The season of Pentecost is upon us. While this has sometimes been dubbed "Ordinary Time," there is nothing ordinary about the call for Jesus followers to be and become church. After a conversation with my colleague the Rev. Nancy Jose about the challenges of being church, and all of the uncertainty involved she sent me this poem by Jan Richardson. It is a powerful reminder of the blessing each of us has received. I share it with you.
Blessing That Undoes Us, by Jan Richardson
On the day you are wearing your certainty
like a cloak
and your sureness goes before you
like a shield or like a sword,
may the sound of God's name
spill from your lips
as you have never heard it before.
May your knowing be undone.
May your mystery confound your understanding.
May the Divine rain down
in strange syllables yet with
an ancient familiarity,
a knowing borne
in the blood,
bringing clarity that comes
not in stone
or in steel
but in fire, in flame.
May there come
one searing word--
enough to bare you to the bone,,
enough to set your heart ablaze,
enough to make you whole again.