2025.08.25 Ingredients of the Holy, Lyn G. Brakeman, Spiritual Lemons, blog post

Start by looking in the mirror—over and over. Smile at yourself. Salute yourself. You’ll see yourself as beloved, in truth.   

As it’s written in the New Testament, Ephesians 4:14-15: “Speaking the truth in love, grow up in every way into Christ.” The author of these words has never been fully established, just as Christ is not tied down to the earthly Jesus, nor to Job’s healing vision—frighteningly, openly, inclusively divine, all holy. 

Do you remember that little phrase “Bloom where you’re planted”?  I always thought it was hopelessly corny and immature. Now I wonder.

Of course that phrase must be in the Holy Bible, somewhere— a selection of writings all of them equally holy. Paul, thanks to his verbosity and long-winded speeches could even see himself as speaking truth in love, because he was a plodder determined to seek and find Divinity in everything and everyone, including himself.    

Each person makes his/her/their path, takes that path, veers from that path, returns to that path, and so on. I have tried many times in my own life to discern and tie down the HOLY. I have sought advice from many sources—all of them helpful yet none of them permanently perfect. 

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The HOLY is of God, and therefore compels me to seek it in all things, great and small. 

-Gazing out the window a friend sees the trees moving and imagines that God is waving at him.

-A young child kneels at the altar rail, discovers he can’t see, looks around seeking guidance, places one small hand on the railing, pulls himself up to stand on the kneeling cushion, sticks his other small hand out to receive a communion wafer. There is a moment of hesitation, then the priest winks and places a wafer that looks nothing like bread into his small hand. The child fists the bread, pops it into his mouth, then turns and runs back down the aisle.

-The 2024 Democratic Convention, gathered and viewed from above—every color, gender, ethnicity, political persuasion, religion, class, on and on.

-Here is a photo of a very large Weeping Beech tree that stands at the entrance of Mercy Center in Madison, Connecticut. It's lush in the summer, however, whatever the season or the reason, this tree stands to welcome all of those who seek the Holy in silence or through a spiritual direction program. The tree tells me I am in a holy place, that all who come here seek and find holiness, and also that all seasons and seekers are holy in the expansive language of our One Holy Creator/Creating God. 

Below stands this tree in winter dress. Holy, eh?  

Finally a tiny baby, holy sloth, held up by a human hand. 

2024.08.18, Lyn G. Brakeman, Spiritual Lemons, blog post, Transition Tradition Prayer.

Transition.Tradition. Prayer.

Now this, it seems to me, is a grounded and love-inspiring prayer to say in a parish church, in any gathered community, in any country, at your own dining table, even alone—anywhere.  It’s about coming together for its own sweet sake.

Gracious and loving God, you know the needs of your Church in every place; look graciously upon us, the people of All Saints, and grant us the guidance of your Holy Spirit through this time of transition and discernment. Bless us with mutual trust, respect, and courage, for each other, and give us wisdom and confidence in your timing. May we continue to be strengthened in our mission  to “come and be fed, seek and love God, and serve each person as Christ.” All this we ask in your Name. 

The prayer is being used by a parish in transition in the Convocation of Episcopal Churches in Europe. Many thanks to the Rt. Rev. Mark Edington, Bishop of the Convocation, for posting this on his Facebook page.  

2024.08.11 COMMUNITY? Lyn G. Brakeman, Spiritual Lemons, blog post, 8.11.24

Does it seem odd to you that so many of us talk about the need for community and peace and reconciliation for peace—and yet we often continue to preach, teach and escalate warlike behavior?

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I don’t know about you, but as I age I feel lonely, and it’s not because there are no people around, nor because I am living alone with no husband or roommate; nor is it because I am mildly disabled, nor because my dear husband is inattentive. I could be lazy of course, but………..

So why do so many of us Americans feel this isolation? Years ago I read a small and I thought silly book by Robert Putnam called “Bowling Alone.”  I remember thinking it was a strange idea  Obviously, no one bowls alone—really. 

When I was a college freshman we had to select a sport. I chose bowling, thinking it the least stressful since it was duckpins and the alley was usually empty since no one chose bowling as their sport. I was lonely bowling alone! Putnam advocated bowling teams! Social isolation is bad for one’s health. Too much INdependence increases loneliness.

The retirement community where we now live trumpets its core value: aging in place independently—an oxymoronic term in itself. Hardly a day goes by that most of us do not experience some symptom of the aging process, mentally, physically or psychologically. Some of us, including myself, live with a spouse but most live alone. 

A common fear seems to be falling. We have learned that a call to 911 will bring local police to execute a “lift assist”  should we not have the strength to get up. Some of us spend the money for lifelines to wear around our neck. Once I had to fish about in a neighbor’s bodice to find her lifeline to call for help. I am not the only one who feels sudden alarm whenever I hear the approach of an ambulance. Where is it going? Who are the sirens for? Who is on that stretcher? Who died? If I call for information I am told about HIPAA ie. we can’t legally reveal medical info about, and we certainly cannot tell you if someone died. I read the obit before the news. 

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Robert Putnam recently wrote an essay published in the N.Y Times Magazine, July 21, 2024. He asserted that we must create community which requires energy and investment—social capital. Putnam identified two types of social capital—bonding and bridging.  Bonding capital means sticking with others who are like you. Bridging capital is sticking with those who are not like you. I did not think of bowling, I thought of American partisan politics right now. 

Obviously, bonding is easier than bridging, yet we need both kinds of social capital to create COMMUNITY-in-PLACE— the only ground fertile enough for us all to nourish God, self, neighbor and neighborhood—all at once. 

2024.08.04 CORRUPTION? Lyn G. Brakeman, Spiritual Lemons, blog post

I became so corrupted by constant discussions and varying definitions, not to mention accusations, of corruption charges tossed about, I had to look up the word in the most faithful source of accurate information I know: The New Oxford American Dictionary (laboriously edited and regularly updated by word freaks and accuracy demons like myself.)  

I don’t know if I’m right but it’s a good bet that this dictionary, over time, has as many revisions, additions, and updates as the Bible itself. Both of these resources most people trust and hold quite sacred. They evolve as we do. 

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It's worth considering the original roots of the verb CORRUPT (to break altogether altogether) It means to cause to act dishonestly in return for money or personal gain, to cause to become depraved for money, that is, not simply to make unintentional errors by true and correctable mistake, but rather to  CAUSE ERROR/ERRORS TO APPEAR ON A BROAD DATABASE—WITH INTENTION.  

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Can the Arts save us from corruption?  During the Black Power movement in the 1960s, I wondered what made power, or music, or poetry black. Poet Robert Hayden wrote about the experience of black people, just as I wrote about the experience of myself as a white woman lobbying for the ordination of women in the Episcopal Church, and about the spiritual necessity of liberating Divinity from being corrupted by the exclusive use of masculine pronouns. 

Poet Robert Hayden, born Asa Bundy Sheffey in Detroit (1913) wrote about the experience in such poems as "John Brown's Body" and "Middle Passage," about the slave trade. He said:  “There’s no such thing as black literature. There's good literature and there's bad. And that's all!”  

When Louis Armstrong, a trumpet player of jazz, was asked what black jazz was, he replied, “Good Lord, man, if you have to ask that you don’t even know what jazz is!”

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There’s no such thing as black or white, male or female preaching. There are just good, lively sermons and flat boring ones. Good Lord, people, Jesus wasn’t a Jew who converted, corrupted his own religion, or started a new religion. He was simply a wise itinerant Jew exposing an already present Loving Divinity. We are to act accordingly.