For those of you who remember the traditional description of sermons, I hope you enjoy the title of this blog. For those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about, you can ask in the comments. I actually wrote a couple of these poems last week during the time of Easter Weekend. The first relates to the emotions on the Saturday between the crucifixion and the resurrection. While we’red dealing with issues of isolation now due to COVID-19, I tried to imagine the isolation, fear, and sadness of the disciples as they were hidden away, locked out from the world in the upper room.
Saturday
Finished
Death
Dark
Isolated
Alone
Hiding
Fearful
Sad
Depressed
Angry
Tears
Wary
Finished
The next poem celebrates the resurrection as experienced on that first Easter Sunday
Mourning Turned to Laughter
An early morning walk
Filled with questions and tears
Who will do it?
An uncovered tomb
Empty
Angels question
Why seek the living among the dead
Worry turns to wonder and then to joy
Running with the news
Others still skeptical
Even after looking
Still fearful and more confused
All but Thomas
Saw Him
Felt His scars
Mourning turned to laughter
Lives transformed, empowered.
He lives
After I wrote it originally, I took out a couple of lines relating to Thomas. I’m one of the people who thinks Thomas gets a bad rap. I thought most of that took away from the poem. Still, I wanted to allude to the situation by noting that all the other disciples saw what Thomas asked to see later.
I wrote this next poem today. As we deal with the battle of some in the church to continue meeting in the midst of the COVID-19 outbreak as they proclaim that the church is essential, I thought a lot about the problem. While I had some decent thoughts about this, the Breakpoint commentary “The Non-Essential Church” helped me solidify my thoughts. What have we become as a church, that we need to fight about whether or not we’re essential. The last three lines of this poem are the point in the title.
Relevant
The church is dying
Or so we heard
It’s not relevant
In these modern times
When life moves
So fast
And we responded
So fast
And we became
Hip
With it
Relevant
And the church
Was full again
We rejoiced
We were relevant
In tune with the world
Then trouble came
And we were so relevant
We were no longer
Essential