Ministry in Action

Unknowing and the Work at Hand

Isaiah 40:21-31
Mark 1:35-45
© Hilary F. Marckx, all rights reserved

Walk on the wild side,
reach out and facilitate
someone’s healing today.
Who would we heal if we could?
Would they be our friends and family?
Would it be a suffering child?
A pet?
Would we reach out to a vicious killer?
Would we gift the greedy with an everlasting fullness?
How about our worst enemy?
How about the one who served out
the meaningless slight to our egos?
Who would we heal if we could?
Who would we not heal?
Can you name a person to whom you would
not offer healing?
If you were the right hand of God,
capable of all healing that is needed,
what would you do, not do,
with that power?


The Power of Compassion to Break Through

©  Rev. Hilary F. Marckx, Ph.D.
All rights reserved

I am thinking of compassion
as a harvest-able gift
A gift God grows in our hearts,
nurtures and waters—
and God, as a farmer does,
expects a crop.
We are given Compassion from God,
and it is to grow in us,
and we are to be the tools
God uses when it is time to
send it out into the world.
We are the method
God uses
to distribute compassion
to a beleaguered world.
How are we doing
on the distribution end
of God’s crop-sharing?


I live in the wine country and harvest is the goal of every spring.  Harvest is what Summer points towards.  Harvest is what winter awaits, and what makes or breaks our local economy.  We, here in Sonoma County, California, hold our collective breaths until after the “Crush” and we know whether our gamble with the weather and our growing season paid of or not.  Harvest is huge here!

I wonder what God thinks of our angst about the harvest?  I actually believe God understands.  This God who places such value on the diversity of creation, and such hope towards  a resultant unity between that diversity and God’s Self, is a God whom I believe understands.  God’s hope for Creation is mirrored in our hope for a good harvest.  As the hope for the crops of Sonoma County are harvested in an abundance of joy and blessing, so the diversity of God’s Creation’s is harvested in a unity of all being.  I believe that compassion is born of this hope for the unity of all in Creation, and is echoed in our dreams for good and joyful lives.  We want to pass the good we have on to all.

Compassion, then, is born of a dream for all to be whole and healthy and the recognition that we can aid in that process.  The question we must answer is, How will we participate in that process?