Perhaps during the burning of the Notre Dame Cathedral, the gargoyles performed their duties well. Though much was lost, much was gained and retained. It brought the people out in large numbers as they cried, held hands and sang hymns in one voice.
Whenever the burnt-out interior was shown from Paris, the huge golden cross stood starkly for all to see. During this Holy Week, I thought of the song, “Because He Lives , I Can Face Tomorrow.” They said that even a well-known bee colony survived the fire.
The cross is still offering hope and serves as a silent reminder that it stands to address our wants and our needs. It reminds us of our brotherhood because in times of great fear and sorrow, we cling to one another.
And as the gargoyles worked overtime, much was salvaged, and billions of dollars have poured in from around the world. The towers still stand and much of the structure of this beloved building seems to be sound.
No matter how much we have gained materially, we still have a deep childhood respect for the church as a vital part of our community and civilization. Some may not have sung hymns in years because we have allowed our busyness and social media to run rampant in our lives.
But this frightening event made us all pause and realize how far we may have ventured off course. As we take things and people for granted, in times like these, we stop to reclaim our direction as we lean on what has proven to be tried and true.
Lynn M. April 20, 2019
Though you may be set aglow,
With plenty of things in tow.
At night when no one is near,
Your pillow’s stained with a tear.
You have compromised your soul,
For glitter? A painted bowl?
You have sold those close-by out,
Climbed the ladder with a shout.
Woe, to you who are selfish,
Over time, you look elfish.
You threw some under the bus,
So you could ‘gussy up’, plus,
Hanging with those out to wreck,
Weren’t you thinking? What the heck?
Lynn M. April 13, 2019
“… precept upon precept,
line upon line;
here a little and there a little.”
We can apply this quote as we wait on change. The lull time between high activity and down-time presents a perfect opportunity to look around at our immediate surroundings. We may notice those things that have quietly fallen into disarray during our busy seasons.
So rather than worrying about the outcome of impeding situations, this is a good time to fill up those spaces with meaningful, mini-projects. We can start a to-do list of things that need to be done and not sit in one place adding more wrinkles to our brows.
Perhaps, those closets need extra attention. Our wardrobes must be changed from winter clothes to spring wear. Or are there boxes still sitting somewhere in our abodes silently waiting to be unpacked and discarded? This is a perfect time to dig in and do some spring cleaning.
Many books are being written about becoming more of a minimalist. We can use this special time to define what needs to be done. It’s great chance to throw out surplus personal papers and organize whatever we decide to keep in our possessions.
As we stay faith-filled during our wait times, we can gain a tad of encouragement from John Burroughs’ poem Waiting. He writes:
“Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more ‘gainst time nor fate,
For lo, my own will come to me.”
Amid the flying dust or the upheaval of rearrangement of our things, we might be distracted by a beep signaling an email or text or a ringing phone. We simply pause from our work to answer and hear that there is indeed good news. There has been a breakthrough! After taking the message, we can smile and wonder, “Wow! Where did the time go?”
Lynn M. April 6, 2019