I wrote a Scripture Reflection for this Sunday’s readings for the Catholics on Call website this week:
Exodus 32:7-11, 13-14
1 Timothy 1:12-17
Luke 15:1-32 or 15:1-10
It doesn’t make sense.
I mean, sure, we get the “point” of the parables of the lost sheep, of the lost coin, of the prodigal son (included in the long form of this Sunday’s readings). God is merciful. Each one of us matters and is infinitely loved by God. God rejoices when we return from our erring, less-than-selfless ways. Yet, yet… if I can admit to myself, I don’t get it, in my core. Because God’s mercy is not like mine. (Thank God, literally).
I wouldn’t rejoice in the same way over one lost and returned sheep. I’d be glad I managed to not lose the other 99 sheep! And while I might be happy if I found a lost quarter or a stray $20 dollar bill in a pants pocket, I’d be more grateful that I had a savings account with more than a quarter in it, than at the fact that I just found a quarter to add to it. And while we’re being honest, I’ll admit that I can identify all too readily with the self-righteous older son, though I happen to be the youngest in my family. It’s seems unfair that the younger son, the recklessly wasteful one, is welcomed back so extravagantly. Even in the times in our life when we are the prodigal ones, the ones desperately seeking and hopefully accepting God’s mercy, it doesn’t feel “fair.” It is hard to accept God’s mercy. God’s generosity is scandalous.
Something else is scandalous. Click here to continue reading…
I read and read and read other people’s blogs–
friends’ blogs and blogs of people I imagine to be my friends because they sound SO COOL
and I never resent them for blogging, or think that they shouldn’t
share their hearts and minds and adventures via their words
in fact, I love them for sharing their hearts and minds and adventures
via their words,
for crafting their art.
I don’t think your voice is TOO MUCH
But i find mine to be sometimes.
I blogged only once in the past year because something riled me
I wrote with much qualification and trepidation
I also wrote a lot for class, so I’ll give myself that
I found and made time to write papers of which I was proud
(what a novel idea!)
I will honor where I was and who I was
but now, I’m taking a risk.
I’m going to South Korea.*
I’m interning with a hospital chaplain.
I’m starting my second year at a grad school I love.
I’m becoming an aunt–again–this time to a NIECE!
I’m finding my voice.
not at the expense of yours.
I’m putting words to my journey
sharing my story,
unwrapping my story
because if you deny your story,
you deny not only yourself…
but you deny the very Author Who is writing your redemptive epic.
A wannabe poet borrowing this wisdom from a seasoned poet-blogger.
Embarking on my own journey of poetry, blogging, listening, pondering, musing,
thinking about theological things because that’s what I do,
who I am.
No longer writing partial drafts and never publishing.
Failing to create because I’m afraid to fail
Afraid to be criticized
I’m taking a risk.
Encouraged by your courage
Amplifying others’ courage
And The story
My art not at the expense of yours
I’m daring greatly.
*Just fyi, I’m going to Korea for two weeks–not moving there or anything!- in the late Fall for the World Council of Churches. More on that later 🙂