Let's pull together and create a positive morphogenic field to calm the winds during this fire storm season. Visualize winds turned to a soothing breeze. Place protection around power lines from sparks. Ask for heavenly intervention for homes and businesses.
Lord, we ask for your calming hand to quiet the winds and curtail the flames. Protect the homes, families, animals and firemen in harm's way. Send a blanket of moisture across the hills and canyons. Thank you for your provision and protection.
So be it,
Mother T
Monday, October 13, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
God is Our Refuge
I returned to LA this weekend after a month's journey to the midwest. As I flew back over the LA basin I was struck by the immense population, once described to me as a "human ant hill." The image hits home if you consider all of us scurrying to bring bits of nourishment back to our tiny abodes. It can all be quite orderly, or if a big foot comes along and squashes the hill, we all run in fear and confusion.
Yesterday the Homicide Report listed an investment agent who killed his wife, children, mother-in-law and then himself. The man must have felt so squashed by the current economic meltdown, so filled with fear and despair, mass murder seemed the only alternative. What a waste and yet, not a surprise, in a society so focused on money. We put our faith in money, look to money for security and a fat bank account for peace. We measure people's worth by their portfolio. We're printing $700 billion to fix a spiritual problem. Do you think that's going to work?
Many of us are at a crossroads: we can chose fear or we can chose faith. There are some advantages to being of a certain age. I've known fear. I've seen my house short sold and my fridge empty. I've wondered how I was going to feed my children.
Those times of despair have led to the greatest moments of spiritual growth. When all you have is God, when you surrender the illusion of self-sufficiency to a Higher Power, you open heaven's gate. I've clung to Psalm 46
"God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear though the earth should change, though the mountains shake in the heart of the sea;...Be still and know that I am God."
God is a gentleman. He doesn't barge into your heart univited. But when asked, He is a wonderful Presence--especially when the going gets rough. Lesson 50 of "A Course in Miracles" puts it so well:
"I AM SUSTAINED BY THE LOVE OF GOD
Here is the answer to every problem that will confront you, today and tomorrow and throughout time. In this world you believe you are sustained by everything but God. Your faith is placed in the most trivial and insane symbols: pills, money, "protective" clothing, influence, prestige, being liked, knowing the "right"people, and an endless list of forms of nothingness that you endow with magical powers.
All these things are your replacements for the Love of God...Do not put your faith in the worthless. It will not sustain you. Only the Love of God will protect you in all circumstances."
How I wish the investment man had chosen faith instead of fear. Money comes, money goes, but the Love of God is forever.
Blessings to LA today,
Mother T
Yesterday the Homicide Report listed an investment agent who killed his wife, children, mother-in-law and then himself. The man must have felt so squashed by the current economic meltdown, so filled with fear and despair, mass murder seemed the only alternative. What a waste and yet, not a surprise, in a society so focused on money. We put our faith in money, look to money for security and a fat bank account for peace. We measure people's worth by their portfolio. We're printing $700 billion to fix a spiritual problem. Do you think that's going to work?
Many of us are at a crossroads: we can chose fear or we can chose faith. There are some advantages to being of a certain age. I've known fear. I've seen my house short sold and my fridge empty. I've wondered how I was going to feed my children.
Those times of despair have led to the greatest moments of spiritual growth. When all you have is God, when you surrender the illusion of self-sufficiency to a Higher Power, you open heaven's gate. I've clung to Psalm 46
"God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear though the earth should change, though the mountains shake in the heart of the sea;...Be still and know that I am God."
God is a gentleman. He doesn't barge into your heart univited. But when asked, He is a wonderful Presence--especially when the going gets rough. Lesson 50 of "A Course in Miracles" puts it so well:
"I AM SUSTAINED BY THE LOVE OF GOD
Here is the answer to every problem that will confront you, today and tomorrow and throughout time. In this world you believe you are sustained by everything but God. Your faith is placed in the most trivial and insane symbols: pills, money, "protective" clothing, influence, prestige, being liked, knowing the "right"people, and an endless list of forms of nothingness that you endow with magical powers.
All these things are your replacements for the Love of God...Do not put your faith in the worthless. It will not sustain you. Only the Love of God will protect you in all circumstances."
How I wish the investment man had chosen faith instead of fear. Money comes, money goes, but the Love of God is forever.
Blessings to LA today,
Mother T
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Report Card
Despite the weekly details of senseless shootings, the LA Times reports summer 2008 having the lowest homicide rate in 40 years. Chief Braxton credits improved police action. Perhaps. But, maybe the hearts and minds of the people are taking a turn. Maybe the act of revenge is making less sense to the vengeful. Maybe the gun isn't quite the symbol of virility it was last year. Perhaps the prayers of the mothers, the daughters, the sons and fathers are shining light into the darkness.
Perhaps the love and power of Christ has been invited into the neighborhood. And what a fine neighbor He makes.
Oh, Lord, we welcome you into the streets and homes of LA. Make yourself known to us as a friend, teacher, and loving Father. There's a lot of talk of change this year. Change comes from the inside out. Change our hearts and set us on a higher, happier, healthier path.
So be it,
Mother T
Perhaps the love and power of Christ has been invited into the neighborhood. And what a fine neighbor He makes.
Oh, Lord, we welcome you into the streets and homes of LA. Make yourself known to us as a friend, teacher, and loving Father. There's a lot of talk of change this year. Change comes from the inside out. Change our hearts and set us on a higher, happier, healthier path.
So be it,
Mother T
Monday, August 11, 2008
Peace to the family of Jasmine Sanders
The Homicide Report continues to chronicle the senseless violence of LA. The saddest story related last week was the death of eight-year-old Jasmine Sanders, shot as she was coming in from playing at her apartment complex. Five days later her 13 year old cousin was arrested. As a new gang member, he was handling a gun and it discharged, accidentally killing little Jasmine. Jasmine's mother and grandmother expressed their grief and frustration. Jasmine is the third family member to die this year.
I know a lot of people just accept this pattern of behavior, a continuing cycle of cultural violence. Personally, I don't believe we have to accept the status quo. Change begins at the spiritual level, it begins with a change of heart.
I continue to pray for LA. As a mother, I especially pray for the mothers of LA. I pray they find the courage to stand against the pattern of violence. I pray they teach their children to seek God and take a higher path. I pray they find the Truth and stop being deceived by Lies. I pray the family of Jasmine Sanders commorates her life joy and love.
So Be It,
Mother T.
I know a lot of people just accept this pattern of behavior, a continuing cycle of cultural violence. Personally, I don't believe we have to accept the status quo. Change begins at the spiritual level, it begins with a change of heart.
I continue to pray for LA. As a mother, I especially pray for the mothers of LA. I pray they find the courage to stand against the pattern of violence. I pray they teach their children to seek God and take a higher path. I pray they find the Truth and stop being deceived by Lies. I pray the family of Jasmine Sanders commorates her life joy and love.
So Be It,
Mother T.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Train wreck
Today a jury is deciding the fate of Juan Manual Alvarez, 29, convicted of 11 murders. Should he get life without parole or death? Those are the only options.
But should they be? I don't know what was going on in Mr. Alvarez's life back in 2005. But things were bad enough that he decided to end his life by parking his truck on the train tracks and wait for the next Metrolink to blast him to kingdom come. Okay, it was moment of tragic stupidity, not to mention cowardice, because he scrambled out of the track at the last minute. Eleven people died, scores more injured, expensive train cars were demolished. It was horrific.
But, does killing Alvarez or sending him away for decades serve the greater good?
I'm reminded of an Indian legend. A young brave is surrounded by angry villagers. He's killed another man and his death is demanded. He stands ready for execution. The dead brave's grandfather walks into the circle. The crowd stills. The old man can deal the death blow. Instead he says these words. "You have taken a life. My grandson had responsibilities. He had a wife and children to feed. He had animals to tend. Now those responsibilities fall on your shoulders." The young brave must live out a life of restitution.
I don't know what other sentence would be appropriate for Mr. Alvarez' crimes besides the two offered. But it seems to me our system of simply locking people away lacks practicality and creativity.
Can't we do better?
Mother T
But should they be? I don't know what was going on in Mr. Alvarez's life back in 2005. But things were bad enough that he decided to end his life by parking his truck on the train tracks and wait for the next Metrolink to blast him to kingdom come. Okay, it was moment of tragic stupidity, not to mention cowardice, because he scrambled out of the track at the last minute. Eleven people died, scores more injured, expensive train cars were demolished. It was horrific.
But, does killing Alvarez or sending him away for decades serve the greater good?
