Musings on faith and life from an Alaska Lutheran pastor.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

To Have Without Holding

This is my sermon title for the weekend (Aug. 31) and also the title of a great poem by Marge Piercy. She writes:

Learning to love differently is hard,
love with the hands wide open, love
with the doors banging on their hinges,
the cupboard unlocked, the wind
roaring and whimpering in the rooms...

I loved her poem title because it reminded me of all we cling so tightly to in our world of scary times. We cling to our hopes, market predictions, expectations of other people, our achievements and ideas of how the world should be.

What if, instead, of clinging, we loved differently, with hands wide open?

The Bible text for Sunday is all about Jesus telling the disciples not to cling to their lives, lest they lose them but rather give up their lives for Christ to find them.

I loved this online commentary by artist and writer Jan Richardson:

"Jesus compels us to find the particular path that will enable us to do the work of giving up all that separates us from God, from one another, and from our deepest selves. As Peter learned, this includes releasing our desire to dictate the actions of others in ways we are not meant to do, and letting go of our attachment to outcomes that lie beyond our control. “To have without holding,” poet Marge Piercy puts it. In one of the great paradoxes of the spiritual path, it’s this kind of denial—this kind of detachment—that makes way for our deepest connections.

So what are you attached to just now? How do you know when a treasured expectation, desire, or relationship has become a stumbling block? Who or what helps you recognize these blocks? What might you build from them? Can you imagine what lies beyond them?" (found online at: http://paintedprayerbook.com)

Amen, I say. And check out my sermon, inspired by Jan, this Sunday at Central Lutheran, 9:30 AM.

1 comment:

pb said...

Reminds of something an elder shared with me on internship. She shared with me the difference in our cultures. In her "eskimo" culture one might stop by a friends house, sit down on the couch as her friend is working in the kitchen. After some time she might leave having never said a word to one another, for it was simply enough that they spent time with each other. There was no expectation that the "host" provide a glass of water or any other sort of hospitality that I might expect going over to ones house.