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Imagine the Unthinkable and the Incredible

Luke 8:40-48

On the other side of the lake the crowds welcomed Jesus, because they had been waiting for him. Then a man named Jairus, a leader of the local synagogue, came and fell at Jesus’ feet, pleading with him to come home with him. His only daughter, who was about twelve years old, was dying.

 As Jesus went with him, he was surrounded by the crowds. A woman in the crowd had suffered for twelve years with constant bleeding, and she could find no cure. Coming up behind Jesus, she touched the fringe of his robe. Immediately, the bleeding stopped.

 “Who touched me?” Jesus asked.

 Everyone denied it, and Peter said, “Master, this whole crowd is pressing up against you.”

 But Jesus said, “Someone deliberately touched me, for I felt healing power go out from me.”

 When the woman realized that she could not stay hidden, she began to tremble and fell to her knees in front of him. The whole crowd heard her explain why she had touched him and that she had been immediately healed.

 “Daughter,” he said to her, “your faith has made you well. Go in peace.”

The New Living Translation

Before we look at the specific story about this bleeding woman who touches Jesus’ cloak, I want to consider the stories that come before this account and after this account. What is Jesus doing before he encounters this woman and after he encounters this woman?

I will tell you what he is doing, Jesus is thinking the unthinkable and doing the incredible. At the beginning of chapter 8, Jesus is preaching and teaching with parables; taking old ideas and giving them new life with imagination and story; bringing new meaning to the idea of the kingdom of God. Jesus is throwing away old ideas and replacing them with new ways of thinking. Thinking the unthinkable. Then Jesus begins to do the incredible : he calms the storm, like literally tells the wind and waves to “Cut it out! That’s quite enough!” Just like a naughty child having a tantrum. And he follows this up with casting out demons, a whole legion of them, out of a tormented man. A legion in the Roman army was 6000 men. Unthinkable and incredible for sure.

Then Jesus finds himself in the press of the crowd. One translation says he is nearly crushed, the crowd is so pressing. It is a scene of chaos. Jarius, a synagogue leader, ( remember that generally the religious leaders were sceptical of Jesus, if not downright hostile.). But this man’s only child, a daughter is dying. Interesting detail that. Daughters were not all that valuable in this culture. Jewish men regularly thanked God that they were not born a woman. But Jarius obviously values his child, loves his daughter, is desperate enough to publicly seek out Jesus’ help. Both unthinkable and incredible.

Now skip ahead to after Jesus encounter with the woman. What does he do next? Oh, just raises the girl from the dead. No biggie. Unthinkable! Incredible!

Okay, back to our originally scheduled programming: Jesus and the bleeding woman. Isn’t that interesting, how she is named. Or not named actually. A bleeding woman. Say that with disdain. Put a sneer into it. This is how she is defined by her culture, her society. And I believe, this is how she defines herself. How could she not, when all around her people scorn and malign her. She is just a woman, of no value really, and she has been bleeding for 12 years, and so is ritually unclean. We know what that means don’t we. No one wants to be anywhere near her. She is a plague, a pariah.

But it isn’t her fault, no matter what her society might say. It is her body that has failed her, as our bodies sometimes do. We are dust, remember? Like Ash Wednesday reminded us. Just dust!

Okay, now we are going to get real here. Real and messy, because that is the reality of life. This will be easier for the women here to imagine, but I want you to all close your eyes and imagine you are this woman. You were young once. Full of promise and potential. You were 12 when you got your first period. And all seemed okay. You adjusted to this new rhythm of your life. Your mother and aunties helped you and provided guidance. You enjoyed spending time with other women and girls when you had your monthly bleeding. It wasn’t a curse, but a blessing, a promise that you could create life. You got married. You had a child, a daughter. Your husband didn’t beat you. Even if he didn’t exactly love you. But after your daughter’s birth, things began to go wrong. The bleeding lasted longer and came more often. Your mother took you to doctors, but nothing helped. It only got worse. You began to smell, and people noticed. Your own father looked at you in horror. Your husband left you. Even your own mother and aunts began to look at you askance. There was something wrong with you. “What’s wrong with you?” They would ask. And you began to believe there really was something wrong with you. There must be something wrong with you. That was the only thing that made any sense right? Right?

If you don’t believe me, that her life was intolerable, go read Leviticus 15:19-33. These are the laws that proscribed her life. Everything she touched became an abomination. Everything she sat on or lay on was now filthy. She had no place to lay her head in peace. Not to mention the exhaustion that plagued her every step. You can’t lose that much blood and not feel completely drained. This was her life. I think it is absolutely astounding that she had lived with this affliction for 12 years. Somehow she managed to survive, that says something about her character.

