When I last wrote about “Liminal Space” a comment was made that just maybe it is faith and hope that get us through those difficult times in our lives. This is true! I never delved into that part. But, what better week of the year than Holy Week; to look at how our faith in a loving God is how we survive the darkest points in our life journey.
It is when we hit that nether period of life that one begins to truly understand the “Paschal Mystery”. We sit in the garden with Jesus. We cry, understanding the betrayal of those we thought cared about us. No one would even sit with us or stick up for us. Even our best friends walk away from us. We pray Psalm 51 “Be my Savior again, renew my joy. Keep my spirit steady and willing.”
At our lowest times as we search to find a way out of the darkness, we cling to Christ on the cross. There are moments we feel dead. We cry out to God, “Why have you forsaken me?” There seems to be no way out of the tunnel. Often times this is when people fall into a dark tomb of depression. On these occasions we need to find the professional help of a therapist or spiritual director to listen and guide us. We cannot make this journey alone. But it is hope, hope that morning will come again that keeps us fighting. We believe that our Creator surrounds us with love and mercy. “Put your hope in the Lord, be strong, let your heart be bold”. Psalm 27
And at some point we begin to feel whole again. Resurrection happens. We experience light. Colors seem brighter. We are delighted by life. We relive the passion, death, and resurrection of Jesus every time we go through a struggle in our own lives. The Paschal Mystery is part of us and us it. Rejoice Jesus is alive within us!!!
I leave you with a prayer called The Soul of Christ to pray and reflect on this Holy Week.
Soul of Christ, sanctify me.
Body of Christ, save me.
Blood of Christ, inebriate me.
Water from the side of Christ, wash me.
Passion of Christ, strengthen me.
O Good Jesus, hear me.
Within your wounds hide me.
Permit me not to be separated from you.
From the wicked foe, defend me.
At the hour of my death,
call me and bid me come to you
that with your saints I may praise you
For ever and ever. Amen. –
“Mercy is the willingness to enter into the chaos of another.” Jim Kienan, SJ.
A few weeks ago I stumbled upon this quote and have been pondering it ever since. I think all too often we get caught up in what the works of mercy are and how doing them is beyond are our time schedules or comfort zones. And so we do nothing!
This quote tells me choose just one person and be truly attentive to their needs. Think about the friend who suffers from chronic depression. Visit her at least once a week. Have a cup of tea with her. Bring her some brightly colored flowers.
Is there an older couple or a single elder person in your neighborhood or church? Adopt them. Invite them over for dinner. Bring them to Sunday brunch with you and your friends. Many older people are just lonely, and need friendly faces to depend on to come to visit. Maybe they need a helping hand with buying groceries or mowing their lawn.
I feel those who need mercy are right next to us. Do you have someone whom you work with each day who seems stressed? Instead of being angry at them because they don’t get their job done right why not ask them if everything is alright at home. Are they caring for an aging parent or maybe a child is having problems at school?
Blessed are the merciful for they will be shown mercy Jesus tells us in the Beatitudes. I know all too often I am overwhelmed when I see all the desolation, disease, and violence from war-torn countries through the media. Just how can I begin to help anyone in this world experience the goodness of God’s love? But I do believe if we start with those around us we will see life begin to change for the better.
Your questions to reflect on for the week:
- When has someone entered the chaos of my life? How did it make me feel? Was I more willing to help others after that experience of being cared about?
- Think of three different people that I could reach out to right now. How will I begin to do that? What are my feelings about doing this?
There is a place many of us get pulled into at some point in our lives. It’s called a Liminal Space. It is that space in between, of waiting, a time of transition and not knowing what is coming next. Limens is the Latin word that means threshold. It is a thin space. Some may describe it as Holy Ground.
Our culture doesn’t like times or places of transition. We are functional, rational, and everything and everyone needs to have a plan. But for most of us there comes a time in our lives when all of sudden nothing follows the agenda. An illness, death, a relationship or job change forces us to look at ourselves in a whole new way. We are left floundering, not knowing how to move forward.
This is when we are called to sit in this liminal space. Life doesn’t allow us to go backward and we have no idea how to move forward. So we have to mourn, be confused, and deal with the ambiguity of life. We are called out of our comfort zones and to find new coping skills.
