As a part of my daily practice, I have been sitting with verses from the Christian tradition in the morning after meditation. \u00a0This morning I was sitting with a few verses from a Psalm and one verse from the Signs Gospel.<\/p>\n
“Psalm 77:17-21 \u00a0The waters saw You, O God, the waters saw You and were convulsed; \u00a0the very deep quaked as well. \u00a0Clouds streamed water; \u00a0the heavens rumbled; \u00a0Your arrows flew about; \u00a0Your thunder rumbled like wheels; \u00a0lightening lit up the world; \u00a0the earth quaked and trembled. \u00a0Your way was through the sea, Your path through the mighty waters; \u00a0Your tracks could not be seen. \u00a0You led Your people like a flock in the care of Moses and Aaron.<\/strong><\/p>\n Signs Gospel 19:17 \u00a0So they took Jesus who carried the cross for himself, out to the place called Skull (known in Hebrew as Golgatha).”<\/strong><\/p>\n It always amazes me what captures me when I put two seemingly unrelated things together, how they inform and speak to one another. \u00a0This is not the first time I have had reference to the Exodus and Jesus\u2019 crucifixion show up together and I have found deep meaning in reflecting on those two events. \u00a0Both are concrete stories illustrating transformation. \u00a0The Israelites are led out of Egypt, out of slavery and bondage into a barren wilderness. \u00a0It is here that they are provided each day the food and water they need. \u00a0It is here where they complain wondering if this wandering is better than the bondage they came from. \u00a0Moses himself never realizes the promised land of milk and honey. \u00a0I wonder for Jesus as he entered knowingly into the violence that would take his life, what his manna was in that wilderness. \u00a0The Israelites had a cloud to guide them by day and a pillar of fire by night. \u00a0What guided Jesus and gave him the strength to pass through his own barren wilderness to the cross and then into return to the Holy? \u00a0For those who believe in resurrection and transformation what must it have been like to be released by death from Jesus\u2019 body? \u00a0Would it feel like liberation into another wilderness? \u00a0Would it feel like the fullest essence of milk and honey?<\/p>\n The verses from the Psalm this morning caught my attention imagining the effect on the water of seeing God. \u00a0That God was leading through this chaos, this place of creation leaving no visible tracks speaks to me about the invisible forces that move in and around us when the Sacred happens in and to us. \u00a0Everything has changed, but nothing seems to have changed. \u00a0 This is another of those places that I envision as possibly terrifying, but also maybe exhilarating. \u00a0It is that same infinite point of life\/death. \u00a0And in the middle of this chaos, I see Jesus, carrying his cross himself, walking consciously with love. \u00a0It makes me wonder, what is my cross? \u00a0Is it a burden and a punishment as I was taught or the threshold into milk and honey and liberation so profound that I can\u2019t see it or imagine it? \u00a0It may just be a mystery that cannot be put into any kind of words, a way to say yes, a way to be authentic no matter the cost. \u00a0Tonight I just want to stand still for a moment, to choose again the mystery I carry. \u00a0I just want to be drenched by the waters and feel completely alive in the quaking deep\u00a0and the streaming waters and the lightening. \u00a0Tonight I will let these images and words play in me and dream the trackless path till I rise in the morning to face another day of wonder and challenge.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" As a part of my daily practice, I have been sitting with verses from the Christian tradition in the morning after meditation. \u00a0This morning I was sitting with a few verses from a Psalm and one verse from the Signs Gospel.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-171","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-category"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/171","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=171"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/171\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":173,"href":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/171\/revisions\/173"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=171"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=171"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=171"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}