Monday, August 12, 2013

Love Wins

For a few days now I've been trying to sort things out so that I could write.  I'm not sure I'm sorted but I feel an increasing need to try to put thoughts into words.  For the last two weeks I have felt almost normal, then today I crashed again.  I have no idea why, I simply woke up sad and spent the day crying and trying to get myself to do something, anything.  That said, I now know this is simply part of the process and the one thing I know for sure is that this will change.  Again.

What I am most intrigued by are the ideas that have come together for me since attending the WildGoose Festival this last weekend.  It's a kind of Christian Woodstock, complete with rain and mud and music.  I was incredibly uncomfortable at first with all the church and Jesus talk.  I have never been easy with it and since seminary I have struggled even more.  But these folks are redefining church and Jesus, and while I still didn't feel comfortable, I found some ease. 

I often found myself feeling old, or maybe just sad that we are still working on the same ideas.  Much of what were new ideas to these folks where old ideas to me.  Folks talking about simple living and revolution and fighting for equal rights...all old stories but new again.  However, it was wonderful to see the variety of people and the respect they all afforded each other. 

All the large problems and movements can be overwhelming.  I become overloaded by all that needs doing in the world, in my own life.  And we must keep fighting those battles but I think the only way to do it is by simply doing the next right thing.  To look up each morning and do that next right thing that is in front of me.  And all those next right things turn into a life, a movement, a way to save ourselves and each other.  We can only take the hand of the person next to us and walk together for a bit.  We manage big movements with small moments of love, connection and caring.  When we really see each other, speak to each other in truth and love, we change the world.

But really, what I came away with was this:

Show up to your life.  Be brave.  Tell the truth.  Be kind. Love wins.

But most of all:

 Love wins.

1 comment:

  1. The Real Work
    by Wendell Berry

    It may be that when we no longer know what to do
    we have come to our real work,

    and that when we no longer know which way to go
    we have come to our real journey.

    The mind that is not baffled is not employed.

    The impeded stream is the one that sings.