Calling God Central

Don’t you ever just wish you could “get it” once and for all? I do. This is not the first time I have affirmed keeping God at the Center of my life. From Lutheran confirmation instruction to Camp Quaker Haven as a teen, through the pursuit of secular and theological education as an adult, and the middle of mundane and not so mundane life crises, I have repeatedly resolved to conquer my fears and know that my refuge is God. However, society’s demands as well as those of jobs, authorities, and even well-meaning and supportive relationships have often competed for the first fruits of my energies, skills, and time. Too often these external factors uproot personal confidence in self, as well as upset a resting hope upon God. One of the greatest challenges of humankind is surely that of tempering our inflated sense of power with the balance of nature. As we rush about going here, going there, meeting demands of work, home, and society, the image of dolphins who seemed so to be enjoying their journey in the ocean’s waters restores my soul. The image remains with me even on the mainland, as does the encounter with the inhabitant of the most beautiful shell I have ever yet seen.

The Shell (And the Inhabitant’s Deferred Adjudication)

Recently as I walked along the seashore, the Water’s Edge yielded to my eyes the most beautiful, complete and perfect shell I had ever seen. When I picked it up, I delighted with that human capacity for coveting, thinking finally I have found a complete shell. I often come home from the shore with pieces of shell that were formerly homes for creatures of the sea swept onto land by Nature’s power. However a living thing, very alive and moist with the salty presence of the sea looked at me directly. It seemed for an eternal moment we gazed at one another as I stood in the sand holding the living room of its beautiful home in the palm of my hand. I breathed deeply, some of my breath perhaps offending this inhabitant who had approached the boundaries of sea and land, life and death, water and air, in that moment in time. The boundaries of the earth that humans seize from nature, to control and take liberties to dominate and destroy indeed pose a threat to every thing living. The low tide had brought it full of life to these boundaries. The high tide and one small human act of surrender to a Higher Power would take it beyond those boundaries to return to an ocean teeming with life.

While it is one thing to experience spiritual gifts from the sea, it is a further challenge to realize the Breath of God in everyday life in the midst of life’s routines. Of crisis proportion in our culture is the separation of the spiritual and the physical. We are taught early in life to defer authority for our health and well being to someone else, as if they know us better than we do ourselves-even if they are a doctor who has not even spent five minutes in our midst before writing on his prescription pad supposedly on our behalf. Few cultures invite physicians to exercise ultimate authority over something as important as our personal health care choices when each of us individually live within the Temple of our Being. The role of physicians, as well as government, must be carefully examined and carefully scrutinized by compassionate individuals, who are hopeful of At-One-Ment and dedicated to nurturing life, rather than destroying it and living species of the planet. We would do well to start with the Golden Rule of respect and participate always in the Sacred Romance, yes loving others, even ourselves and God with our whole heart, soul and mind. Without the right to take care of personal health in the best way one sees fit, it is questionable that our God-given, unalienable Rights — even First Amendment rights of freedom of speech, press, religion, and assembly — are little more than theory.

In the act of calling God Central, the answer often comes from within. Breathe. Breathe, Dear One, the Breath of God, with which you were created. The answers often lie nearer than you think, even within you. This leg of life may be full of pain and so you need some joy for the journey. One of my most memorable expressions of such joy was the opportunity to sing tenor in the Gospel choir at the Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival. Though I don’t have the music score available to me, the substance of a song we sung there continues to resonate within my heart: Jesus, the Center of my joy, from whom all things good and perfect come, our hope in everything. For many years, God has also spoken to me through this song which S/He gifted to me over time.

God’s Breath
(Words and music copyright Carol Stabel)

I dream of the music that sets me free
I dream of the freedom that lets me be
I dream of the beauty that helps me breathe
God’s Breath in every living Thing.
I dream of the sunshine that God gives for free
I dream of the moonlight that bathes the stars and you and me
I dream of the candlelight of all eternity
God’s Breath in every living thing.
I sing of the Word, the Breath that creates you and me
I sing of the power of that Light that helps me see
I sing to the Great Spirit just as I am on bended knee
For God’s Breath is in every living thing.
Heavenly Father, Heavenly Mother, God of all Creation
Protect us now, go with us now, and forevermore.
Heavenly Father, Heavenly Mother, God of all the Oceans
Sustain us now, go with us now and forevermore.

It seems to us that from the earliest times, man’s natural state was to be free as our grandfathers told us and we believe that freedom is inherent to life. We recognize this principle, as the key to peace, respect for one another and the understanding of the natural law that prevails over all the universe and adherence to this law is the only salvation of our future on the planet, Mother Earth. (Oren Lyons, Onondago, Ed. Kristen Maree Cleary, Native American Wisdom, New York, Barnes and Noble, 1987, p. 63)

The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures. He leadeth me beside still waters. HE RESTORETH MY SOUL. He leadeth me in the path of righteousness for His namesake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. For Thou art with me. Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies. Thou anointest my head with oil. My cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord Forever. (Psalm 23)