20 March, 2009
17 March, 2009
- I was the eldest, after all....tanned fannies.
I recall being "drug" to the open gate in the backyard where there used to be chicks and ducklings in an enclosure...yanno, the ones we had to have for easter?
- I was the eldest, after all...tanned fannies.
I recall being "drug" into the garage where Dads tools were scattered about and an unfinished "go-cart" lay in pieces. He could not put the Crown Vic in the garage!
- That damn near ended in a fist fight.
I recall being drug out of bed on a fine, hot July morning after a long night with Timothy O'Brien....driving the empty canyon roads drinking whiskey.
- Dad was way too pissed......Mom drug us out into the yard, under the apples and elms and pointed the way to the lawnmower and the edge-trimmer, the rakes and....and the stink and the noise!
She said only this:
"If you are going to drink like an adult....you have to take responsibility like an adult."
THEN....beloved, I recall being "drug" out of bed, or out of the office, or off the factory floor to answer the dreaded phone when death came to call. First in 1988, another in 1991, then 1997, then 2005, two in 2007, grief became familiar.
Death stalks us all....and wins, for a short breath in Kronos time. And then beloved, God's will and promise calls us home.
And then and there, we must choose.
The promise of God intervenes and we all stand on a bright and distant shore........in a quickening sunrise...and the songs that once resonated in our youthful hearts rise again to sing the unsullied songs of promise and of Spring.
There..... there on a sweet grass knoll, soft breezes blow under a spreading oak, or stately elm, or fig, or rowan, or birch, or larch....There sits the figure of our brother, our Lord, our Saviour...the word of God manifest into flesh: Jesus the Christ.
His arms are open wide, wounded hands beckoning, his eye glistening with welcoming tears.
What will you do? Oh yes, "...and a river run's through it."
15 March, 2009
And sometimes, if flows hot and salty from our eyes in the form of tears. We experience pain and grief. Death comes unbidden, sometimes unexpected and we grieve. Separation from God, from a beloved human, from the core of one's own being...a soul wrenching, heart rending tearing apart of relationship burns deep...and we weep!
"O God, give me of Thy wisdom,
- The Celtic Vision, ed.~ Esther de Waal
- How did that midday, public interaction conclude? The Samaritan woman was thirsty for water...the water of life. She could use it to fix food, to cleanse herself and to slake her thirst. Her physical being thirsted for water, for fulfillment, for completion. What was manifest in her physical was a deeper longing in her spirit. Her spiritual being also thirsted for completion.
Let me say that again... Her spiritual being thirsted for completion.