Home-Making

September 29, 2010

I spent time this afternoon cleaning my apartment. I had a few hours to myself, and I did some laundry, some thorough vacuuming and dusting, and a few other chores. The result was that, at the end of the day, my living room and bedroom looked better than they have in quite a while. I’ve been busy lately and haven’t really been able to venture past straightening and tidying to really cleaning. But today I got to clean, and it felt good.

Sometimes household chores seem endless. They seem like a hindrance to creativity, because they take so much time. A lot of days, I don’t feel like doing them at all. But some days, like today, I take joy in these tasks because I see the result: my work helps my home become a space of peace and beauty.

I like the term homemaking. Probably because I love home and I love making. Doing the dishes every day, changing the bed sheets, scrubbing the bathtub – all these tasks are part of making a home. That thought encourages me; it helps me remember that time spent cooking and cleaning is not time lost to creativity. In its own way, homemaking is creative work.

This song has been my working song for the past several months. It reminds me that everyone has daily tasks to accomplish – tasks that will have to be performed all over again the next day. We can whine about it, or we can “sing for the beauty that’s to be found.” I’d rather sing.


April 16, 2010

One of my favorite characters is Madeleine L’Engle’s Vicky Austin. Vicky makes sense to me; I see myself in her. In  A Ring of Endless Light, 15-year-old Vicky says,

If I’m confused, or upset, or angry, if I can go out and look at the stars I’ll almost always get back a sense of proportion. It’s not that they make me feel insignificant; it’s the very opposite; they make me feel that everything matters, be it ever so small, and that there’s meaning to life even when it seems meaningless.

I know just what Vicky means about the stars; it’s the same way I feel when I’m at the beach. Especially when I’m at my favorite kind of beach – a vast stretch of sand running north to south, and to the west nothing but ocean for as far as I can see. I love to watch the rows of waves cresting and crashing and slowly spreading onto the sand. Next to the ocean, I feel tiny and vulnerable … and deeply loved. And that is exhilarating; it makes me want to laugh and play.

Last weekend, Jeremy and I drove down to the Oregon Coast. We played all weekend, running, jumping, tossing the Frisbee, throwing the baseball back and forth. At times we stopped and stared at the waves; then we played some more.

I love how awe and wonder are so closely related to play. It makes me think that God must be great, and also good. Powerful, and also loving.

As I was running through the waves this weekend, this song came to mind. It is one of my favorites. Enjoy.


Joy at Advent

November 30, 2009

Advent began yesterday. I love this season, and I intend to spend it joyfully. I have been contemplating this idea all week: Since God sent his Son to be with us and be our Savior, our reasonable response is joy.

Wendell Berry wrote, “Be joyful though you have considered all the facts.”* There is so much injustice and hurt in the world, and we cannot ignore that. Still, as we reach out and love our neighbors, we can be joyful. I think maybe I’m preaching a bit, but I am preaching to myself. Too often I think that it is not right for me to be happy when there is so much sadness all around. But when I consider all the facts, joy wins. Because I believe that, along with all the news stories, this also is a fact:

God loved the world so much that he gave his one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have eternal life. God sent his Son into the world not to judge the world, but to save the world through him.

With this in mind, all week I have been singing the chorus to “Joy Is In Our Hearts” by Sara Groves. You can listen to the whole song on her MySpace page. This song is dedicated to International Justice Mission. I think it is a great example of considering all the facts, reaching out in love, and being joyful. “For good reason, joy is in our hearts.”

I have also been repeating these lines from the poem “The Vision of the Shepherds” by W.H. Auden. By the way, Auden’s For the Time Being: A Christmas Oratorio is excellent Advent reading. You can find it in collections of Auden’s poetry. (I don’t think it is sold as a separate volume anymore.) I love whole poem, but here is the part I’ve been thinking about especially:

CHORUS OF ANGELS

Unto you a Child,

A Son is given.

Praising, proclaiming

The ingression of Love,

Earth’s darkness invents

The blaze of Heaven,

And frigid silence

Meditates a song;

For a great joy has filled

The narrow and the sad,

While the emphasis

Of the rough and big,

The abiding crag

And wandering wave,

Is on forgiveness:

Sing Glory to God

And good-will to men,

All, all, all of them.

Run to Bethlehem.

 

SHEPHERDS

Let us run to learn

How to love and run;

Let us run to Love.

 

*The Wendell Berry quote is from “Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front,” The Country of Marriage, 1973.


Why It Matters

June 1, 2009

Wild RoseRecently I’ve had a lot of conversations with family about the future – goals, plans, dreams. It’s got me thinking, and I find that I’m unclear as to what’s next.

This morning I listened to Add to the Beauty by Sara Groves. I can’t think of an album that more clearly resonates with what I believe about love, beauty, and the Kingdom of God. As I sing along to the title song, I mean every word: “I want to add to the beauty, to tell a better story, shine with the light that’s burning up inside. And this is grace – an invitation to be beautiful.” That might be the best definition of grace I’ve ever heard.

The song that has been on my mind over the past couple of days, though, is this one. Because as Jeremy and I plan for the future, I can’t help but consider my life-long dream of being a writer. Creative writing rarely makes money; I don’t know if it will ever be a career, and that can be discouraging. So why do it? This song reminds me why it matters.

 

Why It Matters

By Sara Groves

 

Sit with me and tell me once again

Of the story that’s been told us

Of the power that will hold us

Of the beauty, of the beauty

Why it matters

Speak to me until I understand

Why our thinking and creating

And why our efforts of narrating

About the beauty, of the beauty

Why it matters

Like a statue in the park

Of this war torn town

And its protest of the darkness

And this chaos all around

With its beauty, how it matters

How it matters

Show me a love that never fails

Some compassion and attention

Midst confusion and dissention

Like small ramparts for the soul

How it matters

Like a single cup of water

How it matters


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