Wednesday, June 27, 2012

make us fearless out-laws.

A great deal of angst kept me awake last night. Part of it was the couple who rang the doorbell at 12:30 last night to tell me that someone had pushed over both the church dumpsters this time --I had given them a gallon of gas and some small-engine oil to upright the one dumpster that had been tipped over earlier in the week... --and for two gallons of gas they were willing to put both dumpsters upright.

What do they think I am? Stupid? I sent them away, empty-handed. And the dumpsters are still on their sides this morning. And I have no idea how I am going to get them upright.

And I am totally discouraged by the unraveling of the church in preparation for General Convention.    T.O.T.A.L.L.Y.   We have opted to become like the brothers who quarreled to sit closest to Jesus and drink from the cup he held --without having the foggiest of what that means and what that requires. I am so sick of the church doing what's right and good instead of striving for righteousness and justice.

But, of course, righteousness and justice for Christians requires REQUIRES the cross... and who wants to go there... themselves....

No one really believes in the Resurrection after all.... oh-huhn.

I think I need a few hours of wilderness time.

Today is the day we are invited to remember Cornelius Hill, priest and leader among the Oneida.

At prayer this morning (Romans 4:13-25)

For the promise that he would inherit the world did not come to Abraham or to his descendants through the law but through the righteousness of faith. If it is the adherents of the law who are to be the heirs, faith is null and the promise is void. For the law brings wrath; but where there is no law, neither is there violation.

For this reason it depends on faith, in order that the promise may rest on grace and be guaranteed to all his descendants, not only to the adherents of the law but also to those who share the faith of Abraham (for he is the father of all of us, as it is written, “I have made you the father of many nations”) – in the presence of the God in whom he believed, who gives life to the dead and calls into existence the things that do not exist.

Hoping against hope, he believed that he would become “the father of many nations,” according to what was said, “So numerous shall your descendants be.”

He did not weaken in faith when he considered his own body, which was already as good as dead (for he was about a hundred years old), or when he considered the barrenness of Sarah’s womb.

No distrust made him waver concerning the promise of God, but he grew strong in his faith as he gave glory to God, being fully convinced that God was able to do what he had promised.

Therefore his faith “was reckoned to him as righteousness.”

Now the words, “it was reckoned to him,” were written not for his sake alone, but for ours also. It will be reckoned to us who believe in him who raised Jesus our Lord from the dead, who was handed over to death for our trespasses and was raised for our justification.

This little bit o' scripture may just become what I pray for the duration of General Convention --and to get me through my own situational angst....

Lord, have mercy.
Inspire us.
And make us fearless out-laws.
Amen.

4 comments:

Holly said...

Margaret -- I find myself at a point in life where I have simply given up on church, not The Church, that I know to be Real, and True, and Everlasting, stronger than death itself and a place where I meet with the saints from many times and places, but rather this poor, pale, institutional reflection of it. It is here, in this blog, that I find the Spirit working and in the words and acts of other individuals who love God with their whole hearts.

As for the dumpsters...I suggest using a lever of some sort!!

kishnevi said...

Don't think of it as unraveling. Or if you do, unraveling to get the knots out and reknit or reweave it to get a sronger fabric.

And a fever is actually a sign that the body's immunse systems is working the way it's supposed to work (normally, that is).

But when the baby teeth is lost, the mouth does not know that mature teeth are waiting to come in; and when the snake sloughs off its old skin, it does not know that a new skin is waiting to replace the old one; nor does the caterpillar enter the chrysalis knowing that a butterfly will emerge.

But doesn't faith really boil down to the proposition that one must have confidence that God knows what It is doing?

susankay said...

Things like GC or local DioCo make me wonder about the whole scripture stuff including resurection. But then I remember that the (often idiotic and also almost always gynophobic) early "fathers" left in all the references to a totally klutzy, uninspiring and clueless Peter -- and I come to believe what Peter came to believe.

susankay said...

Not in-laws but we just got back from visit with "step-laws" -- fear I never get those visits right.