Daily Office
The readings assigned to today by the Book of Common Prayer are:
Psalms
69 & 73
Revelations 17
and Luke 13:31-35.
A few excerpts
Psalm 69:
“Save me, O God!
For the waters have come up to my
neck.
2 I sink
in deep mire,
where there is no foothold;
I have come into deep waters,
and the flood sweeps over me.”
Verse
30:
“I will praise
the name of God with a song;
I will magnify him with thanksgiving.”
Psalm
73:3
“For I was envious
of the arrogant
when I saw the prosperity of the wicked”
Verses
16-17
“But when I thought how to understand this,
it seemed to me a wearisome task,
17 until I
went into the sanctuary of
God;
then I discerned their end.”
Revelation
17:14
“They will make war on the Lamb, and the Lamb will conquer them, for
he is Lord of lords and King
of kings, and those with him are called
and chosen and faithful.”
Luke 13:35
“Behold, your house is forsaken. And I
tell you, you will not see me until you say, ‘Blessed
is he who comes in the name of the Lord!’”
The emphasis seemed to be of pain, suffering, hope and
victory.
Then I read this FB post by a new missionary friend:
My Children’s Foreign Mother
He gazed at me through
darkened eyes,
This man who fled from war.
“I had to wait until my wife
Had died from all her sores.”
“Her sores?” I asked without a thought
Of how this mem’ry might
Uncover pain too deep – too raw –
Too close to fear and flight.
He blinked and turned his face away
As if to hide inside;
And then with measured words he told
Me how it was she died.
“You see,” he murmured quietly,
“We were from different groups.
When we were joined in matrim’ny
We were not split in troops.
But now the war has pitted us
‘Gainst one, and ‘gainst the other…
My people just could not accept
My children’s foreign mother.
At first there were just angry words
And insults flung her way,
But soon there followed slaps and blows
And threats if she should stay.”
But then things got quite out
of hand,
As I was pushed aside.
The mob was now out of control
And she was trapped inside.
I pushed and pulled and sobbed and cried
Until I found her there,
A bloodied mess of flesh and bone
With blind and vacant stare.
She did not die that fateful night,
But fought and fought for life.
How could she leave me all alone
With children, but no wife.
As in the dawn began to creep
Her soul began to leave…
One light come in and one go out…
A family left to grieve.
We buried her under the tree
Where we two once were wed.
And with her in that sandy grave
I lay my heart to bed.
And then we packed up all our things,
The little we still had,
And started out on foot towards
The good or t’wards the bad.”
“And now we live within a camp
Together with those who
Had dealt the blows that killed my wife
And left me with these two…
Little ones too young to know
Such sorrow and such strife;
Too young to know that they will ne’er
See her in this life.
How can I speak to them of heav’n,
When hell is all they know?
How can I speak to them of love,
When hatred brings us low?”
He sighed a sigh and closed his
eyes
Perhaps to recollect…
Was that a quiver in his voice
Detected, but soon checked?
He turned his face to me once more
As if with pleading eyes
He sought from me, a mortal man,
An answer to his whys.
“But there are some,” he softly said,
“Who suffer more than us…
You see the ones who dealt the blows
Now live among the just.”
“And they must look into our
eyes
Each and every day,
Their conscience pricked when every time
We choose instead to say
That we forgive and we still love,
In spite of all the pain
That by their actions they have caused…
For only one thing will remain…
For faith and hope, the Bible says,
Will all too quickly pass,
But love goes on beyond the grave
And on beyond our past.”
He slowly rose as if to go
But then he turned and said,
“I miss her so, my foreign wife,
And even though she’s dead,
A part of her I always see
Within my children’s eyes.
And when I think I may forget
I find her in their smiles.
And by their lives they testify
To one and to the other,
That bitter hatred could not kill
My children’s foreign mother.
It’s ok, I cried too.