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The Afterglow of Easter

Evangelical parents of gays and lesbians find the subject of homosexuality extremely troubling.  Two sources contribute greatly to this view: pulpit sermons and social mores.

tarnishedIn 2008, I wrote Tarnished Haloes, Open Hearts hoping my experiences with a gay brother and a gay son would open doors for dialog and acceptance.  Like an ever-spiraling circle Tarnished Haloes, Open Hearts, from its inception, bought me treasured remarks.  Sometimes it came as a soft whisper of acceptance, as if the person didn’t quite know how to express their view.  Strong notes of affirmation and acceptance came from the community where I now live, from parishioners who know my son or me personally, and from of host of friends.

I found your book moving, enlightening and inspiring. I have a good relationship with my gay son.

Your writing comes from deep inside.  I feel honored that you shared your growth in life so openly.  Your understanding of the Bible matches mine.  My lesbian daughter is a joy for me.

I felt your voice and conviction in the Lord.  Your book is an outstanding accomplishment.

Lynelle & Johnny

In April 2019, a group met in Knoxville for the 19th annual Judson-Rice Award Dinner given by Nurturing Faith to honor Wayne Smith for his outstanding work with people living with HIV.  Dr. John Pierce,  Nurturing Faith’s executive editor, also elected to give recognition to several authors.  Each honoree received a framed copy of the jacket of their published book.  John introduced me with my six books as their most prolific writer and told the following story:

One day I asked a minister friend if he’d trust me with 15 dollars.  The minister said yes and I in return handed him a copy of Lynelle Mason’s Tarnished Haloes, Open Hearts.  When the minister got around to reading the book he immediately called me saying, “Here I am thinking I’m thinking I’m way ahead of others in preaching inclusion while this little old lady has been doing it for over 40 years!”

The after glow of Easter reminds me that Jesus expects each of us to be ministers by encouraging each other and demonstrating in tangible ways there is a place at his table for everyone.

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Katharine Bruner, A Treasured Joy!

For my spiritual growth during Lent, 2019, I’ve joined with a group of friends at First Baptist Church of Chattanooga to study the book, Because of This I Rejoice by Max O. Vincent. Our springboard for reflection and celebration is Paul’s letter to the Philippians.Because-of-This-I-Rejoice-1

Paul’s letter to the church at Philippi resonates with the word JOY.  Thus our study sessions include Joyful Prayer, Joyful Witness, Joyful Humility, Joyful Hospitality, Joyful Asceticism, and Joyful Giving.

Our home preparation includes:

First Reading: Daily reading a selected passage from Philippians and considering how the passage relates to the Philippians.

Second Reading:  Contemplate what the passage says to me about how I practice the discipline in my life.  I am encouraged to jot down/journal my thoughts and insights.

Finally:  Read the passage as a closing act of worship.


As I reflect on those persons who have and continue to inspire me to become more authentic as a Christian believer I’m thankful for Katharine Bruner, better known to her friends as Katsy.

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Katharine Everett Bruner
November 9, 1929 ~ March 6, 2019 (age 89)

The very thought of Katsy ignites my heart with joyful feelings.

We’d been members of First Baptist Church of Chattanooga for several years before our friendship blossomed.  In 2008, Katsy and I, now senior citizens, joined with a medium adult family group

from FBC to spend a week assisting a struggling CBF mission community at Never Fail, near Sparta, Tennessee.  Katsy and I helped with the food preparation and spent lots of time washing huge pots and pans.  We helped sort out a trailer full of clothing by size and gender.  We assisted in weeding a garden plot, mingled with the people and children of the community and participated in Vacation Bible School each evening.

To save on expenses five of us seniors occupied one room at a local Sparta motel. During our down time we did what women everywhere do:  we shared our stories, played board games and made sure we made at least one trip a day to get a cone of ice cream.

It was during this downsize time I realized Katsy was pure gold!  She was intelligent, witty, thoughtful and discerning.  We both had married men who became pastors of Southern Baptist churches. Katsy and I had also pursued occupations in public schools.  Consequently we always could conjure up a discussion.

Katsy, I discovered during our Never Fail days, loved to play board games and she loved to win.  If you know me at all you know that I too enjoy playing board games and I love to win.

