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While He May Be Found

Dall-e made an image for me of someone lost in the wilderness.

God is not Time and Temperature


Episcopalians who are familiar with the Morning Prayer liturgy may remember in its Rite II form a canticle that comes from the second of Isaiah’s four servant songs.

Seek the Lord while he may be found;
call on him while he is near.
Let the wicked forsake their ways
and the unrighteous their thoughts.
Let them turn to the Lord, and he will have mercy on them,
and to our God, for he will freely pardon.

ISaiah 55:6-7

Isaiah is a regular stop on the Advent cycle. During this season, in fact, the Morning Prayer liturgy opens with two different pieces of scripture from this book. They offer two ideas: that we are in the wilderness, and that God will soon reveal himself to us.

You might remember the prophet Isaiah from the token verse of his calling. God asked who he should send, and Isaiah answered, “Here am I! Send me!” I admit that as a child, whatever I assigned to Isaiah in my brain was dramatically reduced to lines like that–but it’s worth remembering that this prophet lived and wrote some 800 years before the birth of Christ. The book’s narrative essence follows a time of captivity, a time of punishing Babylonian captivity and exile, and afterward, a time of restoration.

I receive a daily Advent meditation by email, and this morning’s scripture was Isaiah 55:6-13, which begins with the passage quoted above. For some reason, the first sentence landed differently: Seek the Lord while he may be found.

The Good Stuff

FAITH


We went to Statesville this weekend to celebrate Kel and Alan’s birthdays. It was a long weekend–both intentionally and not; Friday was a surprise snow day, even though we didn’t get much of anything until Friday night, and barely then an inch. Monday was MLK day, so the kids were off from school then, too. So Saturday, we packed up everybody, including the Doodle and the Chiweenie, and headed down the mountain. The higher elevations certainly had more snow than we did, but we made it through okay.

Sunday I was able to make it over to Trinity for the first time since we moved just a touch more than a year ago. Occasions like this sometimes make me anxious–the well-managed introvert inside me quickly gets overwhelmed–but it was nothing short of wonderful. There have been times when I’ve gone back to visit an old office after I’d changed jobs, or even come back here to Cullowhee to see old professors, but nothing felt quite like it did to be back among a community of church people who were happy to see you. At least, this one. I don’t know if that’s true everywhere.

It was a warm reception–though just about every conversation I started up with someone was interrupted by someone else who came over to say hello, and when that conversation started to move into substance, someone else would come over. But that was fine.

Cut to the heart

Nobody seems to know what to do with it all.


By now, you have no doubt heard the same details I have, facts that make the atrocious murder of 19 children and their two teachers somehow much worse. That the police did not realize there were children still alive and trapped in the classroom with the shooter while they waited. That those children called 911, begging operators to send help. That one child smeared another child’s blood on herself and played dead. That at least one frantic mother ran into the school to find her child.

Like every parent in America, I grappled with that last thought–of the parents, assembled at the little elementary school, despairing, separated from their children while the scene remained active.

Like every parent in America, I saw the photos of the children online, saw the little boy with his tie on–it was awards day–running, terrified, and transposed my own son’s face upon his.

Like every parent in America, I kissed my children goodbye, sending them off for their last week of school, taking extra time to deeply inhale the scent at the crowns of their heads, my nose pressed warmly against their hair.

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