cauldron living

Sometimes it feels like there is a cauldron stewing in my soul.  Have you been there?

There are ingredients to the roiling stew:  impatience with a movement grounded in love that seems intent upon placating over boldness, concern about the front page news, awareness of finitude and the ticking off of days of engagement with life, and maybe most keenly, a felt sense of call to an unknown adventure.

The roil is not a bad thing.  It means that we are alive and ripe and full of life flavor and possibility is.

The issue is keeping the heat even whilst the cooking is going on.

Spiritual practices are not optional during such times of creating.  Going to the gym or listening to music or reading delicious things or laughing and talking with trusted souls;  all of those things keep the awareness of bubbling possibility real but not overwhelming.

Faith is key ingredient;  faith that the Holy Creator who stirred up the soup that we are has a hand in the seasonings of soul.

There’s something going on.  It’s not just in me.  There is an awakening stirring in this world we share.  Hunger for wholeness is being named, awareness of empty and the insufficiency of the tangible is growing, and a sense of kinship with all is coming to consciousness.

From Egypt to Richfield, voices are being found and communities and sanctities being proclaimed.

The roil is real.  God grant us the wisdom to live this time of immense power and creativity.  The world, as the Canticle of the Turning sings it, is about to turn.

This is holy, holy time.

 

 

One thought on “cauldron living

  1. Pastor Elizabeth mentioned the Canticle of Turning in her blog above and I remember singing and loving the song so I went to find the words on line and decided to share
    them with you.
    Also here is the link to hear the song .. http://www2.spiritandsong.com/compositions/30269

    Canticle of Turning
    1. My soul cries out with a joyful shout
    that the God of my heart is great,
    And my spirit sings of the wondrous things
    that you bring to the ones who wait.
    You fixed your sight on your servant’s plight,
    and my weakness you did not spurn,
    So from east to west shall my name be blest.
    Could the world be about to turn?

    Refrain
    My heart shall sing of the day you bring.
    Let the fires of your justice burn.
    Wipe away all tears, for the dawn draws near,
    and the world is about to turn!

    2. Though I am small, my God, my all,
    you work great things in me,
    And your mercy will last from the depths of the past
    to the end of the age to be.
    Your very name puts the proud to shame,
    and to those who would for you yearn,
    You will show your might, put the strong to flight,
    for the world is about to turn.

    3. From the halls of power to the fortress tower,
    not a stone will be left on stone.
    Let the king beware for your justice tears
    ev’ry tyrant from his throne.
    The hungry poor shall weep no more,
    for the food they can never earn;
    There are tables spread, ev’ry mouth be fed,
    for the world is about to turn.

    4. Though the nations rage from age to age,
    we remember who holds us fast:
    God’s mercy must deliver us
    from the conqueror’s crushing grasp.
    This saving word that our forebears heard
    is the promise which holds us bound,
    ‘Til the spear and rod can be crushed by God,
    who is turning the world around.

    Lynne Alexander

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