“All will be well and all will be well and every kind of
thing shall be well.”
Julian
of Norwich
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I felt a moment of disgust today
One too many stories of people embracing falsehoods
One too many stories of angry people with guns,
intimidating others
One too many stories of churches choosing to endanger
their people
in the name of faith
it was overwhelming!
the fear, the ignorance
the cultivated distrust
the lies
the enmity
it hurt to watch people foolishly imperil themselves and
others
it was painful to hear the lies
and see the denial
ideologically altered brains are a terrible thing
and so I was disgusted
and I was sickened by my own response
at my inability to feel compassion
at my lack of tolerance
at my willingness to simply abandon these precious souls
to sickness (they are asking for it after all) and even
death
I reached a moment when I knew
that at least for a moment, my optimism was gone
no, it is no going to be OK
and for all my pronouncements that “God has got this”!
it did not feel that way
and yet, penetrating the fog of my despair
was the optimism of Julian of Norwich
who though painfully aware
that we as human beings are terminally foul;
we rupture relationships
we take God’s name in vain (claiming God but not living
God)
we hate and embrace violence
we are greedy and cruel
and we are sometimes stupid
oh, so stupid
was able to assert
All will be well and all will be well and every kind of
thing shall be well
She had to say it three times
that holy three
three persons
three days in the tomb
she had to say it again and again
upping the faith in that final emphatic claim
and every kind of thing shall well
it is not that all is well
it is not that all is “in God’s plan”
it is simply that God is love
and God loves us
and we find that love in those very moments we are failing
when we have done everything we can to deny God, and deny
love
and God is there anyway
and so too, love
in our worst moments
God’s love and mercy swiftly come
Inexorable!
And thus “It is frankly rude of us to doubt that all will be
well” (Mirabai Starr)
Ah, dear Jesus
Come to me this day, as the clouds glower
and the rain falls
and we foolish people do foolish things
come to me as I plod through my day muttering
under my breath, invectives and curses
penetrate the fog of despair and remind me
“All will be well and all will be well and every kind of
thing shall be well.”
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