I figure I might start with a journal entry I made this morning. When I'm at my best, I get an hour or two of unhurried time to read scripture, meditate, pray, and be present in the moment. At the end of the time I journal what comes. Oh that it were always unhurried! Anyway, here's what I wrote today.
"It struck me reading Mk.4 this morning that Jesus was probably asleep in the stern of that storm-tossed boat because he was exhausted. with all the ministry and people maybe he ws just worn out. Maybe he wanted to go the the other side for some relief - even if it only came in the stern of a boat during a lake crossing.
Of course, it's what happened when that dead calm ended the chaos that we remember - and rightly so. But I can relate to both the fatigue and the chaos. And I hear Jesus' question about faith.
I think about the picture we have of the medieval monks in the stained glass window. They go ahead mostly looking toward the destination; except for the one in red who looks back at the pilot distractedly.
That's me in prayer so far this morning. It's one of those days when thoughts creep in and the subjects of my focused meditation and prayer go down rabbit holes of random musings.
I know I'm going to have to deal with someone's painfully obvious problem - and soon if there's any hope of being effective. I need to trust the pilot - He's there moving the bark toward a drowning world. -- And people look to me as though I were the pilot. The real pilot may sleep in the stern but he is there. And it's for me to have faith. Amen."
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