A Chapel A Day- Day 10 (That Navy Spirit)

One of the bravest men I've ever met is retired Navy Lt. Cmdr  Ralph Gaither. As a young US Navy pilot, Gaither was shot down over Vietnam and spent more than 7 years as a prisoner of war in what became known as the "Hanoi Hilton." He wrote a book about that nightmare. It is entitled, "With God in a POW Camp." If you ever have the opportunity to get your hands on a copy of this book, do it.

On Day 10 of my Chapel-A-Day Lenten blog series,* I thought about my friend Ralph as I sat in the All Faiths Chapel aboard NAS Pensacola.  I thought about the many men and women who have served on this base through the years...who sat in these pews, looking to the ultimate Commander in Chief for their guidance, direction and strength. As someone who is unabashedly patriotic, I gave thanks to God for their service and for their dedication to our country, the United States of America. 

I sat in the front pew, and slowly took in every aspect of the chapel---the baptismal font, the altar, the cross, the beautiful stained-glass depiction of Jesus---the American and Navy flags...

...and the eagle.

Ya' know.. it's not every day that you find a statue of an eagle in a chapel. But, as the national emblem (since 1782), and in a chapel on a base where flying is as much a part of life as breathing... it seems appropriate.

I began to look up scriptures about eagles. One of the most-quoted comes from the Old Testament book of Isaiah: "They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run and not be weary; and they shall walk and not faint."

I thought about LCDR Gaither. As a Navy pilot, he'd flown higher than any eagle has ever flown. But, when he was shot out of the sky... on a heroic mission that earned him the Silver Star, The Legion of Merit and The Flying Cross Awards (among others)...he had to wait. 

For a very long time. 

As he told me, there was only one Source that renewed his strength---and helped him walk and not faint.

Today's chapel time reminded me that we should cherish the wonderful days when we are strong and bold and soaring high above the troubles of the world! And, on those days, we should give thanks to the One who helps us spread our wings and fly!

Today's chapel time also reminded me that on those days when we are shot out of the sky---there is a promise. A promise for renewed strength and a better tomorrow!

*During the season of Lent, I have decided to spend an hour a day in a chapel or church sanctuary in a quest for spiritual growth. If you'd like to read more about that, you can begin with the first blog in the series here: http://drexelgilbert.blogspot.com/2013/02/a-chapel-day-my-40-day-journey-into-lent.html

A Chapel A Day- Day 9 (Running on Empty)

Pushing the speed limit on the interstate as I raced to yet another appointment, I was caught off guard one hot summer day last year when my car sputtered and hesitated. I pushed the gas pedal harder. The car sputtered, hesitated...and died. Just like that. I looked at the fuel gauge.  You guessed it. Empty.

Suddenly, I was going nowhere fast.

Day 9 of this Lenten Chapel A Day blog series finds me considering my fuel tank. Not the one that propels my car... the one that keeps me going day in and day out--emotionally, physically and spiritually.

I recently heard a minister's take on what he called our high RPM lifestyle...racing from here to there, one appointment, errand or responsibility to the next. Too often, he said, we don't realize that our inner tank is getting dangerously close to empty. 

I am teetering toward the "E" in my fuel tank as I find myself on Day 9 is the sanctuary of Gulf Breeze United Methodist Church. It's a beautiful building. It is peaceful and quiet, much like the community in which is sits. It is the perfect place to sit quietly on the back pew with my Bible, devotional and notepad. It is the perfect place to consider how best to refuel my inner tank so I can get back on Life's road.

You may think that I'm about to tell you that the hour of time spent praying, reading... and listening.. left me feeling filled up and ready to race back onto Life's highway, screaming "Look out, world, here I come again!"

It didn't.

In fact, today's chapel time made me realize that I need to consider moving a little more slowly through each day. I need to move with more focus, more purpose and more dependence on God's fuel instead of my own. I can make out a daily schedule-- that's a good thing! But, it needs to be a schedule filtered through what He wants to get done that day--- not me. And, it needs to be done on His time, not mine. And, it needs to be accomplished with His strength (fuel) not mine.

There are a lot of places I could have gone for a fill-up today. I could have looked out around me: to other people, to activities, to food or drink. But, instead, as part of my Lenten journey of discipline, I purposed to look not OUT... but UP. 

Because when it comes to my spiritual fuel tank--- I never want to find myself going nowhere fast.

A Chapel A Day-Day 8 (Blessings)

The last place you might expect to find a blessing is in a hospital. A hospital, after all, is a place of sickness, stress and sadness. If you find the right room in the hospital, though, it can also be a place of healing, hope and happiness.

At Sacred Heart Hospital in Pensacola, Florida, that room is the chapel. 2nd floor--look to the left as you exit the elevator. 

I've sat in this particular chapel many times. I've studied, listened and prayed. 

Over a span of many days some months ago, I prayed a plethora of prayers in this room for my friends' premature babies. The preemies each weighed under two pounds...and every day that they held on was a blessing.

Also in this chapel, I have prayed for my own grown children, my friends, my family, my world. I've even prayed for myself. 