It didn’t take me long to find out she had a high view of biblical interpretation and that she found herself at home with those in society who needed her most.

Katsy died on March 6, 2019.  Every Lenten season I’ll remember how Katsy loved life, valued her family and friends, was always growing intellectually and spiritually.

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Education Proves Key in Two Diverse Memoirs with Common Threads

west_9780399590504_jkt_all_r2.inddSince writing my own memoir, Tarnished Haloes, Open Hearts in 2008 I’m often drawn to the memoirs of others.  From the moment I began to read Tara Westover’s memoir, Educated, I couldn’t put it down.  I kept thinking:  “The next chapter will be the one here she defies her father’s screwed-up ultimatums.” Instead she repeatedly returned to her dysfunctional family knowing she’d be physically abused by one of her brothers while her parents refused to call his hand.

I’m working on a memoir for Phyllis Edwards Miller, who despite spending her childhood and youth strapped in a family overwhelmed with economic and social barriers, casts her dream of becoming a medical doctor toward her education. From her entry in the first grade onward, Phyllis latches on to education to fulfill her dream of becoming an M.D.

Thus, I have found it intriguing to consider the similarities, as well as the radical differences, on education shared by Phyllis and Tara.

First, let me state my premise. Both women are mentally gifted individuals endowed with strong self-determination goals who find their lives expanded through education.  From that point on their differences abound.

Mr. Westover, Tara’s father, is a Mormon survivalist whose interpretation of Scripture leads him to isolate his family from many things—among them is public education.  Tara is 17 before she steps foot in a classroom!

Mr. Edwards, Phyllis’ father, whose mother taught school, strongly backed the pursuit of education for his children.  Phyllis was like a sponge, absorbing the offerings of academia.

Hospitals and doctors are on Tara’s father’s “bad list”.  Consequently when Tara and other members of her family become sick the only cure they’re offered comes from Tara’s mother, an unlicensed, self-proclaimed midwife.

While the Edwards family welcome doctors and medicine they cringe over the cost of such services.

Tara grew up in rural Idaho where her family, consisting of a mother, daddy and six children, was self-quarantined by her father’s psychotic decrees.

Phyllis’ home turf was an isolated rural community in East Tennessee, consisting of a mother, father, one brother, Aunt Laurie, and a host of relatives.

Both Phyllis and Tara were victims of poverty and social mores.  Tara’s situation was far more debilitating than that which Phyllis experienced.  Tara’s father spoke as God’s prophet.  Phyllis’ mother was the religious anchor in their family with her father giving it lip service only.

The home Phyllis grows up in a family welded together by the love and laughter of her mother and a father who had trouble expressing his feelings.  The home Tara grows up in, while displaying several genuine heart moments, is riddled with mental health issues.

For more than 50 weeks Educated has remained on the New York Times bestseller list.  Educated left me with an annoying conclusion:  How can one girl at 17 educate herself enough to pass the entrance exam to Brigham Young University, get a degree from Cambridge, England, then Yale and back again to Cambridge?  While she is piling up a stack of degrees she still returns home, hoping against hope she may change her family!

Please read Educated and share your thoughts with me.  I’d love to read your reactions to this powerful memoir.

MY HOPES FOR 2019

shutterstock_1238137693I plan to watch less national news coverage and to balance my preferences between my favorite and least favorite commentators.

I plan to maintain an inner core of peace, joy, and hope.  This way I’ll accomplish focusing on the things that matter most to me.

I’ll deepen my relationships with family and friends who share my spiritual and vocational goals.

I’ll intentionally increase my contacts with those in my community who need a hug, a love pat, an encouraging smile, or just someone who will listen to them.shutterstock_1226064001

I’ll use my God-given talent as a writer to magnify the lives of lesser-known people who do extraordinary things for others.

I’ll continue to monitor my Type 2 diabetes with check-ups, medication, diet, exercise, meditation, and laughter.

I’ll intentionally accept the “Glorious Impossibles” of life, believing the things that matter most defies our rational minds.

In all aspects of my life may it be said of me that instead of arriving I’m always moving toward becoming. And when, not if, I falter on any of my above goals I’ll work harder at finding something each day that makes me laugh or heightens my joy.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Giving Back Reflects Bible Story

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Advent, always a moving spiritual journey to me, has been greatly enhanced this year. A card I received from my Alan and Timothy reads:

Merry Christmas, Mom!