I'm reminded of an Indian legend. A young brave is surrounded by angry villagers. He's killed another man and his death is demanded. He stands ready for execution. The dead brave's grandfather walks into the circle. The crowd stills. The old man can deal the death blow. Instead he says these words. "You have taken a life. My grandson had responsibilities. He had a wife and children to feed. He had animals to tend. Now those responsibilities fall on your shoulders." The young brave must live out a life of restitution.
I don't know what other sentence would be appropriate for Mr. Alvarez' crimes besides the two offered. But it seems to me our system of simply locking people away lacks practicality and creativity.
Can't we do better?
Mother T
Sunday, May 25, 2008
A Battle of Wills
In the quiet of the night, as I settled down to sleep beside my husband in our peaceful home on our peaceful street, we heard gun shots reverberate across the city. While I was drifting to sleep was someone bleeding, perhaps dying, from those shots we heard? This morning as I drank my tea was another woman sitting in a hospital waiting to hear whether her child was alive or dead from those bullets?
I've been back in LA for a year now. In many ways, it's been a very good year for me and my family. But the challenge of living in this vast cosmic soup of peace and violence, love and hate demands constant spiritual vigilance. I have to reach above the ripple effects of gunshots and pain to find the peace of God.
I felt rattled this morning. Reading the Homicide Report didn't help. Young men killed while the city plays. I got up and got busy, trying to lose my unsettled state of mind and spirit in busyness. But, it was no good. I needed quiet time, prayer time. Connection with the Lord.
How can you stand it, Lord? I ask. How can you bear witnessing the grief the violence leaves behind?
And the answer comes. I'm directed to this passage from A Course in Miracles:
Unshaken does the Holy Spirit look on what you see; on sin and pain and death, in grief and separation and on loss. Yet does He know one thing must still be true; God is still love, and this is not His Will.
And so I remember. We live in a fallen world. But God is still Love and he reaches out through time and space. He's constantly calling. We simply need to listen.
His Will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
So Be It,
Mother T
I've been back in LA for a year now. In many ways, it's been a very good year for me and my family. But the challenge of living in this vast cosmic soup of peace and violence, love and hate demands constant spiritual vigilance. I have to reach above the ripple effects of gunshots and pain to find the peace of God.
I felt rattled this morning. Reading the Homicide Report didn't help. Young men killed while the city plays. I got up and got busy, trying to lose my unsettled state of mind and spirit in busyness. But, it was no good. I needed quiet time, prayer time. Connection with the Lord.
How can you stand it, Lord? I ask. How can you bear witnessing the grief the violence leaves behind?
And the answer comes. I'm directed to this passage from A Course in Miracles:
Unshaken does the Holy Spirit look on what you see; on sin and pain and death, in grief and separation and on loss. Yet does He know one thing must still be true; God is still love, and this is not His Will.
And so I remember. We live in a fallen world. But God is still Love and he reaches out through time and space. He's constantly calling. We simply need to listen.
His Will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
So Be It,
Mother T
Thursday, May 15, 2008
When Two Or More
My last post griped about rewards offered for injured dogs rather than murdered people. I'm happy to be proved wrong when a $50,000 reward was offered this week for a homeless man and a $10,000 reward for an Aisan shopkeeper murdered in her store.
Well, "happy" isn't the appropriate word. Hopeful, perhaps, that these deaths are not going unnoticed.
Still, my greater hope is that the pattern of violence can be altered. Jesus said, "Where two or more are gathered together, there am I."
The power of mass-prayer is potent. In 1993 followers of the Transcendental Meditation movement joined together to pray against violence in major crime areas. In a study of 24 cities, they found that if 1 percent of the population joined in group meditation, praying for peace, there was a 24 percent decrease in crime rates. Where 2% of the population prayed, there was an 89% decrease! (Information taken from The Field by Lynne McTaggart)
When the groups disbanded, crime rates returned to growth patterns.
The Bible calls for us to "pray unceasingly."
Believers need to come together and take authority over the forces of violence. LA is losing too many loved ones.
Lord, we come together to send light into the darkness. Change the hearts of those in the grasp of a violent spirit. Banish the forces of evil from LA. Soften hardened hearts and bring the healing power of forgiveness to your people.
So Be It,
Mother T
Well, "happy" isn't the appropriate word. Hopeful, perhaps, that these deaths are not going unnoticed.
Still, my greater hope is that the pattern of violence can be altered. Jesus said, "Where two or more are gathered together, there am I."
The power of mass-prayer is potent. In 1993 followers of the Transcendental Meditation movement joined together to pray against violence in major crime areas. In a study of 24 cities, they found that if 1 percent of the population joined in group meditation, praying for peace, there was a 24 percent decrease in crime rates. Where 2% of the population prayed, there was an 89% decrease! (Information taken from The Field by Lynne McTaggart)
When the groups disbanded, crime rates returned to growth patterns.
The Bible calls for us to "pray unceasingly."
Believers need to come together and take authority over the forces of violence. LA is losing too many loved ones.
Lord, we come together to send light into the darkness. Change the hearts of those in the grasp of a violent spirit. Banish the forces of evil from LA. Soften hardened hearts and bring the healing power of forgiveness to your people.
So Be It,
Mother T
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
A Dog's Life
The news this morning featured a story of a woman in Lancaster who called 911 after seeing a dog in her front yard engulfed in flames. Someone had deliberately set him on fire. After calling for help she ran out and threw her blouse on the animal and extingushed the blaze. Cameras caught images of the amazingly resilient animal receiving love pats in the yard. A $5,000 reward has been offered for information leading up to the arrest of the perpetrator.
In the Homicide Report is a string of senseless murders, one being a 14 year old Latino boy shot on Van Nuys Blvd. at 8:30 Monday morning after a public fist fight. So far, no witnesses have come forward.
No mention of any reward for information. A stray dog appears to have more value than a lost child.
Now, I'm not advocating creating a culture that rewards death, like families of suicide bombers being paid $25,000. But, the daily deaths of so many youths should at least bring as much concern as the welfare of a dog.
Oh Lord, help us each make a difference today in LA and spread a measure of your peace, kindness, and caring to the people who cross our paths.
So Be It,
Mother T
In the Homicide Report is a string of senseless murders, one being a 14 year old Latino boy shot on Van Nuys Blvd. at 8:30 Monday morning after a public fist fight. So far, no witnesses have come forward.
No mention of any reward for information. A stray dog appears to have more value than a lost child.
Now, I'm not advocating creating a culture that rewards death, like families of suicide bombers being paid $25,000. But, the daily deaths of so many youths should at least bring as much concern as the welfare of a dog.
Oh Lord, help us each make a difference today in LA and spread a measure of your peace, kindness, and caring to the people who cross our paths.
So Be It,
Mother T
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Choose Peace
Good morning, LA!
I had an interesting vision this morning during my prayer time. I saw a park in Los Angeles. Silvery sunshine glistened off a small breeze blown lake. Leaves shimmied on the branches of trees under a baby-blue sky. A large stretch of mowed grass beside the lake slowly began filling with people. The crowds walked quietly, each person carrying something in their hands. For some it was a gun, others a knife, many brought violent video games. One by one they laid their symbol of death in a growing pile in the center of the green, cool grass. The pile grew and grew and grew into a hill of discards. The people were giving up their weapons of mass destruction. They didn't need them anymore. They didn't want them anymore.
The people chose peace.
Prayers of consolation for the souls and families of the people murdered in LA this weekend:
Jonathan Vega-Plascenia
Brenda Aguilera
Gouram Wallace, Jr.
Marvin Sanchez
Jason Marquez
Troy Green, Jr.
Bobby Williams
So Be It,
Mother T
I had an interesting vision this morning during my prayer time. I saw a park in Los Angeles. Silvery sunshine glistened off a small breeze blown lake. Leaves shimmied on the branches of trees under a baby-blue sky. A large stretch of mowed grass beside the lake slowly began filling with people. The crowds walked quietly, each person carrying something in their hands. For some it was a gun, others a knife, many brought violent video games. One by one they laid their symbol of death in a growing pile in the center of the green, cool grass. The pile grew and grew and grew into a hill of discards. The people were giving up their weapons of mass destruction. They didn't need them anymore. They didn't want them anymore.
The people chose peace.
Prayers of consolation for the souls and families of the people murdered in LA this weekend:
Jonathan Vega-Plascenia
Brenda Aguilera
Gouram Wallace, Jr.
Marvin Sanchez
Jason Marquez
Troy Green, Jr.
Bobby Williams
So Be It,
Mother T
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Farewell to Elaine Garza
Another week of senseless violence unfolds on the Homicide Report. The most baffling murders occurred Sunday in Compton as a man in a wheel chair and his caregiver were shot going to the IHOP. The madess continues.
