But whatever were gains to me I now consider loss for the sake of Christ. What is more, I consider everything a loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them garbage, that I may gain Christ and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ—the righteousness that comes from God on the basis of faith. Philippians 3:7-9
I write this with a lot of pain and anxiety that teems inside me when I study these words of Paul.
Pain of loss
Gain of loss
The one thing
Showing the door
Do you ever feel frustrated by unachieved dreams?
Sometimes I feel I am there. Staring at your dream which is still in the sky and wondering how to get there, despite having everything within your power to achieve them.
That’s when I came across a tiny magazine called Inspirational Quote which displayed on its cover the title of this post :
A jug fills drop by drop.
It points towards the need for consistency and sustained effort towards your dreams. We are living in a world that glorifies 19-year-olds like Kylian Mbappe. The boy is only 19 and look, he’s playing superbly in the world cup for France! What are you doing?
I have been advised before that it does not work to ask yourself that question in comparison. My life is meant for a different dream and has a different trajectory. I am not Mbappe and at the most what we have in common is that our names begin with M.
However, I can’t be left off the hook. I am accountable to what God has entrusted me with. I am called to make use and bring returns, just as the parable of talents reveal to us.
What we need is life-editing. Sitting down and taking stock of where I am going and how fast. If I am slow, then I need to check whether that is the optimal speed to travel. Each terrain requires us to manoeuver our vehicle in a way that would ensure safety and stability. That probably is the same with life.
Yet, you could keep moving. Or move as soon as you can. Going back to the analogy of the drop, we can say, as long as the drop is falling into the jug, that’s enough. But if you take the jug away and set it aside, you will not be able to fill it.
So make sure the drop falls in the jug and over time it will be filled.
One step towards your dream each day. That’s all it takes.
The following is a meditation from cac.org led by Richard Rohr. I loved some of the things said here. What are your thoughts?
PC: The Bible Project, YouTube
God Breaks In
Thursday, May 17, 2018
Today Barbara Holmes continues exploring the contemplative in surprising places:
We are told that Jesus hung out with publicans, tax collectors, and sinners. Perhaps during these sessions of music, laughter, and food fellowship, there were also . . . moments when the love of God and mutual care and concern became the focus of their time together. Contemplation is not confined to designated and institutional sacred spaces. God breaks into nightclubs and Billie Holiday’s sultry torch songs; God tap dances with Bill Robinson and Savion Glover. And when Coltrane blew his horn, the angels paused to consider.
Some sacred spaces bear none of the expected characteristics. The fact that we prefer stained glass windows, pomp and circumstance . . . has nothing to do with the sacred. It may seem as if the mysteries of divine-human reunion erupt in our lives when, in fact, the otherness of spiritual abiding is integral to human interiority. On occasion, we turn our attention to this abiding presence and are startled. But it was always there.
. . . Art can amplify the sacred and challenge the status quo. The arts help us to hear above the cacophony and pause in the midst of our multitasking. The arts engage a sacred frequency that is perforated with pauses. Artists learned . . . that there were things too full for human tongues, too alive for articulation. You can dance and rhyme and sing it, you almost reach it in the high notes, but joy unspeakable is experience and sojourn, it is the ineffable within our reach.
When you least expect it, during the most mundane daily tasks, a shift of focus occurs. This shift bends us toward the universe, a cosmos of soul and spirit, bone and flesh, which constantly reaches toward divinity. Ecclesial organizations want to control access to this milieu but cannot. The only divisions between the sacred and the secular are in the minds of those who believe in and reinforce the split. . . .
All things draw from the same wellspring of spiritual energy. This means that the sermonic and religious can be mediated through a saxophone just as effectively as through a pastor. . . . How can this be? . . . [Can] tapping feet and blues guitar strokes . . . evoke the contemplative moment and call the listener to a deeper understanding of inner and outer realities? . . . The need to create impermeable boundaries between the sacred and the secular is . . . a much more recent appropriation of western values. . . .
Historically, most efforts to wall off the doctrinal rightness and wrongness of particular practices failed. Instead, hearers of the gospel inculturated and improvised on the main themes so as to tune the message for their own hearing. Given Christianity’s preferential option for the poor, the cross-pollination of jazz, blues, and tap with church music and practices could be considered the epitome of missional outreach and spiritual creativity.
The piece below is one of the most beautiful writings I have ever read. It’s part of a series of reflections on art and faith. It is beautiful, touching and liberative. Do read on!
