The Seventh Sunday of Easter-The Rev Melanie Lemburg
Easter 7B_2021
May 16, 2021
The first time I visited the Mississippi
Gulf Coast after Hurricane Katrina was when I was interviewing for the rector
position to which I was eventually called.
The Senior Warden at the time took me on a tour as a part of the
interview process, and as we drove up and down the battered landscape with
properties along the Coast still in various forms of destruction or even
completely empty, I also noticed the trees, which had their own story to
tell. So many live oaks up and down the
coastline had gauges cut into their trunks where the storm surge had battered
them with large debris (which included boats, cars, parts of houses…). I asked the Senior Warden about the trees,
and he told me how so many oaks had been toppled by Katrina and the storm surge,
and lay on their sides, roots exposed, among the wreckage. He told me about how he and others had come
in soon after the storm with some of their large construction equipment (he was
a homebuilder), and they used that equipment to push the oaks back upright, so
that their massive roots were once again planted in the soil. “We couldn’t save all of them,” he told me,
“but we were able to save some.”
Throughout my years there, I looked fondly on the battered and scarred
trunks of some of those oaks, the testimony of all that they had endured and
continued to endure as trees planted near the shore and also as a testament to
the kindness of the people who sought to help and restore them in their time of
need.
Today is a sort of in between time in
the life of the church. This past
Thursday, we marked the feast day of the Ascension, when the resurrected Christ
left his disciples for the last time as God lifted him up to heaven; and next
Sunday we will mark the feast day of Pentecost, when the Holy Spirit first
descended upon the disciples after Jesus’s ascension.
Jesus has left and the Spirit has not
yet come. We don’t really know what to
expect, what will come next, but we know things will be different. And so our collect for today holds something
of a plea: “Do not leave us comfortless” we pray. And we cling to the assurance of the Psalm,
that God’s people will be “like trees planted by streams of water,/
bearing
fruit in due season, with leaves that do not wither; /
everything
they do shall prosper.”
We are not strangers to the in-between
times, the liminal times. This whole
past year has been an in-between time, and even as things are much more
hopeful, we still find ourselves in between what was, what has been, and what
will be. We don’t really know what life
will look like in the coming months, although we have glimmers, and we
definitely know if will be different.
I’ve had numerous conversations with
people these last couple of weeks about unexplained emotions and behaviors that
are bubbling up from us in this liminal time, this in between season. Many of you are experiencing heightened
irritability or anger; some of you are feeling unexplained sadness, weariness,
or lethargy. I suspect these may be the
wounds and scars on our souls from this past traumatic season.
“Do not leave us comfortless” is a
prayer that may resonate with us now more than ever as we seek certainty and
understanding in the midst of the continuing changing landscape and as we begin
to assess the damage and look for ways to begin to heal.
On the feast of the Ascension this past
week, I read a sonnet on the Ascension by Malcolm Guite, Anglican priest and
poet, where he writes of Christ’s ascension:
We
saw him go and yet we were not parted
He
took us with him to the heart of things
The
heart that broke for all the broken-hearted
Is
whole and Heaven-centred now, and sings,
Sings
in the strength that rises out of weakness,
Sings
through the clouds that veil him from our sight,[i]
I’ve been pondering this image of
Christ’s heart that broke for all the broken hearted that now sings in the
strength that rises out of weakness and the promise that we have been taken
with him to the heart of things.
There
is certainly comfort there for me to think of Christ’s heart that continues to break
for all whose hearts are breaking here and now.
And there is comfort to think about the ways that our strength can rise
out of weakness just as Jesus rose from the grave in the resurrection and
ascended into heaven. It’s an image not unlike
those old oaks trees, battered and bruised, lying on their sides after the
utter devastation of a hurricane, until someone came along and cared enough to push
them back upright to bury their roots once again in the soil.
Sometimes, we are so much like those oaks, in
need of help, comfort, care from others, with our scars from this
last year on visible display through our unexpected feelings and responses. And sometimes we are called to by like the
ones who brought in the heavy equipment for no reason other than they saw a
need and sought to help, because it is what you do when you see another creature
of God’s failing and floundering.
This week, your invitation is to pray
about and ponder what your response is to our plea to God this week: “Do not leave us comfortless!” Are you being called to open yourself to help
and healing that may be offered from unexpected sources? Or are you being called to be one of the
helpers? I suspect we are all called a
little bit to both in this season. How
might we be called to help heal what has been damaged and wounded in each
other—through active kindness, listening, patience with each other,
forgiveness…
[i] https://malcolmguite.wordpress.com/2021/05/12/a-sonnet-for-ascension-day-10/?fbclid=IwAR3z6m1dQhlH5Ify_4PwQqzmLEKe-fxZWaQOk-do1g1-15Jw446v8orEu1E
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