Friday, August 31, 2012

How God Works

God does not work in confusion. Clear your ambivalences so God can enter your space.

Friday, August 24, 2012

My Photo Album of Life

Sensing a memory while

Returning to my roots

Grounded and untethered


I move like a photo slide show

Different takes for those kaleidoscope karats

We smile knowing

Once we laughed and

We will laugh again.

Friday, August 17, 2012

What is God Praying for You?

"Just call me on my cell. My house can be difficult to find."

I hobbled through the alleyways of the thick cobbled ancient stone in the Jewish Quarter of the Old City in Jerusalem. I found an open seating area. I called. In moments, an exuberant, petite, head-scarved woman holding a cell phone next to her ear skirted past me.

"Emunah!" I exclaimed.

"You must be Tamara with the red glasses!"

The conversation continued at a rapid pace as we were both curious about the other.

Emunah had made aliyah (immigrated) to Israel forty years ago from Brooklyn. Fourteen children and two husbands later, she now resides inside the walls of the Old City. She is a believer. Her name, Emunah, means faith. She teaches and practices her faith.

When we arrived at her home, she quickly set up chairs outside for the small gathering of four women and one man that enlarged our intimacy. We ate her home-made oatmeal chocolate bars and drank water to refresh ourselves from the middle eastern summer climate.
Emunah reflected about our personal prayer and the power of God’s prayer.

"It is not about what we want. Think about it. What if God wants to pray for us? What wouldGod pray for? Knowing that God loves us. Knowing that God would want the best for us. What would God want for you?"

God’s prayers for me! Perhaps my prayer requests should come from God’s point of view.

"We are all in God’s shadow. We pray because the Holy One of Discernment prays for us."

As we listened to Emunah’s lessons, the day darkened into a bold night. The illumination from Emunah’s question continues to delight and excite me. What is God praying for me now?

Friday, August 3, 2012

Speaking Another Language

Speaking Hebrew is like learning to sing in a different key. I know the notes and the musical melody, but the attunement needs my utmost attention.

When I speak Hebrew in Israel, I transport myself back to childhood prayers that I memorized. I plunge forward into a contemporary language where new words are created daily.

I am immersed in this Biblical language whether I am asking for a glass of water -- or I am chanting from the Torah during weekday prayers.  

Speaking another language changes your perspective and perhaps your identity.

What I say suddenly matters more.