Crossing Boulevard

with Rev. Rachel


Not everyone can get behind the idea that our own death is a force with which we are reckoning; heck, a good many of you may wonder why you ought to think about something that isn’t really an issue for you. Pastor, I’m frying other fish.

Among the reasons that a theologian takes kindly to the psychologist in the room is this likelihood: The student of human behavior is quite comfortable affirming the God-studier’s hunch that something can be a problem for us--it can exert a force, exact our energy--without our permission.

That’s where I am, this week. I am feeling free to wonder about the things below the surface affecting my way in the world.

As to why I am open to receiving insight through atypical avenues, God only knows. This bit by Suzanne Guthrie, for example. Her thoughts will not get me standing up straight and raising my head to the full extent of Jesus’ invitation (v.28). But maybe my interaction with her reflections is an early indicator of what might be? If I show up to the next 29 days...

She contends that the church helps us to show up to the grace of God by offering us the chance to face our deepest fears. On Sundays like this one the community puts texts before us that give us the opening to say, you know what, maybe I am afraid. And maybe fear is in fact operative in me.

God knows you and I better than we know ourselves. The Spirit uses the household of faith to pull us out of that place where we aim to “stay oblivious”. Entertain the possibility.

What might that look like?

Letting the Word do its thing. Not apologizing for the crazy-talk that comes to us through Scripture at the beginning of the church year. Trusting the texts to reveal to you or another beloved community member “that one great worry in the shadows”—so that they might, with upright posture and a lifted gaze, experience the something wonderful on the other side.

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