At McCarthy Cove,
light blue sky, late sun on rocks -
a smile in the sky.
God of justice, God of love,
in your endless effort to
mean all things for good,
time after time you nudge us
toward acceptance and forgiveness.
From earth to heaven,
from east to west,
from now to everlasting,
your steadfast love abides.
If only we could mold our brief lives
around the mercy and grace
in which we live.
Old family bible,
worn pages, torn cover, but -
Duck tape makes it new!
It was/is my dad's old leather-bound RSV, probably 70+ years old. And it's not like the pages were all coming out or messed up - just the front cover had come off. Still, I had to take a moment of remembrance before I slapped a piece of silver tape on it!
God, I'm confused.
Jesus said if 2 of us agree
it would happen - but it hasn't.
Either Jesus mis-spoke,
or Matthew mis-heard,
or I mis-understood.
Thinking about it all,
I am sure there have been many things I have said
that haven't been clear
or haven't been really meant.
Let this month/week/day be the beginning of months/weeks/days between us
as we try afresh to speak and hear and understand.
God from here to there
and everywhere in-between -
we are standing, living, on Holy Ground.
It was and is holy to the Canaanites and to the Jebusites and to the Israelites and to the Palestinians.
It was and is holy to the Anishinabeg and to the Jesuit explorers and to the voyaguers and to the settlers.
It was and is holy to Ukrainians and Russians and Iranians and Canadians and Haitians and Venezuelans and on and on, on and on.
I believe you led us to this land to live together in peace with those who were here already and those who are still coming,
by letting our love be genuine,
by breaking bread with would-be enemies,
by sharing our water, drinking together,
and by taking thought for what is noble in the sight of all.
I don't believe we have done this;
I don't know if I even believe anymore that we could.
But I go to bed tonight hoping and praying that (with your help) we will.
I even hesitate to put that "with your help" in. God has helped us, God has shown us the way, now it's on us - just do it!
At McCarthy Cove, light blue sky, late sun on rocks - a smile in the sky.