You can open your eyes. I wonder what changed in her? What opened her eyes. After 12 years of suffering, of believing she was broken, 12 years of blood pouring from her body, 12 years of smell, and mess and stench, 12 years of struggling to survive, waking up each morning feeling weak and defeated, what changed? How did she find the courage to think the unthinkable, to go out into a crowd, a crushing mass of people, knowing she would be reviled. How did she gather up enough daring to do the incredible, approach a holy teacher and touch him, knowing she would make him unclean in the process? How did she go from being immersed and defined by her pain, her suffering, to seeing the possibility of something else, something more, something both unthinkable and incredible? What, or who, opened her eyes?

Jesus. I think she saw him. Like really saw him. Not just with her physical sight, but deep in her heart. That deep place where the Spirit resides in all of us. It is often deep deep suffering that awakens us to God’s presence. And I believe this is what happened to her. She woke up. She began to hope. She began to catch the idea of something different, something new, something she had thought impossible, now began to wake within her. Jesus taught with imagination, wanted to in-still imagination in his followers so they could think the unthinkable and do the incredible. She began to understand the idea of the kingdom of heaven here on earth. Her posture changed from one of despair and suffering, turning inward, to reaching out, and seeing possibilities.

And what was Jesus response? First he acknowledged that something had changed for him as well. This woman changed him. Isn’t that incredible? Jesus recognized the change. Jesus may have not known exactly who it was who created this change, but he recognized what kind of change it was. It was a transfer of power, of spirit, of transformation. And I think that he knew the importance of bringing that changed person out into the light, out of the darkness and despair that had shrouded her life for so long. And she came, and crouched at his feet, both full of so much joy that she could hardly contain it, but also fearful that perhaps this joy might be taken from her. Hope. I think she came with hope. Hope is what Jesus awoke in her.

Jesus looked down at her. I like to imagine that his eyes filled with tears of love and compassion. This was his answering posture. I like to imagine that Jesus took her hand and raised her to her feet. He smiled at her. He saw her. Not a woman, not a broken person, but a daughter. Offered her peace. Affirmed her faith and her worth. Loved and valued her, just as Jarius did for his daughter. Brought her back to life, just like Jarius’ daughter. She, this daughter, let go of her pain, so that she could hold onto the source of all life. And the source poured into her with restoration and healing of body, mind, spirit and heart. She changed her posture from this ______, to this _________. And Jesus responded in kind. Now isn’t that both unthinkable and incredible? Just imagine that.

Amen.

Leverage Everything! Especially the Mistakes!

You may be wondering what I am referring to when I say leverage everything. And no, I am not talking about your financial status at the moment, nor am I suggesting anything having to do with money or mortgages. Because, seriously, if you really know me, you would know that is definitely not my strong suit. However, there is something about this idea of leveraging everything that I have learned from my creative process. It is this, everything has a purpose and something to teach us, including, and probably most importantly, the stuff we get wrong. That is where the real learning is.

Trees, Trees, Trees!

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“In the Glade!” – Ness Creek, 21” x 21”Acrylic and wood burning on Birch Panel

I think that I shall never see

A poem as lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear 

A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

 

– Joyce Kilmer

DID YOU KNOW THAT TREES HAVE A HEARTBEAT. IT BEATS VERY SLOWLY, ONLY ONCE EVERY 2 HOURS, BUT SCIENTISTS HAVE BEEN ABLE TO LISTEN TO IT AND RECORD ITS AMAZING SOUND.

I am just the littlest bit obsessed with trees. Okay, I am a lot obsessed with trees. I love the way the trunks and branches form a network in front of the blue sky. I adore the way the light peers through the leaves, causes the branches to glow and creates these amazing lacy patterns on the ground around them. I am continually fascinated by the myriad of connections there are with trees and everything else. Come and enjoy a few of the trees that I am celebrating in my work. Maybe there is one here for you to call your own.

DID YOU KNOW THAT THERE IS ONLY A SMALL DIFFERENCE BETWEEN OUR BLOOD AND THE “BLOOD” OR SAP IN TREES? IT IS WHY OUR BLOOD IS RED AND THAT OF TREES IS GREEN.

Trees, trees, trees. Just can’t get enough. You are lucky. These pieces are so new they aren’t even framed or on my website yet. But I wanted to share them with you. If you are interested in any of these, please email me and I would be happy to help you out.

DID YOU KNOW THAT TREES LIVE IN COMMUNITY? THEY TALK TO EACH OTHER, SHARE RESOURCES AND EVEN WARN AND HELP EACH OTHER IN TIMES OF TROUBLE.