The news yesterday featured the lovely Elaine Garza who was murdered in a shopping center parking lot. According to the newscast Elaine had been active in anti-gang activity and encouraged youth to choose another life path.
Her husband and family will severely miss her. Let's pray that her death was not in vain. Elaine Garza put her life on the line. May the community continue to follow her example of courage in the face of evil.
Lord, bring peace to the family and friends of Elaine Garza. Make her life a shining banner for change to our community.
So be it,
Mother T
Mother_T@yahoo.com
The news yesterday featured the lovely Elaine Garza who was murdered in a shopping center parking lot. According to the newscast Elaine had been active in anti-gang activity and encouraged youth to choose another life path.
Her husband and family will severely miss her. Let's pray that her death was not in vain. Elaine Garza put her life on the line. May the community continue to follow her example of courage in the face of evil.
Lord, bring peace to the family and friends of Elaine Garza. Make her life a shining banner for change to our community.
So be it,
Mother T
Mother_T@yahoo.com
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
The Quadrant of Death
The idea of "spiritual strongholds" isn't in vogue. The notion that certain geographic areas are under the dominion of dark entities smacks of superstition and ignorance in an "enlightened" world.
Yet, in the City of Angels we have a "Quadrant of Death." If you go to the Homicide Report at the LA Times Blog you will see a map of LA with red balloons (or maybe drops of blood?) marking the locations of the 200 murders that have occurred since January first. It's a visual snapshot of the boundaries of most of the homicides in LA. Is this simply a socio-economic phenomenon? Is it merely a culture of death...or are there spiritual implications?
Last summer my husband celebrated our return to LA by booking the Baja Cruise, a five day trip down the coast to Catalina, San Diego and Ensenada. I hadn't been to Mexico since I was a small child. With my Hispanic roots and the tremendous Mexican influence in Southern California, Mexico has always puzzled me.
Why can't Mexico get its act together? With all its natural resources you'd think that by now they would have figured out a way to create a prosperous society. People say, "Oh, it's the corruption...it's the greed of the wealthy ruling class." I'm no student of Mexican history, but obviously something is very wrong with a country when so many people are willing to leave their families and brave electric fences, security guards' guns, and the broiling desert to find a new life.
As a tourista touring downtown Ensenada, I watched Americans ignoring small indigenious women selling cheap bracelets while their children peddled penny candy. Desperate shop owners beckoned us to buy their wares. Even the restaurants posted depressed hawkers waving menus.
Maybe some of the tourists had a great time, but I hated it. I felt oppressed. What was really going on? I started looking closely at what was for sale. In the midst of silver, gems, leather, and stained glass there were also symbols of the Mexican culture--Day of the Dead Dolls and pictures of the ancient gods. Serpents and masks of Mayan, Aztec and Inca origin.
That's when I identified what weighed my spirit. I was in a place I didn't belong, a place under a spiritual dominion far removed from my Christian comfort zone. It isn't the ruling class that keeps Mexico down, it's the ruling gods.
Could LA's "Quadrant of Death" be under a similiar spiritual dominion? What would happen if Christians came together and prayed light and the Holy Spirit to break through these spiritual strong holds?
It's time to break out of our "holy huddles" and join prayer forces for a spiritually free LA.
Lord, give us a clear vision of the spiritual realities of our city. Bring like-minded believers together for Your purposes and liberate Your people trapped in the Quadrant of Death.
So Be It,
Mother T
Mother_T@yahoo.com
Yet, in the City of Angels we have a "Quadrant of Death." If you go to the Homicide Report at the LA Times Blog you will see a map of LA with red balloons (or maybe drops of blood?) marking the locations of the 200 murders that have occurred since January first. It's a visual snapshot of the boundaries of most of the homicides in LA. Is this simply a socio-economic phenomenon? Is it merely a culture of death...or are there spiritual implications?
Last summer my husband celebrated our return to LA by booking the Baja Cruise, a five day trip down the coast to Catalina, San Diego and Ensenada. I hadn't been to Mexico since I was a small child. With my Hispanic roots and the tremendous Mexican influence in Southern California, Mexico has always puzzled me.
Why can't Mexico get its act together? With all its natural resources you'd think that by now they would have figured out a way to create a prosperous society. People say, "Oh, it's the corruption...it's the greed of the wealthy ruling class." I'm no student of Mexican history, but obviously something is very wrong with a country when so many people are willing to leave their families and brave electric fences, security guards' guns, and the broiling desert to find a new life.
As a tourista touring downtown Ensenada, I watched Americans ignoring small indigenious women selling cheap bracelets while their children peddled penny candy. Desperate shop owners beckoned us to buy their wares. Even the restaurants posted depressed hawkers waving menus.
Maybe some of the tourists had a great time, but I hated it. I felt oppressed. What was really going on? I started looking closely at what was for sale. In the midst of silver, gems, leather, and stained glass there were also symbols of the Mexican culture--Day of the Dead Dolls and pictures of the ancient gods. Serpents and masks of Mayan, Aztec and Inca origin.
That's when I identified what weighed my spirit. I was in a place I didn't belong, a place under a spiritual dominion far removed from my Christian comfort zone. It isn't the ruling class that keeps Mexico down, it's the ruling gods.
Could LA's "Quadrant of Death" be under a similiar spiritual dominion? What would happen if Christians came together and prayed light and the Holy Spirit to break through these spiritual strong holds?
It's time to break out of our "holy huddles" and join prayer forces for a spiritually free LA.
Lord, give us a clear vision of the spiritual realities of our city. Bring like-minded believers together for Your purposes and liberate Your people trapped in the Quadrant of Death.
So Be It,
Mother T
Mother_T@yahoo.com
Friday, April 11, 2008
Murder Moratorium
Last week marked the 40th anniversary of the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Civil rights activists called for a 40 hour "murder moratorium" over the weekend. Here is the quote from the Homicide Report on the conclusion of the moratorium:
On Monday, Eddie Jones, president of the Los Angeles Civil Rights Association, said the moratorium was a success despite the multiple murders (3). "There wasn't a great loss of life," said Jones. He said in the past there had been greater number of lives lost to gun and gang violence. "We sent out a beautiful message: stop the killings. Save a human life. Respect one another. Have some dignity in yourselves. Stop hurting one another and save our children," said Jones. As for those responsible for the homicides , Jones said, "Only God knows everything."
Isn't it surreal to live in a place that requires a "murder moratorium"? Let's save electricity, conserve our water, and not murder anyone today. It's Leave Your Guns and Knives At Home Day.
Well, let's hope it's a start. Let's pray that one by one, people see the insanity of the murderous gang mentality and begin taking a higher road.
Oh Lord, open our minds to Your thoughts, Your ways. Raise up youth in our communities who know You and become your ambassadors to your Kingdom. Bring a permanent Murder Moratorium to LA.
So Be It,
Mother T
Mother-T@ yahoo.com
On Monday, Eddie Jones, president of the Los Angeles Civil Rights Association, said the moratorium was a success despite the multiple murders (3). "There wasn't a great loss of life," said Jones. He said in the past there had been greater number of lives lost to gun and gang violence. "We sent out a beautiful message: stop the killings. Save a human life. Respect one another. Have some dignity in yourselves. Stop hurting one another and save our children," said Jones. As for those responsible for the homicides , Jones said, "Only God knows everything."
Isn't it surreal to live in a place that requires a "murder moratorium"? Let's save electricity, conserve our water, and not murder anyone today. It's Leave Your Guns and Knives At Home Day.
Well, let's hope it's a start. Let's pray that one by one, people see the insanity of the murderous gang mentality and begin taking a higher road.
Oh Lord, open our minds to Your thoughts, Your ways. Raise up youth in our communities who know You and become your ambassadors to your Kingdom. Bring a permanent Murder Moratorium to LA.
So Be It,
Mother T
Mother-T@ yahoo.com
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
April Fools
To quote from my husband, quoting from John Wimber, "I am a fool for Christ. Whose fool are you?"
It often feels foolish writing this blog, praying in cyber space like some sort of blathering religious nut. Will I be standing on street corners next holding up "Come to Jesus" signs?
Can this really make a "difference"? The more I study "the Word" and the more I study modern science, I have to say yes.
I love reading about quantum physics--the study of the unseen world of atoms and energy. Did you know that scientists are learning more and more about the power of thought--the ability of "intention" to change the physical world?
And what else is prayer but positive intention to change our world? I believe prayer is a creative collaboration between mankind and God. Jesus spoke of a Holy Spirit, a Counselor to aid and guide us. When we join spiritual forces with the Holy Spirit miracles can happen, even in LA.
Did you know that seventy members of the La Cienega neighborhood marched last weekend for peace in their streets? They met with some opposition, but it will take that kind of quiet courage to prevail over the chaos of violence.
