Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Mama Maggie of Cairo

From my perspective, the Global Leadership Summit is always a wild adventure. Every year God moves, stirs and shakes things up, and our hope as creatives is to stay alert and attuned to His activity, whenever and wherever it reveals itself. One compelling evidence of this stirring of God’s Spirit is the presence of Mama Maggie of Cairo in Session 5.
She is a unique, disarming leader with a deep soul and a resounding mission.  Her roots run deep in the Coptic Christian tradition.  Born into a family of doctors in the upper echelon of Egyptian society,  she became a professor at American University, the most prestigious university in Egypt.  She knew everybody who was anybody in the glitterati of Cairo.  She had wealth, status, influence and elegance. 

And she let go of it all because her heart was pulled by God into an entirely other world.
She found her heart broken by Mokattam, Garbage City, where Cairo's refuse and rubbish is dumped, processed, harvested, recycled, and repurposed by a community that ekes out a meager livelihood.  The children often walk barefoot among the trash and filth that lines the street and fills the yards.
When she toured Garbage City, Mama Maggie saw past the smell and the mountains of trash and saw the children.  She saw Christ in their eyes, and their infinite potential.  She began to visit them regularly in their shack homes, befriending them and their families.  She listened to them, engaged them, and came to care about them deeply.  Their need for help was so pervasive, she began to enlist others to come alongside her to share in her labor of love. 
As a result, this ministry, which she calls Stephen’s Children, has grown into a dynamo of transformation.  For the past 25 years, she has led a growing army of  home visitors, teachers and helpers, numbering almost 1500 now, most of them young Christ-followers, who agree to give at least two years to this missionSome of them stay much longer.  She inspires them and develops them into compassionate Christ-centered leaders.   They devote themselves to educating these children, spiritually mentoring them, caring for their medical needs, teaching them about hope, and preparing them for a future in a world full of new options.   Last year, more than 30,000 children were impacted deeply by this ongoing ministry.
It’s a compelling story when a woman of elegance, means and high position throws it all away and becomes a Mother Teresa.  

Mama Maggie’s decision to say no to the values of the prevailing social-climbing culture, and yes to the downward pull of the poorest of the poor, has given the families of Mokattam, and now other areas of Egypt as well, a dignity of soul that God has seen in them all along.  She and her team have given themselves fully to revealing and nurturing that bright promise, and lifting the entire community--one child, one family at a time. 

Mama Maggie will grace our stage during Session 5, Friday morning.
We’d love it if you would pray not only for her, but for the entire Summit event.  God continues to stir and move and shape and surprise. 

And we want to be ready. 
The Global Leadership Summit happens this Thursday and Friday, August 11-12, broadcast from Willow Creek Community Church in South Barrington, IL.   There are satellite-linked sites near most major cities in the U.S.  It will then be experienced on a delayed basis in the next several months in countries around the globe.



Friday, August 5, 2011

Ramping up to The Global Leadership Summit 2011!

Revving up the engines. Wondering what wondrous surprises the Great Creator has in mind.


I'll be back up to speed here on this blog after the Summit push is complete.  In the meantime, I so hope some of you get to experience the event!  Watch for Mama Maggie, Session 5, Friday morning. That session will contain a lot of Soul.  :-)


Pray for us, if you will!  For the teams, for tech to go well, for sync to sites all over North America, for our faculty, for our interviewers, for presence of mind, physical energy, organizational fluidity and tuned-in spirits.  God will move... I just know it.  

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

scribbling

...Jesus declared, “I tell you the truth, no one can see the kingdom of God unless he is born again.”
“How can a man be born when he is old?” Nicodemus asked. “Surely he cannot enter a second time into his mother’s womb to be born!” (John 3:3-4)

I see how important it is to become like a child to enter the Kingdom of God, to approach Him.  How do we with our sophistication, our learnings, our language,  our history, our ingrained patterns, do this?  We can’t go back in time... How can I do it?  Do I study harder?  Focus harder?  Do I make myself be quiet for long stretches of time? Assume a certain posture?

Maybe we need to purposefully, intentionally let go of our jaded adulthood.  Not going back in time, but… beyond time. 

I know too much, I've learned too much.  And I get too cerebral and earthbound.  I default to automatic responses...autopilot.  In so doing I numb out, and drift too far away from the God I want to really love.  To become childlike in the sense I think God is hoping for, I have to purposefully forget stuff.  Forget my preconceptions, my culture, my history... even my style of praying.  So..

I experimented...I started writing letters to God… purposefully stream of consciousness.


