March 27, 2013
It's 6:04 a.m. The sun is just now up. The sky is just now lit.
But our streets have been busy for hours. Yes, the lights never really wet out.
We pride ourselves here:
We are innovative,
We need not sleep, so long as there is work to be done. Our offices will suffice and satisfy and when the day comes to an end, we'll carry all our worries into our beds like a complex lover, and take a little Ambien to pacify her for the night.
At 6:04 a.m. it'll start again.
But we are a people of heavy eyes.
If You were to ask us to wait for You, we could not.
If You were to request we pray with you, we would not.
If You were to call us away to the Garden alone, we would not understand the nature of Your summons and we would insist on more comfortable turf.
As You requested the cup be taken from You, we didn't both rouse ourselves to the task.
Our spirits are willing. Sometimes.
Our bodies are weak. Decidedly.
Wake us up!
Stir within the cavities of our beings a craving for more than this temporal turf. Rouse us from the sedated land of complacency and alert our hearts to Your beckoning request to join You in Your suffering.
We see now Your betrayers are at hand.
We see now they are us.
You, the startling God.
You, the Suffering God.
You, the Grieving God.
You, the Easter God.
Hi, friend. I'm Amy. Mostly, I’m just another twenty-something trying to figure out the stuff of life. I am a nerdy seminary student who loves the smell of old books and early mornings in the library. I am an artist wanabee, a liberal to the conservative and conservative to the liberal, guilty social justice groupie, and a recovering Bible know-it-all with the unreal ability to put my foot in my mouth an astonishing number of times each day. I am a sister to eight of the most hysterical creatures ever created. Good theology, used book stores, and autumn make me giddy. I preach passionately, think deeply, and ask too many questions. I write prayers, poetry and prose. I write about preaching bad and good, gender roles in the Church, the sacraments, stupid things we do on Sunday, politics, and almost everything else that you are not supposed to discuss in polite company. I also blog at oneyellowbird.blogspot.com. Welcome to the journey.
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