I knew this was going to happen. I knew I would feel this way as the world begins to reopen. I woke up not feeling relieved. I woke up feeling as if a freight train ran me over. I am tired and achy. I feel as if everything is going in slow motion. The sun is shining here in Vermont. I look out the window and everything is so green — so full of life. The bluebirds are in the apple tree singing. I stand numbly watching and listening. A friend once joked that I live in some Disney movie with those birds singing around me. Hmm? That would make me a Disney princess. Dear god, help me.
But sometimes it can feel like I am in some romantic movie — a New York City editor who was so enthralled with the fashion industry back in the day, who lived in a pre-war, doorman co-op, who attended black tie galas for work, who dated her share of eligible bachelors, some of whom had a house in the Hamptons, only to have her share of heartaches that went with that shallow search for Mr. Right. Then one crisp early fall New York City day, I met God.
That chance meeting with God (okay, Presbyterian friends, slam my theology and say with God there are no chance meetings … ) led me to embark on a soul-searching adventure as I hesitantly stepped onto a path that was only walkable in barn boots. It was a path into ministry, rural ministry to be exact. Who would have thought that in a place where there were less people, less opportunities, less of everything, that I would find abundance — an abundance of love, new dreams, joy, grace and healing.
It has been life changing. It has been a blessing. But I have to admit, lately, I feel so disconnected from the real world. I mean, really, I have bluebirds singing in my apple tree.
I find myself asking God, what the heck are you doing in my life? How are you really using me to help heal this shattered world? Why am I in “safe” little Vermont with bluebirds all around me while the streets of Minnesota, Philadelphia, New York City, Nashville…name any city in the country and chances are it is burning, literally and figuratively with hate.
“Use me, Lord!” I cry. I want to be your peacemaker. I want to put the fires of hate out. I want to shout the Word of God on crowded streets, not in empty pastures. I cry, but is it only the birds who hear? Or even my neighbor’s cows?
In spite of how down I feel and, even in all my doubt and questioning, I still know that deep down in my heart God is using me, even if right now I feel just so darn useless. God has the plan. (Okay, there you go Presbyterian friends. I’ve just conceded that you are right. There are no chance meetings with God, but I will still defend my “accidental” in “Accidental Country Pastor.”)
I cry out and God hears because I am told that the Spirit intercedes on my behalf, even when that primal cry for guidance, help, comfort is stuck in my throat. God hears. Perhaps, then, crying out to Jesus is enough right now? Perhaps it’s the only thing I need to do when I have no idea what to do or what my next step is or how to help? Perhaps my cry is what the world needs? Could it be that the world needs your cry, too?
Today is June 1. I woke up feeling what I knew I would feel as the world around me begins reopening. I feel agitated. I feel sad. I feel numb. I hear the joy in the haircuts being scheduled, the restaurants opening and I feel as if I am being lost in it all as I silently scream, “Stop! Wait! We have a problem. We are far from healed. We are no closer to being healthy.”
We need to cry out to God for healing, not just from a virus named COVID-19, but from the virus of hate and racism.
We NEED time to pray, repent and confess. We need this time, this national day of mourning and lament, because the world is reopening. It is reopening painful wounds. It is reopening incessant hate. It is reopening injustices. It is reopening inequalities. It is reopening white supremacy. The world is reopening and I feel like crap. And so, I lament. I mourn. I stand in safe little Vermont and I cry out to Jesus. The bluebirds stop their singing. They hear. The cows stop their mooing. They hear as well. I continue to lament, mourn and cry. I do so because the world, so focused on reopening all the wrong things, needs to hear the voices of the faithful. We have had enough. We have seen a glimpse of God’s new creation. We were able to dream again and hope. But the world is reopening and the clouds are swiftly gathering again. And so, I cry knowing that God hears, even in safe little Vermont.
https://vimeo.com/424131502Our nation has passed a grievous point in history: 100,000 Americans have died from COVID-19. As people of faith, we cannot allow this grim number to go unnoticed.…
Words are powerful. Never underestimate what writing and speaking can do in the world or at least to your audience — small or large. As a gay man, I will say that there has always been intense hatred in the world, it’s only when it makes it on TV, the world is outraged. And lastly, there is a song from the 1996 Tony Award winning show, Rent, called No Day But Today. I like to listen to it from time to time to remind myself what is important and to center myself. Maybe it might do the same for you?There’s only us, there’s only thisForget regret, or life is your’s to missNo other path, no other wayNo day but todayThere’s only us, only tonightWe must let go to know what’s rightNo other road, No other wayNo day but todayI can’t control my destinyI trust my soul, my only goalIs just to beThere’s only now, there’s only hereGive in to love or live in fearNo other path, No other wayNo day but todayThere’s only us, There’s only thisForget regret, or life is your’s to missNo other road, no other wayNo day but todayNo day but today(No day but today)No day but today(No day but today)No day but today(No day but today)No day but todayIt is a scary time. Peace to you. Peace to us all. 🙂 God bless,Stephen Fratellowww.stephenfratello.com
Stephen, thank you for writing and for bringing that song to my attention. Yes, there is no day but today. And I needed that reminder that words are powerful. Again, many, many thanks. Blessings to you, Donna
>>“Stop! Wait! We have a problem. We are far from healed. We are no closer to being healthy.”<< My words exactly. I continue to pray and seek God through all of this. I keep hearing Him say, "you are where I have placed you. You are here for a time such as this." I will mourn and lament. I will wait.