“Mortal, can these
bones live?” I answered, “O Lord God,
you know.” Then he said to me, “Prophesy to these bones, and say to them: O dry
bones, hear the word of the Lord.
Thus says the Lord God to
these bones: I will cause breath to enter you, and you shall live. I will lay
sinews on you, and will cause flesh to come upon you, and cover you with skin,
and put breath in you, and you shall live; and you shall know that I am
the Lord.”
Mortal, can these bones
live?!
Mortal, can these bones
live?!
Can the blood-soaked
ground give rise to flowers?
Can the long-dried
sinews draw together the scattered?
Mortal, can these bones
live?!
The bones of our dead.
The bones of the
Church.
The bones of our
democracy?
Can the death that we
have wrought be transformed into life?
Into new life?
Listen, listen and hear
dry bones, the word of the Lord.
The word that is life.
The word that is law.
The word that is love.
Take in the breath that
has been offered. Take it in.
The desert wind brings
storms.
The clouds gather.
The four winds
converging into one point.
One body.
And those we have slain
rise again.
Those we have slain are
claimed as “my people”.
“My people”
Says God.
These are my people.
And, they will live.
They will live to drink
the water of life.
They will live to birth
a new hope.
They will live.
Filled, imbued, with the
Spirit of God that gives life,
The Spirit of God that gives
life through the truth.
The truth that is the
love of God.
The love that cannot be
shaken.
The love that sets us
free from the grave so that we might live.
So that we might live—live,
not for ourselves, but for the world.
And, this is the Spirit
of Pentecost, the holy and life-giving Spirit that sets us free so that we
might live according to the love of God.
13th century Saint Mechtild
of Magdeburg, known for her ardent advocacy for the presence of God’s love,
wrote
“Love flows from God into man,
Like a bird
Who rivers the air
Without moving her wings.
Thus we move in God’s world,
One in body and soul,
Though outwardly separate in form.
As the Source strikes the note,
Humanity sings--
The Holy Spirit is our harpist,
And all strings
Which are touched in Love
Must sound.”
Like a bird
Who rivers the air
Without moving her wings.
Thus we move in God’s world,
One in body and soul,
Though outwardly separate in form.
As the Source strikes the note,
Humanity sings--
The Holy Spirit is our harpist,
And all strings
Which are touched in Love
Must sound.”
We live and move and
have our being within the context of the great and holy mystery of God’s love
made manifest.
Made manifest not
through law or judgement, but through the life-giving Spirit made tangible in
fire and wind.
Fire that transforms.
Wind that brings
change.
The
burning bush that is not consumed.
The
pillar of fire leading the Israelites by night.
A
baptism by fire.
And the
breath that brings life.
Calling us, leading us,
transforming us, creating us!
We are made for a
purpose.
We are called for a
purpose.
We are redeemed for a
purpose.
To live the love of God
that lives in us.
The self-sacrificial
love that sees the presence of God in all people.
That sees the presence
of God in each and every human breathing on this planet.
That sees in the broken
the Christ.
That sees in the hungry
the Christ.
That sees in the
persecuted the Christ.
That sees in the persecutor
the Christ.
Each and every human
breathing.
Part of the abiding
presence of God.
And, so we are guided
by the Spirit when we give our testimony.
Our testimony on behalf
of God.
Our testimony on behalf
of God’s people.
Our testimony on behalf
of anyone, anywhere, who has been denigrated as anything less than a beloved
child of God.
Mortal, can these bones
live?
Yes! Yes, they can
live!
And, thus our hope.
The hope that prevents
despair.
The hope that shows us
a way.
The hope that keeps us
moving.
The hope that shines a
light.
The hope that moves us
from death and into life.
For, hope keeps us from
settling.
Hope keeps us from
giving up.
We must have hope.
We must cling to it,
Search for it,
Live it
Act it
Be it.
Because hope doesn’t
settle.
Hope doesn’t bow down
before the powers of this world.
Hope doesn’t give up.
Because, if we settle
for death we will fail to advocate for life.
People of God, my
beloved people of God. DO NOT SETTLE.
Take this Spirit of new
life, so freely given, and be as the wind and the fire.
Taking what is and transforming
it into what might be.
I’m sure many of you
have heard the refrain that has become so common these past years,
“This
is not normal”
Gun
violence is not normal.
Misogyny
is not normal.
Racism
is not normal.
Lies
are not normal.
We have to remember this.
We have to remember this.
Because if we forget, that
God’s intention is unity grounded in love, we begin to abdicate our
responsibility, as Christians, to work towards that new creation of water and the
spirit to which we are called.
A new creation,
of
water and Spirit,
fire and
wind.
true
love and repentance.
A new creation that
casts aside our doubt and fear with the power of a Spirit that speaks so that
everyone can hear!
In this coming season,
the one we call “after the Pentecost”, I want each of us to spend some time in
prayerful consideration of how we will bring life to the bones of this earth.
To begin, I invite you to turn to page 832, of the Prayer Book. Prayer number
61, the prayer of of self-dedication,
Almighty and eternal
God, so draw our hearts to you,
so guide our minds, so fill our imaginations, so control our wills, that we may
be wholly yours, utterly
dedicated unto you; and then
use us, we pray you, as you will, and always to your glory and the welfare of your people; through our Lord and
Savior Jesus Christ. Amen.
Use us, to your glory.
Use us, to the welfare of your people.
And, in this may we be wholly yours.
Let the people say,
Amen.
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