Day One (Resurrection)

 

 

 

 

 

 

“day one”

wondering what next after this,
he woke to cave’s pierced-darkness,
edged by light stone sought to block,
but could not this bright morning

 

loosing the wrappings death held close,
falling to floor he reaches his hand
un-bent, un-bleeding into cool air
and, risking life, takes up breathing

 

slowly it dawns it has been undone,
bruised yet healing from the wounding;
wondering what next after this,
he rises and eases through walls

 

clinging close the still-moist earth,
upending the plot tended by mourners
stumbling, tripping what they hadn’t sought;
newly un-dead, rooting deep seed

 

pulling himself up into living,
harder than dying his hand gripping mine
dried blood and cooling the fever his brow,
he rises and eases through walls

 

–by William B. Jones,
from Before the Amen: Creative Resources for Worship,

edited by Maren and Maria Tirabassi, Pilgrim Press.

 

 

 

 

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Guilt, Grief and Grace

Guilt, Grief, and the Gift of Grace

In Mending the Heart, pastor John Claypool suggests
“the wound of grievance comes from our suffering at the hands of others,
we are pierced by guilt when we inflict pain in return,
and we suffer grief when we are hurt by loss.”

He adds, “these wounds can eventually be healed through the gifts of insight, forgiveness, and gratitude.” Wounds and gifts alike occur in our selves and our relationships.

As Jesus’ early disciples advanced with him toward his crucifixion, the threat of their dispersal was real. Something happened on his lifting up, however, that enabled them to live beyond the guilt, grief, and grievance they’d experienced. Some combination of insight, forgiveness and gratitude imparted as the Spirit called them on.

Insight into God’s expectation of them led to awareness of true life in Christ, beyond a mixture of guilt, grief and grievance they might have clung to as false prize instead. May Christ’s gift en-courage us each this season, that the world come to know God’s grace anew.

— William B. Jones (March 2012)

 

 

 

 

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All Christ’s Blessings (Easter)

 

Incarnation. Crucifixion. Resurrection.


I appreciate Denise Levertov’s co-mingling of Jesus’ crucifixion and incarnation in her poem “On the Mystery of the Incarnation.” Folding his ending back to beginning, she names God’s giving of the Word in Christ’s birth as that which overcomes the end “our kind” gave him. In doing so she does not let the cross of Good Friday have the last word. Neither does she deny what the gospels make clear: The first gift of God in Jesus is his presence on earth; not “Christ crucified,” nor Easter’s resurrection, but God with us, “Immanuel.”

Original blessing. Human bruising. God’s uplifting.

These we may experience with Christ too. Sometimes we even come to name them. In not severing one from the next, but in recognizing the arc of human experience that we share with Christ, we may find God’s healing not so distant either. I want to wave the palms of joy for Jesus coming to lead us on. I need to know someone else has been lifted from the cross of following Christ too. I give thanks the stone has been rolled back from the tomb.  Beyond the worst our kind can do, may we wake to “Day One” too.

 

 

 

 

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ash-borne (Holy Week)

“ash-borne”
 
blue the fire, kiln to blaze,
holy potter turning clay,

wheel to round and crossing make,
shadow fold within your gaze.

seared the palms we waved of you,
ashes leaving here to trace,

maker marking as you will,
cupping embers yet engraced.

 

–William B. Jones, Lent, 2012

 

 

 

 

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Song of the Falcon [Lent]

forty days to stay the mountain,
winging cross the broken ground

praying angels and companions,
falcon nesting friendship ’round

 

 

 

 

 

night imprint divine instruction,
voice to brush creation’s dawn

waking let myself to praises,
current singing lift me home.

 

–William B. Jones, Lent 2012
(based on the story of the falcon who (usually) roused Francis to prayer,
as told in Bonaventure’s “Life of Francis” VIII and Thomas of Celano’s “Remembrance of the Desire of a Soul” CXXVII)

 

 

 

 

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Francis at the Manger

When asked to provide something for a clergy gathering on Christmas themes held at a rural Franciscan retreat center, I recalled the story of Francis’ recreation of Jesus’ nativity. I also composed a hymn based on the event, “Come Spirit, Occupy the Earth” (below article).

Mount Irenaeus bell

As his time on earth drew to a close, Francis of Assisi doubtless sensed he would not have the chance to return to the “Holy Land” (located in today’s “Middle East”). He had been there once before, in an effort to convert Muslims to Christianity or, failing that, to die trying as a witness (“martyr”) to his faith. Having failed at either attempt, he ended up having one of the first recorded interfaith dialogues, as the Sultan he met instead treated him with respect and escorted him safely across military boundaries in order to speak with him. But that is a story for another season. For Christmas is at hand…

Beautiful as the Umbrian hill country was, poverty was one of the chief afflictions of those who lived beyond the walled city of Assisi, which claimed Francis primarily before his conversion and after his death: in other words, after the lepers he served early on (and called his brothers to return serving late) were no longer so much part of the picture.

So it seemed unlikely that he expected many of those surrounding him in his last years of illness would be to afford a trip to the Holy Land. In the hinterland of the Italian countryside few had the wealth needed or time available to make such a journey, at least apart from those in the military, which Francis himself had participated in prior to his conversion.

How then, removed from grand cathedrals, majestic music or arming countrymen for crusades, could he convey something of Christ’s advent to the poor, lowly and needy where he was? The stage was thus set for the first “Christmas Pageant” to be born, as Francis sought to depict the birth of Christ for “simple” folk, “unlettered,” as he called himself.

Calling a friend named (appropriately enough for the herald of Christ) John, “who had a good reputation but an even better manner of life,” Francis asked him to prepare a place for people to encounter at Christmas not a royal habitation for a king come to rule earth, but rather a mat of hay on which to lay an infant to be born into the bracing cold the people themselves knew in their bones.

“The night is lit up like day,” Francis’ earliest biographer tells us, painting a picture of something akin to our own Christmas Eve, when “the forest amplifies the cries [of people singing], and the boulders echo back the joyful crowd” as they cross through the rural countryside. On their arrival they discover a wooden manger where “simplicity is given a place of honor, poverty is exalted, humility is commended, and out of Greccio is made a new Bethlehem.”

Located at the end of the major portion of his life story as told by his earliest biographer, the nativity of Francis raises for an adult (not children’s!) audience the question of whether there is room in their lives for Christ to be born. As a subsequent liturgist put it, “He who was asleep or dead in the hearts of many, owing to forgetfulness, was awakened and recalled to memory by the teaching and example of Blessed Francis.”

We might ask equivalently today whether, out of hearts which may have forgotten the gift of God’s grace where we ourselves live, a new holy land for Christ to be welcomed may be made in our own lives. One in which he can continue to “multiply his holy mercy” for the healing of those in the world around us.

“Come Spirit, Occupy the Earth” is a new hymn that tells the story of Francis’ manger scene.

Come, Holy Spirit

Peace and good,
Rev. William B. Jones
Christmas, 2011

 

 

 

 

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