Wednesday, November 17, 2010

NaBloPoMo 16 and 17

Again a fail. But a worthy one.

Yesterday walking home, I was pondering and praying, and feeling
rather little and alone and slightly scared. When I walked over the
bridge, the rain subsided slightly, and the wind blew a little more
gently, so I slowed my hurried pace. Then the lights burned brighter
for a moment, industrial hodgepodge glowing and rippling in the river
water.

And I had a revelation, a soft word spoken just for me. It was so
profound I thought I'd share.

God our mother, knows what it is to lose a child.

Those words were a curious thought and lead me to read Psalm 91:

Psalm 91

Assurance of God’s Protection


1 You who live in the shelter of the Most High,
who abide in the shadow of the Almighty,*
2 will say to the Lord, ‘My refuge and my fortress;
my God, in whom I trust.’
3 For he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler
and from the deadly pestilence;
4 he will cover you with his pinions,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness is a shield and buckler.
5 You will not fear the terror of the night,
or the arrow that flies by day,
6 or the pestilence that stalks in darkness,
or the destruction that wastes at noonday.

I like to read this, replacing the traditional masculine with the
feminine. As God is all and genderless, I think the alternate wording
brings home the nature of motherhood in all it's terrifying goodness,
and captures what a mother does for their child.
Psalm 91

Assurance of God’s Protection


1 You who live in the shelter of the Most High,
who abide in the shadow of the Almighty,*
2 will say to the Lord, ‘My refuge and my fortress;
my God, in whom I trust.’
3 For he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler
and from the deadly pestilence;
4 he will cover you with his pinions,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness is a shield and buckler.
5 You will not fear the terror of the night,
or the arrow that flies by day,
6 or the pestilence that stalks in darkness,
or the destruction that wastes at noonday.
Framed like this, God our mother, who tucks her children under her
wings for refuge, and gave her son as sacrifice, knows the deep lament
of loss.

Is that not comforting? Is that not something? God the great formless,
power, knowing what it is to lose something precious?

I do not yet understand these things fully, and the more I study, the
less I understand. But this spoke to me yesterday and today.

Now if someone can explain to me the supernatural elements of the
resurrection, and why the resurrection was necessary when the
teachings of Jesus are powerful enough alone, I'll be grand.

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