In this time of insecurity

I try not to be the least bit political in this blog because I think God transcends human politics. But maybe you are like me and are deeply troubled by the state of things. Maybe, you, like me, have let the fear that has been hanging in the political air seep into your body and are finding it hard to breathe.


For days and days I have been asking God to quell my fears and remove my anxieties about the upcoming election and the future of our nation. I have been imploring God to help me know in my depths that no matter what outcome, we all ultimately remain safe in God’s arms.


And then I turn to the reading of the day and find this excerpt from Job. After a time of tremendous trial Job receives these words of comfort: your life will make a dawn of darkness…full of hope you will live secure, dwelling well and safely guarded (Job 11:17-18)


I am profoundly grateful for these words and they do give me comfort. I practice deep breathing, allowing my exhale to extend longer than my inhale as I have learned in yoga class. In my mind I hear the words of the e.e. cummings poem…I carry your heart in my heart. What could be safer than that…to dwell in the heart of God?


I want to stay in that space longer but I know I must return to my troubled world. I pray to be freed from the attachment to my desired outcome and to instead lean into the mystery of life unfolding. The good news is that I am not alone. Christ walks with me and together we walk in hope.


More Inspiration

Love After Love

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Derek Walcott
I am in this space lately where I am doing a lot of borrowing…a lot of leaning heavily on the faith of others…a lot of climbing up on the shoulders of deeper, wiser ones so that I can crane my head above the crowd and catch even the smallest glimpse of truth.
Have you ever had a time when you felt it was best just to be quiet and still?  When you felt in your heart that the best you could do was to watch and listen, not quite sure what was unfolding?  Filled with one hundred questions, hoping for even ten half-answers?
In prayer yesterday, these words came to me…I don’t know how to love him.  It prompted me to seek this video out and I share it with you here.  Mary Magdalene, changed woman, work-in-progress, loyal follower, filled-with-desire, first witness…I wish I knew more about you.

Inspiration from the week

Wow!  What an amazing poem…it reminds me that love always, always wins!  I also hear this as a love poem to and from God.  God’s beloved, enjoy!

Inspiration from the week

My friend, Christine, is a beautiful poet.  I share her recent poem here.  She wrote it after reading and being inspired by a poem entitled, In Praise of a Mutilatd World by Adam Zagajewski.

After Adam Zagajewski

I am instructed to praise – 
though I know better – 
though I know perfectly
well what we are capable
of – the horrors we have
already done.  Still, I am

instructed to praise – to 
hold the leaf in my hand
and do it no harm.  To

hold the one leaf in my
hand and see the tiny
veins swimming through it.

To know it is alive – and
depends on my care.

Christine Rodgers

I gather up the leaves the Divine One floats my way.  Each one is precious and in my care, even for a moment.  How do I respond?