Corporate prayer pulls in unseen power and radiates peace waves throughout the community. It's a good place to begin, even if you feel foolish.
Be a Fool for Peace.
Oh Lord, give us the courage to be fools for you, for what is foolish in the eyes of man is wisdom in the eyes of God.
So Be It,
Mother T
It often feels foolish writing this blog, praying in cyber space like some sort of blathering religious nut. Will I be standing on street corners next holding up "Come to Jesus" signs?
Can this really make a "difference"? The more I study "the Word" and the more I study modern science, I have to say yes.
I love reading about quantum physics--the study of the unseen world of atoms and energy. Did you know that scientists are learning more and more about the power of thought--the ability of "intention" to change the physical world?
And what else is prayer but positive intention to change our world? I believe prayer is a creative collaboration between mankind and God. Jesus spoke of a Holy Spirit, a Counselor to aid and guide us. When we join spiritual forces with the Holy Spirit miracles can happen, even in LA.
Did you know that seventy members of the La Cienega neighborhood marched last weekend for peace in their streets? They met with some opposition, but it will take that kind of quiet courage to prevail over the chaos of violence.
Corporate prayer pulls in unseen power and radiates peace waves throughout the community. It's a good place to begin, even if you feel foolish.
Be a Fool for Peace.
Oh Lord, give us the courage to be fools for you, for what is foolish in the eyes of man is wisdom in the eyes of God.
So Be It,
Mother T
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Cloudy Souls
Good morning, LA!
Often in the wee hours of the morn I lay semi-asleep, aware of thoughts and images drifting through my mind. Those are the times I'm somewhere between levels of realities, opening the mental gate to ideas beyond my own mind.
Last night some interesting imagery floated on by. I saw the marine layer that often shrouds LA in a grey, drab fog as a metaphor for the spiritual state of our people. As I gaze on the faces of LA I see so many dim lights. Rather than shining with the joy the Lord, most people appear clouded and grey. They are surrounded by a spiritual cloud of fear and guilt.
I might have forgotten that image upon awakening, as so many ideas dissolve at daybreak, but then my meditation time took me to Lesson 69 in "A Course in Miracles." Here is what it said:
"Think of your mind as a vast circle, surrounded by a layer of heavy, dark clouds. You can see only the clouds...From where you stand, you can see no reason to believe there is a brilliant light hidden by the clouds. The clouds seem to be the only reality. They seem to be all there is to see. Therefore, you do not attempt to go through them and past them, which is the only way in which you would be really convinced of their lack of substance."
The lesson then goes through a meditation to break through the clouds and reach the brilliant light beyond, the Light of the World.
The people of LA need to see the illusion of their personal fogs--the fears, the guilt, the anger and resentments that make up their reality. In truth, they have no substance, they are merely clouds.
Coming to know the Living Christ, being filled with the joy of the Holy Spirit--that's the way to the Light.
Oh Lord, blow away the clouds in the souls of LA. Show us your sparkling, blue sky, your Shining Son.
So Be It,
Mother T
Often in the wee hours of the morn I lay semi-asleep, aware of thoughts and images drifting through my mind. Those are the times I'm somewhere between levels of realities, opening the mental gate to ideas beyond my own mind.
Last night some interesting imagery floated on by. I saw the marine layer that often shrouds LA in a grey, drab fog as a metaphor for the spiritual state of our people. As I gaze on the faces of LA I see so many dim lights. Rather than shining with the joy the Lord, most people appear clouded and grey. They are surrounded by a spiritual cloud of fear and guilt.
I might have forgotten that image upon awakening, as so many ideas dissolve at daybreak, but then my meditation time took me to Lesson 69 in "A Course in Miracles." Here is what it said:
"Think of your mind as a vast circle, surrounded by a layer of heavy, dark clouds. You can see only the clouds...From where you stand, you can see no reason to believe there is a brilliant light hidden by the clouds. The clouds seem to be the only reality. They seem to be all there is to see. Therefore, you do not attempt to go through them and past them, which is the only way in which you would be really convinced of their lack of substance."
The lesson then goes through a meditation to break through the clouds and reach the brilliant light beyond, the Light of the World.
The people of LA need to see the illusion of their personal fogs--the fears, the guilt, the anger and resentments that make up their reality. In truth, they have no substance, they are merely clouds.
Coming to know the Living Christ, being filled with the joy of the Holy Spirit--that's the way to the Light.
Oh Lord, blow away the clouds in the souls of LA. Show us your sparkling, blue sky, your Shining Son.
So Be It,
Mother T
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Be Still, L.A.
Returning to LA has been a fascinating and jarring dose of culture shock. There are so many different stratas of society, culture, economics levels, religions and value systems all mixed into the cosmic soup of Los Angeles.
In some ways it's a modern version of Chicago in the 1930's when Al Capone and his fellow gangsters tore through the streets with tommy guns-- The Untouchables. Only 41% of homicides in LA are solved because people are afraid of retaliation. Last November a man on a crowded street was doused with gasoline and set on fire in broad daylight. No witnesses, no suspects.
Fear reigns.
Fear reigns and faith is weak. People here are so busy driving from place to place, scrambling for a living, listening to their I-POD and talking on their cell phone. They can't hear the Voice of God.
"Be Still and Know that I am God"
I believe the Lord is calling to many and they need only learn to be still and His voice will be heard over the din of planes, trains, ambulances, helicopters, lawn mowers and TV's.
Be Still, LA. Find a quiet place, a restful moment, a book of encouragement. Be Still and hear the whisper of Spirit--Fear not, for the Lord is with you.
Oh Lord, help us be Still to feel your presence, to know You. With You all things are possible. With You all fears released. Give us the courage to make our communities safe and filled with Your spirit.
So Be It,
Mother T
Mother_T@yahoo.com
In some ways it's a modern version of Chicago in the 1930's when Al Capone and his fellow gangsters tore through the streets with tommy guns-- The Untouchables. Only 41% of homicides in LA are solved because people are afraid of retaliation. Last November a man on a crowded street was doused with gasoline and set on fire in broad daylight. No witnesses, no suspects.
Fear reigns.
Fear reigns and faith is weak. People here are so busy driving from place to place, scrambling for a living, listening to their I-POD and talking on their cell phone. They can't hear the Voice of God.
"Be Still and Know that I am God"
I believe the Lord is calling to many and they need only learn to be still and His voice will be heard over the din of planes, trains, ambulances, helicopters, lawn mowers and TV's.
Be Still, LA. Find a quiet place, a restful moment, a book of encouragement. Be Still and hear the whisper of Spirit--Fear not, for the Lord is with you.
Oh Lord, help us be Still to feel your presence, to know You. With You all things are possible. With You all fears released. Give us the courage to make our communities safe and filled with Your spirit.
So Be It,
Mother T
Mother_T@yahoo.com
Thursday, March 13, 2008
The Definition of Insanity
The funeral for Jamiel Shaw, Jr. was highlighted on the news and recieved front page coverage on the Times. As incredibly sad as this story is, I'm very grateful it wasn't buried or ignored. An editorial about gang violence and interviews with people actually working with at-risk youths also made the paper. Awareness is a positive step.
Interestingly, one of the problems cited for the increase in uncontrolled gang violence is the incarceration of older gangsters and relatives no longer in the neighborhoods to bring an element of control. A new study showed that 1 in 15 blacks are currently in prison. 1 in 32 latinos are in jail.
So, are we safer now?
Lord, show us the way out of this insanity. Give us the courage to take responsibility for our communities and nurture children toward you and away from darkness.
So Be It,
Mother T
Interestingly, one of the problems cited for the increase in uncontrolled gang violence is the incarceration of older gangsters and relatives no longer in the neighborhoods to bring an element of control. A new study showed that 1 in 15 blacks are currently in prison. 1 in 32 latinos are in jail.
So, are we safer now?
Lord, show us the way out of this insanity. Give us the courage to take responsibility for our communities and nurture children toward you and away from darkness.
So Be It,
Mother T
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Sprinting for God
Homicide Report: Jamiel Shaw, Jr. a handsome black young man 17 years old, shown in his football uniform. He was approached by three Hispanics, asked what gang he belonged to and didn't respond. He was shot by these strangers and then held by his father. He died at the hospital.
Ratchonok Seeswa, a 28 year old Asian woman was stabbed to death in Downey.
Glen Giles, a 47 year old man was stabbed 18 times. He was the Director of New Business for Hallmark Data Systems
Two young men, Byron San Jose and Edwin Arevalo were shot by police officers in separate incidents. There were several comments on these deaths expressing anger at either the police or the young men.
