Good

On the other side of nothing,
the waters of the dark womb
rage and writhe, resisting God,
labouring the eternal void.
On the other side of nothing,
over the pitched waters,
the breath of God hesistates;
surfing the storm, hopeful waits
to discover deep-sunken desire,
to offer the kiss of life
to the lost ones drowning,
to bring to its crowning
all that is; to soothe the dark sea
of all that is not to be.

 

Genesis 1:1-2 “In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep; and the Spirit of God was moving over the face of the waters.”

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A country mile

Free kittens. Free manure.
Town Hall Meeting: Noise
& Shooting Tonight;
signs of our times.

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The morning after

I can only imagine that you fell
asleep on the sofa, bolt upright,
clenched paper tissues holding your hand.
Waking in the dark, too
bewildered not to zombie-walk to bed
to lie awake, watching for dawn, in
serious doubt whether the
sun will ever rise again. Waking
in the pale light, it seems
almost rude that the world should
turn on its axis to another day without
even pausing for a moment
of apology.

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Sparrow, shopping

Browsing the shiny cellophaned produce section,
soaring over fields of grain on the
updraft of the bread ovens.

Sealed in our tin cans,
concentrated and reduced,
we must be such a disappointment to you.

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Pentecost: a sounding

I try to imagine the sound.
They say a tornado sounds like
a freight train; what would the apostles say?
We each tell only of what we know.

Was it the bluster of flapping canvas
familiar from their days at the sail?
Or the harmonious cacophony
of a festival of flutes and whistles –
seventy-six trombones and
a few ocarinas?

I remember counting the breaths between
the lightning discharge, like fire overhead,
and the rushing wind of the thunderclap,
burrowing into my parents’ bed.

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Year A Easter 7: Eternity

The live version of this morning’s sermon included contributions from my wonderful congregation on where they saw God and eternity, which I have not included here.

I couldn’t help thinking about the movie The Matrix as I was reflecting on this gospel. In The Matrix, humanity is living in a kind of dream world, a hallucinatory trance, while reality is hidden from them. Only by knowing the true dimension in which they live can they find and finally win their freedom.

The reality of the movie is rather grim; it doesn’t quite add up to the image of eternal life that we would like to have, but the reason that I was reminded of it was that element of seeing clearly the dimension “in which we live and move and have our being”; having, as it were, “the eyes of our hearts enlightened.”

Jesus said, “This is eternal life, that they may know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom you have sent.” Eternal life is the knowledge of what life really is; it is the knowledge of the dimension of God, in which we live, move and have our being.

After Jesus had ascended, the disciples were looking up after him, scanning the clouds that had hidden him from their sight. As they were looking, two men in white robes, otherwise known as angels, gave them the message to move on, to continue to live in the here and the now, trusting that Jesus would return but living in the meantime.

Jesus sent his disciples to seek out eternal life in the here and now; in lives both new but also continuous with the ones that they had known before. Eternal life was not to be found gazing up into the clouds, but in knowing God, as they had come to know God in the person of Jesus Christ, whom God had sent to them.

Eternal life is knowing God in our own lives, here and now; seeing clearly that in which we live and move and have our being; seeing our own lives in

So where is it that you see God?

Julian of Norwich famously found eternity in a hazelnut: in her Showings, she wrote,

And in this he showed me a little thing, the quantity of a hazel nut, lying in the palm of my hand, as it seemed. And it was as round as any ball. I looked upon it with the eye of my understanding, and thought, ‘What may this be?’ And it was answered generally thus, ‘It is all that is made.’ I marveled how it might last, for I thought it might suddenly have fallen to nothing for littleness. And I was answered in my understanding: It lasts and ever shall, for God loves it. And so have all things their beginning by the love of God. http://intotheexpectation.blogspot.com/2012/05/praying-with-julian-of-norwich-and.html

I have seen eternity in the birth of a child –

Today was my son’s birth day;
his tiny hands beginning to unfurl,
a birthmark smeared beneath one arm;
this is the closest we come to perfection;
born between earth and eternity,
the closest we come to God.

