Finding Value In The Self

Jesus said, “Or what woman having ten silver coins, if she loses one of them, does not light a lamp, sweep the house, and search carefully until she finds it? When she has found it, she calls together her friends and neighbors, saying, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found the coin that I had lost.’” (Luke 15.8-9)

I read this yesterday—before the Democratic president candidate debate last night and before reading about President Trump’s speech last night in Baltimore.

The first impact was…all the celebration for a silver coin? Joy unbounding? Really?

Then I realized, WHAT I THINK REALLY IS TOO SELF-SERVING AND BESIDE THE POINT. WHAT MATTERS IS THE IMPORTANCE OF THAT FOR THE WOMAN WHO FOUND HER COIN.

It was THAT important to her.

No less to us. Bold I say: I am not going to deny or keep hidden who I am and what’s important to me. For. YOU do not tell me who I am! No less, I don’t tell you who you are.

Of course, that was not always operative. As a 14-year-old I was told by three of my classmates, those with whom I had been in school nine years, that I was worth nothing. Sure. It more than impacted me. Make that devastated. For THEY crafted me to their image.

I realized as years became decades, their judgment was self-serving to them. But not to me.

I then read a declaration that seemed simple, yet it was motive-laced and inspiration beyond definition…from the theologian Paul Tillich: “You are accepted by God. The challenge to life and the guidance to living is to accept your acceptance.” And I add to it…don’t forget that.

So, if the found coin is important. Glee prevails.

And for each of you…no less for me. The huge challenge is to know who we are, who dat in the mirror?

And then. To live it out.

And then. I read the following from Tom Ehrich…

Okay. It’s about farming. But, it can be about…you fill in the blanks…who you are and what you do today…each day.

Hopefully. Prayerfully. The enthusiasm of the new day is more than you are still breathing. More than the sun rose. It’s to know you are accepted, the good and bad all wrapped up together. Unto itself it takes the drabness and tedium away. And, whether or not anyone is listening or looking, don’t hesitate to dance.

So. Wake up. As Tom puts it. To the new day. And don’t let anyone tell you who you are. That’s your challenge. And. No less. Mine…for me, Mark Henry Miller.

Got it?

Sure hope so.

“As farming unfolds and I eagerly await the delivery of tractor implements, I think of myself as finding something I had lost. Not a silver coin, of course, and certainly not the fountain of youth. Rather, I am finding fresh enthusiasm for my days. Taking long walks wasn’t enough for me. The occasional EMT call wasn’t enough. I needed to wake up each day with work to do.”

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About Mark H Miller

Diane and I live in Leander, Texas. This past June 17, 2015 I celebrated the 49th anniversary of my ordination. We returned to Texas after three years in Washington, during which I served as interim minister in Bellevue/Eastgate and Mercer Island. Am planning to begin a 5th novel that will have my protagonist, Tricia Gleason, serve a year in licensed ministry in Snoqualmie, Washington. The novel, "The Lemon Drop Didn't Melt," will find Tricia wrestling with ministry challenges. None of which more daunting than someone wanting her breathing to stop. All the published novels are available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle under Mark Henry Miller. A primary goal in our return to Texas is to make sure grandchildren get lots of attention--here and in Chicago and Washington, D.C. Traveling is definitely an activity that will not slow down. With that, of course, fishing will happen. To that the t-shirt is apt, "I fish; therefore I am." In addition to novels, the book of Blogs, "Voice Of My Heart," is also available on Amazon.
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