Praying freestyle on the page.  Breaking the rules of composition. Keeping the pen moving, without punctuation or forethought or editing very few capitals or even rules of grammar.  at times I just let it fly unlearning UNLEARNING every buzz phrase I ever learned every church word spiritual word knowing nothing nothing except God except my shepherd who knows me and every brain wave and every pain and every hope and every dream unlearning and stopping the reasoning and worry lists and ever infringing sense of rights and responsibilities going right brain and letting it flow..

I think you get the idea. 

The other day I stumbled across one of my first experiments in this practice—a letter I scrawled to God back in 1998.  

At the time I believe I was on a beach (that always helps) …I had a small pad of paper (sunscreen smudges and all) and I just wanted to let go of all effort and preconceptions and keep the pen moving from right to left on the page, without thinking, without crafting, without forethought - directing my thoughts and feelings Godward as best I could. 

Not great literature.  Not even close.  But it's written prayer from the gut--doing an end run around my mind.  That's what had to happen.  That's what makes it an effective practice for me.

Here’s what I scrawled out, freestyle, back then:

scribbling

move in motion
move in steps
move where you lead
i will go
i have no reason
to resist
i have no mind
turned on now
i want just to
see your smile
i hope you will
love this love
i hope you will
love this hope
baby steps
toward your heart
i could be your
flowing blood
i could swim
into your flood
of living water
this is true
and clear and pure
and visceral
this is hope
in raw form
this is peace
a child in your arms
i try not to try
just alone in love
alone in floating
closer to your heart
short phrases
can say so much
prayers don’t have
to be so long
i could be a man of fewer words
i could be a servant
in your temple
reading the signs
moving slow
resting simple
in a heart
that is let go
i feel the rhythm
i find the things
that are real
inside me
looking for the passageway
from me to you
from you to me
jacob’s ladder
where angels ascend
and descend
from heaven to earth
i am looking for the passageway
i will tread carefully
not wanting to be misled
by any other
only led by you
don’t let me be led astray
i want only your heart
only your heart
only your mind
i want to connect
only to the vine
--

Maybe this is a practice you'd want to try--praying freestyle onto the page..  It's easier than you think.  Baby steps.  And it can be liberating.  And maybe, like me, you'll see its potential as you look for a useful way to move your heart and soul closer to God.
I'd love to hear your thoughts...

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Spirit

A few weeks ago, my nephew Josh took part in a 20-mile Wisconsin trail run, most of it in the dark, a lot of it alone, lit only by a headlamp. Dangerous. Amazing. He called it a deeply spiritual experience... His adventure got my mind going, pondering the countless wild untamed mysteries of God's Spirit:

Spirit

native scouts and hunters
stood by these waters and soaked You in
felt Your soul in the brisk wind
calling forth echoes in the dawn
echoes in the sunset
running the trails
marked off by crackling campfires
the cry of wolves 
and unknown animal eyes reflecting

Spirit.

deep calling to Deep, and Deep echoing back
in a voice we can barely make out
and have not yet unraveled.
such a wild wind, the Pneuma.
You soar across the prairie
and the atmosphere swirls the dry dust in reply.
You speak a saving grace
and the skies turn loose sheets of wild water
releasing life, reviving the land.

so little we know.

so little we understand.

in our better moments we make an honest try of it.
You walk through the prairie and it shivers
and we the poets and painters scramble
to capture what we can
before we miss it.
You quicken the artist's mind and steady her hand,
free flow shape sharp brush angle and balance color
proportion, precision -
all this is only the whisper of a hint.

meanwhile you rustle the forests
unsettle the wetlands
You glide dark through deep oceans
stirring seismic dances in caves and underground canyons

the globe spins and sings
altering its orbit at the sound of Your song.
furious joy, love that breaks open rock
feeds lakes
and plants seeds in the forest
seeds in the minds of poets and engineers
architects and inventors.
the mighty gale blows and recedes.
in its wake the soft breeze heals,
a salve, a balm, a redemption,
a second chance singing through the branches of late summer.

so little we know.

we go
about our hummings and doings and goings and comings
and barely take notice of the little cataclysms -
the shift in the air pressure
the upper storms, the night dreams 
the cry of car horns and the weeping of sirens
the percussion of tires on small buckles of pavement
the Great Whisper
the Song, the sun glow
the Dance, and the Eye upon us,
the rhythm of the sails
the patter of the early rain
the pattern of the night campfires
as seen from the high cliffs
smoke rising into thin air

still

be alert

eyes and ears open

attentive
like the dawn and dusk ritual
of ancient tribal scouts by the lake watching
some century ago
right here

attending, silent
to the rustle of the Great Soul
the Word almost imperceptible - hear it?

