drive me from my
locked room of fear
to touch the scarred
flesh of the risen one
and so know again
that divine promises
are always kept
that even faith
that is small
it is simply
the first step
75 years ago today, pastor and theologian Dietrich Bonhoeffer was executed by the Nazi regime for his opposition to its policies. (Historical Calendar https://goo.gl/TDME3p).
His seminal work, The Cost of Discipleship, is considered a theological classic in understanding the consequences of obedience to the suffering Christ. In these days of fear and suffering, anxiety and brokeness, I find comfort in his words. I offer them here in the hopes that you, dear reader, will find solace in them as well.
It is my hope as well that the words below will further inspire us to be a more gracious and compassionate people.
“We must learn to regard people less in the light of what they do or omit to do, and more in the light of what they suffer.”
“Judging others makes us blind, whereas love is illuminating. By judging others we blind ourselves to our own evil and to the grace which others are just as entitled to as we are.”
“There is nothing that can replace the absence of someone dear to us, and one should not even attempt to do so. One must simply hold out and endure it. At first that sounds very hard, but at the same time it is also a great comfort. For to the extent the emptiness truly remains unfilled one remains connected to the other person through it. It is wrong to say that God fills the emptiness. God in no way fills it but much more leaves it precisely unfilled and thus helps us preserve — even in pain — the authentic relationship. Further more, the more beautiful and full the remembrances, the more difficult the separation. But gratitude transforms the torment of memory into silent joy. One bears what was lovely in the past not as a thorn but as a precious gift deep within, a hidden treasure of which one can always be certain.”
in days of shadow when the sun is bright and the wind is of ill
when all the world beneath the blight feels the fearful chill
in cloistered rooms of trembling sight we shelter from the kill
bodies bowed before the might as this plague works its will
be not dismayed o children of the light
while this tempest has its fill
the master of the day and the night
draws nigh and says
peace be still
on painted sky
to mourning eye
new day begun
from bitter night
the risen one
I no longer wish to be unbroken.
Rather I seek to embrace my brokeness
in the hope that the Light will shine out through the cracks in my heart.
a day of precedence
infused with presience
to contemplate the presence
of the king of kings and presidents
I find notes
under a layer of dust
to be aware
of self and other
and the One
who is to be my guide
who having everything
so that I could be
who having all
became a servant
is our call
Another restless night with dreams of discontent
Could it be my brokenness is heaven sent?
And all of my suffering doesn’t even come close to the suffering of the one who loves me most
Or the pain of a friend who will never mend waiting in a wheelchair for the end
Can I be the love that animates flesh and bone bright scars on my skin through which the light can be shown
And what I have lost can only be found in a love that is bigger than the hate that is all around
Who holds a child near in the shadows of fear waiting for another missle to appear
Another frozen day trying to fan the flame
Do I truly believe in the power of a name?
That can warm the coldest heart in the winter of the soul and breathe into a shattered world and make it whole
I don’t know but it goes to show that this is a love that will never let us go
I was seeking a treasure in a strange place until I awoke from the dream
(That which is considered precious is not always what it seems).
Beware the shiny hook, (all that glitters isn’t gold),
For the pearl of great price is nothing less than your soul.