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Pounding Fists and Dancing Feet

So, my birthday came and went. I turned 45. Just throwing the number out there…not because it means anything but so you have a point of reference.  I have never really cared about age.  Ever since I was 28, I just kind of stayed 28 in my mind.  To help this perpetual 28 year old-ness, I try not to look in the mirror too much.  I’m just saying, it can be shocking to your 28 year old insides to see your 45 year old outsides.

I felt a little sad this year.  I’m not going to lie. I felt a little, shall we say, melancholy.  I looked up melancholy in the dictionary because I’ve always loved that word.  It says:  soberly thoughtful; pensive and it also says sad and mournful and depressed which is not what I was feeling.  I’ve always appreciated the word because to me, it described the feeling we sometimes have of being  a mixture of happy and sad. I was feeling that mixture of happy and sad.  Like when I used to swing on my swing in the backyard and I would lay on my stomach to feel that feeling you get when you are excited but yet feel like crying.  I would do this on purpose.  I’ve always sort of enjoyed the melancholy.

I guess the thing that really got to me this year is that it was a year of transformation for me.  A year of freedom and joy and renewed passion and purpose.

And what this says to me is that GOD CAN DO ANYTHING AT ANY TIME NO MATTER HOW OLD YOU ARE.

Amen?

On Good Friday, I taught a Holy Yoga class.  It was my regular Holy Yoga class time but it was Good Friday so that changes everything.  I woke up and I felt God calling me to PREACH IT.  I felt this overwhelming need to get on my knees and thank Him for His sacrifice.  I couldn’t even stand it people.  I was bawling reading scripture that morning.  I was newly taken with the story I have known forever.  I was nearer and closer to Jesus because I LET HIM IN this year.

He didn’t change.  But He changed me.

So, little beknownst to me (is that a word?) my awesome friend and owner of the home where I teach Holy Yoga, Eileen,  planned a surprise for me by making sure a lot of people could make it to class and stay for coffee afterwards to celebrate my birthday and my one year Holy Yoga anniversary.  I mean. Oh my gosh. Each person that came into the room just blew me away.  There was this keen awareness of how blessedly important every person in my life is.  How each one of these lovely women has ministered to me, has fed my soul, has nourished me and supported me and given me strength.  I mean, it was almost too much.  My spidey senses were up and I already told you I felt like preaching and tears were flowing freely so you know what happened next.  What happened next had nothing to do with me…it was like we rolled out our mats and created space and let God do His thing and…

Holy yoga was HOLY.

I was pounding the floor talking about IT IS FINISHED.  We were LAYING IT DOWN AT THE FOOT OF THE CROSS.

You know, I don’t really give a hoot about denomination.  I think God weeps at the way we separate ourselves along man made lines and judge each other.  I think it’s nuts.  But I have to bring it up in this regard.  It’s funny because every single person in the room – I’d say there were about 16 or 17 people- every one of us was raised Catholic.  Now I only mention this because there are a few things the Catholics do like nobody else in my opinion.

One: Funerals.  Two: Good Friday.

I mean, we can mourn and weep and feel loss and regret like nobody’s business.

We can SUFFER.

Now usually, I like to focus on the happy and the positive and the hopeful.  My mom, who was not raised Catholic used to ask not so subtly, “Why all of this emphasis on the crucifixion? It’s all about the Resurrection.” And I get that, I do.  I’m a resurrection girl for sure. But we can’t have Sunday without Friday.  Amen?

I have no idea what I said during that Holy Yoga class but I know it was from my heart and my heart was feeling the Holy Spirit that day.  It was the end of the birthday week, the melancholy, the pensiveness. I was laying it down.

When I think about it, it makes perfect sense.  I had an AHA moment.  His Death and Resurrection reminded me of my own.  Of my many.

This is a holy practice, right?  To not rush to Easter Sunday.  To sit on Friday in the pain and pound our fists and weep and mourn and remember.  And then to sit on Saturday and wait.  To have nothing happen.  To be bored and wander around not knowing what’s coming.  To wonder.