Lord, we lift up these souls and their families to you. We ask you send comfort to those experiencing these losses first hand. We ask for healing from anger.
***
This weekend twenty-seven thousand runners hit the streets of Los Angeles for the LA Marathon. Wow, 27,000!
Paul talks about "running the good race." Wouldn't it be great if 27,000 believers trained and ran as hard spreading the power of peace as those marathoners did for a new Honda?
Think of the possibilities for real change in LA if we all really got charged at the starting line and sprinted to the finish for God.
Think about it.
Mother T.
Ratchonok Seeswa, a 28 year old Asian woman was stabbed to death in Downey.
Glen Giles, a 47 year old man was stabbed 18 times. He was the Director of New Business for Hallmark Data Systems
Two young men, Byron San Jose and Edwin Arevalo were shot by police officers in separate incidents. There were several comments on these deaths expressing anger at either the police or the young men.
Lord, we lift up these souls and their families to you. We ask you send comfort to those experiencing these losses first hand. We ask for healing from anger.
***
This weekend twenty-seven thousand runners hit the streets of Los Angeles for the LA Marathon. Wow, 27,000!
Paul talks about "running the good race." Wouldn't it be great if 27,000 believers trained and ran as hard spreading the power of peace as those marathoners did for a new Honda?
Think of the possibilities for real change in LA if we all really got charged at the starting line and sprinted to the finish for God.
Think about it.
Mother T.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Women of Courage
More schools were locked down in LA this week in the wake of a shooting spree at a bus stop that ended with five children and three adults wounded. At first the shooting suggested a random act of violence--a crazy man with a gun firing into the crowd. This, of course, caused an escalation of the fear that always grips the city. Random violence means anyone can be the next victim.
But then, there was a small sigh of relief. It appears this shooting was gang related--one target and the others innocent bystanders. Phew, things are back to normal. Gang violence is part of life here, like the beaches and the mountains. You gotta take the good with the bad. As long as the gangs are mainly shooting each other, life goes on.
DOES NO ONE ELSE SEE THE INSANITY IN THIS REASONING?
Now, there were calls for increased police protection and I heard a very eloquent council woman speaking out against the violence and I applaud her. But, it's going to take a critical mass change of attitude in LA for there to be any true change.
My next thought is: what are the mothers doing? Surely there are many women in thousands of households across the city feeding and raising these gang members. They aren't robots with guns. When will the women recognize their power and begin turning things around?
Women can make a tremendous difference when they quit being victims, refuse to accept with the unending cycles of violence. Think it can't be done?
Look to Ireland. In the 1970's Betty Williams and Mairead Corrigan met at the funeral of Mairead's young nieces and nephews. Betty had witnessed their violent deaths on the streets of Belfast. They decided enough was enough. Decades of hate must come to an end. They formed Women of Peace, later changed to Community of Peace People and began non-violent marches for peace. They met with a lot of opposition, had their lives threatened, were injured and beaten. But like Gandhi, they grasped the concept that peaceful power is stronger than force. People began to change their behaviors. The women were awarded a Nobel Peace Prize for their efforts. Ireland is a much better place today.
LA can be a better place, also. The cycles can be broken, the chains of gang enslavement snapped. It can begin with the women.
Oh Lord, raise up women of courage, strength, and wisdom in this city. Let them see beyond the past, free them from hopelessness, deliver them from apathy. Begin a new work through You of peace, forgiveness, and reconciliation.
So be it,
Mother T
But then, there was a small sigh of relief. It appears this shooting was gang related--one target and the others innocent bystanders. Phew, things are back to normal. Gang violence is part of life here, like the beaches and the mountains. You gotta take the good with the bad. As long as the gangs are mainly shooting each other, life goes on.
DOES NO ONE ELSE SEE THE INSANITY IN THIS REASONING?
Now, there were calls for increased police protection and I heard a very eloquent council woman speaking out against the violence and I applaud her. But, it's going to take a critical mass change of attitude in LA for there to be any true change.
My next thought is: what are the mothers doing? Surely there are many women in thousands of households across the city feeding and raising these gang members. They aren't robots with guns. When will the women recognize their power and begin turning things around?
Women can make a tremendous difference when they quit being victims, refuse to accept with the unending cycles of violence. Think it can't be done?
Look to Ireland. In the 1970's Betty Williams and Mairead Corrigan met at the funeral of Mairead's young nieces and nephews. Betty had witnessed their violent deaths on the streets of Belfast. They decided enough was enough. Decades of hate must come to an end. They formed Women of Peace, later changed to Community of Peace People and began non-violent marches for peace. They met with a lot of opposition, had their lives threatened, were injured and beaten. But like Gandhi, they grasped the concept that peaceful power is stronger than force. People began to change their behaviors. The women were awarded a Nobel Peace Prize for their efforts. Ireland is a much better place today.
LA can be a better place, also. The cycles can be broken, the chains of gang enslavement snapped. It can begin with the women.
Oh Lord, raise up women of courage, strength, and wisdom in this city. Let them see beyond the past, free them from hopelessness, deliver them from apathy. Begin a new work through You of peace, forgiveness, and reconciliation.
So be it,
Mother T
Friday, February 29, 2008
Law of Attraction
"Whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. What you have learned and received and heard and seen in me, do; and the God of peace will be with you." Phillippians 4:8-9
Gee, could LA use a good dose of that Scriptural version of the Law of Attraction.
This week's Homicide Report at the LA Times revealed detailed accounts of two boys mowed down--Anthony "Chucho" Escobar, only 13 years old shot in his driveway and Antwan Cole, 19, murdered at a bus stop. The Times coverage has expanded beyond bare facts, to interviewing family members. On-line responses are growing. I think this shift of awareness that these casualties of violence are real human beings and not faceless thugs is a positive step.
Responses vary from prayers to expressions of fear or anger. At least we as community members are taking notice. This is a community problem, not merely a police problem.
I certainly don't have "the" answer for solving LA gang problem, obviously nobody does. But going back to the Scripture from Phillipians is a good place start. The attraction and glamour of Gang life needs to become obsolete. Our youth has to have a change of mind, a change in what they want to attract into their lives. They need to understand what is "honorable, just, pure and lovely" and follow a path in those directions, only then can they come to know the God of peace.
"Oh Lord, we lift the families of Chucho and Antwan to you this morning. We ask you bring them comfort and consolation in their loss. Use the lives of these boys as a catalyst for positive change, not unending revenge. Show our youth how to find the excellence in themselves through you."
So Be It,
Mother T
mother_t@yahoo.com
Gee, could LA use a good dose of that Scriptural version of the Law of Attraction.
This week's Homicide Report at the LA Times revealed detailed accounts of two boys mowed down--Anthony "Chucho" Escobar, only 13 years old shot in his driveway and Antwan Cole, 19, murdered at a bus stop. The Times coverage has expanded beyond bare facts, to interviewing family members. On-line responses are growing. I think this shift of awareness that these casualties of violence are real human beings and not faceless thugs is a positive step.
Responses vary from prayers to expressions of fear or anger. At least we as community members are taking notice. This is a community problem, not merely a police problem.
I certainly don't have "the" answer for solving LA gang problem, obviously nobody does. But going back to the Scripture from Phillipians is a good place start. The attraction and glamour of Gang life needs to become obsolete. Our youth has to have a change of mind, a change in what they want to attract into their lives. They need to understand what is "honorable, just, pure and lovely" and follow a path in those directions, only then can they come to know the God of peace.
"Oh Lord, we lift the families of Chucho and Antwan to you this morning. We ask you bring them comfort and consolation in their loss. Use the lives of these boys as a catalyst for positive change, not unending revenge. Show our youth how to find the excellence in themselves through you."
So Be It,
Mother T
mother_t@yahoo.com
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Hope-full
Images of yellow tapes and ambulances removing covered bodies from two "nice" neighborhoods have been my wake-up snippets of news this week. One man in Yorba Linda killed himself and his wife and children. In Baldwin Park a young man killed his mother and four neighbors. The newscaster ended her report with this comment: "The shooter is only known to be a twenty- seven-year old man with possible mental problems." Ya think?
What I see so much in LA is a lack of hope. Often in the news we hear "motive is unknown." To me it's pretty clear--these people have absolutely no hope for the future. The present is so painful, the future so bleak--they take themselves and anyone in the near proximity out with them.
I watch faces at the bus stops. So many grim, hopeless faces. It's rare to see a spontaneous smile in LA, especially at those bus stops.
Life is a difficult journey. Mine hasn't been easy. But somewhere along the line I found faith; I've experienced the joy of the Lord. I know His grace in the darkest nights and the bleakest days.
The appeal of Barak Obama is no mystery. His message isn't just change--it's hope. He's offering a trickle of hope to a thirsty hope-parched land. He even wrote a book entitled "The Audacity of Hope."
