Sunday, March 16, 2025

MIRACLE. MUDDLE. MYSTERY. Lyn G. Brakeman, Spiritual Lemons, blog post, 2025.03.18











We are still in the midst of wearing green and celebrating St. Patrick who wasn’t really Irish. But you know these things happen, don’t you?
 

Back in the sixth century Patrick traveled to Ireland on assignment: Convert these pagans to Christianity. What Patrick did, however, was to endear the Irish people to himself and he to them. Rather than confront them with an agenda to convert, he got to know them. He familiarized himself with their pagan ways and rituals. These pagans always used the sun as an image of Divinity. Patrick therefore incorporated that bright roundness onto the Christian cross.  To the people he was saintly simply because he respected them and their local traditions. 

If only we all could behave like Patrick and simply listen to each other with respect not agenda. DO NOT try to convert anyone to your own ways. Listen. Take the relational way, the way of letting-be. Patrick honored the pagan ways and used their own imagery. Here, for example, is a Celtic Cross with the round sun, favorite pagan symbol, superimposed onto it. 

Poet and devout Roman Catholic, the late Brian Doyle, demonstrates this way in his prayers, addressing Divinity as Coherent Mercy. Doyle minces no words in his prayer-talk. 


Prayer of Spitting Inchoate Rage That You Allow Such Things & People to Inflict Such Horrendous Pain & Agony, Especially on Little Kids, How Could You Let That Happen? Most of us secretly wonder about such mysteries but few of us let God know as directly as Brian Doyle does. I usually quiet my rage by reminding myself that God, after all, gave us freedom. Doyle knows all about this freedom, too, but he goes directly to God with his prayer-complaint: “How could You have given us such freedom? But you did; and so my prayer must be finally for me, to work harder against the dark, to sing louder, is that right? Your silence is eloquent again ‘as always’ as always. And so: amen. 


Sunday, March 9, 2025

2025.03.09 BIG TENT/LENT SERENITY. Lyn G. Brakeman, Spiritual Lemons, blog post.


The Serenity Prayer—all of  it, written in 1951 and still so needed!


God, give me grace to accept with serenity 

the things that cannot be changed, 

Courage to change the things which should be changed, 

and the Wisdom to distinguish the one from the other. 

Living one day at a time, 

Enjoying one moment at a time, 

Accepting hardship as a pathway to peace, 

Taking, as Jesus did, 

This sinful world as it is, 

Not as I would have it, 

Trusting that You will make all things right, 

If I surrender to Your will, 

So that I may be reasonably happy in this life, 

And supremely happy with You forever in the next. Amen.



Noted American theologian Reinhold Niebuhr was born over in Wright City, MO on June 21, 1892. He graduated from Eden Seminary in 1913 and also earned degrees from Yale Divinity School (1914, 1915). At Eden, Professor (later President) Samuel Press, who is the namesake of the school’s main building, particularly influenced Niebuhr. Ordained in the Evangelical Synod in 1915, Niebuhr was a pastor in Detroit and went on to teach at Union Theological Seminary. He authored books like "The Nature and Destiny of Man" and "Moral Man and Immoral Society."




Sunday, March 2, 2025

2025.03.02 IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL, Lyn G. Brakeman, Spiritual Lemons, blog post



When peace like a river, attendeth my way,

When sorrows like sea billows roll—

Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to know

It is well, it is well with my soul.


This old hymn rings inside me. It is both as grand as an operatic tenor in full voice, and as minuscule as the flutter of one wing of one tiny lady bug making her way slowly across the carpet going nowhere or other.


I am supposed to prepare myself for the somber season of Lent. I am supposed to notice transfigurations. And yet what seizes my soul is sound— voices and sounds all around me‚ all within me, some timid and hushed and some booming with rage and frustration. I listen to all these voices. I hear the sounds of silence, my late first husband’s favorite song. I sorrow his tears, my heart cries too. 


The lyricist of this old hymn, Horatio Spafford, lost all his real estate investments in the Chicago fire of 1871. His toddler son died of scarlet fever, and his four daughters died in a collision at sea while crossing the Atlantic. His wife survived and wrote to her husband, “Saved alone. What shall I do?” Horatio set sail to go to her and, while crossing, the ship’s captain told him they were just passing over the spot where the shipwreck had occurred. 


These words flooded Spafford’s soul. Mine too, the tears and fears of all the years.   


When peace like a river, attendeth my way,

When sorrows like sea billows roll—

Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to know

It is well, it is well with my soul. 

