincolwood, a suburb of Chicago: a reminder of obstacles on our course and the stone rolled in front of the tomb. mig / Roca del parque Prousel, en Lincolnwood, un suburbio de Chicago: un recordatorio de los obstáculos en la carrera y la piedra que colocaron frente a la tumba. mig

By Magdalena I. García

Sometimes you run...
propelled by an ideal
without looking back;
pursuing a dream
without looking down;
driven by a task
without looking up;
caught up in the doing
without looking around.

Sometimes you run and run,
conquering steep peaks,
emerging from deep valleys,
all the while feeling the wind on your back.
But other times you run and crash,
coming up against insurmountable walls,
pulled down by unstoppable forces,
all of the sudden feeling the weight on your back.

Thank you, God, for the energy to run,
and to keep things in motion
giving US a sense of purpose and security.

And thank you, God, for the ability to crash
and to see things fall apart
giving YOU a sense of opening and opportunity.

God of our running and of our crashing,
remind us that all of our times are in your hands.
God of our agile step and of our sore muscle,
remind us that all of our moments are in your hands.
God of our achievements and of our setbacks,
remind us that all of our life is in your hands.

*** Inspired by the book Is There Really a Human Race?, by Jamie Lee Curtis (Author) and Laura Cornell (Illustrator). Written after a church meeting where members acknowledged the weight of a financial and resource “crash,” and the need for the church to stop “spinning its wheels.”

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“A Veces Corres”

Una reflexión apropiada para Semana Santa

Por Magdalena I. García

A veces corres...
propulsada por un ideal
sin mirar hacia atrás;
persiguiendo un sueño
sin mirar hacia abajo;
impulsada por una tarea
sin mirar hacia arriba;
atrapada por el quehacer
sin mirar alrededor.

A veces corres y corres,
conquistando picos altos,
emergiendo de valles profundos,
sintiendo todo el tiempo el viento a tu espalda.
Pero otras veces corres y te estrellas,
chocando contra muros insuperables,
tumbada por fuerzas imparables,
sintiendo de repente el peso sobre tu espalda.

Gracias, Dios, por la energía para correr,
y para mantener las cosas en movimiento
DÁNDONOS un sentido de propósito y seguridad.

Y gracias, Dios, por la habilidad de estrellarnos
y de ver las cosas derrumbarse
DÁNDOTE un sentido de apertura y oportunidad.

Dios de nuestras carreras y de nuestros choques,
recuérdanos que todos nuestros tiempos están en tus manos.
Dios de nuestro paso ágil y nuestro músculo dolorido,
recuérdanos que todos nuestros momentos están en tus manos.
Dios de nuestros logros y nuestros tropiezos,
recuérdanos que toda nuestra vida está en tus manos.

*** Inspirada por el libro Is There Really a Human Race?, de Jamie Lee Curtis (autora) y Laura Cornell (ilustradora). Escrita tras una reunión de la iglesia en la que los miembros reconocieron el peso de un “choque” financiero y de recursos, y la necesidad de que la iglesia deje de “dar vueltas sin avanzar”.

© Magdalena I. García

Monday, April 6, 2009

“Put Me on My Knees”

A Holy/Maundy Thursday Prayer

Foot washing station for a Holy/Maundy Thursday service at Ravenswood Presbyterian Church. / Estación de lavado de pies para un servicio de Jueves Santo en la Iglesia Presbiteriana Ravenswood.

By Magdalena I. García

When I’m arrogant and proud,
put me on my knees.

When I’m indifferent and deaf,
put me on my knees.

When I’m petrified and numb,
put me on my knees.

When I’m spineless and weak,
put me on my knees.

When I’m cowardly and mute,
put me on my knees.

When I’m inflexible and strict,
put me on my knees.

When I’m judgmental and mean,
put me on my knees.

Put me on my knees, Servant Master,
when I fail to see others
as I’d like them to see me;
when I fail to serve others
as I’d like them to serve me.

But when I’m broken and hurt,
kneel by my side,
Lord of the basin,
and wash away my pain
with your living water.

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“Ponme de Rodillas”

Una Oración de Jueves Santo

Por Magdalena I. García

Cuando soy arrogante y orgullosa,
ponme de rodillas.

Cuando soy indiferente y sorda,
ponme de rodillas.

Cuando estoy petrificada y entumecida,
ponme de rodillas.

Cuando estoy invertebrada y débil,
ponme de rodillas.

Cuando soy cobarde y muda,
ponme de rodillas.

Cuando soy inflexible y estricta,
ponme de rodillas.

Cuando soy sentenciosa y mezquina,
ponme de rodillas.

Ponme de rodillas, Amo Sirviente,
cuando fallo en ver a los demás
como quiero que me vean;
cuando fallo en servir a los demás
como quiero que me sirvan.

Pero cuando estoy quebrantada y dolida,
arrodíllate a mi lado,
Señor de la palangana,
y lava mis angustias
con tu agua viva.

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