Release to the Captives

September 28, 2012 in Uncategorized

Luke 4:14-30. He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to let the oppressed go free, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.

Tomorrow is the eve of release. I am still in disbelief. I do the next right thing, but do it in the midst of an out-of-body experience.

It reminds me of a memory of my dog, Chicken. She passed away when I was pregnant with my youngest son. She passed away the day I found out I was pregnant with him, actually. It felt like an energetic transaction, but I don’t let myself think on that too much.

There are too many things like that to think on. I can’t let myself get carried away. It has been a hard few years. Sometimes the associated feelings overwhelm. I can’t let myself get dark. It’s an effort; but it’s worth it. I don’t like to panic.

Anyway, about Chicken: she would ride the waves. I’d take her to Coney Island and throw sticks into the ocean. she loved to chase them, swim into the sea, and then ride the waves back, throwing herself on top of one to ride it into the shore. The tip of her black nose and prominent eyebrows were the only things visible when she’d swim. She was so beautiful. My heart still breaks for her. She rode the wave, gave up control for the sake of the experience.

I guess that is the bottom line. Let go of control. Let go of trying to make it how I think it should be. Ask God for direction in my life and be open to answers. Consider the principles of Jesus, and the example of his life. What does it look like to really lead with love, in every situation?

I love the Forward Day-by-Day. When I read it today, the scripture above reminded me of the principles of Jesus. They talked about the thousands of references in the Bible to economics, poverty and justice, God’s hot-button issues. Imagine, again, what it would look like to follow the principles of Jesus. The world would be so different.

My sweet dog, Chicken, gave her being to the wave. She followed its course. We pray for what we want, but I wonder what God wants; what if we followed that course?

I am not always sure how to know it’s inspired, but I have no doubt about this mission. This journey comes from a deep inward feeling of “inspiration”. I don’t know what tapped me into it: was it all the prayer or all the holy water? I kid; but I really, I feel like Chicken on the ocean. I’ve given my being to the wave, and I’m riding it to a far shore.

My friend, Jill, just spoke of how wonderful it will be for us on the other side. All the wonderful things I once enjoyed about city life will be ours, again. There was something deep in her understanding of how out-of-place we are here. This move really is setting us free. This is a hard place to be different.

It’s hard to be different when you are part of a faith community, too. (You know what comes next. I’m about to talk about the Episcopal Church.) In the Episcopal Church, they embrace the different. They are concerned with poverty and justice. They focus on equality. They have openly gay people serving in high positions in the church. The Episcopal Church is really come one, come all.

Every Sunday, we read it together from out liturgy. The open and repeated reference to justice and peace has snapped my heart to attention. I want to be a beacon for this. I used to pray, without the structure of a faith community, for God to allow me to be a beacon of love and compassion. The Episcopal Church seems to say, “Was this what you were trying to do?”. The answer is yes. Yes. Help me to spread the message that will release the captives, the one that gives sight to the blind.