She has gone to her lasting home,
And mourners went to the court;
The silver cord of her strength snapped,
The golden bowl of her resolve broke,
And the pitcher of her wisdom shattered at the spring,
And the broken pulley of her service fell into the well,
And her dust returned to the earth as it once was,
And her life breath returned to God who gave it.
We weep
We remember
We are grateful
And we thank God for her.
God channels the outflowing love of a righteous woman to nourish those who wither.
These are the truths she knows:
These are the ways she lives:
We live in two worlds simultaneously
Said the psychiatrist
The internal
And the external
We see two worlds simultaneously
Said the artist
The beautiful
And the ugly
We experience two worlds simultaneously
Said the philosopher
The good
And the evil
We struggle with two worlds simultaneously
Said the author
The one we want to remember
And the one we want to forget
We know two worlds simultaneously
Said the theologian
The already
And the not yet
We will live in two worlds
Said the Rabbi
The Olam HaZeh
And the Olam HaBa
They all agree
We – I – inhabit two worlds
But
I have a problem:
I constantly confuse
The two
Is the lesson in the sermon
Or in the helping?
Is the example in the suffering
Or in the feeding?
Is the victory in the cross
Or in the manger?
Is the divinity in the miracles
Or in the humility?
Is salvation in the belief
Or in the doubting?
I hear the yellow pop of a balloon
And the orange sizzle of bacon.
I feel the velvet night sky
And the corduroy city streets.
I taste the sweetness of my husband’s sleep
And the sharpness of my mother’s love.
I see the music of my wet skin
And the noise of my scurrying thoughts.
I smell the smoke of disappointment
And the perfume of slowly waking up.
I am at right angles
Too often
With too much
Fruits of the Spirit
Seem to rot
Before I share them
I can’t even forgive some people
Once
Much less seventy times seven
I am the fig tree
Cursed for barrenness
When the Christ wanted fruit
I am sleeping apostles
I am denying Peter
I am doubting Thomas
I am me
I travel my right angles
Looking for the hypotenuse
That will connect my wanderings
With faith’s straight line
Although I am free in regard to all,
I have made myself a slave to all
1 Cor 9:19
But what if I am not free in regard to all?
How can I then willingly make myself a slave to all?
When light skins say to dark skins
You do not deserve…
Are dark skins free to be a slave to all?
When men say to women
You are not worthy…
Are women free to be a slave to all?
When able say to disabled
You can not do enough…
Are disabled free to be a slave to all?
When rich say to poor
You have not earned enough…
Are poor free to be a slave to all?
When educated say to uneducated
You do not know enough…
Are uneducated free to be a slave to all?
When believers say to nonbelievers
You do not know God…
Are nonbelievers free to be a slave to all?
When young says to elders
You are too old…
Are elders free to be a slave to all?
When we say to the homeless
Not you…
When we say to refugees
Not you…
When we say to prisoners
Not you…
When we say to the mentally ill
Not you…
When we say to the abused and neglected
Not you…
When we say to the lonely and alone
Not you…
When we say to those we dislike
Not you…
When one says to another
Not you…
Can any I be free to be a slave to all?
Help me, Lady Wisdom
I will never be free enough
To be a slave to all
Except through your grace
Free and unbounded
Raising his eyes toward me Jesus might have said:
“Blessed are you when you feel poor and scared,
for even then the Kingdom of God is yours.
Blessed are you when you are hungry for more justice,
for that hunger is blessed and satisfying.
Blessed are you when you weep,
for weeping is as good and holy as laughter.
Blessed are you when you hate what you have done,
and when you berate yourself,
and recognize when you have done wrong
on account of your conscience.
Rejoice and leap for joy on that day!
Behold, your understanding is your reward
here and in heaven,
for your ancestors struggled
in the same way.
But woe to you when you are smug and self-satisfied,
for such feelings are their own reward.
Woe to you when you are full of your own accomplishments,
for such feelings will leave you hungry.
Woe to you when you laugh at others,
for such laughter will leave you lonely, grieving and weeping.
Woe to you when you brag and boast needlessly,
for you know that to be false pride.”
Her post
What is one thing you were taught you needed
to do or be as a woman or non-binary person
to be good or worthy or loveable?
Has haunted me
For days now
One thing…one thing
I couldn’t decide
Then I realized
It was never one thing to be
Or one thing to do
It was – always – one thing to avoid
Avoid being “not quite”
And there were millions of ways
To be not quite
Not quiet pretty enough
Not quite obedient enough
Not quite dressed right
Not quite religious enough
Not quite thin enough
Not quite lighthearted enough
Not quite small enough
Not quite careful enough
Not quite serious enough
Not quite ladylike enough
Not quite good enough
Exhausting
And not quite helpful
Incredibly, unbelievably, miraculously
All things work for good
For those whom God loves
(And her love knows no limits
Of person, time or place
Infinite love from our infinite God)
We are called according to her grace
For she foreknew everything and everyone
She predestined our salvation
She gave us her own son
That we might conform to his example
And not the expectations of this world
So that he might be the firstborn
Among all her loved children.
As she predestined our salvation
So she calls to the ears of our hearts
And as she calls to us
So she bestows her grace for justification on us
And as she and only she justifies us
So she and only she shares her glory with us
(The only glory worth having
The only lasting glory)
Now and forever