Of course, placing all hopes in a man, no matter how fine the man may be, eventually falls flat. This city and this nation needs to find their hope in the Creator of the Universe.
Oh, Lord, fill our empty hearts with your ever-flowing streams. Bring us joy and show us your presence in all circumstances. Make us hope-full.
So Be It,
Mother T
Mother_t@yahoo.com
What I see so much in LA is a lack of hope. Often in the news we hear "motive is unknown." To me it's pretty clear--these people have absolutely no hope for the future. The present is so painful, the future so bleak--they take themselves and anyone in the near proximity out with them.
I watch faces at the bus stops. So many grim, hopeless faces. It's rare to see a spontaneous smile in LA, especially at those bus stops.
Life is a difficult journey. Mine hasn't been easy. But somewhere along the line I found faith; I've experienced the joy of the Lord. I know His grace in the darkest nights and the bleakest days.
The appeal of Barak Obama is no mystery. His message isn't just change--it's hope. He's offering a trickle of hope to a thirsty hope-parched land. He even wrote a book entitled "The Audacity of Hope."
Of course, placing all hopes in a man, no matter how fine the man may be, eventually falls flat. This city and this nation needs to find their hope in the Creator of the Universe.
Oh, Lord, fill our empty hearts with your ever-flowing streams. Bring us joy and show us your presence in all circumstances. Make us hope-full.
So Be It,
Mother T
Mother_t@yahoo.com
Monday, February 25, 2008
Inspiration Line
If you aren't familiar with the E-Zine Inspiration Line, check it out:
http://www.inspirationline.com/EZINE/25FEB2008.htm
Mother T
http://www.inspirationline.com/EZINE/25FEB2008.htm
Mother T
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Images
There were a few memorable moments in the news seared into my brain this week. One was President Bush, leader of the free world, line-dancing with brightly garbed African women. Reminded me of Gene Kelley & Donald O'Conner in "Singin' in the Rain" re-telling their bufoonish beginnings--"Dignity, always dignity."
On a more serious note, the LA Times covered the street memorial of one Daniel Leon, shot by police after gunning down Marcos Salas as he walked his two-year-old granddaughter down the street. To paraphrase an old adage, he that lives by the assault rifle, shall die by the assault rifle.
The Times featured two pictures of Daniel's brother, Jesus Leon, obviously depressed and sad. Wearing a black hoodie and comforting a young woman, he wasn't clearly the"scum" labeled by some comments in the Homicide Report. On the other hand, as a member of the infamous Leon family, one of thirteen children currently born into a fifty year tradition of the Mexican Mafia, it's all too probable that Jesus will be following in his brother's footsteps.
The question arises in my mind: is there any hope for these people caught up in the gang mentality? If the police and social workers couldn't turn the tide in fifty years, will there ever been an end to the cycle of drug dealing and violence?
Comments on the web suggest bull dozing the cluster of cheap apartments and barred stucco homes and replacing them with pricey condos. That would certainly drive them out, but to where? Wouldn't they take their habits and hatreds to new neighborhoods?
I keep thinking about Jesus Leon. Is it possible that he could break out of the gang mentality? What if just a few of these young men made a suddenly leap of awareness to a higher level? And where could that begin except at a spiritual level? To a large extent everyone lives within a world of their own creation.
I was reading "A Course in Miracles" this morning and was struck by these words: Unshaken does the Holy Spirit look on what you see; on sin and pain and death, on grief and separation and on loss. Yet does He know one thing must still be true; God is still love, and this is not His Will.
I have hope for Jesus Leon, hope that he can find a new path, a higher purpose, a break from the past to a new awakening. With God all things are still possible. I'll be praying for him. Won't you join me?
So be it,
Mother T
On a more serious note, the LA Times covered the street memorial of one Daniel Leon, shot by police after gunning down Marcos Salas as he walked his two-year-old granddaughter down the street. To paraphrase an old adage, he that lives by the assault rifle, shall die by the assault rifle.
The Times featured two pictures of Daniel's brother, Jesus Leon, obviously depressed and sad. Wearing a black hoodie and comforting a young woman, he wasn't clearly the"scum" labeled by some comments in the Homicide Report. On the other hand, as a member of the infamous Leon family, one of thirteen children currently born into a fifty year tradition of the Mexican Mafia, it's all too probable that Jesus will be following in his brother's footsteps.
The question arises in my mind: is there any hope for these people caught up in the gang mentality? If the police and social workers couldn't turn the tide in fifty years, will there ever been an end to the cycle of drug dealing and violence?
Comments on the web suggest bull dozing the cluster of cheap apartments and barred stucco homes and replacing them with pricey condos. That would certainly drive them out, but to where? Wouldn't they take their habits and hatreds to new neighborhoods?
I keep thinking about Jesus Leon. Is it possible that he could break out of the gang mentality? What if just a few of these young men made a suddenly leap of awareness to a higher level? And where could that begin except at a spiritual level? To a large extent everyone lives within a world of their own creation.
I was reading "A Course in Miracles" this morning and was struck by these words: Unshaken does the Holy Spirit look on what you see; on sin and pain and death, on grief and separation and on loss. Yet does He know one thing must still be true; God is still love, and this is not His Will.
I have hope for Jesus Leon, hope that he can find a new path, a higher purpose, a break from the past to a new awakening. With God all things are still possible. I'll be praying for him. Won't you join me?
So be it,
Mother T
Friday, February 22, 2008
Murder and Miracles
The paper this morning is bursting with gang violence in LA. A 37 year old man was shot over a dozen times in Glassell Park while walking down the street with a two year old. Miraculously, the two year old was not hit. Four schools and an entire neighborhood were shut down for several hours while police shot it out with gang members. The homicide report names Jorge Rosas, Jr., Alfonso Arzola, Arthur Manchaca and Steve Garcia as the latest casualties of this under ground war.
Lord, I join with others across the city to break the generational bonds of gang violence. Only You can change the hearts of those caught in the cycle of destruction. Send a mighty wind to extinguish the flames of hatred. Send consolation to the families and neighborhoods caught in the cross fire.
On a more hopeful note, there was the story yesterday of a toddler in Pomona who drowned last month in his grandmother's swimming pool. He was found floating face down and was given CPR by a passing postman. According to the report, the child had no heart beat for two hours, though I'm guessing he was put on some sort of life support. The doctors told his mother that even if he revived he would be greatly brain damaged. However, revive he did, with seemingly no bad effects. The camera caught him playing in his front yard, whole and healthy. His mother notes one major change: he repeatedly points up and appears to be looking at something no one else can see. Maybe this is the City of the Angels after all...
Have a blessed day--
Mother T
mother_t@yahoo.com
Lord, I join with others across the city to break the generational bonds of gang violence. Only You can change the hearts of those caught in the cycle of destruction. Send a mighty wind to extinguish the flames of hatred. Send consolation to the families and neighborhoods caught in the cross fire.
On a more hopeful note, there was the story yesterday of a toddler in Pomona who drowned last month in his grandmother's swimming pool. He was found floating face down and was given CPR by a passing postman. According to the report, the child had no heart beat for two hours, though I'm guessing he was put on some sort of life support. The doctors told his mother that even if he revived he would be greatly brain damaged. However, revive he did, with seemingly no bad effects. The camera caught him playing in his front yard, whole and healthy. His mother notes one major change: he repeatedly points up and appears to be looking at something no one else can see. Maybe this is the City of the Angels after all...
Have a blessed day--
Mother T
mother_t@yahoo.com
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Small Miracles
Homicide Report: A young man named Carlos Castillos was shot by police after he apparently tried to rob three people. Another young man lost to desperation and violence. Peace to the spirit of Carlos Castillos and comfort to the family he leaves behind.
Every day I force myself to read the LA Times Homicide Report. It's a hard thing to do. I imagine the mother of the lost child, the friends feeling the pain. When I see news bites about the ones that make the 5 o'clock broadcast, I feel like I know the family. Day after day, it's hard to continue.
Yet, I also know that by lifting up these families, this city in the higher vibrations of prayer, it can make a difference. So, I carry on.
Today I am impressed to expect small miracles. There's been a lot of buzz about the Law of Attraction. While some of it reeks of rank "Name it and Claim It"--Lord, I see myself in that new Miatta convertible, there is a lot of validity to the Law of Attraction. The idea boils down to this: We attract what we dwell upon. Unfortunately, it works not only for positive, but for negative. If all we think about is how broke we are, we will stay forever broke.
So, for today let's practice pondering small miracles. For LA I'd picture gentle rain with the hillsides staying firm; smiles to the strangers we pass on the street; gang members who leave their guns at home; homeless finding a dry place to sleep and warm food to eat; kindness breaking out all over town.
