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.
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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