Sunday, February 23, 2025

2023.02.23 TOTTERING. Lyn G. Brakeman, Spiritual Lemons, blog post


As I stood at the foot of the Town Hall steps in my small Connecticut town, about to enter to change my political party affiliation from Republican to Democrat, I froze. What would Dad say? He was in my heart, not my politics.  


Over the years Dad and I had bickered about differences. He was a staunch Republican, preaching his fear of more war, apparently all caused by Democrats. I’d argued, then voted Republican. But it was 1972. Everyone paid attention. Votes mattered as much as party affiliation. For the first time I put a partisan label —Democrat—on my voting. I couldn’t vote Republican as usual. I couldn’t tell Dad. How he voted mattered less to me than my affection for him. 


Now in 2025, similar issues face our country. Will we be able to live as if we actually are We the People? Will we have the courage to  stand up straight and forgive political rivals like President Ford did when he pardoned Nixon? Many thought Ford foolish. I thought him courageously compassionate.


As an Episcopal priest, now retired, I still remember holding my breath in 1976 when the Episcopal Church voted in favor of ordaining women as priests. I had also wept when my long-Presbyterian dad knelt before an Episcopal bishop to be received into the Episcopal Church.


All Creation, I now believe, is non-partisan, politically ordered, and equally blessed. Oh no? Consider the politics of Divinity envisioned by the biblical Job after a lifetime of politicking his particular version of God.  

Sunday, February 16, 2025

2025.02.16 EVEN THE POET LOBBIES, Lyn G. Brakeman, Spiritual Lemons, blog post


If I can stop one heart from breaking,

I shall not live in vain;

If I can ease one life the aching,

Or cool one pain,

Or help one fainting robin

Unto his nest again,

I shall not live in vain.

Emily Dickinson (1830–1886), one of the most influential American poets, is known for her introspective and innovative poetry. Despite her reclusive nature, Dickinson explored profound themes such as life, death, nature, and personal responsibility. Her poems often feature unusual punctuation, capitalization, and a distinctive meter, all of which have contributed to her legacy as a unique voice in American literature.


















"If I Can Stop One Heart from Breaking" is one of Dickinson’s more straightforward and brief poems, yet it carries a powerful message about the human capacity for empathy and the value of small, compassionate acts. The poem reflects her belief that life’s purpose is found not in grand gestures, multiple activities, or fame, but in simple, selfless kindness as you simply LISTEN to those who actually do live next door, or at least live next door to your heart. 

Sunday, February 9, 2025

2025.02.09 ODD EPIPHANIES. Lyn G. Brakeman, Spiritual Lemons, blog post

’Tis the season to be wary. Grim and gruesome, scary and sudden, wild and weird, beloved and bewildered, insane and inane, in flight and buried—all at once and never before.  Here I am.  

Our President makes sweeping plans for lands and people not his own, not in his jurisdiction, not in his heart. All these people want is the same thing we all want, already bestowed by Divinity on ALL creation from the beginning. What is that gift?  FREEDOM? Deeper than that.

One of the most beautiful recordings I’ve ever heard is one someone taped from within a womb—the steady gentle thrumming of a mother’s heartbeat. When I heard it I felt instantly serene, calm, gentled no matter what was going on. Odd. 


Do most children obey as they grow, because they are afraid?  No, it is because they receive and give LOVE. Love is the most precious gift anyone can receive, and it is the most precious gift anyone can give, and it is what Divinity first gives. Such is the divine mystery.


Intimacy precedes independence.  


In the beginning.  

Sunday, February 2, 2025

2025.02.02 Presenting For Real? Lyn G. Brakeman, Spiritual Lemons, blog post

I wonder what the Jesus story of Presentation we love to tell was like in real life?

We ought not allow him his divinity unless we also allow him his humanity.


Can you imagine Jesus as an infant going to temple for the first time and not squawking and howling in protest?  There were no pacifiers in those days. His poor parents were just trying to obey the laws of the Temple and hush their baby at once.


My mother always told me that when I was baptized I was “a little lamb” never bleating or peeping.  I did not believe her. Later she told me she always kept her pinkie finger/pacifier handy to put into my mouth when I got restless. 


By the time I really could squawk or bleat was when she insisted I “come out”, that is, be a debutante. I clutched my father’s arm as tightly as I could and we paraded forth. “Coming out” they called it. Out of what ? Out of my mind, I thought.


Traditions are worthy and often lovely, yet sometimes we simply need to honor Divinity alongside Humanity in equal portions.