My Problem(s) with Lent

coins William Sloan Coffin offers a reflection on the story in the second chapter of Mark about the man with paralysis, whose friends lowered him through the roof to get to Jesus.  Coffin focuses on the courage required to accept the gift and the challenge of healing.

“With no difficulty, I can picture myself lying on the pallet, the center of the crowd’s attention. I can image myself enjoying the ability to use my distress to manipulate my friends. I can certainly imagine the comfort I would draw from the words, ‘My son, your sins are forgiven.’ But when, following the indicative of forgiveness, I heard the imperative of responsibility – ‘Rise, take up your pallet and walk’ – I think I my inclination would have been to murmur, ‘No thanks, I think I’ll just stay here on the stretcher.’ (p.12-13)”

“… if it’s hell to be guilty, it’s certainly scarier to be responsible – response-able – able to respond to God’s visionary, creative love. (p.13)”

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Good Morning

sleepy girlHey! Did you notice the dawn this morning?

Huh? Is it dawn? (yawn)

Did you catch the energy of that inexhaustible furnace of light – the daily eruption of fire across the rim of morning?

Ah … yeah … I guess so. My eyes (and my heart) are a bit heavy. They are not stirring yet today. Continue reading

Again

again

Ok.
Help.
Again.

Again, I am at a loss.

Again, I am scattered and distracted.

Again, all seems crazy around me.

Again, I turn to you …

Again, you wrap your arms around me.

Again, you envelop me in your peace.

Again, you provide the mystery, the grace.

Again, you give me courage to continue and hope to sustain.

Again, I remember that you are with me …

Still.

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[photo ‘Drunk Again” – Dumpster Graffiti‘ by McLevn per cc 2.0]

A Written Dialog

clutterI find myself opening a drawer full of long neglected junk: some trash, some treasure, some pencil numbs and safety pins – small items tucked away instead of cleaned or organized, lost to usefulness by neglect.

This is my soul, oh Holy One, and I am tired of the mess.

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The Elephant’s Quandary

elephantsAll the elephants plod along, trunk upon tail, slowly flapping their ears – until – somewhere a goad sets them off. Some ill-mannered driver lets her own angst and anger push the prod too hard. It wakes the elephant, who releases the tail in front of her and trumpets her frustration, suddenly waking to the silliness of it all.

Who said that silly driver is worth listening to? Why should her anger determine the course of the elephants? Why do her desires rule? Continue reading