I AM

--
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain.   -Psalm 139:6     (also...see Job chapters 32-40)

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

what a day it will be

I lost one of my best friends over the weekend, to cancer.  Pastor Mark Steele was a man who absolutely poured his life into loving God and shepherding people.  We will miss him beyond words.  Corinne's and my heart are with his family and his church.  I'm posting this lyric from a song I wrote years ago, as a tribute to Mark, as he moves from life to Life, and as a reminder to all of us of the hope we can hold. 


...I'll miss you, Cap'n.  


what a day it will be


what a day it's gonna be
when as last your captive heart beats free
and all that is within you sings
in heaven's own harmony
sweet release from all your darkest fears
the sound of laughter that's been lost for years
you'll never cry another lonely tear
as your sad heart finally
finally sings

hallelujah
what a day it will be

all those angels that you've never seen
watching over you behind the scenes
will at last have reached their goal
presenting you restored and whole
just watch the Father laugh and smile
lifting up His joyful child
and hear the host of heaven sing
in a sweet and soulful angel choir singing

hallelujah
what a day it will be
hallelujah
what a day it will be

even now in the in between
we could write it off as an impossible dream
but it's more than a dream to me
'cause even now i can see
enough to believe






Tuesday, May 31, 2011

coffee shop prayer

Sitting in a coffee shop this morning, getting re-centered and recalibrated, scrawling out a prayer to the One who can soothe me, steer me, and draw my unsettled soul back home.

Lord 
Teacher
Healer

endpoint of my longing

hear my silent secret cries
heart to heart
deep to deep
wordlessly, longingly

without You who am I
chaos in flesh and bone
scrambling in all directions
accelerated heartbeat with no point
no direction
no substance

but this morning You call 
and with Your help
I focus on Your voice
and at last 
I come 

like a puppy
wanting to please You
wanting to bring that smile
and to stop the running for long enough
to land and settle
in Your broad joy
and laughing approval

to rest content 
and feel Your heartpulse

following You
listening and responding
linked by soul
a holy artery
I sense the steering inside
and wait
for the next command

pliable
and at peace

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

it's IN me

For prophets, poets, artists, and anyone with a voice that needs to be heard... it IS in you, isn't it.
 
But if I say, “I will not mention him or speak any more in his name,” his word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones. I am weary of holding it in; indeed, I cannot.
         Jeremiah 20:9


it’s IN me


it’s IN me
can’t help it
God gave it
woe be to me if I don't proclaim it

I’ll bang it out on a drum

take away my drumsticks
  I’ll pluck it on a guitar
take away the guitar
  I’ll plunk it on a keyboard
take away the keyboard
  I’ll click it on a keypad
take away the keypad
  I’ll scrawl it out in pen and ink
take away the pen
  I have a voice, I’ll sing it out
stop up my voice
  I’ll dance it out with my feet
trip up my feet
  I’ll make signs with my hands
bind my hands
  it’ll shine in my eyes
shut my eyes
  you can’t shut my soul

so give it up
and let it go

woe be to me if I don't express it
God gave it
can’t help it
it’s IN me

and it's got to come out


Monday, May 16, 2011

kept

Hey friends.. sorry I haven't posted for a while... I've been working intensively on arts content for the Leadership Summit... and also absorbed with this situation, always on the back burner of my mind:


I have a friend who's in a physical battle for his health and his life.  A network of good friends are praying intensively for his body.  This prayer, imagined from God's point of view, is for his spirit.  


(maybe it's for you, too, or someone you know)....


kept


Keep your mind 
on what you know 
to be true

Keep your soul
held whole
in this place 
in this peace
where none can break down the door

I am your Father
I am your family
I will hold you
warm under my wings
in this space

No matter where you must go
hold this home in your heart

I will keep your secrets holy
your dreams intact
until you can pick them up again
I will keep you together
give you the reason to rise tomorrow
secured in this warmth
and this truth

Look into my invisible eyes 
hold my gaze now 
and know

I will enclose your beating soul
in this inner protection 
the hint of which you now feel
know it is solid 
forever 
and real

Let go of you
into my hands
Give over your heart
Release what you think you need
into the arms of your perfect Provider
I will see to it 
and see to you
The life is in letting go

You find your life in the letting go

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

song lyric: enough

I wrote this song as a way to communicate trust in God--right when it seems that there's not enough of anything.


enough

what You give me is enough
i'm empty now but nothing is beyond You
You feed thousands easily
and You'll move mountains if i believe
You'll move mountains if i believe

how You made me is enough
there's no point in being a pretender
to play the role of someone else
it's enough just to be myself
You invite me to be myself

how You use me is enough
i don't need a greater reputation
i will harvest gratefully
the plot of land You gave to me
the plot of land You gave to me

my best is all You ask of me
i don't need more than You provide for me
i'll do the best i can
with what i have
and what i have
will be enough for me.

