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, May 31, 2019
light wrapping
“maybe death
isn't darkness, after all,
but so much light
wrapping itself around us--”
― Mary
Oliver, Owls and Other Fantasies
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I have thought a lot about death lately
It is hard not to
When death is everywhere
Big deaths, little deaths
Rachel Held Evans, dead at 37
A voice for grace and God,
Gone
Riley Howell
Kendrick Castillo
young men who attacked school shooters
saving classmates,
but dying themselves
Jean Vanier
who in the name of God
helped improve life for people with disabilities
Donna, my dear friend
and for many years my secretary
She of the goofy smile and laugh
Dead
There are other deaths too
The death of empathy
The death of truth
The death of justice
The death of democracy
So many things
Going
Going
Gone
But it is of course the deaths of those we care about
Friends, parents
Siblings, heroes
That hit us hardest.
And we wonder
What happens when people die?
Is there a Heaven?
A Hell?
Do people find their way to whatever is next “in an
instant”,
Is there a “big sleep”
while we wait for
The Kingdom
Michael Quoist has prayer he wrote after seeing a
funeral.
“Leaving the cemetery some of the family were
sobbing. All is finished.
Others were sniffling:
“Come, come, my dear courage: It’s finished!”
Some friends murmured:
“Poor man, that’s how we all finish.”
And others sighed in relief: Well it is finished.
And I was thinking that everything was just beginning.
Yes, he had finished the last rehearsal, but the play was
just beginning. The years of training
were over, but the eternal work was about to start. He had just been born to life, the real
life. Life that’s going to last, life
eternal.
As if there were dead people.
There are no dead people Lord.
There are only the living, on earth and beyond.”
What I believe,
and of course I might be wrong
But what I believe is that when we die
We return to that from which we came
Some call it God
Some call it heaven
Jesus suggested that dying was like going home (John 14)
But I like to think come from love
And we return to Love
After all, God is love
We all know the love passage from II Corinthians
But because God love, that passage describes not only
love
But God
Revisit the passage and replace the word love with the
word God
God is patient
God is kind
God is not easily angered
God keeps no record of wrongs
God always protects
God trusts
God always has hopes for us
God always hangs in there with us
God’s love never fails
The whole point of the Gospel
is that we live in the context of this love
We are connected to this love
embraced by this love
empowered by this love
filled by this love
That is why we can live love
Can be love, here on earth
This is why we can walk through our days
Following the way of the one who in-fleshed love, Jesus
Being generous, kind, compassionate, creative
Accepting, forgiving, giving
And loving
As those in whom the Sacred dwells
We are people who display our divine DNA
And that is why we do not have to fear death.
For when we die, we return to the One from whom we came,
we return to love
As I often say…
We move from communion with the Sacred
back into complete union with the Sacred
Death does not separate us from the love of God,
it unites us (or re-unites us) with that love
And we are home, once again, no longer the wanderers
“… death isn't darkness, after all,
but so much light
wrapping itself around us--”
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