We have given $1,000 in your honor to the First Baptist Church of Chattanooga Homeless Brunch for 2018.

Love, Alan and Timothy

They also said: Mom, your service and care for those less fortunate inspires us. We know how much you care about the homeless adults and children in Chattanooga and wanted to honor that noble work!

Alan and Timothy were referring to the 12th brunch First Baptist Church, Chattanooga provided for the needy in our midst. I would estimate that, this year, at least 150 of our church members were actively involved in making this venture a huge success. We ministered to well over 300 people despite inclement weather. It was particularly moving to see young children delivering biscuits covered in gravy or handing out orange juice to our guests.

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Me, helping pack bags for clients

Table hostesses, like myself, saw to it that everyone felt welcomed and that no one went away hungry. Volunteers had pre-packed bright red goody bags for the guests that included easy-to-open cans of meat and fruit, socks, body care tools, and even toilet paper. It gave me deep joy to know that all of the $1,000 donated in my behalf went into the goody bag contents.

More than 60 sacks of books and goodies also were given away. A highlight of the brunch was when a pre-teen girl came to my table and handed me a copy of my book, Trailblazer, Part One, asking, “Would you please sign this for me?” All I can say is, “WOW!”

Other brunch-time activities involved the visitors having their picture taken with Santa, gifts being given to each child, and musical offerings were played throughout the morning. Of course, the day involved lots and lots of hugs too!

In Matthew 25: 31-46 Jesus tells a story of what it will be like in the final days. The characters in the story are Jesus, sheep, goats, and massive groups of people in dire circumstances. The King is identifying certain good and bad traits of what he refers to as “Kingdom people.” His distinguishing markers are:

I was hungry and you fed me.
I was thirsty and you gave me a drink.
I was homeless and you gave me clothes.
I was sick and you stopped to visit.
I was in prison and you came to me.

Then Jesus adds the compelling statement, Inasmuch as you did to one of the least of these you did it to Me!

It strikes me quite powerfully that this passage offers no biblical requirements for entry, but it simply addresses a life that responds in loving deeds to the plight of mankind.

G A T E W A Y

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I’M THANKFUL

For my family and friends, both far away and nearby

For meaningful work that makes demands on my mind, heart and physical stamina

For questions that defy simple answers

I’m grateful for the sacred privilege of voting in America, even when my vote fails to win a majority. Expressing my choices is important to my mental health.

For shared laughs and engaging conversations

For worship hymns: those that comfort me; those that confront me

For my host of encouragers

For the indomitable energy of children and youth

For my adult friends who in the midst of great pain express joy

For Signal Mountain vistas that has my heart clapping for joy

For quiet moments I share with God.


Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. ~ Philippians 4:6
I thank my God upon every remembrance of you. ~Philippians 1:3

TIME OUT!

While I enjoy the craft of writing, I find that taking short breaks from such a demanding professional task to be most helpful. My breaks include physical and mental exercises, gardening, and people tending.

My favorite exercise is water aerobics. The group’s camaraderie as we splash through the water is invigorating. In our gym I get serious as I huff and puff on our stair master machine. Once a week I top off my exercise regime by bowling with a small group of friends.
 
I also combine taking long walks with rehashing segments of a manuscript, communing with nature, and meditating on God’s goodness.

For additional mental and spiritual breaks, I lean toward competing against my computer in a game of Scrabble and sipping my morning coffee from my patio as I contemplate Scripture. From this vantage point I drink in the beauty of my flower garden and the bounty of its surroundings.

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My mom was super great at growing flowers, as likewise was her mother before her. In my mid-adult years I never envisioned myself as a gardener. However, today, as a senior adult, I’ve found my flower garden, adjacent to my patio, to be an unexpected and welcome joy.

Now, every May I begin dressing my patio in pink and white Mandevilla and crimson carnations and begin soaking in the beauty provided by three knock-out rose bushes, hydrangeas, rhododendrons, and a variety of plants designated to attract monarch butterflies. My two bird feeders and one hummingbird feeder are in constant use. Nearby is a birdhouse that is currently empty, but it provided a home for two bluebird families this past spring.

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