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Dr. Karla J. Bellinger

Jan 07 2025

Planted and Tended in the Soil of Faith

One afternoon, as I sliced a red onion to sauté in butter, the storyboard of my mind floated back to the previous January and the tiny onion seeds that I had planted. I kept the grow lights low.  One day, up popped tiny blades that looked like grass. I was so excited! I watered. They grew. Every Saturday, I trimmed back those shoots of green to five inches tall so that they would grow stocky and strong. In March, I tilled the soil and prepared the beds. In late  April, I planted small onion plants. Even when our border collie ran through the beds and trampled the tops in July, I kept weeding.  I kept watering. Then, in December, one red onion slides off the cutting board to sizzle in the pan. 

Mary of the Immaculate Conception was like that one tiny onion seed. Amid the brokenness of the human race, God spent centuries preparing the soil of the Chosen People. Born of the faithful remnant,  the anawim, Mary was planted in the rich soil of faith, graced with every spiritual blessing. She was nurtured. She was cared for. She rejoiced and bore fruit. And even after the world had trampled her heart and crucified her Son, the Holy Spirit kept nourishing her with strength. 

Do you remember your conception, before you were the size of an onion seed? I don’t either. But if I, as a gardener, can put so much care into one red onion, with how much more care does our Creator tend to us? Even though we are trampled and wounded as part of the human condition, the reading from Ephesians tells us that we too are nourished by Christ with every spiritual blessing. God is a good gardener.

Consider/Discuss 

  • Mary probably didn’t recall the moment of her conception. But imagine the elation of the angels and the saints at that moment. They were so excited—a human being immaculately conceived! In reflection and prayer,  travel back to that day when you were created. See how excited they were about you also. Perhaps not immaculately conceived, but most dearly beloved! Relish their jubilation. Be washed with their love. Be healed, and rejoice. 
  • Think about what nurtured Mary’s spiritual life—the Psalms, the stories of Moses and the prophets, the prayers of her people. As this Advent continues to unfold, how can we purposefully enrich the soil of faith in which we grow? What do we need to trim back? What will help us to flourish? 

Living and Praying with the Word 

Lord God, Creator of the universe and our Creator, we remember  your continuing kindness and faithfulness toward us. Give us the  grace to glorify you by carefully nourishing ourselves and nurturing  all those you put into our care. You have made us for yourself. Keep  us trimmed. Mary of the Immaculate Conception, pray for our  strong and stocky spiritual growth.

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Jan 07 2025

The Quiet, Tender Spirit

Happy Pentecost! This is the day on which we celebrate the life-changing power of God. The apostles preach to the ends of the earth through the strength of the Spirit and the church is born. Big, powerful, great stuff!

As I reflect on the grand event of Pentecost, I am holding my four-day-old granddaughter in the rocking chair. Her soft hair brushes my cheek. Her breath is irregular and a little squeaky. Her tiny body sinks onto my chest, asleep. Softness toward this new life swells into my throat. That tenderness brings to mind who the Holy Spirit is in my life.

I have had a few grand sweeping moments when the Spirit has filled me with fire to go out and change the world. But more often, the Comforter has come in the quiet of the night, bringing peace in a moment of grief, courage in a time of desolation, strength when I felt that I had no strength left. Like the touch of baby hair on my cheek, I have felt nudges so gentle. Like her soft breathing, I have felt a breath so tender. Like her body nestled into my chest, I have felt a Presence so warm. So . . . what? So held. As I am holding this tiny child.

I could be mistaken. I could be the most deluded of women. This might be all in my mind. I only tell you what I have seen and heard. My life has been touched by the Spirit, the Holy One who is with us. Jesus tells us in today’s Gospel that he must go. But we are never left alone. We are not abandoned; we are held. The most powerful of Advocates enfolds us as the most tender, the gentlest, and the warmest of Comforters. This Pentecost day. And all ordinary and everyday days.

Consider/Discuss

  • Describe a tender moment in your life. How has that experience of tenderness led you to God and love?
  • At Pentecost, the Holy Spirit spoke through the apostles in many tongues and in many different ways. The Holy Spirit continues to speak through us: many spiritual gifts but the same Spirit, many forms of service but the same Lord. You may not be rocking a newborn baby at the moment. But what unique experiences do you have through which the Spirit would like to speak to this world?

