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 17, 2019
Share the Feast
“There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine
linen and who feasted
sumptuously every day. And at his gate lay a poor man named
Lazarus, covered with sores, who longed to satisfy his hunger with what fell
from the rich man’s table; even the dogs would come and lick his sores. The
poor man died and was carried away by the angels to be with Abraham. The rich
man also died and was buried. In Hades, where he was being tormented, he looked
up and saw Abraham far away with Lazarus by his side. He called out, ‘Father
Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in
water and cool my tongue; for I am in agony in these flames.’ But Abraham said,
‘Child, remember that during your lifetime you received your good things, and Lazarus
in like manner evil things; but now he is comforted here, and you are in agony.
Besides all this, between you and us a great chasm has been fixed, so that
those who might want to pass from here to you cannot do so, and no one can
cross from there to us.’
Luke
16:19 (NRSV)
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What happens when we die?
There are a lot of ideas
I doubt very much if it has anything to do with heavenly
mansions and streets of gold
I will be very much surprised if there is, as some on the
right claim
a wall
or a gate
or any sort of test
What I do believe is that our being then will bear little
resemblance to our being now
What I do believe is that the communion with the Sacred
Which we experienced here on earth
Will become union
“Our true nature is the nature of no birth and no death”
Thich Nhat Hanh
To put it another
way, we come from God, and we return to God
All of us!
So what do we do with pesky parables such as this?
How do we think about the ramblings of Paul and his
“third heaven”
I believe we all come from the Sacred
And I believe we all return
But I also think that while we are living
We can distance ourselves from the Sacred
We can ignore
We can lose touch
Or
Worst of all
We can actively deny the Sacred by the way we think
And the way we live
We can create such a distance
By our greed
Our lust for power
Our lies
Our cruelty
Our lack of compassion
Our failure to champion justice and equity
That we create an abyss
That blocks our reunion with the Sacred
As Jesus put it
A great chasm is fixed
A distance, a hardness
A blindness can be developed
That keeps people from returning
Keeps people from the eternal table
Keeps people form once again
Living the house of love
What it looks like to be in that place I do not know
But I do know this
I do not want to deny my heritage
I do not want to be apathetic about the Sacred Presence
that is in me
I do not want to slowly fall away into a dark place
Where I am so far from God it is almost
Almost
Impossible to get back
I cannot bring myself to believe that it is impossible
There are those parables about lost coins
And lost sheep
And prodigal children
And I suspect there is always a way back
And I suspect if we do not find ourselves back in
communion
It is not for lack of trying
On God’s part
I wonder what it will be like when
Those in power in America, finally die, and move on
Will they move on?
Or will they be stuck,
Not in eternal torment imposed by God
But a cold darkness they have chosen
It is interesting that in this parable Jesus suggests
That Lazarus might well have tried to find a way
To get to the Rich Man and bring him back
I love that
Part of me wants those I believe are so much like the
rich man (often called Dives)
To pay the price
But a bigger part wants to believe that god never gives
up
Never stops looking
Never stops trying….
But I suppose that is the point
We can choose the things of the earth
We can choose to distance
This is truly a parable for our time
It is one of those stories
That reminds us that this is all a mystery
And we do not understand
And will probably
Will never understand
This is one of those stories that reminds us of our
limited
Capacity to understand God, and God’s way
And there really is only one response we can make
We can share the feast
We can live lives of generosity
And kindness and love
We can notice those in need around us
And offer more than crumbs
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