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reflections and sermons posted here are the work of individual members of Holy Trinity. Opinions expressed are those of the writer or preacher and do not necessarily reflect an official or even popular opinion within the parish.
Whose time is it anyways?
SARA BOYLES
This morning I look out the window and anticipate snow covered streets. In the midst of the early morning dawn I long for the brightness, freshness and newness. It's not unlike waiting for Christmas. Many wait for the moment when the season turns to one of deep meaning and resonance. In order to achieve that we shop and visit, listen and watch, prepare meals and scurry about. Right things? Who knows. It is what most of us do in North America.
All around the world, in turn, every nook and cranny waits for dawn and new light. The sun still seems to move through our space even though we know better and have been taught the inadequacy of ancient world theories. How long will it be before our beliefs are proved lacking? Our children's children will live with different understandings and at least one less planet than we grew up with. Will they live with less war and more peace? Will they understand more completely the power of one or the corruption of many?
While the facts change it seems to me the truths stay the same and I sometimes do believe that everything we need to know we knew before kindergarten. We want to turn from darkness to light. There is comfort in gathering, story telling and song. We live, for the most part, in hope and anticipation of things to come. We learn from babies and children that a very effective way of living into the future is to live in the present. What does the grey, bare day offer me? Is there a cardinal sitting in a pine tree close by? Who surrounds me with comfort and care? How do my gifts appease the dark?
We have come miles and have gone nowhere. Sequential time is a human construct. We are in time, between time and behind time. Sacred time destroys the categories by pressing our noses into the miracle of the now with its messy parts, its pains and its joys. They don't live sequentially, they live together. May we be bold to protect each other's hearts and courageous enough to guard each other's dreams. The night is long. Daylight awaits.
Sara November 30, 1999 |
