How Can We Pray Boldly For Healing, Knowing God Might Say 'No'?

How The Question Came Up

My husband's best friend recently found out that his recurrent cancer is inoperable and likely to kill him in the very near future. He and his wife have been encouraging friends and family to read this insightful article by John Piper. And they have asked loved ones to join them in praying for a miracle, even as they prepare for "the worst."

"Not What I Will, But What You Will"

So, I've been considering  the question of how to pray for someone's healing, knowing God's answer may be "No." I've mostly seen people following the example of Jesus in the garden of Gethsemane, asking that a painful fate be averted and adding, "nevertheless, not my will, but yours be done." Obviously, this is an excellent way to pray, since it was modeled for us by Jesus himself.

Faith That Moves Mountains

But elsewhere in scripture, it is indicated that one should pray boldly--and, in Mark 11:23-24, even with supreme confidence: "Truly I say to you, whoever says to this mountain, ‘Be taken up and cast into the sea,’ and does not doubt in his heart, but believes that what he says is going to happen, it will be granted him. Therefore I say to you, all things for which you pray and ask, believe that you have received them, and they will be granted you" (NASB). 

Kicking People When They're Down

Some people take a passage like that and end up using it in a way that just discourages or angers those who are already desperate and in pain, telling them that they simply don't have enough faith, and if only they would believe in their hearts, then God would heal them. That's one reason people who are more kind and sensible try to sweep that passage under the rug.

Don't Throw Out The Baby

But perhaps Jesus' teaching on mountain-moving faith really can help us in our hour of need. I say "perhaps" because apparently it requires a deeper understanding of the things of God than many people have today--and I have not yet experienced the power of this teaching myself, so I am just trying to piece together a hypothesis from what I have seen, heard, and read.

"Your Heart" = Your Unconscious Mind

To start with, here are some ideas I've taken from a woman named Agnes Sanford (who really had experienced the healing power of faith): believing in such a way that you "do not doubt in your heart" and "believe that you have [already] received" what you're asking for means believing not just with your conscious mind, but with your unconscious mind. And that's tricky, because you do not have direct control over your unconscious mind. So, Sanford recommends that you pray by creating mental images and painting pictures with words of the healing you are asking for, in order to change your unconscious mind. She also recommends thanking God for the healing as if it had already occurred.

Freedom Is Coming; No Doubt About It

I don't like to do anything that seems logically inconsistent, and thanking God for healing that has already occurred when, in fact, it hasn't--and when I know that it may not happen at all--is not something I can do easily or in good conscience. But I can see why that would be helpful to the unconscious mind. So, my thought is, I can thank God for the fact that any ailment someone has today will ultimately be healed--whether in this life, or in the Age To Come (as Jesus liked to call it). And I can thank God for saving them from death, as well--anticipating either restoration in the present or resurrection in the future. 

Sometimes Faith Is Blind

And the other little thing that niggles at my mind is that I'm afraid of putting God to shame by asking for the intervention of the Holy Spirit and then seeing no results. But if I truly believe that God is all-powerful, all-wise, and all-loving, then it follows that whatever his answer to prayer, it is the best thing possible. It may not look like it, but sometimes I just have to make that assumption. Some people heap scorn on the concept of "blind faith," but if the alternative is to put absolute trust in my puny little brain (which has been proven a profoundly unreliable organ), then I would rather trust a mysterious Someone who is bigger than me. In Luke 11:11-13, Jesus says that no good Father would give a child a snake when they've asked for a fish--and I've always thought it must work the other way around: sometimes we don't realize we're asking for a scorpion and get upset when God hands us an egg. (And an egg is a symbol of the tomb in which Jesus lay between Good Friday and Easter ... How's that for a poetic ending?!)

My Neighbor Totoro Crib Mobile

So, did you know you can get all kinds of cool handmade mobiles for a baby's crib (or changing table) on etsy? (A "must-have" for every new hipster parent!)

You could buy a Dr. Who mobile, a Super Mario mobile (after all, it is VERY important that your child begin to recognize a Fire Flower and Goomba before they start solid foods--not to mention how vital it is to implant a sense of nostalgia for these figures) ...

... You could even get a three-toed sloth mobile (!!!) ...

So many enchanting designs! Only one crib! And a limited budget. So, I took my inspiration from this excellent My Neighbor Totoro mobile (available on etsy for $95 -- yeah, not gonna happen for me) ...

This was my model ...

And I tweaked the design a bit to make my own. For example, the catbus (nekobasu) in the above mobile does not have enough legs. Mine has more--actually, I guess I somehow miscounted and thought it was supposed to be eight on each side; really should be six. Whoops. Oh well. The more legs, the better, right? Also, I tried to show a little bit more of the different personality of each Totoro. Overall, I would say the model I used was more abstract and professional looking (and bigger), but I think mine ended up having more "character."

Here are the elements before I put them on strings ...

