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Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning



Saturday, April 25, 2020

Living Inside Out


When you can’t control what’s happening
Challenge yourself to control
The way you respond to what’s happening.
That’s where the power is.
                                         Unknown
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Good things happen
Bad things happen

We wish it weren’t so
If we had our way there would be no tornadoes
ripping through the night
There would be no cancer
And Covid-19 would be a thing relegated to
A novel by Stephen King, or maybe Camus

But good things happen
And Bad things happen

People fall in love
Children are born
Joy wings it’s way through our lives
And then is gone

as harsher realities
are woven into the fabric of our days
the lost of a job
an illness
addiction
and even pandemics

we would like to think
that the reality
in whom we live and breathe, and have our being

would protect us from all of that
that if we love Sacred enough
live Sacred enough
pray to Sacred enough

all the power of the Universe
would be channeled to work in our favor

That God would intervene
And we would be spared

Alas

That does not seem to be how God works
We can’t send and extra gift to Paula White or Kenneth Copeland
And be spared

How many prayers have been sent
into the heavens
never to return?

And yet

We are not powerless

In the upper room, with the terror of the cross ahead
Jesus talked to his people

These were powerless people
Horrible things were unfolding, and there was nothing
Nothing, they could do

And yet he told them
Be not afraid

You have the Spirit
The comforter
Guide
Teacher
Helper

You have in you, planted, there,
at the center of who you are
everything you need

And if you stay connected to that truth
(I am the vine, you are the branches)
You will overcome

It is not so much that life will change
It is not that Pilate will become suddenly benign
Or that the Sanhedrin will magically remember whose they are
It is not that the brutality of Friday will go away

It simply that you will be powered from within
And you will have the capacity
To react differently

To live in hope rather than fear
To live generously rather meanly
To live with compassion rather than with protective apathy
To live forgiveness rather than retribution
To live love rather hate

Turn to God
Turn to me
Turn inside
Pray, pray, pray

But what will be changed
Is you

It took a while
It didn’t happen that night
It didn’t happen that Friday
It didn’t happen until Pentecost

But eventually they got it!
And the world changed
It didn’t become less terrible
Less fearful

But it the world changed
Because wandering around the world
were people
filled with, and open to
Sacred Presence

People who were not afraid
(OK, maybe a little)
But hoped anyway
Had joy, anyway
Were generous, anyway
Were kind, anyway
Were forgiving, anyway
And loved
Anyway

In this time
As it would be so easy to live in fear
We can be people who live in hope

We can be people who filled with God
Don’t hoard
Don’t isolate emotionally
Don’t sink into the darkness of depression
Don’t quit

We can be people who leave that package of toilet paper on the shelf
Who make that phone call to a friend
Who spread calm and hope
And who do what we can
For others

As Frederick Buechner says
“Here is the world, beautiful and terrible things will happen
 Don’t be afraid!”

Be love

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