Our need to rush to Sunday kind of stunts us.  It denies us the feeling we need to feel…that death and birth are painful.  They are transformational…but we have to let ourselves experience them in their entirety without sugar coating or rushing it along.

I don’t have to make it “all good” all the time.  Not for me, not for my friends, not for my kids.  It is what it is.  Happy and sad.  New and old.  28 and 45.  Death and Resurrection.  Sorrow and Joy. Pounding fists and dancing feet.  There is love in both and all and every.

 

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Back to Basics

Here’s how we are going to do March.

We are getting Back to Basics.

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It’s our theme for Holy Yoga and our theme for Great Big Yes this month.

If you are not following Great Big YES on Facebook please do so.  There’s going to be BIG fun over there this month.  Instagram is @suebidstrup and Twitter is @greatbigyes.  Lean in friends, it’s going to get even more exciting!

What does getting back to basics mean to you?

What is basic for you?

As Oprah would say…What do you know for sure?

I know God is love. I know I am loved. I know you are loved. I know love is the answer. I know Jesus is love.

Let’s start there.

Let’s strip away all the rules, regulations, laws, politics, and all the other man made heaviness that hangs on our ideas of religion and faith.  Let’s get back to basics.

Let’s begin with love.

“God is Love” -1 John 4:8

Today, look in the mirror and say this. “I am loved.” If you don’t believe it, keep saying it.  Even if you do believe it, keep saying it. It’s true.  That knowledge, that knowing, is your starting point.   You are loved.  Now.  Today. Not someday when you are “better” or “ready”. Now. This minute.

Let this be your mantra. Let the love seep into your bones.  Hang this love around your neck. Dress up in it.  Wear it boldly and proudly.   Walk around like you are the loved child of God because you are.

Now remember everyone else is too.

We are all loved.

Let’s start there.

Are you in?

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Join us for some Holy Yoga!

Through Holy Yoga we create space to meet God on our mats.  We make time to feel His love and hear His voice.  All levels are welcome.  Lean into this beautiful community – we would love to practice and worship with you!

Here’s what’s happening this month in Holy Yoga.

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The Beginning

For God is not the author of confusion, but of peace.

-1 Corinthians 14:33

The other day,  I learned a little more about the first book of Genesis.  How wonderful that God created the light and then He created the sun and moon and stars to bring the light.  He created the sea and the sky and then the fish and the birds to dwell in them.  He created land and vegetation and then he created animals and humans to live on the land and take care of the land. 

Two things I love about this. 

  1.  Everything has a purpose.   
  2. It is all good. 

Can you picture it?  God steps onto the scene and it’s black and formless and empty.  (I want to point out here that the Bible says “the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters”.  So the Spirit was already there which helps make my point that the Spirit is everywhere and always has been.)  Back to the scene…God says, “Let there be light” and there is light.  Ta – Da!!!

We could spend hours, days, months, years discussing the account of Creation in Genesis.  Scholars can argue over whether it’s true or myth or just a made up sweet story.  You can tell me it doesn’t make sense or try to figure out if a day really means 24 hours.  We can talk about the significance of 7 days.  We can talk about evolution.  We can ponder the dark void that was and wonder how long God let that go on.  We can try to explain where God came from and why He’s called the alpha and the omega.  But let’s not. 

Let’s get back to my two points. 

  1. Everything has a purpose.
  2. It is all good.

They say when you read the Bible, you should think of 3 things: What does this passage tell me about God?  What does this passage tell me about human beings?  What does it tell me a Christian should do?  In other words, we should observe, interpret and apply.

I could go through these questions and I will during my study but for today, I’d like to just start at the beginning and what that beginning has to do with me…here…in my kitchen on my computer…in 2011. 

God created me.  He loves me.  He has a divine purpose and plan for me.  I have all I need.  I am good. 

Same goes for you…and for all of us. 

It’s the beginning of His story and it’s the beginning of our story too…and it’s all good.     

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