Originally written 29 April 2020
It’s been nearly two months since I’ve given a sermon, and I have no way of knowing when our world will be in a place where I can preach again, but I wanted to share some reflections. At the moment I’m studying Psalms, and in particular I have been looking at Psalms of Lament. So often in our society, especially Christian society, we avoid the topic of lament. We want everything to appear joyful, perfect, and painless. But that’s ignoring the very real circumstances of the human condition. Humans are not perfect, and our world is far from it. There are situations of injustice, pain, suffering, and death that give rise to emotions of anger, sadness, despair, and hopelessness. And that’s okay.
It’s human. It’s human to be outraged when we see the oppression of populations. It’s human to be devestated when someone we love has died. It’s human to be angry with God, accuse God of being absent, scream and cry at God for an apparent impotence or lack of empathy. The Psalms of Lament bring out all this human emotion. But, they also look back to the joys of life. In remembering the goodness, perhaps we can move beyond our current tragedy. That doesn’t mean you can’t be angry, or question God. Instead, it is encouragement to move forward from that place, but it’s important to note that there is no time frame on grief. Many of us are in a time of grief, whether that be for the loss of a holiday or the death of a loved one. Though the former may seem trivial, it is no less valid. Because all human emotion is valid, and that is why we must embrace lament along with joy.
Today marks day 40 that my family has been in quarantine. This is a momentous amount of time for Christians, as we remember the 40 days Jesus spent in the desert and the 40 years the Israelites spent in the wilderness. Following on the theme of lament and inspired by the Psalms, I have written a poem of lament reflecting on 40 days in isolation.
Forty days in the desert,
and no oasis in sight;
Forty days of isolation –
where is the end to my plight?
and no oasis in sight;
Forty days of isolation –
where is the end to my plight?
I call out to God for salvation,
but feel her face has turned away.
Where has my loving Mother gone
who nurtured me from my first day?
but feel her face has turned away.
Where has my loving Mother gone
who nurtured me from my first day?
A babe, abandoned, naked,
in the wilderness.
There is no light,
I’m consumed by darkness.
in the wilderness.
There is no light,
I’m consumed by darkness.
I cling to hope of new tomorrows,
desperate for the end of sorrows.
No more tears, pain is gone,
anger fades, and death is done.
desperate for the end of sorrows.
No more tears, pain is gone,
anger fades, and death is done.
It feels eternal, this new norm,
but in glory I shall go back home.
With arms wide open, divine embrace,
the death of darkness will have no place.
but in glory I shall go back home.
With arms wide open, divine embrace,
the death of darkness will have no place.
For now in desolation I weep,
though I know this night will soon pass by.
A new day will dawn, filled with hope.
A rainbow of love will paint the sky.
though I know this night will soon pass by.
A new day will dawn, filled with hope.
A rainbow of love will paint the sky.