Well it’s happened. Recent events have taken their toll. the problem is that as usual I am behind myself, so people for the last couple of weeks have telling me I should be depressed, destroyed, etc and I have been quite strong in answering that on the contrary I am energised…angry, sad, scared but full of energy.
But today I am tired, I have been struggling for the last three days, each days finding excuses why it is “just hard today” and being very very unproductive but today I will call it. I am a Christian, I believe in hope at all costs, I believe in resurrections but I am sometimes tired and demoralised (the cold getting deep into my bones does not help).
I want to gather with people for mutual support, instead what ends up happening is people look to me for leadership and inspiration (or is it only that I imagine they do) and I must be a hope giver not someone who needs. I am sometimes tired and demoralised, I never asked to be a leader (save when I was very, very young) and when I ask people to see me as stupid, disengaged, lazy, etc to feel sorry for me, to carry me they tell me not to be silly they don’t see me that way at all. And then I try to shoulder the burden wondering how on earth they do it. HOW?
So then I remember that it has been too long since I danced/sparred with the lectionary apart from my last-minute attempt last week. It’s Pentecost and I “ought” to be inspired (well perhaps I will be in two days time). At the moment I am tired and broken and cynical and irrational and wondering how to hold it all together which is certainly a good way to begin Pentecost. So instead of a sermon I will give you a tapestry, or maybe a patchwork of thoughs, with bits of the readings as well.
” they were all in one place together. ” (Acts 2)Hincho mi corazón para que entre como cascada ardiente el Universon. El Nuevo día llega y su llegada me deja sin aliento. Canto como la gruta que es colmada canto mi día Nuevo.
Gabriela Mistral“I open out my heart so the Universe can enter like a cataract of fire. The new day comes; its coming takes my breath away. I sing, a hollow filled to overflowing,
I sing my break of day.” (translation by Ursula K Le Guin.)
“I have told you this while I am with you.
… the Holy Spirit …
will teach you everything” (John)
teach you everything
“Education is not filling a bucket, it is lighting a fire” (various attributions).
We connect with each other. We sit together in our need for togetherness. We open our broken hearts. We forget to hide from the darkness we fear will devour us. We can smell its rancid breath, the future burning of the forests, the melting of the icecaps, the hunger of our own children.
A frightening world without the child’s notion of a divine ATM that will spew out graces in exchange for flattery and pleading. Lord, Lord, Lord, anyone have mercy we want all the answers, we want the burden of solving our own problems to be taken away.
My enemies all encompassed me (was that a psalm when I was a child?)
I could barely crush a fly in my current state.
What is this Universe that is coming? What is this new day? Do we want it? I barely had time to get my head around the old day.
Life-ful Spirit eleison. Something. Be a reason. Give me hope. Hold my hand I am so scared. I don’t like to suffer but I weep more for my children. Eleison, eleison. Are you listening? Do you know what I am talking about? All the trivial things- what will I eat today, who will love me, dare I check my email, who was I meant to respond to, are the bins out, will the cats fight if I leave them together? Eleison. Christe the ultimate resiliant one eleison. But you gave up the ghost didn’t you. Is despair the road to hope?
If I knew what to do I would do it.
“before she became fire, she was water,
quenching the thirst of every dying creature.
She gave and she gave
until she turned from sea to desert.
But instead of dying from the heat,
the sadness, the heartache,
she took all of her pain
and from her own ashes became fire” (Nikita Gill)
Well…it’s hardly comforting is it?
pray burning is only a metaphor.