The meaning of life is the
mystery of Love. Just as the roots of
the trees hold firm in the soil, so it is the roots of love that hold the
ground of our being together.*
that time of year. The trees are losing their leaves, creating a carpet of
color over sidewalks, roadways and fields. Darkness lingers in the morning and
descends in the late afternoon. This dimness cushions the world in a small
hush. The days seem shorter and we let go of the dazzle of long bright sunny
days of summer that trick us into thinking we have all the time in the world.
This betwixt and between time of late fall, before the winter solstice, lends
itself to slower activities of sitting before a fire, daydreaming, reading, drinking
tea, lighting candles…
Northern California was still in her Indian Summer, I had a conversation with a
friend about mercy. It was the time when hurricanes, flooding, fires, shootings
flooded the newsfeeds in every medium.
The needs were overwhelming and it was easy to get stuck, paralyzed and
not know what to do. This friend’s
desire to help a particular group of people now seemed pallid compared to the
overwhelming needs we were confronted with on a daily basis. I nodded my head
gently in agreement. And then began to tell her what keeps me committed to the
mercy work in Kenya. Yes, the needs in
Kenya and all over the world, and even in our backyard, are tremendous. Yes, it can feel selfish to be sending money
elsewhere when our own neighbors are in need. Yes, this mercy work can often
feel insignificant. But this much I know to be true—mercy is messy. It often
makes no sense, especially when one stays committed to a particular area of
mercy work for years. It is tempting to turn one’s back when things get complicated,
or don’t work the way we might have anticipated. Sometime the players and the
funding sources change. Sometimes a well thought out project “fails”. It
becomes easy to get discouraged and quit.
The harder path, the merciful path, lends itself to the long view, knowing
that the long view may not be within our line of sight.
other thing I know to be true is this: Mercy
comes with a price and that price is Love.
so for all of you whose roots of love have held the ground of our being, and
our mercy in Kenya together, I thank you. (You know who you are).
If you are interested in
making a donation, please make checks out to Holy Cross Lutheran Church,
earmarked for Kenya
4701 Grove St. Rocklin, CA 95677
by John Main set to music by Margaret Rizza in Mysterium Amoris.
via Always Mercy http://ift.tt/2BeplgT