I sat in this space about eight years ago when my husband and I moved to a new city because of his job change. I made the move whole-heartedly for him, but left behind a city I had lived in for almost thirty years. We had raised our children there and we had a house we cherished. When we arrived at our new home I was overcome with grief. Everything I had known since college was now gone. I missed my friends, our church, even the stores I shopped in. A moment I so vividly remember is standing in Target crying because I couldn’t find the toaster waffles. Even the Target in this town wasn’t laid out like my old Target.
Gradually we met our neighbors, I started writing classes, and we found how much we enjoy attending the theatre. We like living in the city now for what it offers. But I had to mourn what I had left behind and at times still do, for I had said good-bye to the first half of my life when we moved. I had to have breathing space to let myself feel the loss.
Some questions for you to ponder:
- When have I been called to sit in Liminal Space and look at my life in a new way?
- How am I different today because of what I went through during that time in my life?
Psalm: 43:4 says “Let us go up to the altar of God, the God of our gladness and joy” Many themes had come to my mind to write about this Lent, but the only one I can even get close to this week is Joy.
You see my husband and I became grandparents for the first time last week when little Hugo was born to our son and daughter-in-law. I have never known such a feeling of blessing and happiness before. He lives over 1200 miles away so we’ve yet to hold him, but already I feel a deep connection to him through pictures and in talking to our son. This little being has brought a spirit of lightness and delight to our family. His birth is a sign of hope and future of another generation to come. Yes, his new presence is Joy among us!!!
And then I’ve begun to think where do I find joy in my everyday life? What do I look for to bring me this same kind of lightness of spirit? Am I constantly grateful for my blessings? All too often we get held down by the drudgery of ordinary living. We forget that there is such goodness around us that we can find hope in.
Sometimes I just look around my neighborhood for examples of joy. Whether it is the children playing in the newly fallen snow, the squirrels running up the trees, or the robin that tells me spring soon could be here. God provides us with such delight that we cannot help but rejoice in the life around us.
Joy is a fruit of the Spirit. Just check Galatians 5:22. Do you pray for this gift? I know I have to often. I know when I’m feeling all “dark and twisty inside” like a popular TV character is described, I have to ask God to be happier about life. I pray to come out of the darkness of my moods and see the goodness and light. I often go to Psalm 27: The Lord is my Life and my Salvation, who need I fear. Yahweh is the fortress of my life, of whom should I be afraid?
So maybe a new baby hasn’t joined your family like ours, but do let go this week and let the Spirit bring you reasons to be Joyful!
Now for your questions to ponder and write about:
- What was that one major event of my life that has brought me true joy? How did it change my life? Write about that experience.
- Where do I find joy in my life every day? Write a prayer of thanksgiving to God for the goodness around you.
As always free to post your responses in the comment section below.
Growing up I always knew the first verse of “Amazing Grace” to be different than what others sang. “Amazing grace how sweet the sound, that saved and set me free. “Maybe it was my Catholic background. We didn’t talk about ourselves being wretched beings. I liked it the way we sang it and still do, for it is God’s grace that has freed my heart from fear and longing. It has taught me I am treasured by God.
Grace is that moment when you know you are surrounded by God’s presence, an instant of clarity where one can almost touch the divine. Our Creator embraces an individual to let us know God communicates his love through our earthly experiences.
Grace is when you hold a new born baby in your arms. It is when you look into the eyes of your beloved for the thousandth time and it feels like it did when you first met. Grace is when an adult child comes home whom you’d thought you lost. It’s holding a dying parent’s hand knowing they are at peace and ready to go home to their Lord.
The Sacraments have a long tradition of being an outward sign of God’s grace. The oil of Anointing of the Sick strengthens us to endure illness and suffering. Several years ago receiving this just before surgery I knew in my heart I would survive a serious diagnosis. Each time we receive Our Lord in the Eucharist we are nourished in our daily lives. As Jesus feeds us with his Bread of Life we are gifted with a sacred awareness of Him.
Grace transforms us by its power. It’s a point of breaking through for our soul to believe God forgives us, and truly loves us as we are. It can heal the woundedness inside us. It makes us whole.
When I started this blog I wanted it to be about Writing as a Spiritual Practice. Each week during Lent I will choose a specific theme to write about and then give you some prompts to ponder and write about for yourself. So consider the prompts and feel free to share your responses in the comment section below.
- I knew I was experiencing Grace when…
- In my life Grace set me free when…..
Blessings on your Lenten experience, feel free to share my blog with a friend.
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