It’s summertime and the living is easy… well, if one isn’t trying to complete an MA! I might be immersed in essays and my dissertation, but I can take a moment to stop and ponder those moments of rest that do so much to renew us. Like being a tourist in Cambridge and punting on the Cam – feeling the gentle movement of the water and taking in the wonder of the ancient buildings lining the banks. (Not familiar with punting, or the River Cam?)
The very first time I went punting on the Cam was well before Nicholas and I were even engaged. We had been dating for just a few months, but knew we would marry each other – but we hadn’t done anything so rash as to make an announcement accordingly. I had already booked a trip to London and Paris before I met him, so added some destinations, such as meeting his family and going to his college (Ridley Hall). There I met a friend of his who was an American (from Wisconsin, my neighboring state), living in the UK, and married to an Englishman vicar. She was just gorgeous, and helped me so much with some ideas of what it would be like to move over here. And although she lived in Cambridge, she indulged my tourist longings and blagged us a cheap ride on the Cam. Ah, those magical days…
How can you experience some calm in your day today?
With the terror threat in Britain raised to critical, people are feeling concerned. We may think twice before our morning commute or going to a concert or other cultural gathering. Fear can make a home in our lives, constricting our actions.
And yet we “keep calm and carry on.” We pray and we plan but we keep on keeping on, and those in other countries send their love and prayers. As the sad news of those who have died in this week’s bomb attack in Manchester are named, may we give an extra hug to our loved ones and pray for those who are hurting.
For this Watercolor Wednesday, in the spirit of honoring big cultural places, here’s a painting of a street scene in Rome. A couple of years ago, my parents met us there for a week of touring and fun. Memories to remember with a smile.
Might you take a few moments to remember a happy trip you took with friends or family? Why not send them a message of a fun memory from that trip?
I feel like I’m sharing an Easter treasure today, from my family to yours. I believe you won’t look at my dad’s painting (not a watercolor) in the same way after you read his story of transformation.
“Before God did major work in my life I was cheap – afraid to spend money because we had been so poor as a child; without friends – I couldn’t really talk to friends or relatives; afraid of authority at work; terrified to give a talk or lead a discussion; too self-conscious to sing in church; one who rarely prayed; dependent on tobacco; with an instinctive fear of and even hate for strangers; often anxious and worried; one with a great fear of death – mine or someone in our family.”
But for my dad in his mid-thirties, God began to change all of that. “It started with a dream. In it I was at a retreat, and most of the people there were strangers to me. I did see one man whom I knew a little in high school. For some reason we knew that this was going to be a very special retreat. So we gathered in a large group and each of us was given a sheet of paper with a short prayer on the top, followed by a long list of our faults. We were going to find out the one thing on that long list of faults that was our major problem in life, which the Lord would completely fix. This problem was the one thing that most kept us coming closer to Christ.
“I didn’t even read the prayer on the top of my paper but noticed immediately that the third item was printed in bold type with large letters: SCARECROW = AFRAID OF PEOPLE! I felt sure that others could see this, and wanted to hide the sheet of paper. But I knew that after we prayed together that the Lord would completely fix this problem.
“Then the radio on our alarm clock came on and instead of this wonderful experience, I had to get up and go to work. But the amazing thing about this dream was that I knew how fast and easy it would be to make a very major change.”
The new pastor at my parents’ church played a crucial role in my dad’s transformation. “Father Tony introduced a new Sunday-night course called the Christian Life series. He adapted the ‘Life in the Spirit’ seminar from the Catholic Pentecostals along with material from the Cursillo movement. He also included material from the evangelicals, like the four spiritual laws – we needed to renounce our sins. The music and songs were from the Southern Baptists. This was all in the context of a Catholic mass.
“What we were learning is that God was not just a judge, judging us, but that he loves us and that we need to respond to his love on a daily basis. During one of the sessions we prayed to receive the baptism of the Holy Spirit, when we asked the Holy Spirit to fill us completely so that we would be immersed in the presence of God.
A couple of weeks after my dad’s dream, while at church, he experienced a vision. “I saw Jesus like a huge light, and we all were like small lights around him – think of the sun, with us as stars. We were all the very best friends and knew everything about each other, even our faults. But Jesus was forgiving all those faults and our sins, and we were all so happy. We were saying to each other, ‘Isn’t he wonderful! Isn’t Jesus wonderful!’ I cannot put into words how amazing it was.
“And even our sins and faults were being redeemed by the Lord, with beautiful shades of color shining out of everyone. To get an idea of this communion of friends, think of your very best friend – perhaps someone you have known for many years. Think of having complete transparency with this person; you know their good and bad points but are totally accepting, and the reverse is true. Now imagine a third person, a fourth, and so forth – all in this intense communion of mind and heart. Finally, imagine being in a crowd of hundreds of thousands, all who are being loved and redeemed. That’s what it was like. After that half-second vision, I was no longer afraid of people. I couldn’t be because I could see how Jesus loves and forgives all of us.”
As my dad ruminated on the vision, he realized that it hearkens to the mystical communion of the saints: “This is the connection between people that goes on all the time although we don’t see it; we’ll see it after our death.” After this vision, he was released from his fear of people. And his view of God changed. “God within us is like a star. He is always polishing us, taking off the dark so that light can shine through us. And the light comes out in various beautiful colors, a different set for each person.”
Today, Good Friday, defines Forgiveness Fridays. On this holy day, we remember the death of our Savior, Jesus Christ. By his death he imparted to us forgiveness. We receive and give forgiveness because of this saving act.
Some poems and watercolors to consider on this day. My prayer for you is that God’s love poured out through his Son on the cross will envelop you through the Holy Spirit.
My dad’s rendition of the scourging at the pillar. By Leo Boucher.
“By his wounds we are healed.” By Leo Boucher.Watercolor by Leo Boucher.
I have a few more of my dad’s watercolors to share with you this Holy Week, but they are more suited to Good Friday than today. I chose this one as fitting because of the starkness of the trees that appear dead, but yet will spark into life. I love the mixture of green grass and mud that is common in Spring in Minnesota – again, that intermingling of death and new life.
As I think about this painting, I ponder how the events of Holy Week bring us back to the central tenets of our faith:
Christ has died
Christ is risen
Christ will come again!
As we reach Holy Week next week, we come to the pinnacle of the cross and resurrection. My dad’s artwork offering reminds us of the Trinity – of God the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. The Father who sent his Son to die and rise again. The Son who indeed came. The Spirit who fills us and loves us. May you be wrapped in his triune love.
The season of Lent can feel lonely as we experience feelings of being on our own. God seems distant; silent. We walk the trail, step by step, perhaps with a cry of lament. Come, Lord. Come.
During Lent we are invited to ponder the life of Jesus. How God became man and dwelled among us. How he suffered and was abused. How, indeed, he experienced his own desert experience.
Do you feel like you’re banished to the desert? I pray you’ll feel the comfort of One who has experienced all this and more.
Watercolor Thursday doesn’t have quite the same ring, but yesterday is done and dusted; I only have the present.
I love this misty picture of fishing in the fog. Fishing is an act of faith anyway, and in the fog we can’t see what’s ahead or if anything’s jumping under the surface.
Today’s “Watercolor Wednesday” by my dad, Leo Boucher, is actually a painting with oils. This one, entitled “Eternity,” captures the viewer’s gaze, not only for the intriguing areas of meaning but because it’s so very large when you see it.
Today, Good Friday, defines Forgiveness Fridays. On this holy day, we remember the death of our Savior, Jesus Christ. By his death he imparted to us forgiveness. We receive and give forgiveness because of this saving act.
