In this frightening time, may we remember that the kingdom to which we belong transcends pain and death. No matter what happens, it cannot be taken away. It cannot be subverted.
“The realm of emotion is also a place of fickleness. Sometimes I feel God’s presence there and sometimes I have only ashes in my heart. I can feel a deep joy in a melody, the winging of a goose over the rooftops, the prisms in a snowflake. But just as quickly I can be crushed by loss, fear or illness.”
“And now let us open our eyes. It is time to slip into the big Self perspective. We are not alone, we are not lost, and we are overwhelmed with abundance. Abundance comes. He takes our breath completely away. We’re shoved out of the attitude of thinking we know how it all will go. We are not in charge – not even close.”
“We know that the roots of systemic racism run all through our hillsides. We don’t like to look at how bad it really is, because that would turn the ground we stand on into mush. Wrong attitudes about what we can own, who we can keep at a distance and what is owed us keep the ground from shifting too badly. But what do we lose by keeping those particular hillsides in place?”
“When I reflect on the passage from Corinthians that is our second lesson for the day, I imagine a Body of Christ that is so diverse that every single one of us has a place in it, just as we are. Our spiritual gifts include not just the named functions like preaching and praying, but also the unnamed ones, like the way each of us responds to what gives us joy, and the creative ways in which we love one another in fully reciprocal relationships.”
“So, thinking of today’s readings, I wonder at a young man and woman willing to uproot themselves, to take only what they could carry on their backs and to go somewhere totally foreign and new, just on the basis of warnings in a dream. Sure, dreams probably had a lot more weight back then than they do now, but even so. I’m sure it wasn’t the usual way to respond.”
“How many sunrises I have waited for: trying to stay awake on a cross country car trip; huddled in inadequate blankets in a desert night; coiled against an intense pain I irrationally hope will ease with daylight; waiting on Christmas morning for that moment when I can go out to the living room to see what Santa brought.”