Oh, and just for grins, let's pray a cosmic hand guides a 40 million dollar missile into a perfect trajectory for a runaway satellite charging faster than the speed of sound toward earth. As Gilda Radner used to say, "It's always something."
Lord, bless LA today with countless small miracles.
So Be It--
Mother T
Every day I force myself to read the LA Times Homicide Report. It's a hard thing to do. I imagine the mother of the lost child, the friends feeling the pain. When I see news bites about the ones that make the 5 o'clock broadcast, I feel like I know the family. Day after day, it's hard to continue.
Yet, I also know that by lifting up these families, this city in the higher vibrations of prayer, it can make a difference. So, I carry on.
Today I am impressed to expect small miracles. There's been a lot of buzz about the Law of Attraction. While some of it reeks of rank "Name it and Claim It"--Lord, I see myself in that new Miatta convertible, there is a lot of validity to the Law of Attraction. The idea boils down to this: We attract what we dwell upon. Unfortunately, it works not only for positive, but for negative. If all we think about is how broke we are, we will stay forever broke.
So, for today let's practice pondering small miracles. For LA I'd picture gentle rain with the hillsides staying firm; smiles to the strangers we pass on the street; gang members who leave their guns at home; homeless finding a dry place to sleep and warm food to eat; kindness breaking out all over town.
Oh, and just for grins, let's pray a cosmic hand guides a 40 million dollar missile into a perfect trajectory for a runaway satellite charging faster than the speed of sound toward earth. As Gilda Radner used to say, "It's always something."
Lord, bless LA today with countless small miracles.
So Be It--
Mother T
Monday, February 18, 2008
A City of Need
A prayer of consolation for the spirits and families of Eileen Orta, Emily Grigsby and Rafael Rodriguez who perished over the weekend through violent acts as listed on the Homicide Report.
The LA Times had an interview this morning with Pastor Jeff Carr who heads up gang intervention for the city of Los Angeles. He has a daunting and dangerous task. I pray that he be empowered and protected by the Holy Spirit.
Finally, today I lift the struggling victims of the fire storms of last fall. Rebuilding lives after total devastation takes tremendous time, energy, and resources. It requires communities to come together and help each other.
Lord, I lift the people of Calfornia whose lives were disrupted and injured by the fires. Send them the help they need to move forward. Let Your spirit be known to them as they turn to you for intervention.
So Be It
Mother T
The LA Times had an interview this morning with Pastor Jeff Carr who heads up gang intervention for the city of Los Angeles. He has a daunting and dangerous task. I pray that he be empowered and protected by the Holy Spirit.
Finally, today I lift the struggling victims of the fire storms of last fall. Rebuilding lives after total devastation takes tremendous time, energy, and resources. It requires communities to come together and help each other.
Lord, I lift the people of Calfornia whose lives were disrupted and injured by the fires. Send them the help they need to move forward. Let Your spirit be known to them as they turn to you for intervention.
So Be It
Mother T
Saturday, February 16, 2008
The 100th Monkey
Today's entry is short and sweet. Go read:
http://www.wowzone.com/monkey.htm
The whole idea of "morphogenic fields" is a scientific explanation of the power of group prayer. Matthew 18:18-20 puts it this way: "Truly, I say to you, whatever you bind on earth shall be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven. Again I say to you, if two of you agree on earth about anything they ask, it will be done, for them by my Father in heaven. For where two or three are gathered in my name, there I am in the midst of them."
Mother T
http://www.wowzone.com/monkey.htm
The whole idea of "morphogenic fields" is a scientific explanation of the power of group prayer. Matthew 18:18-20 puts it this way: "Truly, I say to you, whatever you bind on earth shall be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven. Again I say to you, if two of you agree on earth about anything they ask, it will be done, for them by my Father in heaven. For where two or three are gathered in my name, there I am in the midst of them."
Mother T
Friday, February 15, 2008
Farewell Officer Randy
Today Officer Randal Simmons will be laid to rest. A crowd of 10,000 is expected to attend the funeral of this esteemed SWAT officer, husband, father, and Christian. Like most of LA, I only heard of "Officer Randy" after his sudden death in the line of duty. Though his passing certainly leaves a hole in the hearts of his family, friends, and co-workers, his life and legacy remains a positive force for good. Seeing the faces of the children he influenced on the news, I'm sure many of them will go on with the encouraging words of Officer Randy echoing in their minds.
While so many people in law enforcement succomb to bitterness and disillusionment at the human condition, Officer Simmons saw people through the eyes of God.
Lord, thank you for speaking through people like Officer Randy. Send your blessings and comfort to his family, let them know Randy is at home with you.
So Be It
Mother T
While so many people in law enforcement succomb to bitterness and disillusionment at the human condition, Officer Simmons saw people through the eyes of God.
Lord, thank you for speaking through people like Officer Randy. Send your blessings and comfort to his family, let them know Randy is at home with you.
So Be It
Mother T
Thursday, February 14, 2008
All My Sons
Today's homicide report contained the account of three young latino men killed over the course of three hours in Pomona. A middle aged black man was gunned down while walking down a street in LA.
So, what else is new, right? Evidently Pomona hadn't seen a homicide in nearly a year. The chief of police Romero noted "you couldn't expect a year to go by without a homicide." So, I guess three deaths in one day sort of evened things out, huh?
Am I a fool to think there's something wrong with this sense of complacency? Or does change begin with awareness and compassion? Why should I care about deaths of strangers in another town?
I guess I have bought into the idea that we are all connected--that these acts of violence affect us all. A ripple effect radiates into the atmosphere with every deed of destruction, every shot fired, every malignant act of hatred.
All these names listed in the Homicide Report represent someone's son. Thank God, you say, it's not your son.
Have you ever seen the Arthur Miller play, "All My Sons"? It doesn't get much attention nowadays. Miller liked to dramatize a message. Today, we just want to be entertained. But Miller knew how to punch an emotional whollop. As I recall, the play revolves around a man who made a lot of money during WWII on defense equipment. As the story unfolds, he's grieving for a son lost in the war, but ignores the knowledge that some of his faulty equipment cost many lives. He's finally brought to his knees when he sees the bigger picture and realizes the dead men were "All My Sons."
You see, that's how I feel every day when I read the Homicide Report. They were "All My Sons."
Lord, we ask you to help us counter the ripple effect of violence in LA. Where there is anger, send peace, where there is sorrow, send joy. Where there is complacency, caring....
So Be It
Mother T
So, what else is new, right? Evidently Pomona hadn't seen a homicide in nearly a year. The chief of police Romero noted "you couldn't expect a year to go by without a homicide." So, I guess three deaths in one day sort of evened things out, huh?
Am I a fool to think there's something wrong with this sense of complacency? Or does change begin with awareness and compassion? Why should I care about deaths of strangers in another town?
I guess I have bought into the idea that we are all connected--that these acts of violence affect us all. A ripple effect radiates into the atmosphere with every deed of destruction, every shot fired, every malignant act of hatred.
All these names listed in the Homicide Report represent someone's son. Thank God, you say, it's not your son.
Have you ever seen the Arthur Miller play, "All My Sons"? It doesn't get much attention nowadays. Miller liked to dramatize a message. Today, we just want to be entertained. But Miller knew how to punch an emotional whollop. As I recall, the play revolves around a man who made a lot of money during WWII on defense equipment. As the story unfolds, he's grieving for a son lost in the war, but ignores the knowledge that some of his faulty equipment cost many lives. He's finally brought to his knees when he sees the bigger picture and realizes the dead men were "All My Sons."
You see, that's how I feel every day when I read the Homicide Report. They were "All My Sons."
Lord, we ask you to help us counter the ripple effect of violence in LA. Where there is anger, send peace, where there is sorrow, send joy. Where there is complacency, caring....
So Be It
Mother T
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Break the ties that bind
Last evening the news announced the arrests of shooting suspects in January incidents in Long Beach. Three young people were shot and two died at a birthday party at the Masonic Lodge. A boy and girl were killed when univited gang members showed up and fired into the crowd.
With the encouragement of police and clergy witnesses found the courage to speak. Their information led to the arrests. This sort of cooperation to gang shooting is unusual, but more remarkable were the statements of one of the victim's mothers.
She reached out in love and forgiveness to the shooters--children themselves. She sees the bigger picture that all of them are victims in this cycle of violence. She wanted to know the names and the families so she could pray for them. I'm glad her remarks were not left on the cutting room floor.
Forgiveness if the hallmark of the Christ message--and the most difficult to achieve in tragic circumstances. Revenge and retaliation comes so much more naturally. Yet unforgiveness is a shroud, a death to joy and hope.
