Rather like the first time I realized my parents loved
me. Not something we ever said in my
family, and whenever I got into trouble for doing something mischievous, I was
sure my parents hated me. There were
times when I did wonder if they could love me when I dropped plates, spilled
milk, made a mess in my bedroom and other such monstrous misdemeanors. My
parents did love me in their quiet and undemonstrative way, and showed it when
I least expected it. Flying to Halifax
to see me convocated or tying up my shoes for me when I was eight months pregnant
or quilting a beautiful runner for my coffee table. Signs of love hidden like the apple’s star,
unseen until I looked at their actions in a different way. Many people are not
so lucky – the Blanket Exercise reminded me of the disruption of love caused by
residential schools and generational trauma.
Parental love is missing from many people’s lives. God’s love is not, even when it’s hard to
see.
Jeremiah knew that it was hard to see God’s love in
the midst of tragedy. He had been
preaching bad news for so long, it was unexpected to preach something different
to the people. And preach the idea of
God loving us not because we follow a rule book that God gave us. No, because God was reminding Jeremiah of
covenant, like a loving spouse married to a troublesome partner, but not
holding it against them when the partner breaks promises and gets things mixed
up. A partnership that God would not end
or abandon, and thriving would happen once more.
Jesus was preaching on a similar vein. God more loving than a nagged judge, more
patient than a wronged widow, in it for the long haul, in it because that’s
what the character of God is. Hard to
see that when we are in difficult times, when the world around us seems empty
of any sign of God. How do we keep going
with the news from Ukraine, or a premier who insults people facing real
discrimination for their race or gender identity or their physical or mental
abilities by comparing them to folks who knowingly chose to ignore science and
medical best advice? How do we keep
going when the price of an apple at the grocery store is now 1.50/lb or more?
Jesus was also preaching about prayer. And how important it is. How we need to persist like a nagging street
person at the gates of MaraLago demanding justice from a billionaire who wants
anything but justice.
How often do we pray for justice? How often do we nag God for fair play? It’s an interesting question. And how often does it feel like our prayers
are falling on a God who can’t hear us?
Probably more often than we think or like to admit to ourselves. It would be so easy to give up, to assume that
there is no one listening, that God doesn’t care, God judges harshly without
any love whatsoever. And yet, and yet.
She heard his
lackluster speech and stood up in the middle of it. She hollered a question so loudly everyone in
the room heard her. She said it over and
over until Douglass answered her. That
question changed everything. Douglass
remembered his passion, his love for justice.
He became reenergized and his speech energized everyone who heard
him. And it got him back into
remembering why he was there. The
question she yelled at him with so much passion?
“Is God
Dead? Is God Dead? Frederick Douglass,
Is God Dead?” “No,” Douglas replied, and that was the answer they all needed to
hear.
We need to hear it too. God is not dead! God loves us and will hear our prayers for justice. It’s not easy, it’s not fast, but God will answer. The world does change. Slavery does end. Women do vote. Love does change everything, maybe especially when it is as tiny as a star hidden in an apple!
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