This Sunday our theme, in response to the events on Parliament Hill on October 22, 2014 is "Sing, Be, Live, See..." The theme is inspired by the beautiful and rooting Choral Anthem, "Earth Song" . by Frank Ticheli
Sing, Be, Live, See…
This dark stormy hour,
The wind, it stirs.
The scorched earth
cries out in vain;
O war and power
You blind and blur.
The torn heart,
cries out in pain.
But music and singing
Have been my refuge.
And music and singing
Shall be my light
A light of song
Shining strong: Alleluia!
Through darkness, pain and strife, I’ll
Sing, Be, Live, See…
This past week, the rhythms of our collective lives were disrupted by the events that unfolded at the tomb of the unknown soldier and on parliament hill. Many in our circle today, found themselves “locked down”. It was disconcerting and events such as this are memorable and have impact on our being.
A little over two years ago, I sat amongst the foothills of Mount Elgon in Uganda. I was sitting outside the dorm room which I had settled my backpacking body for the night. It was a beautiful sunny morning as I sat at a small picnic table, gazing across the valley. Opposite were three remarkable waterfalls that careened down the African hillside before me.
As I sat, I opened a book. It was a book I had never read before but it was the very book I needed to read in that very moment. I am holding it in my hand, A Lever and a Place to Stand: The Contemplative Stance, The Active Prayer.
This was not a book I had brought with me on my backpacking sojourn, it was a book, dare I say, “God” provided me.
So just how many mountains have your prayers thrown into the sea lately.
As a child, I grew up in the literalist world castigating myself because my doubts were too great and my prayers were too weak to move mountains. It just didn’t work. And as a child I was inevitably puzzled because God has given up on the “parting sea” business. Looked like a pretty good “gig” to me, and I could identify a few seas that needed some parting.
As an adult, I have come to appreciate the power of symbol and myth as our ancestors in the faith put words to their mystical experiences of sacred presence.