“I came to bring fire to the earth, and how I wish it were already kindled! I have a baptism with which to be baptized, and what stress I am under until it is completed!” – Luke 12:49-50
I do not see the flames alight and sweeping through the trees, charcoaling the grasses, clouding out the sun.
I hear their crackling roar in your frustrated voice, creaking with impatience, choking on anticipated smoke.
I do not see the water beckoning you forward, at once inviting and malignant, that will close above your crown.
I see the falling water, Jesus, streaking in the ever-present dust its path from eye to lips: the tracing of your tears.
A poem/prayer based on Luke 12:49-56, the Revised Common Lectionary Gospel Reading for Year C, Proper 15 (20).
“Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.” – Hebrews 11:1
Oh, for a mechanical God, a God who spins when I pull down the lever, a God who chimes when I haul on the rope, a God whose actions I’d predict infallibly each day.
Oh, for a magical God, a God invoked by sound and tone, a God directed by desire, a God to do my will infallibly each day.
Oh, for a predictable God, a God whose rulings I affirm, a God whose justice I approve, a God whose mercy I… receive infallibly each day.
Ah, but an uncontrollable God, a God creating in profusion, a God with greater grace than mine, this God I humbly worship… quite fallibly… each day.
A poem/prayer based on Hebrews 11:1-3, 8-16, the Revised Common Lectionary Gospel Reading for Year C, Proper 14 (19).
“Someone in the crowd said to him, ‘Teacher, tell my brother to divide the family inheritance with me.’ But he said to him, ‘Friend, who set me to be a judge or arbitrator over you?'” – Luke 12:13-14
Greedy? Never! Jesus, you misunderstand! Of course I come to you for aid in seeking justice for myself (and for my sisters, too, of course, which goes without my even mentioning their needs to you). You are a Teacher, you a specialist in Law, in virtue, and in righteousness. Who better to give me advice, or (better) act for me in dealing with my brother, or declaring in my favor (that would be the best).
But greedy? No! Oh, Jesus, you are just so wrong. It’s just the justice of the thing. I did as much (and more, much more) than he, my older brother, did. We both were active on the land, but he, it must be said, just doesn’t have the feel for farming, doesn’t have the skill to know which crops to plant and plants to tend. Left solely in his hands, our patrimony withers on the vine. (Why yes, there’s grapes upon the land. How did you know?)
And – quietly into your ear, O Teacher of the Law, he hasn’t really been the best of men. He stays up late. Well, I do, too, but I still rise before the dawn and he comes stumbling out just as the sunbeams gleam. It’s not a major difference, sure, but which of us should have the double portion, would you say? The one born first, or me, the one who’s first to greet the day?
So Jesus, I don’t need a lecture on the sin of greed, nor echoes of another ancient Teacher (“the things you have prepared, whose will they be?”) when I’m arguing quite clearly and with concrete proofs my brother, though he’s mostly fine, is not equipped to fairly manage this estate, and I, in humble duty, must step forward, and in justice, ask you to decide for me.
What are you saying now?
Didn’t I tell you I do not need to hear a story about greed?
A poem/prayer based on Luke 12:13-21, the Revised Common Lectionary Gospel Reading for Year C, Proper 13 (18).
“For everyone who asks receives, and everyone who searches finds, and for everyone who knocks, the door will be opened.” – Luke 11:10
I’m knocking, Jesus. I can’t say the door is opening. I can’t say my search is finding anything. I can’t say my asking is receiving very much at all.
But…
I can hear you knocking, Jesus. I wonder if your asking is receiving very much from me? I wonder if your search is finding anything from me? I wonder if my heart’s door is opening to you?
Knock, knock.
A poem/prayer based on Luke 11:1-13, the Revised Common Lectionary Gospel Reading for Year C, Proper 12 (17).
“[Martha] had a sister named Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet and listened to what he was saying.” – Luke 10:38-42
I’m listening, Jesus. Can’t you hear me listening?
I’m listening while I’m working. See how hard I’m working. All alone I’m working. Don’t you care? I’m working.
And I’m listening while I’m working. Have no fear about that, now. I’m listening.
I’m working because there’s work. So much need, so much work. Who else is working? Don’t you care I’m working?
Still listening; still working. Don’t worry about listening. I am listening.
The needs, they keep shifting. Some things I’ve done aren’t working. I’ll try something new. Don’t you care to share something new?
Let me get this done while I’m listening. Speak your peace, Jesus. I’m listening.
Yes, I’m listening, Jesus.
Can’t you hear me listening?
A poem/prayer based on Luke 10:38-42, the Revised Common Lectionary Gospel Reading for Year C, Proper 11 (16).
The story of Mary and Martha has often been used to praise contemplative spirituality and criticize engagement with others. I think that’s a misleading reading. Jesus commented on Martha’s worry and distraction, not her activity. What distinguished the two women was that Mary listened. Someone with a spirituality of involvement can be an active listener to Jesus, and a contemplative can certainly listen to self rather than to Christ.
The photo is of a fresco depicting Mary, Martha, and Jesus in Martha’s house. The fresco is in the St. Lazarus Roman Catholic Church in al-Eizariah (Biblical Bethany). Photo by Fallaner – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=72990656.
“Now by chance a priest was going down that road; and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side. So likewise a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side.” – Luke 10:31-32
They had reasons, I’m sure, to take the other side. I can’t imagine all the obligations they’d have had, of family and church and ordinary daily life. They had their reasons, yes, I’m sure.
Did their reasons reassure a dying man?
Do I have reasons? Yes, I have, commitments overwhelming. I try to think “strategically,” to “choose my battles,” “save the energy for when it’s needed,” “take my rest.” I have my reasons in their legions.
Do my reasons reassure a threatened woman?
