LOST AND DISCONNECTED IN ISOLATION

Adrift On A Sea of Separation

Adrift On A Sea of Separation

Acts 7:55-60
© Hilary F. Marckx, all rights reserved

“Sometimes I feel like a Motherless Child…”
There is so much truth in that old Spiritual.
We are surrounded by people and
things and the chaos of life
yet many times we feel alone—
cut off,
orphaned.
Entire philosophical systems
have been built
around this phenomenon
of aloneness.
Anomie
is the term used to speak for
this sea of separation and isolation
on which many western humans
seem to aimlessly drift.
This is not solitude or singularity
but a deep and
forlorn lonesomeness
in the midst of all
that should give us a sense of connection
to the whole,
while instead we wander
lost and disconnected in isolation.
Jesus promises
that we do not need to feel
this way, that we will not be left alone
as orphans in dark exile.
There is a Friend
to walk with us in our aloneness.
There is One
who carries us through our dark times.
The Comforting Spirit of God
is among us
There is hope…

We have been invited to
ask so we can receive
and to seek so we can find,
and not to trivialize depression
and anxiety,
but we do need to look up
once in awhile
to discover
the grace around us.

WITNESS, FAITH, COURAGE

Potentiality #28

Potentiality #28

Acts 7:55-60
© Hilary F. Marckx, all rights reserved

Speaking out
in the face of injustice.
Taking a stand
for what is right,
even when it is inconvenient,
let alone dangerous.
Being a Christian,
loving the God of Jesus,
because of Jesus,
because
somewhere along the line,
something happened,
that made the whole Christian thing
real and vital and true and mind-blowing.
And whatever it was that happened
changed our lives,
saved our lives,
gave meaning to our lives,
and made us right and whole
and truly alive.
This is the easy stuff to share,
even if it still
is hard to find the right words
to share the holy and sacred meaning of our lives
because of all this.
This is,
nonetheless,
the easy part.
The part that seems most difficult
for most of us
is when we are expected,
because of our own experience,
to take a stand for justice
and speak out
for the downtrodden in the face of the oppressors
who sound so righteous and right
and make us feel so wrong
as they twist Gospel Truths,
into plausible half truths—
This is when to witness
our faith takes true courage…

And is most needed.

AND AS FOR THE SHEEP

Voices and Voices

Voices and Voices

John 10:1-10
© Hilary F. Marckx, all rights reserved

Is this reading about heaven and hell,
inclusion and exclusion,
hope and despair,
streets of gold and eternal fires,
or is it about something more
characteristic of the nature
of a loving God?
I think it is about the latter…
I believe it is about our choosing
between being comforted,
or standing on our own;
between the God of gentle courage
or the craziness of
the many voices around and within us,
filling us with a despondent noise of
gloom, woe,
and anomie.
If we can say that hell is where God is not,
then we can say that the path to hell
lies in our choices to walk on our own
to the exclusion of various
and subtle ways
God manages to send grace our way.
The voice of the stranger,
in the metaphor of this scripture,
is the voice that offers no grace,
the voice that encourages us
to forget courage,
and to close our hearts
to the audaciousness of Easter.
And, of course then,
the question is this,
to which voice will we listen?

IN EMMAUS

Sharing Food as Sacrament

Sharing Food as Sacrament

Luke 24:13-31
© Hilary F. Marckx, all rights reserved

Sitting at table and Sharing food,
swapping stories, living out our lives
and being present to each other:
this is so mundane and so every day;
this is at the heart of our Communion Table;
at the heart of how we live.
Sitting at table,
sharing the stuff of farm and garden and
life and stories and days and time and
hopes and dreams and
successes and failures and
joys and concerns
and the abounding grace surrounding us,
our tables become a sacred space—holy ground…
A table-full of
potatoes, beef, chicken, asparagus, bread,
fish, pasta, drink—
become a great banquet of blessing,
a moment of divine intervention
and healing, and a time of good will and thanksgiving.
So, we gather all our table-times,
this holiness we have shared,
to another table, in another place, at another time,
in a feast that is made more sacred
in the gathering.