Living and Praying with the Word

Holy Spirit, we offer you this Pentecost day. Help us not to be too proud to surrender to you. You want to be at work through us. But we are as powerless as a newborn child. We cannot hold our heads up by ourselves. We struggle to breathe the air of this world. We get cold. We get startled. We need you. Divine Comforter, surround us and enfold us this day. Be our warmth. Be our breath. Be our strength. In this surrender, you are our happiness. Come, Holy Spirit, and renew the face of the earth!

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Dec 12 2024

Jesus Saves. How Do We Respond?

Music begins to run through my head as I think about today’s  Gospel: “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.  Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.” It brings up memories of communal prayer with candles in the dark. It fills my heart with peace. God is here. God is with us. We are wanted. We are cared for. We are loved. 

And yet, it wasn’t like that. The thief on the cross who first uttered those words was not wanted and he was not cared for. He was in pain. His lungs were collapsing from the weight of his body. The midday sun baked his naked skin. He was dying of suffocation and exposure. He knew his guilt. But by some grace of God that swelled  up within him, he turned to an unknown radical also hanging there  and pleaded, “Remember me when you come into your kingdom.” 

In that moment, all of Jesus’ invitations come together: “Come to me, all you who are heavy laden.” 

“I am the Good Shepherd. I know my sheep.” 

“I come that they might have life and have it abundantly.” God’s rescue mission to save the world was not yet finished. There was one more, still hanging there, reaching out in hope to the King of kings. The thief too was wanted. Jesus did not reject him. From below, the Savior was deluged by sneers and jeers: “If you  are a king, save yourself!” He did not. He saved the thief. He saved you. He saved me.

Here at the conclusion of God’s redemption story, you and I are so wanted. So cared for. So loved. It all comes together in the cross: The cross, our hope. 

The man on the cross, our king. 

The king, our future home. 

“Today, you will be with me in paradise.” 

Consider/Discuss 

  • In the gloom of the cross, God showed the repentant thief a flicker of light.  But it depended upon him what happened then. He could have rejected that  offer. But he didn’t. He reached out to Jesus to save him. God’s grace wells  up in strange moments: periods of pain, times of anguish, seasons of joy.  How can we look carefully at ourselves to recognize whether we too are  accepting those offers of eternal light in the midst of our darkness? Or do  we sometimes let them pass us by? 
  • It has been a pleasure to walk with you through these past three years of writing Living the Word reflections, my friends. I hope that you continue  to say “yes” to the working of God, for this world needs saints whose  undivided loyalty is to the Lord. On this final Sunday of the church year,  how is Jesus your King right now? 

Living and Praying with the Word 

Jesus, in your majesty, we bow before you as our King. You know  our hearts. You know where our loyalties are divided. You know  that we want to put you first in our lives. Yet we try and fail, move  forward and then regress. Give us the strength, no matter what, to  pick up and follow you wholeheartedly once again. We want to give  you glory. We want to lift you high. We want to be with you forever  in Paradise. Praise and glory to you, Lord Jesus Christ!

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Dec 12 2024

God’s Ways, Not Our Ways

Theologians tells us that we have a God who speaks, a God who is by nature a Self-communicator. There is a symphony of voices through which the Lord of the universe sings to us—through the created world, through salvation history and the prophets of old, through the preaching of the apostles, through the Holy Spirit at work in our midst, and of course through the written saga of the Word-become-flesh, Jesus himself, as recorded in the scriptures. Our God is not silent. 

Today, Luke gives us Jesus’ final end-times speech. Calamities and disasters will happen. Read the signs of the times in history and in the created world: earthquakes, famines, plagues! Persecutions, wars, and insurrections! Bad stuff. The end is coming. Be attentive!

There are times when we are more aware of our fallibility, our finitude, and our ability to break. In the northern hemisphere,  November is such a month. The tree branches look lifeless. The sunflower stalks are in the compost bin. The Baltimore orioles have flown south. The daylight grows short. 

We do not know the future. Jesus says not to presume that we do;  we should not be deceived. Though God is always speaking, there are some things about which God does not communicate—not the when, not the how, not the where—of the world’s end or our own.  About that, God is silent. 

Malachi prophesies about the coming of the day of the Lord, in a blaze, on fire! 

