Sacred Intervention Specialist

Sacred Intervention Specialist: Seemingly ordinary person who wallops you with knowledge and goodness and healing, acting for all the world like it's no big deal.

When I was in Sunday School, back in 1996, one my sacred intervention specialists showed up in the form of a serious and seriously funny woman who served us truths in bite sized pieces alongside boxes of Rice Krispie Treats. She taught me many things. God is not a man in the sky, for example (took me YEARS to integrate understanding around that seed of truth). She honored nuance in a way I had no experience with. She breathed spirit, and was so chill that there was room for every question that had previously invoked well-intended threats of holy smiting and things like that. In my short experience, with all of 13 years under my belt, there was no room for questions in the world of God.

HE said it. I believe it. That settles it. 

Only trouble is, a lot of things were said in the name of God. Anyone can say, "God said this to me," or "God told me to tell you to do this," or "I'm following the will of God." All of which meant, don't question me or my actions, and if you won't take my word for it, here's this scripture that backs me up. 

My Sunday School teacher also taught me about discernment. Seeing. Intuiting. Assessing. 

At the time, the surface layers of what she said kind of, sort of stuck. Absolutism was much more comfortable and graspable in my young mind. But, the seeds she planted. Gratitude is too small a word for the sacred intervention that took place during those chaotic years. 

Life's not always pretty. It's not supposed to be. The Sacred Intervention Specialist taught us that answers to prayer aren't always pretty either. Back then that lesson made me a hesitant prayer. How bad do I really want this? It made one of my best friends a very specific prayer. "I'd like some patience, God. NOT the opportunity to learn patience. Actual patience. Immediately. Thank you." 

Now, after an arduous religion rehaul, that bit of knowledge saves me from abandoning an intention when the challenging life lessons kick in. When you get aligned with God, you're gifted opportunities to grow. . . .not a happy hour with the saints. Happy hour comes later, once lessons are learned and you've reached a new plateau. You know, right before the next impulse to elevate starts knocking and you start all over again. 

In the midst of this season of rampant new growth--because Spring escapes none of us--I'm endeavoring to maintain the chill of the Sacred Intervention Specialist. There is occasionally an impulse in me that screams things like "PANIC NOW," or "RAGE NOW," or "CRUMBLE NOW." I am learning to pay no head to the screamer. I am reaching back to the teachings of my tweenhood.

Honor nuance.

The Sacred answer to chaos is to chill (otherwise known as having secure and abundant faith).

Questions are in the safe zone. Observe. Discern.

Pray intentionally and with courage.

Practice. Practice all day every day.


Thanks Chum. Happy Spring ♥