More from In The Midst of Chaos by Bonnie J. Miller-McLemore
Pondering – To think about something carefully over a period of time. To weigh things in your mind.
We are not told details of Jesus’ early life through the eyes of Mary but we are told that she pondered the mystery and wonder of Jesus’ birth. Again, when she and Joseph must retrace their steps to Jerusalem to find their missing son, she must come to terms with an extraordinary child who has spent three days debating scripture with wise men at the temple and who then in obedience returns to grow to adulthood in her house. These were things that needed to be thought out. As the author states:
Here in the small word ponder is an image of a mother in turbulent spiritual waters, wading through the emotional swings of care, who…feels “stunned by wonder and stung by worry. (p. 47)
The author commends Luke for not trying to put words into Mary’s mouth. This was not a case of Mary being passively silent, just that there was too much to put it all into words. Instead Mary stored up the feelings and memories of these events, mused on their meaning, weighed the immensity of the events in her mind and sought a deeper understanding of them.
I like this bit:
Keeping thoughts in one’s heart means keeping them at the core of one’s being. Wisdom is located at the juncture of physical desire and mental aspiration – not when one transcends the body and world, as modern scientific rationalism and some Christians assume. Pondering connects thought and action. (p.48)
A bit further on she also observes:
Mary becomes one of the first theologians of the Christian tradition, turning over and over in her mind just who this child is and what God has to do with it. She does so in the very midst of her mothering – not when she moves away from it all. (p.49)
Essential to the way that mothers think and ponder is the way that mothers care for their children with “attentive love”. Parents attend to the needs of their child with a kind of “patient hovering” keeping the needs of the child at the forefront of their consciousness as they go about life.
Went out for my first ride this afternoon. Returned a video and got a bit more exercise than I bargained for. I wonder if I will be stiff tomorrow? Well, it is time to start riding on a regular basis I think. Gotta do my bit for the eco-system. IT should pay off in fewer inches as well as less Co2 emissions.
The ride, in spite of having to take it easy, was nice and the day was perfect.
One of the issues the author addresses is our increasingly busy lifestyles and the inevitable busyness that children bring to our lives. Some of her thoughts on how we use our time:
Sometimes managing the details of work and family life feels like putting together a thousand-piece interlocking jigsaw puzzle….
Most parents today – single, married, divorced, women and men – work and care for kids….they do not live out their faith through one primary vocation…as might have been the case for their own parents. They pursue dual, triple, even multiple vocations, in venues more sharply divided from one another – the work-place and the home front – than during any other era in human history.
Our efforts to handle multiple vocations of work and family often force us to confront the terrible tyranny of time.
She goes on to say that we make changes in our life-styles to accommodate the fact that we are trying to “squeeze more in” to our lies in order to keep up with demands on our time. Then she goes on:
A chaotic family life can be a faithful life. But unrelenting, brain-numbing activity is not good for anyone. We have to be extremely careful about calling this spiritual.
…Some of our busyness is just that: a deadening busyness that distracts and destroys the capacity for joy and awe…
Rather than glorify all this running around as somehow spiritual and sanctified, it makes sense to question the pace at which we live and to consider how to slow down. We can and should change a life that is debilitating, scheduling less, facing our unhealthy addiction to an inhumane routine, and sustaining practices that help us discern how to say no to experiences and stuff that our culture says are essential for children….
Adhering strictly to strategies of simplification can impede the tumultuous richness of life by trying to clean it all up. Sometimes, realistically, it is impossible to simplify life with children. Instead we must find ways not to flee or control time but to live graciously within its entanglement.
From In The Midst Of Chaos by Bonnie J. Miller- McLemore Chpt. 3
My mind has been captured by the book; In the Midst of Chaos by Bonnie J. Miller-McLemore. It discusses the whole concept of raising children as a spiritual practice and I think she is right on, addressing how we live in families and how this needs to be an expression of our spiritual lives. Parents in busy families – “in the midst of chaos” – don’t get much time to develop spiritual lives in silence and solitude. But is everyone called to the practice of solitude and silence. Where is God in the midst of our busy lives, rushing to work and then kid’s activities? Unless a parent sets aside the responsibilities of the family to spend time in quiet and prayer, is there a way to connect with God? Does spending time with God take precedence over family duties, and if so, what does the parent left with the children’s care do to nurture their spiritual life? This author takes a different take on the subject. She considers the raising of children in a home where they are taught spiritual values to be prayer and not the cause for a hiatus in one’s “real” spiritual life.
To me this book gives legitimacy to the role of Christian parents and supports them in the often difficult choices that must be made about how to incorporate Christian practice into the chaos of family life. Maybe part of the reason I like it is that the book does not tell what to do so much as why – what one should take into consideration into those many questions that arise over time management, choosing where to raise a family, where to send them to school, etc.
Over the next few days, I want to share a few of the things that I learned or saw in new ways as I read through this book.
From the back row, where I was standing was that it went pretty well. The dancers were great. And that added a whole important element to the show. In fact they were what really gave it class and made it a show rather than a recital of sorts.
We butchered the Brandenburg though. I think that was the worst we have played it in a long time.
One more concert we are in on May 2nd I think and then this season is over.
Sometimes hope is not realized.
I was afraid to hope too hard. Was this a premonition, or caution, or fear from too many hopes not realized in my past? Or some silly lie that all things one wants too badly never come to be?
Whatever. I am walking down disappointment street. It is dark and I am tired.
Life around me still seems to go on as if nothing has happened so I guess I will get back on the treadmill and keep up as best I can again.
No – maybe I will not let the treadmill wear me down. I will choose to keep on doing my best at my own speed on the path I am on now and see what the rest of life brings. One hope unachieved can be replaced with new ones. It will take some work but I think this suits me better.
I made it down to Regina in good time. This time I took the #2 down through St Louis. A high percentage of the road all the way down was very rough. Lots of frost heaves it looks like. And if this road does not get some repair soon, it will not be the shortest way to Regina – well, maybe the shortest but not the fastest.
But the drive down was good. The sky was pretty much clear. None of this mornings snow seemed to be left; the road was dry. Saw lots of geese, some hawks and some ducks. There were white tail deer in a field – far enough away to be no danger to me and my car – close enough to look magnificent.
I needed the time alone on this drive. I’ve been too busy lately and will be for a few more days I suspect. Driving relaxes me. I listened to some new music that I downloaded a couple of days ago – Mozetich’s Affairs of the Heart – and so the time passed quickly. And to be honest, I needed this time with God. Out on the wide prairies, where even traveling through them in a car, exposes me to enough of their beauty that I find God there in ways that I just don’t when I am faced with all the busyness of home.