Inspiration Blog Posts
From the time I was in second grade till I left home for University in the U.S., we lived in the same house on the Arab Baptist Theological Seminary (ABTS) campus. Perched on the foothills over-looking the Mediterranean Sea, ABTS was an ideal backdrop for childhood adventures, and I certainly had many!
I made the mistake of settling in a bit too comfortably in quarantine. In our little peaceful cocoon, I got used to our calming cadence so much so that I forgot about the angst of normal life. I was lulled into a nap.
Do you remember those WWJD bracelets that church youth groups passed out during the late 80s and early 90s? Their intention was to serve as an ever-present prompt for the young people to use to self-exam during questionable or difficult situations.
While harvesting larkspur seeds with me, a dear friend asked, “How do you abide with God?” I was initially startled by the question, but then at ease and quite forthcoming with my answer.
Do you feel imprisoned? Are you locked up by grief and pain?Read the story of Job again and figure out which character you are?
I’m on my second year of growing poppies. These majestic yet delicate flowers evoke so many memories for me, especially the profusions of them blanketing the terraces and meadows at the wake of springtime in Lebanon.
Are you finding yourself with more spaces for contemplation during this season of isolation?
I wept. Commiserative grief, survivor’s guilt, and all-consuming powerlessness pushed at my soul after listening to the news about all the plants full of COVID infected but non-symptomatic mothers and fathers. This drowning sadness triggered in me historical vignettes of the marginalized WWII prisoners dejectedly lining up to enter what they thought was a work camp, but for the old, feeble, or the very young, was a death march into the incinerators.
I am an introvert and an enneagram one. Before our current mandated “social distancing,” I used to retreat to my home anyway from the demands of social gatherings in which I usually felt like a bumbling misfit.
What do home-made medical masks have to do with my missing church?