Eastern religions would say it creates bad karma--a negative tie between unforgiving parties, a cosmic tug-of-war that only forgiveness can break.
If you're struggling with unforgiveness ask the Holy Spirit to help you release it.
Lord, send your Spirit to release the bonds of unforgiveness. Help us forgive others so we can forgive ourselves and be set free from the pain of our losses.
So be it,
Mother T
mother_t@yahoo.com
With the encouragement of police and clergy witnesses found the courage to speak. Their information led to the arrests. This sort of cooperation to gang shooting is unusual, but more remarkable were the statements of one of the victim's mothers.
She reached out in love and forgiveness to the shooters--children themselves. She sees the bigger picture that all of them are victims in this cycle of violence. She wanted to know the names and the families so she could pray for them. I'm glad her remarks were not left on the cutting room floor.
Forgiveness if the hallmark of the Christ message--and the most difficult to achieve in tragic circumstances. Revenge and retaliation comes so much more naturally. Yet unforgiveness is a shroud, a death to joy and hope.
Eastern religions would say it creates bad karma--a negative tie between unforgiving parties, a cosmic tug-of-war that only forgiveness can break.
If you're struggling with unforgiveness ask the Holy Spirit to help you release it.
Lord, send your Spirit to release the bonds of unforgiveness. Help us forgive others so we can forgive ourselves and be set free from the pain of our losses.
So be it,
Mother T
mother_t@yahoo.com
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
A Firm Foundation
Did you see the Encino hillside home breaking in half and slipping into the neighbors' backyards? The roof has rendered apart, trenches are splitting wide open and destruction is in its path. A dozen families below have been evacuated.
Jesus had it right when he talked about building a house on shifting sand. Building codes must have been just as lax two thousand years ago.
The metaphor about strong foundations holds true today. A life built on the shifting sands of popular culture is just as likely slip onto the rocks below. LA is teeming with lives built on shifting sands--broken families, broken promises, broken dreams.
Children raised without fundamental faith foundations are destined to slip and slide through life. Without a firm foundation of God's love and guidance, they are at the mercy of life's storms. When the winds blow and the earth shifts, a strong spiritual foundation provides the strength to ride out the tempest.
Lord, I lift those without spiritual foundations in LA to find their anchor in You. Guide them to others who can begin laying the cornerstones of faith.
So Be It,
Mother T.
mother_t@yahoo.com
Jesus had it right when he talked about building a house on shifting sand. Building codes must have been just as lax two thousand years ago.
The metaphor about strong foundations holds true today. A life built on the shifting sands of popular culture is just as likely slip onto the rocks below. LA is teeming with lives built on shifting sands--broken families, broken promises, broken dreams.
Children raised without fundamental faith foundations are destined to slip and slide through life. Without a firm foundation of God's love and guidance, they are at the mercy of life's storms. When the winds blow and the earth shifts, a strong spiritual foundation provides the strength to ride out the tempest.
Lord, I lift those without spiritual foundations in LA to find their anchor in You. Guide them to others who can begin laying the cornerstones of faith.
So Be It,
Mother T.
mother_t@yahoo.com
Monday, February 11, 2008
The Real Thing
As I pass young people on the streets of LA, I rarely encounter a smiling face. Eye contact is accidental. I can openly study these faces because they've been trained to fear strangers, pull in and become as invisible as possible. That's survival in LA.
I see stress, loneliness, boredom and fear. Emptiness. Is it any wonder our children turn to drugs? A false high is better than no high at all. Momentary escape from the web of painful reality. Drugs and booze hides the fear, fills the vacuum. Of course it's a counterfeit of the Real Thing.
What is the Real Thing? A true encounter with the Holy Spirit, the messenger of Christ. The first time it happened to me I realized being touched with the Holy Spirit is like that first glass of wine. A pleasant glow, a sense of well-being. But, with wine the glow turns drunk and the well-being becomes depression. It's a counterfeit.
In contrast the Holy Spirit flows a bottomless glass, a true high of joy and clear thinking. Being filled with the Holy Spirit is the Real Thing.
Oh Lord, pour your Spirit on the youth of LA. Let them feel the reality of your presence. Where there is fear, instill joy. Where there is emptiness, the fullness of Love.
So be it,
Mother T
mother_t@yahoo.com
I see stress, loneliness, boredom and fear. Emptiness. Is it any wonder our children turn to drugs? A false high is better than no high at all. Momentary escape from the web of painful reality. Drugs and booze hides the fear, fills the vacuum. Of course it's a counterfeit of the Real Thing.
What is the Real Thing? A true encounter with the Holy Spirit, the messenger of Christ. The first time it happened to me I realized being touched with the Holy Spirit is like that first glass of wine. A pleasant glow, a sense of well-being. But, with wine the glow turns drunk and the well-being becomes depression. It's a counterfeit.
In contrast the Holy Spirit flows a bottomless glass, a true high of joy and clear thinking. Being filled with the Holy Spirit is the Real Thing.
Oh Lord, pour your Spirit on the youth of LA. Let them feel the reality of your presence. Where there is fear, instill joy. Where there is emptiness, the fullness of Love.
So be it,
Mother T
mother_t@yahoo.com
Sunday, February 10, 2008
A Call for Courage
This weekend I attended the Life Conscious Expo at LAX Hilton. The halls teemed with truth seekers, product hucksters, New Agers, Old Agers and philosophers. All manners of wonders could be purchased from $70 water-charging wands (magic beans?), fountain-of-youth pine oil capsules to cancer-curing beauty potions. There were also books for the spiritually curious--wisdom from the ascended masters, warnings of The Shift, channelled material from beyond the veil. But not one Bible.
Here was a great gathering of the wondering and wandering and where were the messangers of Christ? Wasn't He a great mystic, the One who walked on water, healer of the sick, the victor over death? Wouldn't He have loved this crowd? So why wasn't there one representation of the man who changed history and bridged the gap of separation from God?
Oh Lord, give us the courage to break out of comfortable circles and offer your Living Water to those thirsty for your ever-flowing streams. Give us the courage to walk among these strangers as messengers of your wisdom and light.
So be it.
Mother T.
mother_t@yahoo.com
Here was a great gathering of the wondering and wandering and where were the messangers of Christ? Wasn't He a great mystic, the One who walked on water, healer of the sick, the victor over death? Wouldn't He have loved this crowd? So why wasn't there one representation of the man who changed history and bridged the gap of separation from God?
Oh Lord, give us the courage to break out of comfortable circles and offer your Living Water to those thirsty for your ever-flowing streams. Give us the courage to walk among these strangers as messengers of your wisdom and light.
So be it.
Mother T.
mother_t@yahoo.com
Saturday, February 9, 2008
A new light for dark lanes
Lord, I'm not sure what dark force has spread in this city where young men are senselessly killing young men. There are so many we have stopped counting, stopped caring. But You care. You care about the ones killed, the ones about to be killed and the broken families left behind. I'm sure the shortest verse still holds true--"Jesus wept." You wept with compassion for Jerusalem and you weep for LA.
Help us turn our mourning into joy. Put an end to the insanity, an end to the chain of violence. Send a new light into the city, a crisp blue healing light into the corners and the alleys, across the roofs, through the grimy windows.
Christ's light of joy and forgiveness.
So be it,
Mother T.
mother_t@yahoo.com
Help us turn our mourning into joy. Put an end to the insanity, an end to the chain of violence. Send a new light into the city, a crisp blue healing light into the corners and the alleys, across the roofs, through the grimy windows.
Christ's light of joy and forgiveness.
So be it,
Mother T.
mother_t@yahoo.com
Friday, February 8, 2008
Homicide Report
Besides the SWAT team shootings yesterday, five other people were shot and killed on the streets, most still nameless, but all children of God. Lord we lift these victims to you. We lift their families, their loved ones, the children they leave behind. Stop the ripple effect of violence, the legacy of revenge. Renew our hearts with forgiveness. Give us the gift of peace and forgiveness.
So be it,
Mother T.
So be it,
Mother T.
Officer down
Peace and consolation to the family and friends of SWAT team police officer Randall Simmons shot in the Valley yesterday. Peace also to the Rivera family caught in pain of conflict and tragedy. If this be the City of the Angels, let their ministry be felt by everyone touched by the flames of anger.
Healing light to Officer James Veenstra, may his physical wounds heal quickly and cleanly. Lord, go beyond the physical to the spiritual healing of everyone involved.
So be it,
Mother T.
Healing light to Officer James Veenstra, may his physical wounds heal quickly and cleanly. Lord, go beyond the physical to the spiritual healing of everyone involved.
So be it,
Mother T.
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