Do we have our reasons? Yes, we have. Resources are not infinite by any means. What this one gets, another one does not. Dare we deprive another for the needs of one? We have more reasons than responses.
Do our reasons reassure a grieving child?
Do we have our reasons? Yes, of all the things we call our own, we cling to reasons – even more than gold or power or privilege or guns. We have our reasons and we will not let them go.
Do our reasons satisfy the One whose love embraces dying souls?
A poem/prayer based on Luke 10:25-37, the Revised Common Lectionary Gospel Reading for Year C, Proper 10 (15).
“When the days drew near for him to be taken up, he set his face to go to Jerusalem.” – Luke 9:51
“Jesus, that was rude.”
“No kidding. Not an open door in sight.”
“And just because we’re headed for Jerusalem.”
“These Samaritans are jerks.”
“Yeah. They’re jerks.”
“Hey, Jesus! Remember when Elijah called for fire from heaven?”
“Or when God rained destruction down on Sodom and Gomorrah?”
“They failed to welcome angels there, you know, just like this village failed to welcome us.”
“Yeah! Jesus! Let’s call fire down from heaven! That’ll teach them!”
“What’s that he said?”
“He said, ‘No.'”
“I heard that part. What did he mutter after that?”
“A prayer, I think?”
“I heard, ‘How long, O Lord?’ before his mutter got too soft to hear.”
“Oh, look! Here comes someone to join our merry band.”
“Jesus will make him feel at home, I’m sure.”
“Oh. No. He didn’t, did he?”
“What did he say this time?”
“Something about foxes having better beds than he does.”
“Well. That’s true, I’ve got to say. My pillows have been awfully hard of late.”
“Truth in advertising doesn’t sell, now, does it?”
“Well, here is someone else. Jesus told him, ‘Follow me.” That’s better, isn’t it?”
“Oh, wait. He wants to bury his father first.”
“Now what did Jesus say?”
“‘Let the dead bury their own dead.'”
“Ooo. Harsh, Jesus, harsh.”
“I don’t think he’s coming back do you?”
“And here’s one more. He wants to tell his family goodbye.”
“Oh, no. What did Jesus say this time?”
“‘No one who puts a hand to the plow and looks back will do.'”
“Well, that’s true. You get really crazy furrows if you plow while looking back.”
“But this is crazy! We’re supposed to be inspiring a movement! We’re supposed to be gathering a coalition! We’re supposed to be organizing a community!”
“Are we? Or does Jesus have another thing in mind?”
“I’ll ask him. Jesus! Where are we supposed to be going?”
“Did you hear him?”
“Not that well. What did he say?”
“‘This way.'”
A conversational poem/prayer based on Luke 9:51-62, the Revised Common Lectionary Gospel Reading for Year C, Proper 8 (13).
The image is Il allait par les villages en route pour Jérusalem (He Went Through the Villages on the Way to Jerusalem) by James Tissot (btwn 1886 and 1894) – Online Collection of Brooklyn Museum; Photo: Brooklyn Museum, 2006, 00.159.157_PS1.jpg, Public Domain, found on Wikipedia Commons.
Then [Elijah] lay down under the broom tree and fell asleep. Suddenly an angel touched him and said to him, “Get up and eat.” He looked, and there at his head was a cake baked on hot stones, and a jar of water. He ate and drank, and lay down again. – 1 Kings 19:-6
I know just what you will say, LORD. “What are you doing here?” you’ll ask. Oh, I will have an answer, which will not be any good as an excuse.
Still I climb the mountain, seeking you, though you have never been so far before amidst the labors and travails and trials. Still now, yes now, I journey and I climb.
I’ll tell you I was running to you, and we neither of us will be much deceived. I’ll tell you I’m the only one, and yes, I know as well as you the truth of that.
Amidst the carnage of the wind I’ll stand, amidst the terror of the quaking earth the same, against the roaring of the flames I’ll bare my face, then hide it from you when your stillness comes.
How pointless is my journey and my climb! I know full well the words I’ll hear: “What are you doing here?” And I will have no answer but to whine, and sigh, and wait for what come next:
Your next assignment, roles familiar: enlist new friends and colleagues to the work of justice-making, faith-inspiring, community-building, righteousness-living.
You’ll send me back and chide me that I thought I was alone, as there were not countless people who, in their imperfect way live humble, faithful, righteous lives.
But God, when I am humbled by your so appropriate rebuke, I’ll cling to this remembrance as I turn the journey from the mountain and am homeward bound:
When I was running needlessly and weary beyond thought or strength, you came to me. Just like the angel fed Elijah when he fled, you gave me comfort, solace, rest,
Before you pushed me down the mount again.
A poem/prayer based on 1 Kings 19:1-15a, the Revised Common Lectionary Alternate First Reading for Year C, Proper 7 (12).
“…Suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not disappoint us…” – Romans 5:3-5
So much suffering to endure world-wounding, nation-spanning, wailing, weeping, crashing, crushing.
Not all survive what they endure, bodies-bloodying, soul-searing, no comfort, no healing.
Some endure but suffer still, character assassinated, spirit speared, throat raw from silent shouts.
Character survives but hope? Not always. Heart-hurt, future-foundered. What to expect but what we’ve known?
But hope does not disappoint even if suffering, endurance, and character all fail, as they do.
Hope does not disappoint. It has been fulfilled. We suffer and endure, and we are not alone. There is a balm in Gilead. It heals the shattered soul.
A poem/prayer based on Romans 5:1-5, the Revised Common Lectionary Second Reading for Year C, Trinity Sunday.
The image is Saint Paul Writing His Epistles by Valentin de Boulogne (one of my favorite artistic depictions of the Apostle) – Blaffer Foundation Collection, Houston, TX, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=596565.
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