Yes... it's okay to pray for yourself. David did. Jacob did. Jesus did.

Day 8, though, was a day to sit quietly and offer prayers of thanks for blessings and answers to prayers. FOR AN ENTIRE HOUR, DREXEL? Mmmmm, yes. Was it easy? Mmmmmm..... no. If you are like me, you probably find it easier to sit and pray about the problems and concerns and worries of life than it is to recall, and give thanks for, the blessings. Years ago, a very wise woman advised me to begin keeping a journal of my prayer requests...AND my blessings. She said that for every petition I put before God, I should offer a prayer of gratitude as well. I'd like to tell you that I do that every day.

I don't.

But, during this 40 day journey into Lent, I am trying to get better about that. And, so today, I want to share with you that this little chapel-- in a place filled with much sickness and pain-- has yielded answers to prayers that have become blessings not only to me, but to many others as well. Answers to prayers for my children, my friends, my family, my world.. even prayers for myself. They are too numerous to actually name, with the exception of one-- 

Meet Madeleine and Sloan.

Courtesy: Devin and Tiffany McInnis

These are the precious babies born so early to my friends Devin and Tiffany McInnis. Madeleine spent 120 days in the Sacred Heart NICU. Her brother, Sloan, was there 150 days. But guess what?  They are home! They are precious! They are growing! They are still facing many challenges and I still pray for them. But, along with their parents, and indeed their entire strong and faithful family, these babies have become a wonderful inspiration to so many of us. 

When I look at their pictures and hear the updates on how far they've come, 

Courtesy: Devin and Tiffany McInnis

and as I sit in this now-familiar hospital chapel, I give thanks. 

I give thanks for many things, not the least of which is the blessing that comes from spending reflective time--- in a room ---in a hospital.

Sacred Heart Hospital-- 2nd floor--look to the left as you exit the elevator.

A Chapel A Day- Day 7 (Do You Hear What I Hear?)

Have you ever been brought to tears by something so grand you could hardly catch your breath? Perhaps it was a sunset, the birth of your child, standing at the base of a mountain that reached to the skies or at a ridge overlooking the Grand Canyon, or standing on the deck of a boat looking out at a vividly blue sea with no land in sight.. just the beauty, and the stillness, of the water. 

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Maybe it was the time you flew above the clouds... seeming to almost touch Heaven as you traveled by air from here to there.  

The grandness of life has a way of catching us off guard.

So does the simplicity.

Day 7 of A Chapel A Day found me spending my hour of time inside the grandness of First United Methodist Church in Pensacola, FL. This historic church is regal, beautiful and filled with an air of reverence. I was there for a special Wednesday night Lenten service.

Courtesy: FUMC Pensacola

We sang the hymns that night to the accompaniment of the church's pipe organ. It was beautiful. According to the church's website, the organ weighs 50,000 pounds and has "4,153 pipes all strategically voiced for Pensacola First United Methodist Church." Now that's GRAND! Frequently, the grandeur of the beautiful music puts a lump in my throat. 

But, on Day 7---it wasn't the magnificence of the pipe organ that stirred me. 

It was this.

Minister of Music Rev. Rick Branch (he's also the organist) played "Jesus Loves Me" on the handbells... with a soft piano accompaniment. 

Handbells. 

One note at a time.  No fanfare. No great mountain, or high clouds, or deep,wide sea. Just pure, simple, beautiful notes.  

I was entranced. I sat in my pew without moving. Before I knew it, small tears were spilling out of my eyes. The simple beauty had caught me off guard. 

In 1 Kings 19, we are told that Elijah stood on a mountain waiting for the Lord. As he waited, a strong wind came by followed by an earthquake and then a fire. But the Lord was not in any of those grand events. Instead, we are told that after the big, and no doubt noisy, moments... the Lord came to Elijah in a still...small... voice.

Day 7's chapel time challenged me to be ready for the small moments.. as well as the big ones. I'm challenged to balance listening to the grand and beautiful sounds around me with sitting still and listening to---the sounds of silence.

Because when the important moments come--no matter how simple, still and seemingly small---  I don't want to be caught off guard.

A Chapel A Day- Day 6 (Signs, Signs, Everywhere a Sign)

Day 5's blog meandered into the open-air chapel--- a spot by a lake. 

First UMC Pensacola
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On Day 6, my Chapel-A-Day journey takes me back inside to a more traditional setting--- to the oldest Protestant church in Pensacola and the oldest Methodist church in the state of Florida. It is a beautiful church and I want to tell you more, and show you more, about it in days to come. But, not today.

Today, an hour spent in this church reminds me of another beautiful church I visited just a few days ago. First UMC in Fort Walton Beach, Florida is led by my dear friend and former pastor, Rev. Mike Sigler. I made the drive on Sunday to hear him preach and to visit with Mike and his amazing wife, Vicki. Just being in the same room with them is encouraging, uplifting, and healing,. 

