Poetry
Discernment
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Sat, 06/11/2016 - 08:01“I don’t know how to love him”
plays in my brain
as I read this week’s lesson.
“A woman of the city,
who was a sinner”
and I stop to think
of my own sinfulness.
George Herbert asks,
“She being stain’d her self,
why did she strive
To make him clean”?
Yet I find myself with Mary
stain’d my self
not knowing
“What to do, how to move him”
“Should I scream and shout?
Should I speak of love,
Let my feelings out?”
On Facebook
a friend shared a link
“Thinking about ordination?
Think again”
and the soundtrack
of Jesus Christ
Superstar
swells in my soul:
“Yet
If he said he loved me
I'd be lost
I'd be frightened”
“Entering this ministry
will be one of the hardest things
you will ever do”
After fifty six years
I’m still trying to find
the ministries
I’m called to.
In our Baptismal Vows
we are all called
to seek and serve Christ
in all persons.
That is hard enough
But when and why
are we called
to be
deacons,
priests,
bishops,
or other roles
in the church?
The article warns
that for the ordained
“You’ll be made to feel insignificant…”
“You will feel a deep sense of loneliness…”
“You will have friends who will walk away from you…
“You will disappoint people…”
“You will disappoint yourself…”
Even just in discernment
I have felt most of this.
Another song from
Mary in
Jesus Christ Superstar
comes to mind.
“Can we start again please?”
As I wander down
this discernment path
when it gets tough
and I know that I cannot do this
alone
I long for the days
when I could blissfully
convince myself
I had not heard God’s Call.
Then an upcoming lesson
responds
“No one who puts a hand
to the plow
and looks back
is fit for the kingdom of God”
I am not fit
for the kingdom of God.
I have disappointed people
I have disappointed myself.
I have disappointed God.
I am not worthy
so much
as to gather the crumbs.
“But thou art the same Lord,
whose property is always
to have mercy”
The article ends,
“Maybe you can’t do this.
That’s okay.
Because God can.”
And Mary’s lyrics come back
“He scares me so
I want him so
I love him so”
Blame
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Fri, 06/10/2016 - 08:29If you blame the gorilla
you’re part of the problem
If you blame the parents
you’re part of the problem
If you blame the child
you’re part of the problem.
If you blame the zookeepers
you’re part of the problem.
If you blame
a former first lady,
a senator,
or real estate developer
you’re part of the problem.
If you blame
the refugees
the immigrants
single young mothers
struggling to get by
you’re part of the problem.
If you blame
the victim
the system
the lawyers
or press
you’re part of the problem
If you blame yourself
but do nothing
to address the wrongs
you’re still part of the problem.
We are all part of the problem.
Too often
we don’t love
our neighbor as ourselves
especially
if the neighbor seems
blameworthy
marginalized
or simply
different from ourselves.
We find
those parts
of ourselves
we don’t like
in others
and blame them
instead
of seeking to repair
what we don’t like
about ourselves.
A Reflection on Mary Magdalene
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Thu, 06/09/2016 - 05:49I’ve been thinking a lot
about
Mary Magdalene
recently
ever since
stumbling across
George Herbert’s poem
of the same name.
As a straight white cis male
in the established church
I have the privilege
to not worry
about
the concerns of her sisters.
When I go to the bathroom
that matches
my gender identity
and gender expression
no one questions
my decision.
When I go out for drinks
I don’t have to worry
about someone
roofying my drink
or being found
behind a dumpster
raped
by a swimmer.
I don’t have to worry
about getting paid
seventy percent
of what my coworkers make
or about a glass ceiling
limiting my career.
Yet there is all the more need
for me and my brothers
to wash our Savior’s feet
with our tears.
Ours is not the sin of commission,
through any fault of the victim.
Ours is the sin of omission,
of benefiting from injustice
and saying nothing
doing nothing
to correct
the wrong.
These Bones
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Tue, 06/07/2016 - 08:32These bones
are the young black men
killed by excessive force.
These bones
are the refugees
washed ashore
fleeing war.
These bones
are the students
and movie goers
of mass shootings
in America.
These bones
are the homeless
freezing to death
the transgendered
beaten to death
God’s children
who have not been shown
God’s love.
The bones
are the marginalized.
Can these bones live?
Prophesy to these bones.
Who are you in Zarephath?
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Sun, 06/05/2016 - 14:33Who are you in Zarephath?
The widow?
Her son?
The prophet?
One of the many
nameless
worshipers of Ba’al?
I often feel like the widow
preparing to eat
the last of my meal
and die.
Yet unexpectedly
the voice of The Lord
comes
in the form
of a stranger
asking for food
and promising
there will be
enough.
I think of the times
I’ve come close
to losing
that which I’ve loved most
on this earth
only to have
the stranger,
the prophet
intercede.
Who are you at Zarephath?
Can we accept
the endless oil and meal
and become
the voice of the Lord
the prophet
to someone else?