Monthly Archives: February 2025
Mind Blowing, Healing, Life Changing Love
This is the heart of my memoir I have been putting together.
My story is about discovering Jesus, who is the Love of God fleshed out for us. It’s about how Jesus and God have shown up for me like the calvary in Westerns. And how their love for me is not because of me, but because that’s what God is, Love. It’s a Love with no small print and it’s for everyone, no exceptions. I did not deserve God’s love. In fact, I didn’t believe in God and thought Jesus sounded like a kind but delusional man. I still don’t deserve God’s Love, because Love is not something we can earn. Period. So quit trying. Just accept it. Then absolutely float in it until you absorb it. Because it can heal you, teach and change you, and use you to give others a taste of the kingdom of the Love of God. One of my responses to my experience of the Love of God fleshed out in Jesus was to sing “Jesus loves me” unabashedly like a child. And I wanted to tell everyone I met, “Jesus loves us, both you and me. No matter who we are or how broken we are, we are known from the inside out and loved anyway. And we are all children to God. We think we know so much, but in the big scheme of things, we haven’t got a clue. Not even is we’re the greatest scientist ever known or have learned all the Scriptures by heart. We still would not have a clue.
But as we encounter that tender love in the blessings and coincidences in our lives, we can begin to take time to quietly savor that love and let its gentle touch heal our wounds and free us to forgive ourselves and then to celebrate that forgiveness by letting it flow out to others.
When the hard times come to stretch us and we wonder where the loving God of Jesus is, the challenge becomes to persevere through our doubts and fears, not to deny them, but to wait for glimpses of God’s Love even in them. Which brings the grace to grow even closer to God in our suffering. Along the journey we will begin to feel loved enough to recognize parts of ourselves that we haven’t faced. And as we open to God’s Love even in our shame, those parts are healed and we become free of their control. Sometimes we have experiences of God’s slightly warped sense of humor and discover how humility frees us. This is all about the difference between secondhand religion and a relationship.
Prophets
by Richard Rohr with commentary by Eileen Norman
Prophets by Richard Rohr
Like most of us, the prophets started not only with judgmentalism and anger but also with a superiority complex of placing themselves above others. Then, they move from that anger and judgmentalism to a reordered awareness in which they become more like God: more patient like God, more forgiving like God, more loving like God.
There was a deep need, then and now, for someone who would call the people to return to God and to justice. Someone who would warn them, critique them, and reveal God’s heart to them. We call them prophets, and every religion needs them.
There are plenty of prophets among us now in every church and society, and it is vitally important that we listen to them, support them, and protect them. Often, they are not formally aligned with religion, yet they are deeply influenced by its deepest values.
Eileen
I like this, but I think the prophets become more loving by understanding why people struggle with their message, that it is from fear. I think the prophets knew the love of God, because they often had a firsthand experience of it. And only then were they freed to be humble, to recognize and admit that they too had limited understanding. Some people value the past, others live in the present moment, some are focused on the visible concrete world, others on people around them, and a few focus on possibilities both positive and negative in the future. All of these ways of being in the world are gifts from God and we didn’t get a vote.
We need ALL those gifts. The problem is twofold: we don’t understand that, and we react in fear of the differences. And fear leads to a struggle for power over the other ways of seeing and being in the world.
The gifts were made for balance, for learning from the past, for celebrating the present, for making the physical world work for all of us, for valuing all God’s human children, and for recognizing new possibilities both positive and negative of the future.
Somehow, soon, we must begin to value all the gifts of God and find a way to make them work together for the good of ALL. To stop pushing each other to extremes and taking turns using our power in ways that unbalance life on earth. It’s fast becoming a matter of survival of our planet and all that is on it, including ALL of us.
I Apologize by Old and Blessed
If you’re reading this two-hundred years from now and the globe is simmering from sauna-like heat and humidity, I apologize. If crops are facing challenges never seen in human history, I apologize. If the oceans are slowly meandering to the back yards of coastal homes, I apologize. If it’s difficult to plan outdoor activities because you’ve no idea what the weather is going to be like from one minute to the next, I apologize. If you live in a world where death rates are elevated no matter the advancements in medical technology, I apologize. If the gap between the haves and the have-nots has widened instead of contracting, I apologize. If history tells you that we were aware of what we should have done to give you a better inheritance, but we were too busy chasing money and too afraid of being woke, I apologize. My prayer is that you can fix the mess we gave you and that you will finally take the lessons history offered and make a better world. If you choose not to accept my apologies, I understand. I wish you Godspeed! I’m old and blessed…hope you
Is Our Suffering Redemptive for Others?
To me the root of sin is fear. We dull fear with pleasure and we try to fight it with power. And human power is an illusion…..as Adam and Eve found out. A tiny, microscopic germ can wipe us out. The question of why the good suffer is confusing. Perhaps accepting suffering and trusting the grace of God to get us through it is somehow redemptive not just for us, but possibly for those that don’t get it together with God until the last minute or even until they see God. This may be wishful thinking on my part because of being the matriarch of five generations, some of whom don’t seem to be getting it together with or without God in a world that is increasingly scary. Perhaps our suffering somehow helps those we love unconditionally. Perhaps like Jesus, we can say, “Father, forgive them. They know not what they do.” If we who are imperfect can hurt for them and forgive, surely a God who is Love does.
Civil Dialogue, the Key to Empathy
Empathy is tricky. It’s different from caring. We can care about people without a clue as to what is going on inside them. And it’s easier to have empathy for people who are like us, who respond the way we do to things or ideas or people and who share our culture and language. Extreme differences can make us ill at ease around others. The differences can be in looks, color, age, mental or physical ability, nationality, economic, cultural or even religious.
My mother grew up in the early 1900’s in Mississippi. There were only a few Catholics there and they Polish immigrants who all lived in one neighborhood. As a child she believed the nuns she saw when passing their school on a bus wore headdresses because they had horns.
Though some people are more interested and curious than afraid of differences, most are not. And negative experiences with a person different from us can make us nervous around all others like them.
Empathy comes easier with people who are most like us. Without time spent in intentional dialogue with those different from us, it is impossible to understand them enough to trust them or work together.
At this time in our own nation, we have become drastically alienated from people who only differ in their politics. And communication across that ravine has become almost impossible. So even with all our similarities it is impossible to have empathy for one another.
Without goodwill civil dialogue is impossible. Our language, our demeanor, our tone, misinformation, projections from our painful experiences build walls of fear and anger. We are like wounded porcupines unable to kiss and make up.
Both sides have lost perspective on what damage this is doing to America. Violence is becoming more and more common and even acceptable. Nobody wins in a civil war. More Americans were killed in our civil war than in all our other wars. We don’t see that if we don’t learn to work together for the good of all, we will self-destruct as a Nation. Get rid mental and verbal barbed wire and reach out.