MaryBeth LaMont

In a recent magazine article, an Iowa columnist described a chance encounter with his homeless brother. While visiting and shopping in Chicago with his wife, he happened upon a man rooting in a trash can on Michigan Avenue. When the man’s head popped out of the trash can, the columnist recognized him as his brother, whom he had not seen in over three years. A conversation ensued, then both went on their respective ways. The columnist wrote that every detail of that chance encounter remains etched in his memory. Furthermore, he wrote that on his frequent trips to Chicago, whenever he walks by that trash can it is “a kind of sacred relic that calls out my name every time I walk by.” I am sure it is.

What things, and I do mean things, in your life are a kind of “sacred relic” that points to something greater than itself to you? I suspect we may have multiple things that do this for us. I have the hunting knife of one grandfather, whom I knew, and a Bible of another grandfather who died long before my birth. One of the more unique things for me is a palm tree growing in our front yard. I did not put it there. I suspect a bird “planted” it. The Washington palms, common in Arizona, grow like weeds as their seed scatters. The reason, however, that I like palm trees is because prior to moving to Arizona, every time in my life I was where palm trees were growing, was a time I was on vacation, relaxing and having fun. Somehow all these palms around us here seem to
act subconsciously on me to lighten my mood. I allowed this one to sprout and grow. It is now almost 40 feet tall.

Having recently celebrated Christmas, the birth of God incarnate in the baby Jesus, I am reminded though this is God’s primary way of relating to us, through each other, God is not limited to human flesh or words. God is not above using things, material goods, even, to touch us. In worship we use water for baptism, bread and wine for Holy Communion, material matter to come and touch us in powerful ways.

I am not sure it is God using the Chicago trash can for that columnist or palm trees for me, but I do trust God is not above using anything at God’s or our disposal to bring some word to us. Who has not ever thought of God at least once while watching a beautiful sunset? Can we not see the grandeur and beauty of God as we gaze down and look around while standing on the Grand Canyon’s rim? While you and I might find strange those who speak of vortexes in Sedona, we can share with them the beauty of creation surrounding that Northern Arizona community.

Churches have always used art to communicate particularly back in the days of great illiteracy. Stained glass windows, sculptures, and paintings told the stories of the Bible through art. Even now in our literary days, such artwork can communicate not only the biblical stories to us, but above all, communicate the story and beauty of God to us.

Often, we long for the spiritual in our faith. We long for that which cannot be seen but may be felt or somehow experienced. We long for that which might, if only for a moment, take us away from and out of life’s struggles and transport us to some, however brief, place of peace, solace, or joy. Well and good. But don’t miss that which might be right around you.

Ours is a very material faith, finding it’s grounding in the stuff of the world and in this very life. Rejoice, too, when God is not too proud to reach out to us through the very materials of the world. We can say it was God who created such things as palm trees and inspired authors to write the Bible. I’m not sure God wants credit for hunting knives or trash cans. Yet God’s creativity passed on to us has produced these and so much more. God is so desirous of reaching out to us, God is unafraid to stoop to any level, anything to do so.

By now, I am assuming, your Christmas tree is down and either stored somewhere in your residence or by the curb awaiting a bulk collection day from your city’s trash services. Decorations are down and yet, like ghosts of Christmas past, a few pine needles, a couple shiny flecks of glitter, and the one small candle you forgot to put into the Christmas decoration box, remain to both annoy you and remind you of a special time now passed. Family and guests once gathered are gone, and home seems a bit empty now.

January is like one, long, Monday, isn’t it? The month can be a bit of a downer, perhaps more so in pandemic times when rates rise. When I worked in a Lutheran nursing home, the Executive Director of Lutheran Welfare Service that operated the home, always had a big party in January for all the staff. He titled it, “The “After the Holidays Blues Party”. His thought was to not compete with all the parties and busyness of December, but to have something to do and look forward to in a month often devoid of celebration and joy.

How to handle the mundane? How to handle down times in life? These can be challenges for us all at times. Most of us do okay and bounce back, often with the help of being with others and/or having something meaningful to do. Some struggle with issues far deeper than moving past the holidays and often need someone or something very specific to help them move forward.

As I listen to Christians, particularly many pastors and church leaders, often I hear in one form or another we are called to be positive. Think positively and the world will be your oyster. Others seem to think we are called to spread fear. “If you die today, do you know where you would go, “is often the beginning of the kind of fear distributed. Which are you? Eternal optimist? Negative naysayer?

Whatever our makeup, I don’t think God calls the followers of Jesus to be positive or negative thinkers. Jesus seemed to be all over the place. “Your faith has made you well; Go tell that fox, Herod!…” Jesus seemed to be appropriate to the time and occasion. Jesus seemed to respond with proper emotion and attitude to each person and happening. Perhaps this is what God calls us to do. Perhaps this is how God created us to be.

Certainly, for Christians who follow the one of the cross, we can be honest with how we might be feeling. While we may not have to jump and shout for joy, our happiness at a given moment can be displayed. Likewise we need not scream and carry on because we are angry, but it is more than fair….often necessary….that we not let anger build, but instead acknowledged and admitted. A definition of depression that has stuck with me is that depression is “anger turned inward, usually triggered by a loss either real or perceived.”

So, mope around a bit in January. Acknowledge you miss the warmth of your decorated home during the holidays and those gathered. Find something worthwhile to do. Create your own version of “Blues Party” if only for yourself. Pretending January is just like December won’t help unless you actually are relieved once holidays pass. Be yourself. Be who you are. Be real. And don’t worry, Jesus will come again. The good news is we don’t have to wait eleven months for Jesus to come. Jesus walks through both blue times and times that are brightly lighted. From time-to-time Jesus will surprise us and come. While our decorations may be in storage, the joy of an incarnate God has not been shelved away. Now go clean up those needles and glitter and don’t let that forgotten candle bother you.