And here, hanging above baby's crib.

Anyway, I wanted to leave this on the internet in case anyone else out there is looking for more inspiration/ideas/examples for a felt handmade Totoro crib mobile.

I hope the baby likes it! She should be "arriving" somewhere around a month from now ...

The Legend of Charles Plumier and the Tree of Riches

Several months ago, I came across a delightful little book called Hidden Stories in Plants by Anne Pelowski. The sub-title is: "Unusual and Easy-To-Tell Stories From Around the World Together With Creative Things To Do While Telling Them. "

My favorite story is the pseudo-historical tale of Charles Plumier. He was a real person, but the story is, apparently, completely made up. I don't remember the details exactly, but here is a "creative" retelling for you:

There was once a restless young man named Charles Plumier. Ever since he was a small child, he loved to hear stories of sailors and travelers who had visited strange and exotic places and he dreamed that someday, he would find hidden treasure on a daring adventure in a faraway land. So, as soon as he was old enough, Charles set out to explore the world.

Charles became first an experienced sailor, and later a well-to-do merchant, traveling far and wide and seeing many new and fascinating sights. But he never felt that he had found what he was looking for. Then, one day, having just arrived in the West Indies, he met a kindly old woman who invited him to share a cup of tea. He found himself surprisingly at ease with this woman and spoke to her about his restless search.

The woman smiled and looked directly into Charles's eyes. "On the next full moon," she said, "Go to the cemetery at midnight. Find the tree with white blossoms growing beside the south wall. Give the trunk a good shake and you will find the treasure you are looking for."

So, Charles waited for the next full moon, and when it came, he went to the cemetery and found the tree growing beside the south wall. He took hold of the trunk and as he shook it, a shower of blossoms fell all around him, filling the air with an intoxicating fragrance.

Charles breathed deeply and realized that in the stillness of the cemetery, the beauty of the moonlight, and the loveliness of the flowers, he had found true riches.

With a new sense of wonder, Charles Plumier dedicated the rest of his life to studying the natural world, becoming a distinguished botanist. And the "tree of riches" with the fragrant night blossoms is now known as "Plumeria" in his honor.

[the end]

It's also called "Frangipani," by the way. And here's what it looks like:

So, now, whenever I see this lovely little ornamental, I think of the apocryphal story of Charles Plumier. Apparently, the tree really is traditionally planted in cemeteries in certain countries (in the East Indies, though). 

And Plumeria really is named for the botanist, Charles Plumier who did, in fact, travel to the West Indies. But, (according to Wikipedia) rather than starting out as a fortune-seeking sailor, Plumier became a monk at age 16 and studied math and physics before making his botanical expeditions. Oh well. It's still a nice story, and because it's already a total fabrication, it doesn't really matter if I change the details in my own re-tellings of it.

Celebrating Today

On rare occasions I have had the blessing of being nudged, shoved, or tumbled headlong into a new way of being, such that it feels as if I've only just begun "really living." Recently I've had a not-dramatic kind of learning experience, just gradually wandering into a state of greater enjoyment of everyday life. I used to like to sign off emails "Happy Ordinary Day!" Now I'm sort of saying it to myself inside all the time (though not literally).

Here are some ordinary things I saw and noticed how beautiful they were:

Soft, verdant moss and a sprightly weed in a concrete frame with obscure abstract symbolism!

Flowers like fireworks caught in mid-explosion, steadily and quietly displaying their brilliant color-burst for the mostly oblivious passersby 

A cascade of wild green curves!

An insect of elegant symmetry who appears to have died peacefully, in a zen-like position on the sidewalk.

Hope you're having a happy Ordinary Day, too! Now it's time for a walk without the camera. (-:

The "Real Story" Behind the Recent SCOTUS Gun Control Ruling

I don't watch any kind of televised news program, but I do listen to NPR. And that means I am most often exposed only to the leftist bias in the media. So, this post is for anyone else who gets their news from a liberal source, but is interested in hearing more from "the other side."

Yesterday, NPR was reporting on Abramski v. United States and the way they introduced and explained the facts made it sound so obvious that Abramski was in error, I wondered why the court would have heard the case at all. Then they mentioned the conservative justices had dissented and I guessed there must be more to the story than any good progressive journalist would want to tell the public.

So, today I looked up the case on scotusblog.com and skimmed the petitioner's brief and the dissenting opinion. The way the story was told on NPR was basically like this: current gun laws state that you cannot buy a gun on someone else's behalf and so, at the point of sale, one must sign a statement identifying oneself as the "actual buyer." This is in order to keep people from buying guns and then selling or giving them to individuals who would not be able to pass a background check. Abramski bought a gun, certifying himself as the "actual buyer," but then gave the gun to his uncle. Abramski argued that this should have been fine because his uncle was eligible to have bought the gun himself.

