9th Sunday after Pentecost-Proper 13A Rev. Melanie Lemburg
This week, while on vacation, I read a poem about hope. It reminds me of today’s gospel reading, the story when Jesus feeds over 5, 000 people with a few loaves of bread and some fish. The poem is by a poet named Denise Levertov and it is titled:
A
Shared Grain of Hope –
one
small crystal that gleams
clear
colors out of transparency.
I
need more.
I
break off a fragment
to
send you.
Please
take
this
grain of a grain of hope
so
that mine won’t shrink.
Please
share your fragment
so
that yours will grow.
Only
so, by division,
will
hope increase,
like
a clump of irises, which will cease to flower
unless
you distribute
the
clustered roots, unlikely source—
clumsy
and earth-covered—
of
grace.[i]
Think for a minute about the desperation
of the crowds, who follow Jesus to a place that is so remote, where they are so
unprepared as to not have brought food for themselves and their families. Think about the disciples, who are at their
wits’ end in knowing what to do for and with these people. Think about Jesus as he calmly tells the
disciples to give the people something to eat.
Think about the hope of whomever offered their small basket of food;
think about the hope this shared with the disciples to even consider offering
it to Jesus. Think about the gift of the
abundance of the food offered out of that hope, how it was spread and shared
until all were filled and the leftovers were gathered.
In a moment, I’m going to read the poem
again, and as I read it, I invite you to think about what small bit of hope you
have to offer the world this week, and think about asking God to open your heart
to how you might share a sliver of it so that it becomes an abundance.
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