You ever sing the blues?ever play the blues?Once I found myself on stageplaying the blues12 bars later, I was losttransported beyond myself bymusical catharsis***the bluesdown in the dumpsfeeling low downdepressionthe bluesa state or spell of low spiritsdown-hearted-ness***out of the depthsI cry to you, O Lorddown in the dumps, I cryfeeling low down, I crysinging the blues, I cry to you, O Lordout of my depths I cryand in my depths, I know you hear***speaking, or singing, my bluesgiving voice to my criesallows space for my own identityto be transported beyond the bluesallows space within my selfwithin my very selffor my self to recognize that God is presentfor me to enter into divine embrace***though speaking, sharing, singingdoes not magically, or immediatelyor necessarilyautomatically change my realitystill I cry outtrusting that God,who has passed through through the gates of Hellabout as low down as you can gettrusting that God, in our crying outin our blues lamentationtrusting that in our crying out to our Godwe are ourselves invited intothe presence of the divineand we allow ourselvesto expect to betransported beyond the blues, beyondour lamentation, beyondour selvesand into the promise ofthe presence ofdivine redemption
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
During this season of Lent, I'm writing reflections based on the psalm assigned for each Sunday by the Revised Common Lectionary (look it up, if you want), and sharing those with the congregation I serve when we gather for Evening Prayer on Wednesday evenings. This reflection is from April 9, week five, and is based on Psalm 130
Thursday, April 3, 2014
During this season of Lent, I'm writing reflections based on the psalm assigned for each Sunday by the Revised Common Lectionary (look it up, if you want), and sharing those with the congregation I serve when we gather for Evening Prayer on Wednesday evenings. This reflection is from April 2, week four, and is based on Psalm 23
we’re so far removed,most of us,from sheep and shepherdsthe Lord may as well be myblacksmith, or mytentmakerpeople still do those thingsbut they’re not so ubiquitous as they once weretentmakers & blacksmiths & shepherds are,you may be awareno longer part of everyday life***
but though we may not know shepherdsor tentmakers or blacksmithswe all know shadowswe all know deathwhat scares you?spiders, or snakesschool …or graduation?valleyswhat keeps you up at night?taxes? rent? grades?shadowwhat twists you up deep inside?divorce? unemployment?life-sapping illness?(your own, or a beloved’s)death***
it may not be today,but we live in the promisethat we’re not so far removedfrom the shepherdthat we’re not so far removedfrom the table prepared for uswe live with hope in the promisethat our soul will be grantedrespiterestreposerefreshmentrenewalthat we will be led besideand are not so far removed fromstill waterthat we are led besideand not so far removed fromthe living water springing up to eternal lifeThanks be to God.