Pandemic/God's favorite kind of places

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Clare L. Hickman

Lent 3A, March 15, 2020

 

If I were choosing my own readings for today: might well choose Noah’s Ark

          All those people making fun of Noah, thinking he’s lost his mind

                    He’s over-reacting … it’s just a little rain!

 

A great reading for the times

when big decisive actions are necessary

(but might look a little crazy)!

 

Still … the ones we have for today are pretty good too!

 

          Story of the Hebrews wandering in the wilderness,

afraid that they will die of thirst

 

Story of the Samaritan woman, who has had and lost so many husbands

(Oscar Wilde? “To lose one parent … may be regarded as a

 misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.”)

          And now must come to the well in the heat of the day,

                    Avoiding the crowds who came earlier when it was cool

 

Story of Hebrews/Sam Woman: stories, that is, of people who are feeling lost

          People who are desperate to know what to do and where to go,

People who are lonely

                              People who long for community,

People who are longing for life!

                             

The Hebrews are afraid … the woman feels isolated (is this starting to sound familiar?)

 

They are asking for water, but what they’re really searching for is God,

All looking around for God, and starting to despair

They are afraid that God has abandoned them

          After all, they are lost, they are alone

and things are feeling very precarious

 

         

Why did you bring us out here, the Hebrews ask,

if you were just going to let us die?

                    Are you even still with us?

 

          Where can I find God, the Samaritan woman asks Jesus

                    I know where my ancestors always went … but I’m not sure any more

                              because my life did not turn out at all the way I had planned

 

Where is God, we ask, as we walk into brand new territory

          When so many of the normal parts of our daily lives have been cancelled

                    Worse, when we’ve been told that they are dangerous!

 

Where is God when we are trapped in our houses,

and the walls are starting to close in?

Where is God, for people who have no house to be trapped in?

 

Where is God when we worry about every cough, every tickle in our throat

          Where is God when our loved ones actually become ill

                    Where is God when we look to other countries, with overloaded hospitals

                              And wonder, can that, will that happen here?

                                        Where is God, as we wait for the shoe to drop?

 

It’s an understandable question, any time the signs really aren’t looking good

          (which isn’t really a new phenomenon)

          When, like the Samaritan woman,

we find that relationships end, that people die,

that the community and social fabric we had counted on

has raveled and slipped through our fingers

          When, like the Hebrews,

                    We have set out into freedom, with all the hope and joy in the world

                              and found the landscape unfamiliar and frightening

                                        and we aren’t quite sure how to make sense

                                                  of this new life

 

When, honestly, we are in a wilderness of loss and grief

Of sacrifice, limitation, fear and uncertainty

Even God couldn’t blame us for looking around and seeing … nothing

 

No sign of water.

No promise of a future.

No assurance of the life we (could have sworn)

we were promised.

                    In other words: No God!

 

We look around at all this, and we tend to think just that:

God is clearly no longer with us!

But here’s the thing; here’s the good news:

Those are actually God’s FAVORITE kind of places:

 

The rocky, barren ones

          The closed off, fearful ones

                    The “maybe I should just take care of myself,

because things are bad and no-one is coming to help me” ones

 

Those are the moments, when our fear and our isolation threaten to destroy us

          Those are the moments when God will find a way

to strike the rocky ground of our lives

          and living water will spring forth!

 

Living water, that will never run dry

          Living water, that is anywhere and everywhere

                    Living water, that can sustain us in our wildernesses

                              and bring us out of our exile

 

You’ve seen it break forth, surely, in this past week

          In between the articles about flattening curves, and sites of infection,

and symptoms you should check for (and clearly have most of)

In amongst the stories of people who are hoarding,

          and those who are allowing their racism

to assure them “we” are immune

 

          There are also springs of living water

                    There are teachers who scrambled on 24 hours notice

to create learning packets for all their students to pick up

                    There are those who have already organized food pick-up

for kids on school breakfast and lunch programs

                    There’s our medical workers of all kinds, who are ready to “ride at dawn”

                    There are people who are playing guitar and singing on Facebook,

just to entertain and distract us

and those who are reaching out to shut-ins,

to see if they need anything, or just to say hello.

                    There are people writing prayers and poems reminding us that humanity

is often at our best in a crisis,

and that common sacrifice might just bring us together

when it seems like nothing else can

 

Maybe that’s why these are God’s favorite places in our lives

          Because this is when it’s easiest for him to break us open

                    To strike the ground, and let the living water gush upward

                              To see the Christ that has always been within us

                                        finally shine forth

 

When we are vulnerable, and that makes us reach out

to those who are even more vulnerable

          When we feel oddly cut off,

                    And that makes us want to connect more than ever

                              When we remember, that we are one Body

                                        That we cannot be the Body without each other

 

That our life is in Christ,

 is in each other, is in God

 

Sir, she begs, give me this water, so that I will never thirst again.

My child, he says, my life is already, always in you.

          We forget, just like she forgot, or didn’t realize.

                    But times like this remind us

                              These times, these wilderness times,

when we are lonely and afraid:

 

They are God’s favorite times

          And He is ready to strike the ground of your life (of our common life)

                    And let water burst forth in the desert!

                              May it be so, Amen.

Clare Hickman