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\"Drawing<\/a>God is a wild old dog \/ Someone left out on the highway<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2014Patty Griffin \u201cWild Old Dog\u201d<\/p>\n

It is the first week of spring and I sit in the small cemetery on our community property. The bench underneath me is green and mossy from the confusion of a mild winter that left us with buds in February and tornado warnings in early March. The daffodils are the earliest signs of life as they begin to bloom around the small gravestones here, some of them marked for infants who died just after birth.<\/p>\n

All these natural metaphors are not lost on me: I am seven months pregnant with our fourth child, mourning the death of my dad and the death of our community. After our baby is born, we are likely to move on from this place to another, packing with us all the excitement, grief, worry, and hope we cannot leave behind.<\/p>\n

Life, death, suffering, and blessing are huddled so close together that they often resemble one another. It can be confusing to pick through them.<\/p>\n

Maybe it is because of my privilege that I don\u2019t wonder where God is in all of this: even if my husband is without a job for a few months, we still have family and friends and savings to fall back on. Or maybe it\u2019s because I\u2019ve discovered something strange about God in the midst of all this confusion and grief.<\/p>\n

The first time I heard Patty Griffin\u2019s song \u201cWild Old Dog\u201d which characterizes God as a dirty mutt left abandoned on the highway, I cringed a little. It felt blasphemous to talk about God as a scabby dog that no one needed anymore. I don\u2019t know what Patty Griffin intended with her song. It could be she meant to tell us that she and the rest of us don\u2019t need God anymore, that God isn\u2019t doing us any good here so the old rascal should be left to freely roam the highways.<\/p>\n

Or maybe Griffin meant something else, something even despite herself.<\/p>\n

I wonder if I initially bristled against the idea of God as a dirty rejected dog because I couldn\u2019t stand to see my clean holy God described in such a way. Or was it because Griffin is revealing more to me about who God really is than I want her to, about the godly things I have been tempted to reject? This pristine God is one of my own making, the God I\u2019ve tried to domesticate and keep clean.<\/p>\n

But I suspect that many of the mystics would relate to this less-than-pristine image of God. After all, St. Francis found a holy God when he kissed the leper on the road, dressed in raggedy clothes, and slept in the dirt. Dorothy Day discovered God among the slums of New York City during wartime, and in communitarian farms that offered food, work, and shelter to a group of lonely, hungry misfits.<\/p>\n

Francis and Dorothy found the God who is really wild, who can\u2019t help hanging around with ragamuffins and catching their diseases. I have found God in a suffering people who grieve together, in the midst of my own sorrows and subsequent dark thoughts, on my knees crying out for relief.<\/p>\n

In the person of Jesus, it was finally revealed that God is willing to be dirty and sick, willing to be kicked and beaten and left for dead. God is willing to dine with those the rest of the world marginalizes. And if we allow it, God will show us that we are no different.<\/p>\n

I suspect the image of God as a dirty dog made me uncomfortable because I was striving to be holy like God in the wrong ways. And because I have, at times, passed by a chance to meet the God who is wandering at the edges.<\/p>\n

Thankfully, this wild God has not abandoned me.<\/p>\n

The proof is in this graveyard, which is often unkempt, the forest behind it thick with fibrous honeysuckle vines that belie their sweet name. This is not honeysuckle\u2019s natural habitat and it\u2019s invaded the forest with stubbornness. Still, the vines don\u2019t approach the graves. I don\u2019t know if someone has come to cut them back or if the vines just recognize the wild and sad sorrow that brought these graves here.<\/p>\n

Like the forest around the graves, grief is such a knotty mess that the effort of untangling\u2014like brushing through the matted hair of a dog that\u2019s been roaming through the underbrush too long\u2014is tedious and painful. Maybe that\u2019s why God meets me here in this melancholy place, in a cemetery where so much sorrow has been buried in the earth, in a community where so many have suffered abuse and neglect, and in my own grief.<\/p>\n

This is where God is revealed: in the infinite suffering love that pours out of the divine heart. God is helping me to stay put and lean into the holy tangled beauty because God too is wild and this is where wildness resides.<\/p>\n

\"GL<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

Christiana N. Peterson grew up in Texas and received a PhD in Creative Writing from St. Andrews University in Scotland. She has published pieces on death, fairytales, and farm life at Art House America, her.meneutics<\/i>, and cordella<\/i>. She lives with her family in the rural Midwest where she is learning the joys and challenges of church and farm life. You can find more of Christiana\u2019s writing on her blog at christiananpeterson.com<\/a> and follow her on twitter.<\/p>\n

Above image is James Ward\u2019s \u201cLady Londonderry\u2019s Dog,\u201d used with permission under a Creative Commons license, via Wikimedia Commons.<\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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