On Fridays, the folks at Rev Gal Blog Pals post a Friday Five–five random questions blog pals are supposed to answer. Sometimes I play along. Sometimes I go off on a tangent. Today I’m randomizing the random.
4. What piece of music, song, hymn, etc. are you diggin’ right now?
At this very moment, as I look out on the sun casting its morning light on the Austrian pine across the street and the honeysuckle not far from my window, I’m hearing and, truth be told, humming along to “When Morning Gilds the Skies.
Here’s another question that tickles my fancy:
If you were a Panda Bear that could speak O.k., even that is too random for me. You are moving to a new office. You can only take five books with you (pretend there is no thing such as kindle, nook, etc.). What would they be BESIDES teh Bible, which is already written on your hearts?
Howard Thurman’s The Centering Moment is first in my stack of five books I wouldn’t be without. I often begin my day with words from Thurman.
“We are reminded in many ways of the quiet ministry of the spirit of the living God in our lives and in life that abounds around us. The little healings of the silent breaches, the great redemptive acts when times are out of joint, the lifting of our horizons of hope when to have hope seems to be against all wisdom and against all judgment, the stirring of the will to forgive when for so long a time we have been buried under an avalanche of great hostilities–there are so many ways by which the ministry of the living God tutors the spirit, corrects the times, gives lift to the days. (55)
The Instructor said,
Go home and write a page tonight. and let that page come out of you– Then it will be true
…Being me, it will not be white. But it will be a part of you, instructor. You are white– yet a part of me as I am a part of you….
I’d put in my little bag of essential books Ann Weems’ Psalms of Lament for she gives words to thoughts I hold but cannot voice or form into words. In “Lament Psalm Three” she asks,
How large a cup of tears must I drink, O God? How much is enough? Must my cup grow and overflow even as I drink from it until it becomes as deep as a well and I can’t swallow any more?
I turn again and again to Walter Brueggemann when I’m at a loss for words. In Lenten moments of my life, he’s my go-to man. How comforting his “Marked by Ashes” is:
….On this Wednesday, we submit our ashen way to you— you Easter parade of newness. Before the sun sets, take our Wednesday and Easter us, Easter us to joy and energy and courage and freedom; Easter us that we may be fearless for your truth. Come here and Easter our Wednesday with mercy and justice and peace and generosity.
We pray as we wait for the Risen One who comes soon.
I’ll end this Friday Five with a poem from Hafiz:
If It Is Not Too Dark
Go for a walk, if it is not too dark. Get some fresh air, try to smile. Say something kind To a safe-looking stranger, if one happens by.
Always exercise your heart’s knowing….
There’s more to that poem, but I’m going for a walk with Faith and Tex. Who know’s maybe a safe-looking stranger will happen by.