At The Edge
Edges are the places where we are pushed to either recognize that we are out of our depth and our strength is dismantled or they are places where we stare into an unknown with little understanding of how to go forward.
What I have come to learn, however, is that no matter how I grit my teeth against the edges I experience in life the edges are necessary. Why?
The Cross, A Space
Holy week is about a great many things, but most importantly it is about the hope within a hospitality of suffering. It is the place where we bring the ache of flesh and share that experience with a crucified Christ.
Regardless of whether we caused the suffering or it was inflicted on us, there is a table set for us to share these death rattles with One who is “well acquainted with grief.”
The Only Way Through is Through
What the wisdom of ancient Scriptures, later sages and saints, as well as present day storytelling remind us is that great suffering is often the midwife of great goodness. A keyhole in our life that only a rough-edged key can fit.
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The Comeback
For all of history we have found ways to live outside of our true nature when we’re trying to cope with adverse circumstances. We learn to retreat, to hoard, and ultimately subject our souls to strain that over time causes them to crumble. This is not who we are or who we were meant to be. But there is always room for a comeback.
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watching for blue finches
A blue finch shows up and we may or may not see it. Sometimes we are blinded by the suffering, desperately searching for answers or a way out, and we are unable to turn and notice the beauty at our side. The divinity on display in a shade of blue that was sourced from a pallet that only exists on the other side of eternity.
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