The Waystead is a Hermitage of the Lindisfarne Community, established with the intent to foster the love of God in the world. My resolve is to follow the Way of the One in Whom we live and move and have our Being.
I trust that by thoughtfully founding, and steadfastly keeping, a dwelling place and setting it apart as a place of prayer, reflection, and contemplation, I will be able to hold onto that resolve.
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A Drift of Pinions
NRSV: 1Then the Lord
answered Job out of the whirlwind:
2 Who is this that
darkens counsel by words without knowledge?
CJB: 1 Then Adonai
answered Iyov out of the storm:
2 “Who is this,
darkening my plans with his ignorant words?
NRSV: 4 Where were you
when I laid the foundation of the Earth?
Tell me, if you have understanding.
CJB: 4 “Where were you
when I founded the earth?
Tell me, if you know
NRSV: (2)……a Son, whom he appointed
heir of all things, through whom he also created the worlds. 3He is the
reflection of Gods glory and the exact imprint of Gods very being,…..
CJB: ….his Son, to whom he
has given ownership of everything and through whom he created the
universe.3 This Son is the radiance of
the Sh’khinah, the very expression of God’s essence,
In the beginning, Lord,
you founded the earth,
and the heavens are the work of your hands;
11 they will perish,
but you remain;
they will all wear out like clothing;
12 like a cloak you
will roll them up,
and like clothing they will be changed.
But you are the same,
and your years will never end.
CJB: 10 and,
“In the beginning,
you laid the
foundations of the earth;
heaven is the work of
11 They will vanish,
but you will remain;
like clothing, they
will all grow old;
12 and you will fold
them up like a coat.
Yes, they will be
changed like clothing,
but you remain the
your years will never
St Michael and All Angels; September 29th
Job has been my favorite book of the Old Testament since
I was a little girl and unchurched.
I think it was because my father loved it, and he would read
Chapter 38 from the King James Bible in a resonant voice:
19 Where is the way
where light dwelleth? and as for darkness, where is the place thereof,
20 That thou shouldest
take it to the bound thereof, and that thou shouldest know the paths to the
He would read the whole chapter out loud just for the joy of it, and tell me that the King
James Bible had the most beautiful language of all. I read Shakespeare as a
teenager as well, and I think perhaps my love of language was born between the
This love arose out of the tingling shiver that I felt
sometimes, hearing superb and evocative language. Words could bring me to
tears, or make me feel like dancing, or sometimes even as if I could fly. This
love was the compelling force that made me begin to write, first poetry and
then essays and reflections.
As far as the angels go, I never thought much about the
angels until I became a police officer and found out that St. Michael was our
patron saint. My only other exposure to a developed concept of what an angel
might be was in reading C.S. Lewis’s description of an Oyarsa, which were the
tutelary angels of planetary bodies in his science fiction series.
“The nineteenth century poet Francis Thompson speaks
of our blindness to angelic presences, asserting that the Kingdom of God is not
distant from us in a strange far away realm, (Malacandra or Perelandra?) but is
as close as our breathing. The movement of angels’ wings, “the drift of
pinions,” we so long to hear are right alongside us, but we cannot hear the
sound because we have our doors shut so tight against the supernatural. The
guardian angels have not forsaken us, they keep their ancient divinely
appointed places. The Psalmist speaks of angels protecting us from striking our
foot against a stone (91.12). Here Thompson depicts a scene of stumbling a
little, turning over a stone in the path , and the angels lurching forward
their wings outspread protectingly. The fault lies with us; it is our
estrangement from the holy, that causes is time and time again to “miss the
many splendored thing (“The Kingdom of God”).”
Lectionaries are funny things— weird, abstruse little lists
of biblical passages by number, sort of like tide tables or bus schedules. Today’s
Lectionary passages (for 3-9-2018, the week of the third Sunday in Lent) are:
Psalm 88; Genesis 47:1-26; 1 Corinthians 9:16-27; and Mark 6:47-56 About a month ago I posted a reflection in response to
Abbess Jane’s Lectionary Musings blog on the same passage from Corinthians as the
one listed for today in the Daily Office Readings Lectionary (BCP). That was
supposed to be the reading for the 6th Sunday of Epiphany, according
to +Jane, but I just can’t find it anywhere. I looked up Epiphany 6 in both the
Daily Office Lectionary and the Revised Common Lectionary—not there. It’s not
the reading from the Lindisfarne Community’s A Way of Living Lectionary for
either Year 1 or 2 either. Oh well. I was never the sort of autist who is fascinated by such
things as bus schedules. I am much more inclined to be enthralled by maps. I
wonder if I could make a L…
On Sunday the Psalm was the famous 23rd.
I’ve heard it so many times that I never expected anything new to come
wandering across the border from that hinterland, but there ya go. So, the
liminal phrase is this: “Your rod and your staff they comfort me,” or as
the CJB says, “your rod and staff reassure me.” I got to thinking, “Well, just exactly how does a shepherd
use a staff and a rod?” The staff is used to guide the sheep and to catch them.
Traditional staffs used in the UK have horn crooks with a sharp curled tip,
which I suspect is designed to catch in the fleece. The rod was essentially a
club used to defend against predators, but also as a goad to correct the sheep.
I’ve never really identified with the sheep; I mean they are
really not very smart and don’t have much of a survival instinct. I also have
misgivings about identifying myself as the shepherd of the sheep. So, I asked
myself, “What other role might I fill in the whole sheep-shepherd metaphor?”
and it came to me: Shee…
1 Corinthians 13:1-13 Complete Jewish Bible (CJB) 4 Love is patient and kind, not jealous, not boastful, 5 not proud, rude or selfish, not easily angered,
and it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not gloat over other people’s sins
but takes its delight in the truth. 7 Love always bears up, always trusts,
always hopes, always endures.
I’ve read this over about five times now, and it keeps on
growing in my mind. The above is only a part of the verse cited, but it’s the
part that kept reaching out and poking me. It’s the part that I felt was
reading me; the part that was peering
into my heart to see what is going on in there. It’s the part that sat down in
front of me with a questioning look on its face, put its chin in its hand, and
looked at me without saying anything. And kept on looking. Eventually I started noticing specific things; I started trying
to see what the verse was looking at in me. I noticed that it started out by
talking about what love is; then what it isn’t; then back …