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.