April 7 - May 26, 2013

We're not sure what to call it, because it's really about all resurrection. The renewing of life, the hollowing out of what is no longer needed so that the new and alive can be seen and known. What if our lives are not for us alone? Then let go of assumptions, understandings, shapes and sizes that no longer can hold what God is creating.

Jesus' resurrection was mysterious, baffling, strange, beautiful. But then, so is all rebirth - all new life which comes from the hollowing out and remaking of the shapes and sizes that have been but are no longer enough to hold what God is creating. What can you make room for? How is the beautiful and mysterious being born in what may appear to be catastrophe, loss, death - but is really resurrection? Let's find out together. To help us explore these ideas, we are using a poem by contemporary American writer Christin Lore Weber.

"Mother Wisdom Speaks" 

Some of us, You will hollow out.
You will make me a cave.
You will carve me so deep the stars will shine in my darkness.
I will be a bowl.
I will be the cup in the rock collecting rain …

You will do this because the world needs the hollowness of me.
You will do this for the space that I will be.
You will do this because I must be large.
A passage.
People will find their way through me.
A bowl.
People will eat from me and their hunger will not weaken them to death.
A cup to catch the sacred rain …

Light will flow in my hollowing.
I will be filled with light.
My bones will shine.
The round open center of me will be radiant.
You will call me Brilliant One.
You will call me Daughter, Son, Who is Wide.
You will call me transformed.


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