(written for the closing worship of the Joint Bethany/ESR Faculty Retreat)
When hope is not pinned wriggling onto a shiny image or expectation, it sometimes floats forth and opens. ~ Anne Lamott
We honestly do not need to go hunting for hope, as if we’re trying to dig for earthworms in hardpan earth. It is easier to outsource our hope-hunting down at the bait shop where they’ll sell you an old yogurt container spiked with breath holes already full of what we seek.
To find hope where the land has grown hard as leather and dry as forgotten longing, we better hope for some weeds, a bit of organic matter, even old rot so that the earthwordms can eat and aerate and open and multiply, turning the impossible soil possible.
The Trinity shows up like the kids with lunch on their shirts and that tangy scent of the summer-child who always know the right places to hunt, dig and find. Let’s follow that.
We’ll discover under this curious guidance that we are the hope.
WE are the hope.
We are the ones who hold our hands cupped out, full of wriggling juicy possibilities…extended to our students and to each other. For there will always be those who want to learn and those who want to teach and wouldn’t you know it, we have the whole set up already.
We are the bait shop!
We are the happy dirty fingernailed kids,
We are the hope.
When hope is not pinned wriggling onto a shiny image or expectation it sometimes floats forth and opens. ~ Anne Lamott
Here’s to all of us!