And yet, ironically, when that great and terrible day came, the  Savior of the universe, slid through the birth canal of a young woman, in the most helpless way possible, to come into the world. Is there a heavenly sense of humor? 

God’s ways are not our ways. We do not know what is coming. 

Consider/Discuss 

  • We understand some things. Yet there is so much more that we do not grasp. Who knows what is yet to come? How can we persevere and remain faithful, be attentive and stay strong in trust, even though we do not know? 
  • Bad things happen. But whether we live or die, no matter what darkness swirls around us, no matter how dire the situation, the Lord desires to  shine through us like stars in the night sky. You and I are to be the blessing of God in this point of history. What does that mean for how are we to  act? For how we are to pray? How can you and I grab onto that personal mission even more strongly as this church year draws to a close? 

Living and Praying with the Word 

Lord, you are the God of surprises. If we had known so many  years ago what our lives would be like, would we have had the  strength to walk forward into them? Thank you that you don’t show  us the future either! But you do show yourself to us in so many little  ways, right here and right now. You are full of amazements! Who  would have guessed that you would have become flesh in the way  that you did? Do you chuckle a bit at that? You are so good. Lead us  to your eternal light, whenever and however that comes. Thank you,  thank you, God of glory!

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Dec 12 2024

God Our Joy, God Our Blessing

For twelve years, I taught scripture to sixth and seventh graders on Wednesday evenings. Each year, when we got to the Beatitudes,  they would roll their eyes and go “duh.” They’d heard it before:  “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” 

I tried another tactic; I created a debate. One of you convince us that the Beatitude is true. Your opponent will persuade us that it is not true. For example, “Blessed are the poor in spirit.” Yes? Show us how that works. “Blessed are the poor in spirit.” No? Hmmm. 

Now they were excited. Twelve-year-olds like to win arguments. The next Wednesday, you could feel the energy in the room. When we came to “Blessed are the clean of heart,” a girl walked confidently to the front. I had heard the boy who was to debate her practicing in the hallway: “Clean of heart—hah! Gangsters get away with all kinds of things! Who needs to be clean of heart?” He was ready. The girl told a story. “When my grandma was a teenager, she said that she was really mean. She deliberately hurt people. She didn’t want anything from anybody. She never listened to her parents. She liked to live wild. One day, she was bored. She just sat and watched the clock tick. She watched the second-hand move round and round  . . . and suddenly she realized if that clock kept moving, her life was going to end. She’d be gone. Dead. And what would she have done with those minutes? Something moved inside of her heart.  She thought about God. She didn’t want to be mean anymore. She wanted to be clean. So she changed. She started to pray. She went to church. Now, for me, she’s the most loving and wonderful grandma any girl could want, a real saint. ‘Blessed are the clean of heart, for  they shall see God.’ It’s true.” 

The boy stood up to begin his rebuttal. He sat back down. “How can I argue with that?” he said. 

Consider/Discuss 

  • There are plenty of arguments about why Christianity is only for the foolish. Clean of heart—ha! Merciful—that’s only for the soft. The meek— they get walked on. But one living example of a saint, someone who lives a good and kindly life, filled with the Holy Spirit, is like a mountain peak that rises radiant above the clouds. That one life outshines any negative arguments. On this All Saints Day, what do you know of ordinary saints who have had their “robes washed” by the Blood of the Lamb? This week,  share with someone a “before-and-after” story about what the Lord has done to create a saint you know.
  • Every saint is called to conversion, allowing the Lord to purify him or her.  Some conversions are abrupt, like the grandmother in the story, who turned a sharp corner in her life toward goodness and God. Some conversions come like a long slow curve that takes you gradually around a bend to set you on a different path. What has your conversion story been like? As you strive toward holiness, what change are you currently working on? 

Living and Praying with the Word 

Jesus, thank you for surrounding us with saints. Some have gone  before us and are worshiping you forever. They were poor in spirit,  pure of heart, merciful, peacemakers. Some live among us, still  working their way toward you. We thank you for them all. Lord, we  too want to be saints. When all is revealed, we want to be like you,  for we shall see you as you are. That is so great. Thank you! Help us  to turn the corners of conversion and lead us in the paths of holiness.  Praise and honor to you, Lord Jesus Christ!

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