That’s not the defroster!

As my co-workers and I were getting in the company vehicle to go to an offsite meeting, we discovered that the windshield had frost on it. I turned on–what I thought–was the defroster. Moments later, our driver informed me that his buns were hot! He also mentioned something about a feature called ‘seat warmers.’ I wasn’t familiar with that, so I got out the owners manual and to my shock discovered that, instead of the defroster, I had turned on the seat warmer on his side, which I quickly turned off. (The button is marked just like a defroster only there is a seat image behind it.) I guess the only thing that truly got defrosted was his buns!

Copyright © 2017 by Theresa M. Williams

The Child Will Be King One Day

As I was getting ready one Sunday morning to help my husband with his chaplaincy duties at the airport, I thought about the state of our country. I thought about how there are false news stories, people wanting to thwart the president-elect’s inauguration, and so on. I thought about how sad it is and how those things didn’t exist when I was growing up. Then, suddenly I wanted to sing the words to “The Beautiful Mother,” which is about Mary’s birthing of Jesus. One phrase in particular struck me ‘She listens to heavenly voices. The child will be king one day. When I thought about the last sentence, I began to cry and then sob. I grieved the fact that we have gotten so far away from our Lord. So many people want to remove Him entirely from our lives. If they only knew how much He loves them; if they only cared! I told my husband about my experience. He later commented about my faith, my love for America, and my compassion for my fellow man. I never thought about that incident that way. I was sad that so many people don’t perceive our Lord as their king. Will He ever be king of our hearts again as a nation? I can only hope, and time will tell.

Lord, you are a gentleman who doesn’t force yourself on others, even allowing them to reject you by their free will. Please be merciful to us. Help us to realize our need for you and your love for us. Help us to make you king of our hearts once again. Blessed Mother, I implore your help in this matter. Only when your son is king of our hearts will America be great once more.

Copyright © 2017 by Theresa M. Williams

Questions for Jesus

My reflection that follows comes after singing “Mary Did You Know?” from our Christmas program. In this song, the songwriter asks Mary how much she knew about what Jesus would do in His life. I recently heard someone pose the question: “If you sat next to Jesus on a bus, what would you ask Him? What would you talk about?” These are some of the questions I’d ask:

How much and when did Mary tell you about the circumstances of your birth? The shepherds? The magi? Did she mention the gifts they brought and what those gifts represent? I know the story of the little drummer boy might be a legend, but what would you think about him playing for you at your birth?

Did you think it odd living in Egypt? Or were you too little to remember that time in your life? Did Mary and Joseph tell you why you lived there? How did you feel about that? What was it like to move back to the land of your birth? How did people react to you coming back? Were you treated differently from other boys? If so, how? When did you realize you were different from other children?

What was it like to learn carpentry from Joseph? Did you ever accidentally hit your thumb with a hammer? As a carpenter, what was the most difficult or challenging item you ever made? When and how did Joseph die? How did this affect you and Mary?

Besides your baptism, did you have much contact with John the Baptist?

Oh, the many questions we could ask Jesus. If you were on a bus with Jesus, what would you want to ask Him? Would it be about some practical aspect of His hidden life as mentioned above, or would it be something different? What are you curious about?

Copyright © 2016 by Theresa M. Williams

Deliver Us Lord

Deliver us from violence and rioting.

Grant us peace.

Deliver us from hatred.

Grant us love.

Deliver us from those who would kill us, whether here or from abroad.

Grant us life.

Deliver us from corruption.

Grant us honesty.

Deliver us from prejudice.

Grant us understanding.

Deliver us from jealousy.

Grant us tranquility.

Lord, our country is in disarray. No matter which side of the political fence we’re on, some don’t feel ‘heard.’ People feel afraid, unsafe, and angry. Help us to love one another, to be honest, understanding and peaceful. Aid us to see one another as your children. Assist us to be more selfless and less selfish. Let us consider the consequences of our actions and the needs of others. Let us remember the Golden Rule “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” Peace.

