I'm in the mood for a little church right now. Consider yourself warned.
Before I write a prayer, I have this process that I go through. Sometimes I do not know that the phrases forming themselves in my head are meant to become prayers. Sometimes I do. There is usually one line that will persist until I agree to write it down. Persistent thoughts can be pretty stubborn that way.
Then, depending on whether the pastor is using the scripture passages the lectionary has assigned for that particular Sunday, or if he is going to use other scriptures, I will look them up and see what gets my attention. While looking around I will often find passages I have underlined that are important to me. I may end up taking my own journey and wind up with something totally different. When scripture is speaking to me, in whatever way it chooses, I try to listen.
Yesterday I found myself wandering around in the book of Romans. If I ever need encouragement, I can always go to chapter 8, verses 38 and 39:
For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
If I could have only one scripture, that would be the one.
Chapter 12 of the same book is recommended reading for this upcoming Sunday, so I read it as well. It is there that I came upon a scripture that has held me in its grip for a very long time. Verse 15 reads, "Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep." After over 30 years of reading this verse, it still speaks to me, often causing me to find a tissue. Sometimes my hope of rejoicing with others is dashed, breaking my heart in the process. And finding those willing to weep with me is not as easy as one may think. We cannot always rise to the occasion and give to each other exactly what each one needs, and yet if there exists a scriptural definition for "community," this is it.
What this scripture tells me is that to be in a community is not only to be of service to others but to share in the joys and sorrows. Whether the community is a church, a school, a workplace, a neighborhood, or a family, we are told to go ahead and celebrate the fun days, but also to be there for the hardest ones.
I thought about how much easier it is to rejoice with people than it can be to weep with them. It does not require much intimacy to celebrate with people at a party. The reason for the celebration carries with it enough joy in itself that it does not depend so much on others to magnify it. Most people do not have a hard time putting on party clothes and showing up to have fun. It is not a high risk decision.
Sharing grief is different. When a close friend asked me to travel with her to her mother's memorial service, she was asking me to do something sacred. She said she could not think of anyone she wanted to grieve with her more than me. I cannot think of a higher compliment. Mourning with someone is personal. Real emotions are expressed. Words are not enough to convey the depth of feeling. Saying we are sorry for a loss doesn't make the burden any lighter to bear. The tunnel the grieving person must walk through is going to be dark and painful.When we agree to weep with someone we are saying we are willing to walk alongside, no matter how awkward it feels. There are some experiences in life we do not ever get over. We merely get used to them. We exist in an alternate space until we can handle coming back and reengaging with life as we know it. Except that life as we know it no longer exists.
Fresh from reading the Romans 12:15 scripture, I was on Facebook when I saw a post from a woman I work with and used to go to church with. Her post was a news article of a shooting in a nearby state in which a police officer, who intervened when a man went on a shooting rampage, and a high school boy driving his car home from his school's graduation ceremony, were both shot and killed. Her status indicated that the boy was her nephew.
I do not know this woman extremely well though I find working with her to be a delight, and I certainly have never met her nephew. I posted that I was sorry for her loss. Maybe it is because I've been in an emotional place lately as I'm getting ready for my second son to graduate from high school, or maybe it was getting to me because of the senseless, random nature of this event, emphasized by the posted letter from the head of the boy's Christian school in which he wrote he could not know what God was asking of that family, but I have been weeping with those who weep.
Slow to admit that online communities are truly meaningful communities, this event has changed my opinion somewhat. No sooner had I posted my condolences, did I see other women I work with and people I used to go to church with posting their words of comfort for this grieving family. And though I have read plenty of posts having to do with the deaths of loved ones, I just happened to be online when so many of these posts were being made that it felt like we were coming together as a community in a way I have never associated with social media before. Immediately words of healing and prayers were sent in ways previously never possible. Facebook was answering a higher call.
Today I read this high school boy's final blog entry. It was about how excited he became when he contemplated heaven. As of last night I counted over 40 posts to this family and 11 shares of the original article. People who work with them, go to church with them, are related to them in a variety of ways are all part of this community that once could rejoice with them as they were filled with the joy of raising a boy who by everything I have read was becoming a wonderful man. We now grieve. An entire community. All of us.