Mike talked about u-turns in his sermon that day. His message reminded us that when we find ourselves heading down a wrong path, it's important to stop--repent--turn around and get back on the right track. (Sorry, Mike. You said so much more than that.. and said it so much more eloquently than that-- but I only have so much word-space in this blog! :) )

Since Sunday, I've been trying to pay attention to the signs in my life---not just the U-turns. Sometimes the signs are easily spotted. They tell me to "Yield" "Slow Down" or even "Stop." When I see these signs, and I pay attention, I usually stay out of trouble.

Sometimes, the signs are harder to see. They may be hidden by the overgrowth on the side of Life's road. They may be faded by my fatigue, aggravation, or discouragement. I may just turn a blind-eye to them deliberately, because I don't like what the sign is telling me.

But, they are there. 

And,they are placed at exactly the right spots on the road map of my life, by the One who is doing His best to keep me focused, disciplined and traveling in the right direction.

So, in today's chapel time, I prayed for eyes to see the signs, wisdom to pay attention to them, and courage to follow their lead--- even if they take me up a road that's unknown and uncertain.

As I drove away from the church, thinking about the twists and turns life has taken recently, I looked up and saw something that --if I'm lyin', I'm dyin'--looked just like this:

  I think it's a Sign.

A Chapel A Day- Day 5 (A View By The Lake)

First UMC Fort Walton Beach.  FL
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I love sitting in a church, chapel, or cathedral. I love admiring the architecture, whether simple or elaborate. I love the kneeling benches, altars and pipe organs. I love the stained-glass windows, the candles, and all of the traditions and rituals that are a part of that particular building. 

But, I understand that God is not limited to the walls that make up those buildings. 




And, so sometimes my 'chapel' is found in a place like this.

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Day 5 of my 40 day journey into Lent found me opting out of a bricks & sticks chapel, and headed to this open-air chapel of my own making. This is a quiet little lake I happened upon some time ago in a rural area of Northwest Florida. It's become a favorite spot of mine. It is a peaceful, beautiful, and a vivid reminder that "In the beginning, God created..."

Day 5's  hour of time challenged me to examine what it is that I have created.. and am creating... that will have lasting value after my time on Earth is done. For years, I wrote daily news stories for the morning and evening newscasts. I venture to say that only a fraction of those stories are still remembered by anyone today--including me!  (Except for the bloopers. Trust me. They last forever.) The houses I decorated, meals I cooked, errands I ran--while all important at the time-- are by and large part of the past. They came, they went, they are forgotten.

I pray that what will last into the future are the seeds of compassion, love, family, integrity, ethics, responsibility and hard work that I have sown in my beautiful children. I pray that at least some of what God has given me to say in speeches, books, and even this blog will touch a life here and there and cause something to take place in that person that will impact the future--either theirs or someone else's. I pray that I will become more selective in the way I spend my time and will be more desiring to spend that time creating something good--- something lasting---something that will touch others in a positive way, well into the future.

Why don't you join me? We will probably have to go outside the walls we are used to--whether they are walls we've constructed, or those that others have put around us. But, guess what? It could be that-- 'outside the walls' is where the creative process begins.

A Chapel A Day-Day 4 (Family, Faith and Food!)

Saturday was a beautiful day... in more ways than one. The sun was shining and this is the view that greeted me when I awoke.

Trust me.. it's not my view. It is borrowed from my cousins who've made much smarter real estate choices than I have made! 

Saturday was also beautiful because of my cousins---the ones who have this view-- and two more who were visiting from Texas. We hung out Friday night and all day Saturday. We talked and laughed and ate-- then we talked and laughed and ate some more... then we went to lunch! It was late in the day on Saturday when I remembered my Lenten promise-- to carve out an hour a day to sit quietly in a chapel-- feeding NOT my face.. but my spirit! 

Confession.

I didn't want to leave them! We were having so much fun that breaking away was hard! But one of my cousins (Julie-you're my heart!) is keenly aware of my 40 day commitment... and I wanted to be accountable to her. We began searching for nearby chapels or churches that might be open on a Saturday afternoon. Turns out there was a Catholic church just up the road that had a 5:00 Mass scheduled. 

Even though it was just a bit after 3:00, this Methodist girl decided to drive over and go visitin'. I went inside and took a spot in the back. It was quiet. The sun was streaming through the stain glass window above the altar. It was beautiful.

I wish I could tell you that something miraculous happened... or that I had an 'ah-ha' moment, as I did yesterday (see Day 3) or that I received divine inspiration, communication or direction.

I. Did. Not.

But, I sat there for the hour. I prayed, meditated and read devotional scriptures. When the hour was up, I left. I felt peaceful and happy-- but nothing more than normal. 

And, that's ok.

Not every visit to church--or every quiet time spent in devotional readings-- or every Sunday School class has to be a mountaintop experience. Don't be discouraged if you leave from those places feeling--well-- just  'normal.' Those people we read about in the Bible-- they had LOTS of normal days. But, the ones who understood the importance of discipline-- discipline in study, prayer, and the time apart-- were the ones who were most prepared for the BIG moments when they finally came!

I went back to my cousins' house feeling so happy that I'd been given this time with them. Happy that I can have' normal' moments with family, fellowship and yes, FOOD! Happy to know that until the BIG moments come... 'normal' is a gift.