Saturday, November 14, 2009

Book Review: The Sacred Meal

The Sacred Meal by Nora Gallagher is one of eight books in the The Ancient Practices series which cover spiritual disciplines of the Christian faith. According to the book’s introduction, Gallagher explores communion as an experience of “waiting, receiving, and afterward.”

My personal church experience has not included a strong emphasis on the practice of communion, so I came to this book with the hope of gaining a greater appreciation and understanding of this “ancient practice.” Not only was I disappointed in this regard, but I was unclear as to why communion was important for Gallagher in her faith.

The Sacred Meal includes many stories of and reflections on Gallagher’s life – experiences with friends and family and service within the Church. While these were enjoyable to read, I felt that she never fully resolved how any of these stories were related to the practice of communion, nor did they in any way compel me to more actively participate in communion myself.

Gallagher claims to be Episcopalian but impresses me as being far more Unitarian in her belief system. She discusses the importance of social justice and social action to the point of exhaustion. She compares the practice of communion to the Jewish Seder and the Muslim Ramadan, and describes a nearly mythical experience at a Muslim prayer meeting. Near the end of the book, she recounts a story of encountering the spirit of her recently deceased brother in the “burning of the bulrushes, in the light and in the birds.”

I was disturbed by Gallagher’s theology, and I was disappointed that The Sacred Meal failed in its intended purpose as a manual on the ancient practice of communion.

I do NOT recommend this book.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Evangelism Epic Fail

I wouldn't say that I ever aggressively witnessed to my friend Anne. But we spent a lot of hours together in her art studio - throwing pottery, jamming to Andy Narell, drinking chai, and having long conversations about life, the universe, and everything.

Anne knew what I believed. God is an integral part of all that I do and think, and is thus a natural part of conversation for me. I certainly never demanded that she accept Christ as her savior, but I did try to lead her to believe that God loves her and has a destiny for her to walk in.

How can I explain how I felt when I read in the newspaper that she was arrested, charged with breaking into cars, stealing wallets and purses, and using the credit cards she'd stolen? And one of the incidents occurred only one day after she and I had spent the day in her art studio.

Apparently I've had no influence in her life whatsoever. Evangelism epic fail.

I hold onto the belief, however, that God works all things together for good, and that somehow He will use the horror of what she is now experiencing to draw her unto Himself.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Tuesdays Unwrapped: Remembrance


take the time to unwrap the small, secret gift of the everyday





My cousin Amber took the above picture when she and I went on a day-long shopping excursion. We made a short side trip to visit the park where I gave my heart to God one chilly night almost eleven years ago - a stunning awe-filled moment when I truly grasped, for the first time, the depth of my sin and the power of Jesus' redemption.

May I never lose the wonder,
The wonder of the cross.
May I see it like the first time
Standing as a sinner lost,
Undone by mercy and left speechless,
Watching wide eyed at the cost.




Today I'm unwrapping the gift of remembrance...