Eve

They call me mother of all
They say I am the first woman
And so I am…

The first to be treated as though
I am just a part and not the whole.

The first to hear, This is all your fault.
The first to stay faithful to my husband
Though he blamed me for his mistakes
Though we wandered in exile.

The first to rise from childbirth
To help my husband in the fields.

The first to bury a son killed by his brother.

The first to have her heart broken
Not once
But again and again
And still go on
Loving
Even so.

A Woman’s Imagery for Isaiah 25:6-10a

On this welcoming table our Wisdom God of divine love
will provide for all peoples
a feast of rich food and choice wines,
juicy, rich food and pure, choice wines.
On this table She will have no poison, no spoiled food
that sickens all peoples.
At this table she will have no privileged men
hoarding the feast, spreading their self-righteousness
like an evil web entrapping all.
She will destroy death and death-dealers forever.
Wisdom will wipe away
the tears from all faces.
The reproach of Her people She will remove
from the whole earth; for Wisdom God has spoken.

On that day it will be said:
“Behold our God, to whom we looked to save us!
This is Wisdom for whom we looked;
let us rejoice and be glad that She has saved us!”
For our generous God will welcome all to Her table.

Keturah

Keturah bore Abraham six sons: Zimran, Jokshan, Medan, Midian, Ishbak, and Shuah. Genesis and First Chronicles also list seven of her grandsons (Sheba, Dedan, Ephah, Epher, Enoch, Abida, and Eldaah). Keturah’s sons were said to have represented the Arab tribes who lived south and east of Palestine (Genesis 25:1-6 & 1 Chronicles 1:32-33)

I don’t mind so much
That you don’t know me.
But I wish you knew
My beautiful sons.

Zimran was strong and proud.
His father’s eyes shone when he looked at Zimran.

Jokshan adored his older brother.
But he got tired of hearing about the great Isaac.

Medan wanted to be just like Zimran and Jokshan.
He walked early and was soon running.

Midian was so handsome.
It didn’t take long for the girls to be interested.

Ishbak was always in trouble.
What an imp he was!

Shuah was my baby.
How he hated to be called my baby.

Fine boys all
Fine fathers all
Forgotten all

A Meditation on Matthew 8:5-11

I imagined saying to Jesus, “Healer, the men in Rome lie paralyzed and your church suffers greatly.”

And Jesus said, “I will come and heal my church.”

I responded, “Lord, they are not worthy to have you come within their ornate churches. For they have silenced, abused and excluded many. But I am a mother, Lord, like our Mother God, and I know what it is to be disappointed in your children and still love them. For myself, I would ask you to send a Sampson to bring it all down about their heads. But I know your Mother-love is wiser than my hate.”

Jesus answered, “Who then would you have me send?”

And I replied, “Lord, all around me I see strong women of deep faith. They cry out in your name but the men of Rome refuse to listen. Send them, Lord, to heal your church. For with you, Lord, with their faith in our Mother God, with their compassion for the abused and excluded, with their love for your church, with you, Lord, they can heal your church. Here they are, Lord, faithful and strong but silenced and hurting. Send them, Lord, and go with them.”

And Jesus replied, “I see them. I know them. On all the altars of all those ornate churches, in all the fine robes and raised golden cups, I do not see such faith, such strength and persistence. Like the widow before the unjust judge, they do not cease to cry out for justice. You need to understand, our Mother God and I have sent them, I am with them.”

“I tell you, many who were abused and silenced, many who were excluded and cast out, will sit with me at the banquet of our God with Sarah, Hagar and Keturah, Rebecca, Leah and Rachel, Miriam, Deborah and Ruth, with my mother Mary and Mary Magdala, with all my beloved women, with the abused and the ignored. And the men of Rome shall see the wisdom and the honor of women. And the men of Rome will weep and gnash their teeth and tear their fine vestments. Their eyes will be opened and they will see their folly.”

And Jesus said to me, “Until then, daughter, find comfort and strength in each other and in our Mother God.”

Finding God

When I was young
I searched for God
In church
In catechisms
In rosaries and holy water
In Latin and liturgy.

When I was older
I thought I found God
In yoga
In philosophies
In wildernesses
In mystics and mysteries.

Now
I am content to see God
In my backyard
As I look out the kitchen window
While I wash dishes
In warm water.

