It’s hard to express this past week in words… But the
feelings I have and the friends I’ve made are not likely to fade any time soon.
I have been filled in a way that is unlike any time before. And I think a lot
of this is attributed to the fact that friendships weren’t made through small
talk or the kind of music we enjoy, but the discussion of real issues around
the world and what we are called to do as followers of Christ.
Every night, right before bed, we were left with these
words: our call. Every time they were read, they found a deeper place in my
heart. I invite you to read them aloud to yourself. It is my hope that hearing
this will help you better understand the year to come.
Passover Remembered
By Alla Renee Bozarth
Pack nothing.
Bring only your
determination to serve
and your willingness
to be free.
Don’t wait for the
bread to rise.
Take nourishment for
the journey,
but eat standing.
Be ready to move at a
moment’s notice.
Do not hesitate to
leave your old ways behind--Fear, silence, submission.
Only surrender to the
need of the time:
to love justice and
walk humbly with your God.
Do not take time to
explain to the neighbors,
Tell only a few
trusted friends and family members.
Then begin quickly,
before you have time to sink back into the old ways.
Set out in the dark.
I will send fire to
warm and encourage you.
I will be with you in
the fire,
and I will be with you
in the cloud.
You will learn
to eat new food and find refuge in new places.
I will give you
dreams in the desert
to guide you safely
home to that place
you have not
yet seen.
The stories you will
tell one another around the fires in the dark will make you strong and wise.
Outsiders will attack
you and some will follow you,
and at times you will
get weary
and turn on each other
from fear fatigue and
blind forgetfulness.
You have been
preparing for this for hundreds of years.
I am sending you into
the wilderness to make a new way
and to learn my ways
more deeply.
Some of you are so
changed
by weathers and
wanderings
that even your closest friends
will have to learn
your features
as though for the
first time.
Some of you are not
changed at all.
Some are abandoned by
your dearest loves
and misunderstood by
those
who have known you
since birth.
Some find new
friendships
in unlikely faces, and
old friends
as faithful and true
as the pillar of God’s
flame.
Sing songs as you go,
and hold close
together.
You may at times grow
confused
and lose your way.
Continue to call each
other
by the names I’ve
given you,
to help you remember
who you are.
Touch each other and
keep telling the stories.
Make maps as you go
remembering the way
back
from before you were
born.
So you will be only
the first
of many waves of
deliverance on these desert seas.
It is the first of
many beginnings--your Paschaltide.
Remain true to this
mystery.
Pass on the whole
story.
Do not go back.
I am with you now
and I am waiting for
you.