So what clouds our vision of God, or of eternity?

Suffering; violence; intractable brokenness. It is true that in this world we encounter pain and grief. But is that incompatible with eternal life?

Jesus suffered so much pain and grief; even death; and yet we know that his life was one lived in close congruence with eternity. So, no, suffering does not cut us off from eternal life, nor does it have to blind us to God.

It is part of our nature to be mortal creatures, prone to death and decay; it is another part of our nature to know that this is not what defines us, but that we are also part of eternity, and destined for glory.

What redeems us out of this suffering is love. The love of Jesus, who suffered death on the cross for us, and came back to his disciples out of love for them. The love and faithfulness of those who spend their lives relieving the suffering of others: the rescuers, the caregivers, the pain whisperers.

When we see God in those people; when we see God in one another, we see how our own lives can become mirrors, or windows, or bridges for others to see their way into a life lived in the knowledge of the love of God, a life lived in continuity with eternity; a life lived with the eyes of the heart opened and clear-sighted, to see the dimension of God in which we live and move and have our being.

It is a high calling, to be a window onto eternity, but it is an indiscriminate one. You don’t have to be the Chosen One of the Matrix to fulfill it; you only have to open your eyes to God and your heart to the world around you, just as you have done today in sharing your visions of eternity with one another.

I am grateful for your witness and your willingness to share your eternal lives.

I often find eternity in the work of the poets, so I’ll leave you this morning with this bright gem from R.S.Thomas, called

The Bright Field

I have seen the sun break through
to illuminate a small field
for a while, and gone my way
and forgotten it. But that was the pearl
of great price, the one field that had
the treasure in it. I realize now
that I must give all that I have

to possess it. Life is not hurrying
on to a receding future, nor hankering after
an imagined past. It is the turning
aside like Moses to the miracle
of the lit bush, to a brightness
that seemed as transitory as your youth
once, but is the eternity that awaits you.

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Baccalaureate

A message offered to my son and his cohort, the graduating class of Bay High School, 2014:

Thank you for the honour of being with you this afternoon.

I was struck by some of the words you all chose for today: “What I am commanding you today is not too difficult for you or beyond your reach. No, the word is very near to you; it is in your mouth and in your heart.”

Long ago, and far, far away, when I finished high school, I knew that one day I would be here. I mean, I hadn’t heard of Bay Village, Ohio; I didn’t know where here was, and I didn’t know what this day would look like, but I did know at least three things which eventually would get me here.

I knew that I wanted a life full of love.

I knew that I was called to serve God as a priest.

I also knew, by the time I finished high school, that I would never make it as a concert pianist, which helped considerably with narrowing down my focus.

I have to tell you that not everyone believed what I knew for myself to be true. My father had ambitions on my behalf; he thought, at one time, that traditional work was all well and good as a back-up plan, but that I should really be concentrating on my music.

I didn’t know, back then, who it was that I would love more than life itself. I had no idea that a person’s heart could be divided so many times, and drawn outside of themselves, and that person only become more alive. It’s like the loaves and the fishes; it seems that the more people love is shared amongst, the more there is. And because I am blessed to love a son who is in this class, I get to be here with you today.

As for the priest thing, I have to tell you that it took me a rather long time. I wasn’t as courageous or imaginative as the first women ordained in my church, so I wasn’t a pioneer. And when my children were small, it was all I could do to get three matching pairs of shoes onto three matching pairs of feet.

I read a poem this week by David Whyte:

THE JOURNEY

Sometimes everything 
has to be
enscribed across 
the heavens

so you can find 
the one line
already written 
inside you…

From ‘The Journey’: in ‘River Flow: New and Selected Poems’ ©David Whyte and Many Rivers Press

 

That word, that call was already written inside me; and though it took me a while, by God’s grace it is as a pastor as well as a parent that I have the privilege of being with you today.

And I stand here today in awe of all of you, because you have already everything you need to be the person whom God has called you to be, because you are made in the very image of God; because you are already exactly who you need to be.