Based on Revelation 1: 5-8

Jesus Christ is the faithful witness,
the firstborn of the dead
and ruler of the sovereigns of the earth.
To him who loves us,
who showed us love’s conquering power over sin,
who has made us into a kingdom,
priests for our God who is Mother and Father,
to him be glory and power forever and ever. Amen.

Behold, God is coming amid the clouds,
and every eye will see God,
even those who pierced God’s heart
by abusing and silencing those God loves.
All the peoples of the earth will lament with God.
Yes. Amen.

“I am the Alpha and the Omega,” says our Sovereign God,
“the one who is and who was and who is to come, the almighty.”

Based on Luke 19: 41-44

I prayed and I imagined that as Jesus drew near Rome, he saw the city and wept over it, saying,
“If this day you only knew what makes for justice– but now it is hidden from your eyes.
For the days are coming upon you when those you abused, those you cast out, those you silenced
will raise a palisade against you; they will encircle you and hem you in on all sides.
They will smash you to the ground and your privileged within you,
and they will not leave one stone upon another within you
because you did not recognize the time of My visitation.
You refused to listen,
you refused to change,
you refused My grace,
preferring your own privilege.”

A Sonnet on the Ceaseless Hum

Oh the ceaseless hum, the susurrus song
Of the world that lives only in my head
How I envy those who live in silence
And have that deep quiet for which I long

What do they hear, I ask with jealousy
As my private murmuring thoughts persist
What do I miss, I worry, every day
As insistent words fill my fantasy

If God is found in silence, I am lost
Forever doomed to my own noisy hell
Meditation, contemplation mere words
Like jetsam overthrown and tempest tossed

Stop it! Give up this popular belief
By words I calm my storms and feel relief

Based on Readings for 17 November 2018

From 3 John 5-8
Beloved, let us be faithful in all we do for our sisters and brothers,
especially for the abused, the silenced, the outcast,
And those who are strangers in a strange land;
that they may experience our love.
Please help them in a way worthy of God to continue their journey.
For they have set out for the sake of the Name
Of our God of Justice and Wisdom
and are receiving nothing from the abusers and deceivers,
From the arrogant and privileged.
Therefore, we ought to support such persons,
so that we may be co-workers in the truth of our God of love.

From Luke 18: 1-8
Jesus told his disciples a parable
about the necessity for them to pray always without becoming weary.
Jesus said, “There was a judge in a certain town
who neither feared God nor respected any human being.
And a widow in that town used to come to him and say,
‘Render a just decision for me against my adversary.’
For a long time the judge was unwilling, but eventually he thought,
‘While it is true that I neither fear God nor respect any human being,
because this widow keeps bothering me
I shall deliver a just decision for her
lest she finally come and strike me.'”

What might we learn from this parable?
Here’s how we can understand
What God’s chosen one said about this parable:
Pay attention to what the dishonest judge says.
If even a dishonest judge yields to persistent demands for justice,
How much more surely and swiftly
Will God secure the rights of Her loved ones
Who have been abused, silenced, cast out and denied justice.
The injustices done to them call out to God day and night.
Will God not answer them?
I tell you, God will see to it that justice is done for them surely.
But when God looks to us,
Will She find that we were persistent
In our faith and cooperation with those who seek justice here on earth?”

On Reading Luke 17: 11-19

Ten lepers
Scabrous, diseased, disgusting
More than dirty – unclean
Cried to a holy man
“Yeshua, Rabbi!
Have pity on us”
Not on me
But on us
Have pity.

And this Yeshua
What did he do?
He sent them away
Go, he said
I am not a priest, he said
Get thee to a priest.

And they went
All ten of them
To find a priest
Though what good they expected
Of that
Is not clear to us
Or, probably, likely
To them.

But as they went
His pity found them
Sores disappeared
Ugliness was no more
They were still dirty
But no longer unclean.

Ten lepers cried for mercy
Ten lepers went to seek a priest
Ten lepers were healed.

One leper returned
Only one
And he
(Do we know for sure he
Could it have been she?)
This leper, he or she
Was less than leper
A foreigner
Stranger in a strange land.

This leper
Recognizing whence the healing
Returned
Praising the God of the Jews
And thanking Yeshua.

Ten lepers
Receiving his pity
Were healed.

One leper
Receiving his grace
Was saved.

So we are told.

Were the nine satisfied?
Happy?
Was life, whole and healed
Enough
Without eternity?

We are not told.