Emptying Out, In Time of Distance
Finally, it is just the Other and me.
I was used to having others around,
couldn't figure out up from down,
failing to see the Other as a “Thee”.
How do we share our vulnerability,
under all the heavy layers of habit,
keeping each other amused? Grab it
away, unmask our tired pleasantry!
Holding each other fast at the Ford
of our Jakkob, we make a promise
to not let go until we give to bless,
binding ourselves with a new cord.
We'll not cross alone dark rivers;
but long for what a future delivers.
The Hebrew Testament Revised Common
Lectionary Lesson for Sunday the 2nd of August, (Proper 13
A, Ninth Sunday after Pentecost) continues the Jacob saga. Jacob must
meet his future with the brother Esau, whom he betrayed decades
before. He is at the Ford of the river Jabbok, named for the Hebrew
word for “emptying out”. Here, he will separate himself from his
family and all his possessions, empty out. Here, he will empty
himself out to meet with God in the darkness. Here, he will wrestle
with an “Angel”, which I see as a circumlocution for God by the
editors of Genesis. In this struggle, Jacob will not let go until he
is blessed. When I have seen sculptures of this wrestling, it is
difficult to tell if this is struggle of mastery or an embracing
struggle of love; or it is both/and. To me, it is also a story about
how we have a relationship with others and how we have a prayer life
with God. Every night is a River of Jabbok night, when we have to
cross the next day into an unknown future.
In this time when we have the Pandemic
and we are intensely isolated. The old habits we have of spending
time with our neighbors, going to work, randomly running across
aquaintences in the daily rush of life, are dying. Things are not the
same. We are used to the pattern of returning howe to ask and answer
the question, “What's new?” But as we have not left the house, we
have to go deeper into ourselves to share what is “new” to us.
Church has changed with the concepts of
Physical Distancing and we miss the old ways. Another way of looking
at this time is of a birthing of something new, because we have this
nagging belief, that while things do die; there is a resurrection.
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