Perplexed into Contemplation
Wednesday, May 16, 2018
The imagination offers revelation. It never blasts us with information or numbs us with description. . . . We find ourselves engaged in its questions and possibilities, and new revelation dawns. . . . The imaginative form of knowing is graced with gradualness. . . . The imagination reveals truth in such a way that we can receive and integrate it. —John O’Donohue 
I must confess that I tend to prefer the older forms of art and music to much of what I see and hear in pop culture. Often when I listen to music on the radio today, I often scratch my head and say, “I really don’t get it!” But maybe the point is for us to not get it when we encounter something new or unfamiliar.
One of our CONSPIRE 2018 teachers, Dr. Barbara Holmes, suggests that both art and contemplation have a related goal: shifting paradigms. Art and contemplation lead us to wonder, but first they perplex us. Mature spiritual leaders make room for and welcome the prophetic—the challenging, new, and unexpected—even while holding onto the essentials of our wisdom traditions.
Holmes writes in Joy Unspeakable about how the Gospel is being re-envisioned by young people:
To reconsider your circumstances using the perspectives of a new generation is a difficult and contemplative act. It is contemplative because it requires the recognition that the world as we know it is not of our own making. Another generation has its hands to the plow: they will not engage the world as we did; they are singing a new song. 
If Christianity is to survive and stay relevant, we must welcome new songs, new expressions of the sacred through beauty, celebration, lament, defiance, and calls to repentance and action. To do so requires bringing contemplative practice beyond pews and prayer mats to the ways we engage on social media, the streets, and the evening news. Contemplation is not only for so-called sacred spaces; it can touch and change all of life.
Ronald Rolheiser writes:
God cannot be thought, but God can be met. Through awe and wonder we experience God and there, as mystics have always stated, we understand more by not understanding than by understanding. In that posture we let God be God. In such a posture, too, we live in contemplation. 
Reverend Holmes continues:
[Art is] contemplative because [it] ignites memories of the awe and wonder that we tend to discard after childhood. . . . When we decide to live in our heads only, we become isolated from the God who is closer than our next breath. To subject everything to rational analysis reduces the awe to ashes. The restoration of wonder is the beginning of the inward journey toward a God who people of faith aver is always waiting in the seeker’s heart. For some, the call to worship comes as joy spurts from jazz riffs, wonder thunders from tappers’ feet, as we ponder Lamar’s prophetic insolence and Beyoncé’s black girl magic. Each artistic moment is just slightly beyond our horizon of understanding. Perhaps we are confounded so that we might always have much to contemplate. 
Gateway to Presence:
If you want to go deeper with today’s meditation, take note of what word or phrase stands out to you. Come back to that word or phrase throughout the day, being present to its impact and invitation.
 John O’Donohue, Beauty: The Invisible Embrace (HarperCollins: 2004), 147.
 Barbara A. Holmes, Joy Unspeakable: Contemplative Practices of the Black Church, second edition (Fortress Press: 2017), 197.
 Ronald Rolheiser, The Shattered Lantern: Rediscovering a Felt Presence of God (New York: Crossroad, 2001), 117.
 Holmes, Joy Unspeakable, 198
Image credit: Composition VIII (detail), Wassily Kandinsky, 1923, Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum, New York City, New York.
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Craig S. Keener, New Testament scholar, says chapter 13 is in the form of a Parenesis, an ancient rhetorical and literary style in which moral exhortations loosely joined together with other literary elements. The closing words of the author gives specific instructions to the community of faith. Let us read these exhortations in the light of thetheme, the sanctity of the marital relationship.
[“The sun will no more be your light by day, nor will the brightness of the moon shine on you, for the Lord will be your everlasting light, and your God will be your glory.”
“So messed up.” We become so frustrated at times wondering how we manage to mess up royal-ly. Most times unawares, the F-word manages to burst out of the same mouth that receives the Holy Body and Holy Blood of Christ. Yet you and me is who He came for. Despite the hide and seek games we play with our merciful God, he wants us to know that we were meant for bigger (hearts), better (words), softer (thoughts towards ourselves) and deeper (commitment to the eternal).
The good news for the teeth-gritting, frustrated, f-word spitting, dissatisfied ones is that God knows better and He will show us better out of His everlasting love for us.
The dim lights of the weekend that blur rather than better our vision can be left behind. We can trade illusory charm of the distant, romantic moonlight for the warmth and beauty of the blazing campfire before us – God will be your light. No darkness; the true light that gives better than Ultra HD clarity to our misused/abused lives.
There is hope. There’s a new beat to dance to. A new music to swing to, as we hand over our lives to the redeemer.
Let your life story be a redemption story. May your transformed life reflect the everlasting beauty of God’s light.It starts by saying, “Today, I choose to give my life, as it is, into the hands of the Saviour- the one who will even die for me that I may live.”
What’s your story?