Friday, April 22, 2011

good friday: broken and blessed

O how broken this world
that it would take God's
impalement to redeem it.

O how stunning that God
would submit to that death
to heal it
rather than walking
away and letting it spin to its own
extinction, destroying itself
with every revolution, choking
on its own pride.

God's deep love was too strong
and could not
let it die...
even now His love prevails
over all His reasons to
walk
away.

Blessed be the name of the 
LORD.

Monday, April 18, 2011

one last meal

I tried to envision being in the room, in a corner, like a reporter, taking down notes and impressions during Jesus' last meal with his inner circle. I wrote this as part of a theater piece staged for a Good Friday service.  The stage was lit with what seemed like a thousand candles. But now imagine a lamplit Middle Eastern room from two millenia past, looking nothing like we in the West have imagined. Imagine being there in that moment, and reflecting on what you were seeing and hearing.


one last meal

with the noise of the throng
still pulsing in your brain
you pulled together your people
your inner circle
and took them
away

away from the melee and the white hot spotlight
away from the conspiracies in dark corners
the plots to kill
the intrigue the betrayal

away

away to breathe
to gather around a simple table
as brothers
as friends
for one
last
meal

as the night closed in
you bent down
and poured water over their feet
washed them clean
broke open bread and poured out wine

you blew their minds

your words rang so cryptic in their ears
they could hardly hear
through their fear

look at me--

look at me
keep your focus, you said
it will get dark
darker than this
darker than the blackest night
but trust what i've said
in the light

you know far more than you think you do
you are not abandoned
i will come for you
stay together
do not cave to fear
there is so much more here than meets the eye
your gasping pain will turn to joy

look at me
focus
stay as one
don't split up, don't scatter
when it all comes down
one thing matters

one thing you must remember

when my blood spills

when my body's cracked in two...

it's for you

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

what i wouldn't give (a forgotten verse 2)

Some good friends did some archaeological excavation to find and salvage charts for this song, and in so doing a second verse turned up...  I had forgotten about it... ahhh yeah... it all comes back to me now..


imagine letting go
of everything a king deserves
and kneeling down to serve
that's what I've gladly done for you

I'll serve you all the way
to a cross upon a hill
where My royal blood will spill
that's what I choose to do

what more could I give
to know we'll be together
forever and forever
through all eternity

the time is drawing near
when you'll know Who I am
you'll finally understand
at last you'll know
there's nothing I wouldn't give

what i wouldn't give

Years ago, Rory Noland and I wrote a piece of music theater called The Choice, based on the final week of Jesus’ life on earth.  There was a scene depicting the Last Supper--Jesus trying to explain to his protégés what was about to happen in the violent days to come.  It was beyond their comprehension, and He must have felt so alone.  This lyric is from a song played as this action was taking place on stage, as I tried to envision Jesus’ thoughts and emotions in that last moment with his mystified students. 


what I wouldn’t give
to help you understand
the beauty of the plan
designed to set you free

what I wouldn't give
if you only knew
what I’m about to do for you
and what you mean to me     

what I wouldn't give
to know we’ll be together
forever and forever
through all eternity   

I’m longing for the day
when you’ll see who I am
you’ll finally understand
at last you’ll know

there’s nothing I wouldn't give


Jesus, I realize that most of the time You walked on this planet, You were misunderstood.  That must have been so hard on Your spirit.  Two millenia later, I don't want to miss the point.. the nature of who You are, what You came to earth to do and to teach.  I want to focus, to listen, key in... make every effort to get inside Your head...and Your heart.  

Sunday, April 3, 2011

help for the cells


This is a prayer for a loved one to be put back together.  I'm digging for every resource of trust and inner imagination I have, trying to focus them, and place them into God's hands. The war between faith and fear is fierce.

I believe
I say it again
I believe

that right now
with the deepest of mercy
your timeless eyes
look upon her as she sleeps
and you are moved to heal.

you see every cell
every organ
you know her bloodstream
her history
the complex of neural highways
your expert eyes identify 
every miscue
every misfire
the misunderstandings between systems
the shocks and toxins
the warring factions
the accumulated insults

but

one whisper of a command from you
and all systems 
surrender

and the healing begins.

your purifying
clarifying
light
is coarsing through her
now.

perfection and grace
doing their corrective work
flowing down every pathway
every cell and every control. 

all things fall into line,
into cooperation
at your command-
at your reassurance. 

inner tides restore their balance,
their clockwork symmetry.

her breathing unlabors
her synapses cool down
alarms relax 
and flight responses let go

life and light
clarity, serenity
perfect rhythm
perfect peace
a dance in synchronicity.

the work of belief has taken hold--

renewal complete. 

exhale.  sigh. 

restoration.

thank
you
beyond
words.

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