What do you love about trees? What beautiful things have you noticed about these amazing creatures? Take time to see the intense beauty of trees that is there as a gift.

. . . and that was a great story!

We all love a good story. Stories are entertaining. A good one can make us laugh or make us cry. A really good story can actually change the way we think and feel about something. My spiritual mentor, Richard Rohr says that a “ A Great Story connects our little lives to the One Great Life, and even better, it forgives and uses the wounded and seemingly “unworthy” parts of our lives and others’ lives. In other words, a really great story can bring about radical change in a person or a society.

The interesting thing about story is that they don’t actually have to be true, or have actually happened. The story just needs to contain an essential truth. Did you know that the word “myth, which many of us think means “not true,” actually once meant “always true.” The story in question contained an essential truth, and that was its most defining factor, not whether it actually happened or not.

Jane Has An Adventure: On the Good Ship Compassion!25.5” x 13.5”/Acrylic on Baltic Birch Panel.Jane Goes On An Adventure: The inspiration for this painting came as a vision. A small girl rows a boat on the top of a wave of love that is sweeping acro…

Jane Has An Adventure: On the Good Ship Compassion!

25.5” x 13.5”/Acrylic on Baltic Birch Panel.

Jane Goes On An Adventure: The inspiration for this painting came as a vision. A small girl rows a boat on the top of a wave of love that is sweeping across the landscape. Jane is my middle name, and sort of my alter ego. I like the idea of giving her little adventures to go on.

 

I recently read a quote about story from story-teller Clarissa Pinkola Estes. She writes in her book, Women Who Run With The Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype . . .

“Stories set the inner life into motion, and this is particularly important where the inner life is frightened, wedged, or cornered. Story greases the hoists and pulleys, it causes adrenaline to surge, shows us the way out, down, or up, and for our trouble, cuts for us fine wide doors in previously blank walls, openings that lead to the dreamland, that lead to love and learning, that lead us back to our own real lives . . .”

 

The Road That Leads You Home!16.75” x 16.75”/Acrylic on Birch PanelEvery parent has waited anxiously for their child to return home. Sometimes the wait is shorter and sometimes it is longer, but the parent is always waiting for their safe return.

The Road That Leads You Home!

16.75” x 16.75”/Acrylic on Birch Panel

Every parent has waited anxiously for their child to return home. Sometimes the wait is shorter and sometimes it is longer, but the parent is always waiting for their safe return.

What Story Can I Tell For You? I love to tell stories in my paintings. I especially love to tell others people's stories in my work, bringing to life the events and moments that are important and worth recording. "I Will Remember You!" was one such …

What Story Can I Tell For You?

I love to tell stories in my paintings. I especially love to tell others people’s stories in my work, bringing to life the events and moments that are important and worth recording. “I Will Remember You!” was one such painting. My friend Gail asked if I would memorialize a specific location that she visited in Quebec. There was a church there, and a cemetery, overlooking the Gaspe. She sent me reference images and explained how important this place was to her. Many of her ancestors and relatives were buried there. She wanted to remember where she came from. What was so interesting about working with her on this project, was that she wasn’t really that interested in having me do an accurate representation of the location. No, what she really wanted was for me to capture the feeling of that place, how it made her feel, the sense of history and belonging. So that is what I did, and she was incredibly happy with the result. I had helped her to remember. It isn’t always about accuracy. Sometimes it is about what is “true!”

 

Do you have an event, a memory, a location that you would like to have memorialized in a painting, to help you remember your own story? I would love to do that for you. You can visit my website at www.wiebe.works and go to the commissions page for more information on how you can see your story come to life.

Walking in Step With God!

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It all begins with an idea. Maybe you want to launch a business. Maybe you want to turn a hobby into something more. Or maybe you have a creative project to share with the world. Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference.

Don’t worry about sounding professional. Sound like you. There are over 1.5 billion websites out there, but your story is what’s going to separate this one from the rest. If you read the words back and don’t hear your own voice in your head, that’s a good sign you still have more work to do.

Be clear, be confident and don’t overthink it. The beauty of your story is that it’s going to continue to evolve and your site can evolve with it. Your goal should be to make it feel right for right now. Later will take care of itself. It always does.

Inspired By Nature!

Inspiration can come from a variety of sources. I get the majority of my inspiration from nature. What about you? Watch my short video where I share a bit about my work, and my inspiration, and get a sneak peak at a few images from my upcoming book Time to Fly!

Hi, first I want to thank all of you who took the time to complete my little survey!