Sunday’s Scripture ~ Matthew 13:7, 22
Yesterday I had the opportunity to gather with a small group of fellow clergy in the Orlando area to discern and brainstorm and craft liturgy for some of our Annual Conference worship services.
(For folks reading this that are not familiar with Annual Conference – it is the annual gathering of United Methodist clergy and lay persons across the Florida Conference, which spans from Key West to the time change line west of Tallahassee, to do the work of the church. We have plenary business and voting sessions that are punctuated, enhanced, grounded, interpreted, and appreciated through the worship services that precede and follow them.)
Our over-arching desire yesterday was to have the liturgy truly be the work of the people. Often in liturgy the leader or the one provides a bulk of the speaking and naming of what we are celebrating or offering petitions for while the people or the all have brief admissions. We want to flip that as much as we can – so the people – the all – have a greater presence in leading the liturgy.
Once we established this structure our focus shifted to the subjects of the liturgy. Quite simply, we ain’t finished yet. (Pretty confident we will refrain from using the word ain’t in the liturgy, but I find it fitting presently.) As Christians, as United Methodists, we are constantly becoming. As John Wesley would say, we are going onto perfection. We are not there yet. We are unfinished. We are imperfect. But through God’s grace, leading, and provision each day we are working out our salvation to reclaim the image of God in which we were created.
We paused to draw images into our mind that illustrate our unfinished state:
- Access to quality healthcare and education
- Struggles with conflict resolution and peace making
- Judgment, prejudice, and hate
- Premeditated acts of evil instead of intentional acts of kindness
Our meeting dismissed with each of the team member’s receiving our writing assignments and setting dates of when we would regather.
Our meeting dismissed an hour before the bombs exploded at and near the Boston Marathon finish line.
I drove home to check on one of my four-legged-children that did not have a very good weekend – she ate something she should not have eaten! – and shortly thereafter received a call from a friend of mine asking if I had heard from another friend who was attending the Boston Marathon as the cheerleading section for a runner. I said no…and immediately my heart sank. What had happened? Bombings, he said.
Like a moth to the flame I watched the news coverage from afternoon till late night. I waited anxiously to hear from my friend Sarah. She texted around 11pm that she was home and all in her party were safe. She was shaken but okay.
I give God incredible thanks for her protection and cry out in raging anguish for those who were injured and lost their lives in this senseless act of violence. I have the utmost respect for the first responders and runners that headed into rather than away from the smoke. God bless you and keep you always.
It is sadly ironic that hours before the liturgy team was brainstorming specific examples of where we, as an unfinished people, are still in need of God’s grace…and this horrific example came barreling towards us…
My God, we are unfinished. When will we as a species acknowledge the unfinished-ness and brokenness and instead of amplifying it act in such a way to heal it? When will we say “NO!” to the bombings and massacres and violence and hate? When will we truly come alongside the persons who think and scheme and enact these horrors so that they can be healed, we can be healed, and then these evils won’t happen again? When will the systemic evil be transformed?
My God, I confess to you that I am in the thorns this week. I am struggling to grow in faith and trust of your word alongside tragic events that seek to choke out my joy. Lord I recognize that the thorns must grow up alongside healthy seeds because if we remove one we will surely damage the other. I am unsatisfied with this reality because it appears that the thorns are winning. With each act of violence and hate and apathy to change or heal the first two, it seems like the thorns are the victor. In these dark and thorny spaces, God of goodness and God of light, assure me that though sorrow may last for the night joy comes in the morning. Your joy is coming. Your goodness will prevail. Strengthen me to be an instrument of your will and a bringer of your peace. Deliver me – deliver us – from the thorns.
Prayer: “Can you hear the voice of the children softly pleading for silence in their shattered world? Angry guns preach a gospel full of hate, blood of the innocent on their hands. Crying Jesus, ‘Help me to feel the sun again upon my face? For when darkness clears, I know you’re near, bringing peace again.'”* Merciful God, hear this the prayer of the children and the agonizing confession that we have failed…as evidenced by our offering this prayer yet again. Lord have mercy. Christ have mercy. Bring your peace. Amen.
*from The Prayer of the Children by Kurt Bestor