Before I write a prayer, I have this process that I go through. Sometimes I do not know that the phrases forming themselves in my head are meant to become prayers. Sometimes I do. There is usually one line that will persist until I agree to write it down. Persistent thoughts can be pretty stubborn that way.
Then, depending on whether the pastor is using the scripture passages the lectionary has assigned for that particular Sunday, or if he is going to use other scriptures, I will look them up and see what gets my attention. While looking around I will often find passages I have underlined that are important to me. I may end up taking my own journey and wind up with something totally different. When scripture is speaking to me, in whatever way it chooses, I try to listen.
Yesterday I found myself wandering around in the book of Romans. If I ever need encouragement, I can always go to chapter 8, verses 38 and 39:
For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
If I could have only one scripture, that would be the one.
Chapter 12 of the same book is recommended reading for this upcoming Sunday, so I read it as well. It is there that I came upon a scripture that has held me in its grip for a very long time. Verse 15 reads, "Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep." After over 30 years of reading this verse, it still speaks to me, often causing me to find a tissue. Sometimes my hope of rejoicing with others is dashed, breaking my heart in the process. And finding those willing to weep with me is not as easy as one may think. We cannot always rise to the occasion and give to each other exactly what each one needs, and yet if there exists a scriptural definition for "community," this is it.
What this scripture tells me is that to be in a community is not only to be of service to others but to share in the joys and sorrows. Whether the community is a church, a school, a workplace, a neighborhood, or a family, we are told to go ahead and celebrate the fun days, but also to be there for the hardest ones.
I thought about how much easier it is to rejoice with people than it can be to weep with them. It does not require much intimacy to celebrate with people at a party. The reason for the celebration carries with it enough joy in itself that it does not depend so much on others to magnify it. Most people do not have a hard time putting on party clothes and showing up to have fun. It is not a high risk decision.
Sharing grief is different. When a close friend asked me to travel with her to her mother's memorial service, she was asking me to do something sacred. She said she could not think of anyone she wanted to grieve with her more than me. I cannot think of a higher compliment. Mourning with someone is personal. Real emotions are expressed. Words are not enough to convey the depth of feeling. Saying we are sorry for a loss doesn't make the burden any lighter to bear. The tunnel the grieving person must walk through is going to be dark and painful.When we agree to weep with someone we are saying we are willing to walk alongside, no matter how awkward it feels. There are some experiences in life we do not ever get over. We merely get used to them. We exist in an alternate space until we can handle coming back and reengaging with life as we know it. Except that life as we know it no longer exists.
Fresh from reading the Romans 12:15 scripture, I was on Facebook when I saw a post from a woman I work with and used to go to church with. Her post was a news article of a shooting in a nearby state in which a police officer, who intervened when a man went on a shooting rampage, and a high school boy driving his car home from his school's graduation ceremony, were both shot and killed. Her status indicated that the boy was her nephew.
I do not know this woman extremely well though I find working with her to be a delight, and I certainly have never met her nephew. I posted that I was sorry for her loss. Maybe it is because I've been in an emotional place lately as I'm getting ready for my second son to graduate from high school, or maybe it was getting to me because of the senseless, random nature of this event, emphasized by the posted letter from the head of the boy's Christian school in which he wrote he could not know what God was asking of that family, but I have been weeping with those who weep.
Slow to admit that online communities are truly meaningful communities, this event has changed my opinion somewhat. No sooner had I posted my condolences, did I see other women I work with and people I used to go to church with posting their words of comfort for this grieving family. And though I have read plenty of posts having to do with the deaths of loved ones, I just happened to be online when so many of these posts were being made that it felt like we were coming together as a community in a way I have never associated with social media before. Immediately words of healing and prayers were sent in ways previously never possible. Facebook was answering a higher call.
Today I read this high school boy's final blog entry. It was about how excited he became when he contemplated heaven. As of last night I counted over 40 posts to this family and 11 shares of the original article. People who work with them, go to church with them, are related to them in a variety of ways are all part of this community that once could rejoice with them as they were filled with the joy of raising a boy who by everything I have read was becoming a wonderful man. We now grieve. An entire community. All of us.
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