I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Friday, November 23, 2018
Time to Lament
We cannot let these
days of ritual remembrance and mourning pass this year without a larger call
for lament. Lament is grief given voice. It is, as Old Testament scholar and
theologian Walter Brueggemann writes, “dangerous, restless speech.” It is restless
because it calls domination systems into question. It is dangerous because it
refuses to settle for the way things are and demands change.
The
Rev. Laura Mayo in the Houston Chronicle
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there are times
when our souls tell us
it is time to
lament
it is time to
give voice to grief
in the bible
there is a book of laments
the people
grieving over a great nation
no longer great
“How deserted
lies the city,
once so full of people!
How like a widow
is she,
who once was great among the nations!”
perhaps it is
time to lament
the psalms often
Lament
the cry to God
with the grief of hopes dashed
pain experienced
“how long O’
Lord, how long, will you turn your face from me”
Jesus lamented as
he sat on that rock in Gethsemene
pouring our his
anguish
not over his
death
but over the
human condition which occasioned it
perhaps it is
time to lament
I lament the hate
and fear that permeates our country
Showing not
strength but weakness
and driving us to
embrace all manner of evil
the caging of
children
the neglect of
the vulnerable
the exclusion of
those seeking refuge
I lament a nation
culture where lying and bullying is the norm
I lament division
and enmity
the
dehumanization of others
the creation of
enemies
I lament the
greed that will let children go hungry,
while filling the
bank accounts of the very, very wealthy
I lament the
injustices poured upon people of color
And the treatment
of the LGBTQI community
I lament the
money spent on the military, and the machinery of death
I lament that
there are people who are homeless
and people who
will face a bitter winter on the street
I lament what we
have done to the earth
and lament the
cold blindness of those who perpetuate the abuse
I lament the fact
that we leave the systems in place that destroy us
That we leave
leaders in place who do not lead us
But most of all I
lament my own complicity
The ways in which
I daily, participate in that which is evil
I lament my own
unwillingness to change
To stand up
To speak out
My own failure
to, as the saying goes,
Be the change I
want to see in the world
Yes
It is time to
lament
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