Still, if I had to give you some advice to take on your journey, from my experience it would be this:

Work hard, put your energy, your life, your love into things that matter to you. Resist the temptation to be distracted by the ambitions that other people might have for you; if they don’t resonate with that word that God has placed in your heart, they are not yours.

Maya Angelou, whom you all know passed away this week, is quoted as saying, “You can only become truly accomplished at something you love.”  http://www.neontommy.com/news/2014/05/maya-angelou-s-legacy-9-quotes-inspire

Go easy on yourself if some things that you know you are called to still take a little longer than you expect. Enjoy those little detours that life and the Holy Spirit have in store for you.

Live a life that you can love, and live it in the knowledge that you are loved.

There are people all over this room who are here simply because they love you and will support you every step of the way. And you have heard clearly from your classmates how much God loves you, the goodness God has in store for you.

My car has a bumper sticker on it from The Episcopal Diocese of Ohio, of which I and some of you are a part. It says, God Loves You, No Exceptions.

Whether you worked your rear end off at school or scooted around the hallways on it, God loves you. No exceptions.

Whether you find the love of your life on your first day of work or college, or whether you are only just learning to love yourself, God loves you. No exceptions.

When the world fails you (because it will), remember that God loves you. No exceptions.

When you fail and falter (because you will), God still loves you; and God will help you put the pieces back together again.

When you fall in love with your life, God falls with you, never further from you than your own heart. No exceptions.

I quoted another poem in this morning’s sermon at my church (I like poetry):

Today was my son’s birth day;

his tiny hands beginning to unfurl,

a birthmark smeared beneath one arm;

this is the closest we come to perfection;

born between earth and eternity,

the closest we come to God.

(Rosalind C Hughes)

All of you were born into lives that are pregnant with infinite and eternal possibility, and you bear the image of God within you, the Word of God, in your mouths and in your hearts.

So my charge to you is also my prayer for you: to go out from here with confidence in the love that surrounds you. Live a life that you love, and live it in the knowledge that you are loved. Go in peace, and may each of you know that you go with God.

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Eternal

Jesus said, “And this is eternal life, that they may know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom you have sent.”

Today was my son’s birth day.
Small and soft, he begins to unfurl,
a birthmark smeared beneath one arm;
the closest we come to perfection.
Born between earth and eternity,
the closest we come to God.

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Why you cannot hear me

Because good girls don’t make a scene;
because it isn’t ladylike to swear.
Because of “shriek,” “screech,” and “shrill,”
the vocabulary of shame.

Because strong protest is, methinks,
too often twisted and turned back.
Because denial tied my tongue.
Because of the breath shocked out of me.

Because of your hand across my mouth.
Because you told me not to cry out.
Because if I had spoken out
who would have believed me?

Because I didn’t know the words.

Because I was taught to be quiet
and nice, hold my tongue,
bite my lip, my voice
has a tendency
to trail away…

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Day 178: the end of Esther

From today’s Bible Challenge blog. We have been reading the Book of Esther over the weekend; one which I find disturbing for many reasons. The coincidence of this reading with the tragic murders of Friday and the conversations that have happened in its aftermath was one I couldn’t in good conscience ignore. I do not claim to offer wisdom. I do offer my prayers.

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Esther 9-10, Psalm 145, II Corinthians 4

On Friday, I wrote about the dangerous sexism embedded into the very foundations of the story of Esther. I was shocked, saddened and ashamed to read later that same day of the misogynistic and murderous rampage that occurred that evening in Isla Vista, California. Over the weekend, I read many tweets and commentaries about tweets containing the hashtag #YesAllWomen, detailing the casual, demeaning and dangerous sexism and misogyny that women continue to face. Yes, all women.

Last night, watching television, we saw a minutes-long portrayal of lechery and casual sexism by a group of male cooking contestants (why was this relevant to a cooking show? Ratings, one assumes.). My husband, dear sweet man, turned to me and said, “I apologize for the members of my sex.” Having assured him that I do not consider him personally to be a contributor to the problem, I…

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