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Elizabeth Browning



Thursday, September 22, 2022

pass it on

People will do almost anything to not feel pain, including causing pain and abusing power;

          Brene Brown

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pain is part of life

we all hurt in one way or another

 

in this age of my decrepitude

everything hurts

and what doesn’t hurt doesn’t work

 

shoulders, back, knees

and yes, even toes

twinge and throb as I wander through the mundane motions of life

 

my mind hurts

struggling to remember appointments and names

fumbling facts and concepts

clumsy

 

my heart and soul hurt too

those deep places that have become

a dump in which all kinds of garbage junk and debris have been tossed

by a negligent and uncaring world

 

hate and greed

lies, repeated and repeated again

fraud

abuse of power

violence

 

we run from pain

running we get lost

and wander through the days

as disembodied souls

unable to connect with our own self

and with others

 

unable to find our way back

to original blessing

to Sacred childhood

unable to find out way back to community

 

this is a place we cannot abide

the very fabric of our being cries out in protest

helpless we rage

 

sometimes we strike out

futilely grasping for power in a vain attempt to stop the pain

creating pain to avoid pain

 

sometimes we seek only to numb

wandering into the coldness of detachment

 

we become destructive or hopeless

 

this is no way to live

this is not living

this is not reflecting the imago Dei

our Sacred nature

 

There is more to us than our pain

Woven into the fabric of our being are love, hope, joy, and peace

 

how then do we live?

we live aware, noticing and accepting the pain

(and all our other emotions)

we live expressing, naming and claiming the pain

(and the love)

we chose rather than react

overtly creating meaning, and sculpting our responses

choosing what we live out, what we pass on

 

Jesus faced pain

The pain of rejection

The pain of watching those he had taught forget everything

The pain of physical torture and torturous death

 

He chose his response

Abba, forgive them

 

He chose to pass on his love, not his pain

 

This is how we find our way back

This is how we rise

This is how the kingdom comes

This is how we live as carriers of the image

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