Faith Venture

The Prisoner was a 13-week series that ran on PBS in the late 60s. The hero of the story was trapped in a village with no way out. Life in the village was not necessarily cruel, but he knew that he was trapped.

He knew “Number 2” who seemed almost in charge. He kept trying to get to “Number 1”, the person ultimately responsible for trapping him in this village. During the last episode, he finally met “Number 1.” It was the hero himself. He imposed servitude upon himself.

The series asked a question that has impacted me in all that time since—where have I caused my own servitude?

Am I locked in fear? Happens to all of us, I presume.

What was the response when God met people in the Hebrew Scriptures? What seemed to be one of Jesus’ most-used phrases? Fear not. Get out of it through faith.

What else holds us in captivity due to our own decisions? Substances? Lifestyle? Pursuit of wealth? Pursuit of pleasure?

The worst kind of servitude is that which is self-imposed. It need not happen. Wake up to where you limit yourself or hurt yourself. Self-awareness is the start. Then get beyond it.

I’m currently cruising at 38,000 feet above Illinois en route to Houston for my first business trip (other than driving to a couple of local trade shows) since February 2020.

Put on a mask for the livery ride to the airport. Continuing through the airport to sitting on the plane.

As I sat quietly to observe my breath while sitting, I noticed that the mask boosted my awareness of breath. I can feel the exhale as a movement of warm, moist air. I feel the inhale drawing cool air through the filter of the mask material.

Awareness of breath is calming. Not that I am anxious. But after the wait for the driver, then the rather hurried flow through security followed by the long walk to the gate, then queuing for boarding, it’s time to sit quietly. Breathe. Feeling breath. Aware of life force. Aware of the spirit.

When I arrive in Houston, the awareness will remain. I’ll be open to all the new people and ideas at the conference. Relaxed and ready for work.

The pulse of life—go…pause…go.

‘Tis a strange thing, Sam, that among us people can’t agree the whole week because they go different ways upon Sundays.

George Farquhar

The county where I grew up and lived most of my life contained approximately 1 church for every 400 people. Yet, on a given weekend (Sunday), only about 20% of the people darkened the door of one of those churches.

I think there are about four Roman Catholic churches. Maybe 120 of a variety of protestant churches with more differences in theology than I could even begin to count.

And this is part of the “Bible Belt.”

There are so many churches. Yet, seemingly so few Jesus followers. It makes me pause and ponder human psychology.

But the Apostle Paul trying to herd the cats of his start-up churches back in the first century surely felt some of those same feelings. How could he keep them focused on the things that matter? How could he get them to calm their bickering? How could he convince them to be accepting of each other in all of their varieties of races, genders, ethnicities?

That is the subject of most of his writing. Let’s focus on Jesus and spiritual development. Let us not drag old baggage into the new fellowship.

That is what keeps Paul relevant every generation who must learn that first century message again.

I wrote yesterday about beginning the day asking what good will I do and closing the day reflecting upon what I had done. This, I suppose has some similarity with the Examen in the Ignatian tradition. But I experienced an entire day. I wonder where I did good.

I read yesterday somewhere that November is “Gratitude Month.” Maybe that is because we celebrate a holiday called Thanksgiving in November in the US. Or, maybe it is a “Hallmark Holiday” devised so that the greeting card companies can sell more cards.

Sort of like reflecting on the day and wondering where I did something good. Where did I add to someone’s pleasure or well being? Where did I support someone? Where did I fail?

Do you also have trouble sitting and listing things/people/situations for which we are grateful? Sometimes I think it’s a pretty mundane list. Trite, even. I might say health, then reflect on all the areas where my health is less than perfect (although my new massage therapist says I’m in good shape–implied, for an old guy). I go through the same plus/minus thinking for about all the gratitude items.

Maybe I need an attitude adjustment? I need to wake up to gratitude.

A favorite pastime for Baptist youth used to be (I don’t know, maybe still) was memorizing Bible verses. There were competitions, prizes, pride. Of course, there is a value to remembering things. Probably 90% of medical school is memorizing. Patients appreciate their doctor’s recall ability when a diagnosis is required.

The question for us in our journey to spiritual growth is how much we merely quote people we have memorized rather than how much we know.

Have we read thoroughly, but not only that but also thought about what we read? How much of what we discuss comes from knowledge gleaned from the fruit of our knowledge plus our thinking?

Do you merely quote a sentence or a partial sentence from, say, Paul? Or perhaps you have read the entire works of Paul plus some scholarly research and thinking (like the 1,700+ pages from NT Wright I studied a few years ago) and then when you say something there is more meat to it. And it reveals your own thinking?

Repeating what you’ve memorized is child’s play. Speaking of what you know comes with maturity.