Copyright © 2016 by Theresa M. Williams 

Only A Shadow of Your Joy

I’m not really a major-league baseball fan. I like baseball; I just don’t watch it, not even the World Series. Last night, the Chicago Cubs won the World Series! (For those of you not aware, the World Series is to major league baseball what the Super Bowl is to professional football.) So what, you say. The Cubs haven’t won the championship since 1908, more than 100 years ago! Perhaps because I don’t have a favorite pro baseball team, along with the fact that I like to root for the underdog (at least sometimes), I can share a small portion of the Chicago Cubs’ joy at finally winning the World Series. To be a Cubs fan must be very special, right now especially. To be a fan through the ‘drought’ of those many years, now to rejoice in their victory, must be a high joy indeed. One fan, a woman, said she cried after it happened, no doubt tears of joy. You’ve heard of people being on ‘cloud 9’ or in ‘7th heaven,’ this must be ‘off the charts’ for the team and their loyal fans.

Imagine for a moment you’re God. The Cleveland Indians are ahead three games to one. You know the Cubs are going to come back and win it. What a special surprise is in store for Cubs fans. It reminds me of the words to a song: “The joy I have today my Lord is only a shadow of Your joy for me…’ Wow! I don’t know what else to say except I can be a real emotional softie at times. My heart rejoices with them. Congratulations Cubs team and fans. It’s been a long-time coming. Your faithfulness and patience have been rewarded. By the way, the words after the … are ‘if I but follow You.’ If we follow you Lord, our faithfulness (to you) will be rewarded too.

Copyright © 2016 by Theresa M. Williams

The Art of Listening

Listening. It seems so simple, doesn’t it? Most of us have decent physical hearing while those of us who don’t, wear a hearing aid. Yet, do we really listen? Do we quiet our inner thoughts, or do we think of what we’re going to say next? Are we able to truly listen with our hearts without prejudice? Do we respect another enough to not interrupt (unless there’s a fire or something), or do we finish others’ thoughts or correct them before they finish speaking? We say ‘I hear you,’ but do we really?

I think these questions surface in me as one of our youth needed to truly be listened to last weekend. Also, I understand firsthand what it’s like to not feel listened to, to not feel understood, and to not feel respected for my point of view. Webster’s defines ‘dialogue’ as ‘interchange and discussion of ideas, especially when open and frank, as in seeking mutual understanding or harmony.’ I daresay a lot of us don’t listen well. We have barriers to listening: our own agenda, mental or physical or emotional distractions, our own preconceived thoughts or ideas; the list goes on. Do I listen well? Likely not. I find myself wanting to interject my story, my viewpoint, and my thoughts, even if those are not wanted or needed. How are you doing with respect to your listening?

Lord Jesus, please help us to listen to those with whom we speak, in the manner we need to at the time, and in a way that is pleasing to You. Help us to understand not only the words but the intent behind them. In Jesus’ name. Amen.

Copyright © 2016 by Theresa M. Williams

Mischievous Chris

Several years ago, a gentleman named Chris came to work at our company as an intern over the summer. He was so disabled from cerebral palsy that a caregiver came in daily. Chris was in a motorized wheelchair and wore a leather strap around his head called a ‘halo’ so he could type on the keyboard. It was pretty sad. I was uncomfortable around Chris for quite a while. I simply had no experience with someone with cerebral palsy, their slurred speech, involuntary movements, etc. I discovered that Chris had a cheerful spirit and a good outlook on life in spite of his disability. I never heard him complain.

I simply must tell you about an incident where Chris was very mischievous. Another co-worker, Mike, was a serious individual who had a bad car accident a few months prior that left his back compromised. One day when Mike stepped away from his desk, Chris noticed, turned to me with a huge grin on his face, and laughed mischievously. Oh, man. What was he going to do? I was afraid if Chris pulled a prank on Mike, that Mike would get mad, because he could be pretty intense. Chris went up to the back of Mike’s chair and pulled it towards his desk with his feet, motioning for me to be quiet. I played along with Chris’ prank, and when Mike returned to his desk, I pretended nothing was wrong. Finally, Mike found out what Chris had done. Now what? How would Mike react? Mike seemed surprised and even amused at Chris’ prank. He wasn’t upset or anything. He got his chair back, and all was well.

I was relieved Mike took the prank so well, and the incident seemed to strengthen the friendship Chris and I had started to develop. In the short time he was with us, Chris won me over with his cheerful, upbeat nature. He was a delight to be around, and it challenged me to not take myself, or life, so seriously. With Chris’ help, I was finally able to look past his disabilities and my discomfort. I still think of Chris from time to time, and I hope he’s doing well. I wish I could say I have been cured of being too serious, for that is not the case. But, I am learning slowly, and I guess that’s really what matters.

Copyright © 2016 by Theresa M. Williams