The post-Easter stories of the gospels are about moving out. Jesus tells his loved ones and to followers that they need to get going…to tell, to be, to share, to serve. And they do, they spread out all over the world!
I watched in horror and then in gratitude this week after the bombs exploded close to the finish line at the Boston Marathon, horror at yet another act of violence, but gratitude for all those who got going to help and to heal. Running police and fire officers, bystanders racing to get resources, people offering phones, clothes and shelter. Even though the race was officially called off, people still kept moving in service of wholeness and healing in whatever ways they could. Easter provides energy and power to keep moving. All of the individuals in all the agencies who kept up the faithful pursuit until its finish seemed, from the distant remove of the media, not to flag or grow weary in well-doing. It was invigorating and blessed to hear stories trickle down about care being offered from hospitals with specialties to ordinary folk in neighborhoods offering shelter and food, both in Boston and in West, Texas.
After a trauma, or even just after a sea-change, I sometimes feel paralyzed, even as the tumult and the noise carries on. Whether it is to wrap myself up in a scarf to savor the good news or to hide away from the scary things that still go bump in the night, there is a part of me that wants to retreat, to hunker down; maybe it is just an Introvert thing! But I am seeing how much Easter energy is a propulsion into action. So I ask in prayer what needs doing in my world?
I have many luminous exemplars around me. Among faith communities to which I am connected, I have heard of the following adventures in the last week: a mission trip to Costa Rica, a trip to Nicaragua to become sisters and brothers in Christ with people who are followers of Jesus, a trip to New Orleans to keep the rebuilding and recovery going all these years still. I have listened to people talk about leading groups for those who are grieving, gathering friends to introduce them to good news through the medium of art, and teaching older saints to pray, those who feels as if they don’t have the skills.
I am going this week–going out and away on a trip across the United States to places I have not seen and family whom I love. It’s part pilgrimage, part reunion, part curiosity seeking. But as I have prepared I have realized that each moment of the trip is an opportunity to be an Easter presence and to act with the energy of new life that Easter brings. It requires as ever my attentiveness, my awareness, my intentionality and my open-heart. When I return to home and blog in two weeks, I hope I will have once again encountered bread for the journey and strength for each day in such a way that joy abounds in my me and in those I meet!
God be in my head and in my understanding. God be in my eyes and in my looking; God be in my mouth and in my speaking; God be in my heart and in my thinking; God be at my end and at my departing. (Sarum Prayer)