Category: Heaven

We Will All Be Changed


The “Lego Indiana Jones 2: The Adventure Continues” Wii Game.

This is my son’s current obsession.

My son always has an obsession. He has Asperger’s Syndrome, a high-functioning form of autism.

Something about the way his brain is wired causes him to fixate on a certain subject or object continually. It is literally all he can talk or think about. Then after a few days (usually), he will get “off” of that thing (often never to return to it) and get “on” to the next thing.

Currently we are waiting for this particular Wii game to arrive in the mail from Amazon. About every 30 minutes (OK maybe that’s an exaggeration), I have to help my son go over the same information about the game: Yes, it’s going to be awesome. Yes, it’s appropriate for his age. Yes, it’s due to arrive at our house on Monday. No, all the Wii remotes won’t break before it gets here.

He knows these things already. But he is anxious. And going over the same information repeatedly—and me affirming it—is somehow calming to him.

But today I lost patience.


I Am The Way, The Truth, And The Life

The Last Supper of Jesus by Andre Derain
The Last Supper of Jesus
by Andre Derain

“Having loved his own…He loved them until the end.”

The hour has come
I gather them
To a room, to a table
To my heart

I know Father
Has put all things
Under my feet
I wash theirs


The Source Of Our Consolation


“Who can look abroad at public affairs all over the globe, and avoid the impression that this old, bankrupt world needs a new order of things? The cement seems to have fallen out of the walls of human society.

On all sides we hear of restlessness, anarchy, lawlessness, envy, jealousy, distrust, suspicion, and discontent. The continuance of evils of every kind, physical, moral, and social—the constantly recurring revolutions, and wars, and famines, and disease—the never-ending growth of superstition, skepticism, and unbelief—the bitter strife of political parties—the divisions and controversies of Christians—the overflowing of [drunkenness] and immorality—the boundless luxury and extravagance of some classes, and the grinding poverty of others—…the shiftless helplessness of statesmen to devise remedies—the commercial dishonesty—the utter failure of mere secular knowledge to really help mankind—the comparative deadness of Churches—…the universal “distress of nations”…and dread of something terrible coming.”

The above was written by Anglican bishop J.C. Ryle.

In 1876.


Reflections on LOST: Karma and Grace


This post is fifth in a series on my lingering thoughts on the finale of the TV show LOST.

If you looked carefully at the World Religions Chart in my last post, you might have noticed this: Each religion has their own take on what humans must do to achieve happiness and fulfillment in the next life. Empty yourself. Submit to God. Obey the laws. Achieve harmony.

Every religion except one.

U2 lead singer Bono, in an interview with Michka Assayas, puts it this way:

BONO: It’s a mind-blowing concept that the God who created the universe might be looking for company, a real relationship with people. But the thing that keeps me on my knees is the difference between Grace and Karma.

ASSAYAS: What do you mean?

BONO: You see, at the center of all religions is the idea of Karma. You know, what you put out comes back to you: an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, or in physics—in physical laws—every action is met by an equal and opposite one. It’s clear to me that Karma is at the very heart of the universe. I’m absolutely sure of it. And yet, along comes this idea called Grace to upend all that “as you reap, so you will sow” stuff. Grace defies reason and logic. Love interrupts, if you like, the consequences of your actions, which in my case is very good news indeed, because I’ve done a lot of stupid stuff.

ASSAYAS: I’d be interested to hear that.

BONO: That’s between me and God. But I’d be in big trouble if Karma was going to finally be my judge. I’d be in deep s—. It doesn’t excuse my mistakes, but I’m holding out for Grace. I’m holding out that Jesus took my sins onto the Cross, because I know who I am, and I hope I don’t have to depend on my own religiosity.**


Reflections on LOST: Comparative Religions


This post is fourth in a series on my lingering thoughts on the finale of the TV show LOST.

In my last post I posed the question: Does each religion simply reflect a different facet of the same truth? Are all the world’s religions right?

This seemed to be the view taken by LOST. And I think it’s the view held by most Americans. But are the world’s different belief systems really compatible with each other?


My Life In Books, Vol. 3


Welcome to the third and final installment of “Top Ten Most Influential Books” in my life. If you’re just joining me, you can catch up by reading Volume 1 and Volume 2 first. The list continues with…

book - name of jesus7. In The Name of Jesus by Henri Nouwen Highly-educated Catholic priest Nouwen shares “Reflections on Christian Leadership”: Lessons learned as he left his Ivy League post to live and serve among a community for mentally handicapped people. Based on the three-part temptation of Jesus, he cautions us to guard against the temptation to be relevant, spectacular, and powerful. His blueprint for “success”, featuring humility and authenticity, completely shaped my own definition of true spiritual leadership. Also the first time I read it I remember thinking, “This would be a great book for mothers to read.”

Takeaway: As a leader I must constantly fight the desire to base my self-worth on how many people like me, what title I hold, or the apparent breadth of my influence. The real, the only, relevant question is: “Do I love Jesus?”


Mother’s Day Meditation

I met my firstborn son on the second day of his life.

The woman who carried him in her womb for nine months gave birth on May 19, 2002. As part of our adoption plan, she graciously allowed my husband and me to visit him in the hospital the following day.

After waiting in the hospital lobby for about an hour, we were shown to the maternity ward upstairs. As we entered the nursery, my eyes quickly scanned the half a dozen or so cribs until they landed on one in particular. Somehow I knew that was him. I couldn’t explain it but, in a way, I already knew him.

I literally gasped when I saw his face—he was so beautiful. A hundred different emotions raced around my heart until they crystallized into one thought:  (more…)