Thursday, August 05, 2021
We are tired, Lord.
Weary beyond thinking about it. Weary, over praying through it. So weary: worn of words,
no glimpse of glory,
so weary, we have had enough.
We’ve no idea the road ahead, we’ve not been this route before. No way is coming clear,
enough to lose ourselves.
And the only path we easily find, is the one of least resistance.
Yet there’s energy to run, and keep running, to avoid and evade,
to distract, and deny,
to turn and to tilt… away. Can we be found, even so?
When we get there – when it’s ‘enough’, and there’s nowhere to go but there,
and nothing to have, but what we receive: shelter us from the searing sun,
shield us from the scratching wind, save us from the time of trial.
Feed us this day, the bread for tomorrow crumbs to sustain us,
morsels of grace,
a few winks of sleep, drops of refreshment, just enough.
-- Rev Dr Carolyn Kelly, University of Scotland
Saturday, September 12, 2015
Karl Barth stands up and says: “You are the totaliter aliter, the vestigious trinitatum who speaks to us in the modality of Christo-monism.”
Not prepared for Barth's brevity, Paul Tillich stumbles out: “You are he who heals our ambiguities and overcomes the split of angst and existential estrangement; you are he who speaks of the theonomous viewpoint of the analogia entis, the analogy of our being and the ground of all possibilities.”
Reinhold Niebuhr gives a cough for effect and says, in one breath: “You are the impossible possibility who brings to us, your children of light and children of darkness, the overwhelming oughtness in the midst of our fraught condition of estrangement and brokenness in the contiguity and existential anxieties of our ontological relationships.”
Finally James Cone gets up, and raises his voice: “You are my Oppressed One, my soul's shalom, the One who was, who is, and who shall be, who has never left us alone in the struggle, the event of liberation in the lives of the oppressed struggling for freedom, and whose blackness is both literal and symbolic.”
And Jesus writes in the sand, “Huh?”