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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As You Have Trusted
Psalm 102 (Coverdale)
14For your servants
love her very rubble, * and are moved to pity even for her dust.
2 Kings 19:1-20 (CJB)
20 Then Yesha‘yahu the
son of Amotz sent this message to Hizkiyahu: “Adonai the God of Isra’el says:
‘You prayed to me against Sancheriv king of Ashur, and I have heard you.’
1 Corinthians 9:16-27 (CJB)
24 Don’t you know that
in a race all the runners compete, but only one wins the prize? So then, run to
Matthew 8:1-17 (CJB)
13 Then Yeshua said to
the officer, “Go; let it be for you as you have trusted.”
It occurred to me today that it’s likely that I’ve been
doing a bit of compartmentalizing. Since there are three readings and a psalm
in the Daily Lectionary, I usually take each one separately, (often neglecting
the Psalm) find the resonant phrase, and then write down my reflection of each
Something moved me to review some sources on the practice of
Lectio Divina, and as I was pondering the steps (reading, reflecting,
responding, and resting) they rolled over and showed me a new face. This new
face is watching me with great interest to see what I will end up writing on
this page. Let’s see….
Loving the rubble, walking in the ruins, sitting down in the
middle of the ghost town’s dusty street. Pitying the echoes from the empty
houses, the weeds growing through the cracks in the walls, the dry grass
shaking in the wind.
The prophet sends the message no matter whether we want to
hear it. The prophet is the one who says, “God has heard you.” So what does
that imply? I think this depicts the prophetic voice perfectly. Prophets hear
the voice of God, but that isn’t what makes them prophets. What makes them
prophets are the words they distill from that silent surge of understanding; the
unrelenting messages they are moved to give. They are called “prophets” by the ones
who withstand their ferocious empathy, who squirm in the glare of their
ruthless insight. I don’t think the title “prophet” is intended as a
Run to win! I’m sure that Paul is not talking about
grace, or salvation, or winning a prize reserved for only one winner. No, the
clue is in his phrase, “Run to win.” He’s not really talking about prizes at all.
He’s talking about the disciplines of practice, as an athlete would train for a
race. He’s comparing Christian practice to physical conditioning. He makes the
point very clearly that the goal is different, that the athlete’s physical conditioning
is a temporary thing for a short-term goal, but the Christian’s spiritual
conditioning is an ongoing work from an eternal perspective.
“Let it be for you as you have trusted.” Yowza!
The problem with the word “faith” is that it’s a noun. You can’t
say, “Faith me.” On the other hand, you can
say, “Believe me,” and “Trust me.” Verbs are good. Adjectives too. If you turn “faith”
into an adjective, you get “faithful,” along with some nifty synonyms like “loyal”
and “steadfast.” I think I’m onto something here.
So I’m going to go with the flow. Literally.
The sorrow of still loving something that has been destroyed, walking
through the desolate remains—
flows into flinching at the harsh significance of the message “God has
heard you” –
flows into the need to run to win even though there is no prize –
flows into letting everything be ‘as I have trusted’—
flows back around again—
to sitting in the voiceless rubble listening to mercy shaking the grass
in the wind.
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 …