Oh Glory, has it ever been a Week.
A week in which one of my more popular turns of phrase was
simply, “SERIOUSLY??” and in which the answer was a bleak and blanching “Yes.”
And then I read Toni Morrison:
~This is precisely the time when artists go to work. There is no time for despair, no place for
self-pity, no need for silence, no room for fear. We speak, we write, we do language. That is how civilization heals.~
So, here it goes.
In July, I wrote that ~Though it is the only way I know
how to Live, how to have/feel/know a sense of Home, Meaning, Call, or Freedom,
I sometimes find it strange and inexplicable that I continue to believe so
strongly in a God of Love, Mercy, Compassion, and Inclusion, when the world is
filled with such hatred, violence…And yet, I do. I believe that there is a
light no darkness can overcome. I must, if there is any sense to be made at
all. Or, I must, if I am to welcome and to be welcomed by this Mystery and live
I wrote that in
response to the attacks in Nice, France that were followed by an attempted coup
in Turkey. In November, I re-read this in full knowledge that it applies as
well to the current state of politics in the US.
repercussions of the Electoral College choice for president play themselves
out, I cling to those few things I can control.
One of them is my hope. No matter who sits in the Oval Office, no matter
which party controls the House and the Senate both, no matter what I read about
which established policies will be rescinded, reframed, or removed, I control my hope. What I believe in is up to me. And I believe in a God of Love. I believe in Jesus, union of humanity and
divinity, Word made flesh, who dwelled among the scrappiest sorts and called
them friends. I believe in the Spirit,
living and moving and having being in God’s people.
And this hope,
these beliefs, have implications. I need
only look to Jesus to understand that.
To believe as I do
means I am called forth to stand for justice, to act for justice. I am called to acts of compassion. I am called to include, welcome, forgive,
challenge, and seek to understand. I am
called to speak sometimes and to be silent sometimes. I am called to discomfort and deep joy, I am
called to Life in abundance and to helping bring that about for neighbor,
friend, enemy, and unknown. I am called to
Love. Nothing less is asked of me.
Love, lived fully,
is astounding, confusing, redemptive, and frustrating. Nothing less is asked of me than to live
those emotions in vulnerability and passion.
Love, lived in
fullness, is spacious, generative, and a personal commitment lived out in a
beautifully nuanced, diverse, community that is not always easy to be
with. Nothing less is asked of me.
And Love, lived
fully, leads to the cross. Nothing less
is asked of me.
This does not
depend on who is in the White House or which party dominates the House or
It depends on my
response to God’s invitation to “Come, follow...” It depends on my response to God’s people who
It depends on
whether I give up or continue to believe that there is a light that no darkness
can overcome even when it might be but a match or the spark that arcs in sudden
freedom when two opposing forces strike.
And I depend on