It is obvious when you are sick that you need support. We need doctors, medicine, someone to rub our head or bring us chicken soup. When we are supported, we feel better even if we remain sick. This truth became clear while caring for my in-laws in Kansas City last week. I observed them both laughing more the longer we were together, I could see they felt more themselves as they received the support they needed.
It occurs to me that when there is a lack of needed support not only individuals flail, but systems, workers, families, neighborhoods. Can I even say police departments become unhealthy and contentious. We cannot be our best without the proper support. We are learning more than ever about what is needed in neighborhoods and emergency response across our country in the headlines. But my prayer is when the headlines go away, we continue to create healthy supportive society for all.
Routines, habits and disciplines support a sense of calm stability. While in Kansas City, all my routines are upset for the care of my in-laws. Last night, as I fell asleep my last thoughts turned to the still quiet Presence of God, I whispered, “I missed you today.”
On Sunday, I zoomed with the youth of our parish and provided space to talk about the recent protests in our city and nation. One student had participated in the protest in Winnetka. I asked what message really stood out to her and she replied, “Using white privilege to end white privilege.”
Resources for Daily Living has been offered for these many weeks to assist you in deepening in faith during this pandemic that has created so much extra time. As I said several times in my sermons, we were sin sick before the pandemic and the brutal death of George Floyd surfaces the sin of racisimagain.
Monday I got out in the garden to pull some weeds. I noticed as time went on that I was not just clearing out weeds, I was treating the weeds like an enemy. It felt cathartic to step back from my work and see the flowers freed.
Life is a mess. I remember twenty years ago, in a heart to heart moment with a seminary professor, confiding that my calling is simply born out of experiencing the mess of life and finding God in the midst of it saving me. I may not be that sophisticated a thinker, but right now the simple truth is that our world is broken by sin, and humans are frail and limited making a messy reality. I am a priest because I need God as a sinner, and as a frail and limited person, I rely on the hope peace of God that the world cannot give.
I'll often find myself holding several opposing tensions at the same time. We feel this in our cities and nation as we hold the concern for people who need to get back to work and earn a living with the virus’ cloaked freedom to infect each other. Life necessitates holding many tensions at once, challenging us as we form our thoughts, draw conclusions, and determine what is needed to do.
That we have a wide variety and large number of resurrection appearances preserved in the Gospels and Book of Acts is one of the great mercies of God.
I hope you get a chance to read through the Illuminated Resurrection Appearances or watch the video presentation of them. Viewing each mystical appearance, one after another, each as its own revelation, helps you to locate the one that speaks to you.
Doubting Thomas is one of my favorite of the appearances. The gentle way Jesus revealed himself to the traumatized disciples resonates in me. After such a brutal and ugly death His presence had to bring sweet relief. The words he chose, “Peace be with you”, would have melted their fears. His kindness and gentleness as he related to Thomas’ disbelief must have dispelled guilt and healed all their souls.
The microscopic coronavirus has put the whole world on lock down. The scale of death from it will be like a bomb dropped on each country. It is really strange to consider this tiny virus that can be destroyed with soap and water can also kill a person and bring billions of people and commerce to a near halt. A microbe is the source of the weight of uncertainty that buckles our knees. Anyone can get it, anyone can pass it to others.
If you are seeking God’s answers to yet another grief stricken moment in history, you are not alone. All of us are walking to the tomb with Mary in sorrow.
These unprecedented days of the COVID19 pandemic are disorienting for all of us. No matter your age and stage you are affected by the disorienting feelings of grief, worry, and uncertainty.
Holy Week is the most sacred time of the year for Christians. As a priest I view the liturgies of Palm/Passion Sunday, Maundy Thursday, Good Friday and Easter as the most instructive and important to our spiritual becoming. My staff and I put enormous energy into making them beautiful and meaningful year after year. This week the church will remain dark for all of them. Disorienting.