Tuesday of Holy Week
How do we live by faith, in love, with hope, in the face of the incompatibility of the luminous mystery and the sorrowful mystery of human existence?
How do we live responsibly while fully aware not only of the sublimity of being and the grandeur of earth, but also of the daily dishonoring of being and the desecration of the planet?
How do we live with integrity knowing the human person is capable of both kindness and brutality, magnanimity and ignominy?
How do we faithfully participate in the liturgy of life when life is a wheat field of wonder, beauty, and joy entwined with the choking weeds of tragedy, cruelty, unjust and unnecessary suffering?
Not by fleeing from the contradictions or by trying to resolve them prematurely or by waving them away with some magical wand.
The only way is by leaping into the dark, embracing the paradox, holding the tension as the hardwood held Christ at the intersecting point of the world, nailed between the cross-purposes of despair and hope, as he carried the last laugh within his wounds, and as the tomb became the womb that housed his body which hosted his radical trust and our ridiculous trust that the insurrection of Divine pathos metamorphosize into the resurrection of Divine love, darkness spinning its silken thread until everything becomes one light and everyone becomes one love.
This ridiculous trust enacted, allowing ourselves to be spun as Christ was spun, is our daily bread and the hope for the world.
~ Dan Miller
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Amen brother🌈
Dan–you continue to cheer us on with such beautiful messages of hope and love. Thanks for such caring and love.
Thanks for the kind words, Gloria