Okay, so, that version of the story doesn't sound too good for Abramski. But here is the story from the petitioner's brief (found here, on the SCOTUS blog--I'll put it in purple because it's easier than trying to indent with blogger):

"In the fall of 2009, Petitioner Bruce Abramski’s elderly uncle decided he wanted a gun to protect himself 
inside his home. He went to petitioner for advice because petitioner was a former police officer and had experience with firearms. Petitioner told his uncle that he could obtain a law enforcement discount at gun stores and offered to buy the gun for his uncle to save him some money. Pet. App. 3a; JA 26a, 28a.

"Petitioner’s uncle wanted to ensure that they 'do things by the book,' so he spoke to three different licensed
gun dealers to ensure that petitioner could buy the gun for him and legally transfer it to him at another gun dealer near his home. JA 27a-28a, 31a. All three gun dealers confirmed that petitioner lawfully could purchase the gun for his uncle in Virginia and then transfer title to his uncle through a licensed gun dealer in Pennsylvania. Pet. App. 3a; JA 28a, 31a.

"After determining that the gun transfer would be legal, petitioner’s uncle sent him a check to cover the cost 
of the gun. Petitioner then went to a local gun store and bought the gun. As part of the necessary paperwork and background check, petitioner filled out ATF Form 4473, discussed supra at 8-10. Petitioner checked the 'Yes' box in response to question 11.a, indicating that he was the actual buyer. SA-1.

"After buying the gun, petitioner traveled to his uncle’s hometown and met him at a nearby gun store. 
Petitioner and his uncle filled out all the necessary federal paperwork to resell the gun to his uncle. His uncle passed the required background check and petitioner and his uncle paid all the necessary transfer fees. At a hearing in the district court, an ATF agent testified under oath that petitioner’s transfer of the gun to his uncle was lawful." [Boldface and italics added by me for emphasis.]

Different story, eh?

I also thought that the dissenting opinion made an excellent point with the observation that a person is lawfully deemed the "actual buyer" even if they purchase a gun that is intended as a gift, or intended for resale, or even intended to be given away at a raffle. In none of those cases would the person at the counter be considered a "straw" for calling themselves the "actual buyer."

Also interesting is the following from the "opinion analysis" on the SCOTUS blog by Lyle Denniston:

"The practical effect of the ruling is likely to be shutting down, or at least cutting back on, an active market in gun-buying by 'straw purchasers' — that is, mere stand-ins for the real buyers.  The Court cited data that about half of all federal investigations of illegal gun trafficking involve such purchasers."

Denniston implies that it's both common for people to act as "straws" in cases of "illegal gun trafficking" and (until now) difficult to prosecute them. But if that's true, why didn't any of those cases make it to the Supreme Court? Why is the issue only coming up in a situation like this, where the poor gentleman convicted of a crime had only positive intentions and had taken reasonable measures to ensure that everything was above-board?

Well, anyway, I don't have a personal opinion on whether the majority or the dissenting opinion was right on this case. But I do like to find out some of the additional details of stories which are reported upon in a biased manner in major news sources. And now I have shared some findings, in case anyone else is interested.

Why Have Children?

Some recent conversations got me thinking about why I want to have kids--a relevant topic as I've been enduring some miserable symptoms of early pregnancy--good to remember what the point of it all is.

And the main thing, for me, is that I had a very happy childhood and I cannot imagine a greater gift I could give to another person. That's not to say that it was perfect; far from it--there was quite a bit of unhappiness, too--and that's probably inevitable. But I have so many memories of beautiful, joyous moments.

It's true that I was plagued from a very young age (if not from the beginning of conscious life) by a deep and pervasive sense of shame--as if there was something wrong with me for which I deserved punishment that had not yet come, but surely would. And thank God that's gone away by stages later in life.

But in spite of that anxiety-producing and ever-present backdrop to all experiences, I nonetheless also felt secure and loved by God and my family, enjoying a kind of peaceful trust and faith that all was well and would be well. Maybe those two things sound contradictory or mutually exclusive. It's always seemed strange to me, as well, that the two feelings about the universe and my place in it could coexist, but as I recall, they just did.

I hope that my children might have even less anxiety and even more happiness--but I know it will be some kind of mixture of the two. Anyway, I will do my best.

Every person who comes into the world is a glorious gift and for the few that I'll have the honor of parenting, I just want to give the very best chance I can offer them at realizing their potential. It's what my parents did for me, for which I am genuinely grateful, and I'd like to pass on the favor to the next generation.

A Foresty Excursion

Earlier this week I got to visit (very briefly) a Presbyterian retreat center in Montreat, NC.

The air was so fresh and clean, I felt all vivified and renewed.

A few pictures from the trip:

Takeoff in Tampa

Mystery tree on the right with white flowers. Wondered if it could be dogwood (state flower) but seems the leaves are too wavy(???). If anyone knows, please help!

Tuliptree

Fraser magnolia? (Or maybe bigleaf magnolia?)

And this is some kind of "mountain laurel"