It started last night. I’m reading Keeping the Feast which was written by Milton Brasher-Cunningham. Milton has worked hard at crafting his art form. He has had this book published and that’s an accomplishment (although not without its own work if you’ve read his blog – check it out at http://donteatalone.com/). This is what I read last night that called me “out”: “We belong to a God who is the source of creation and creativity, of nourishment and nuance, of community and connectedness. We are called to love the world and to feed the world with all the resources available in the divine pantry, to let our love for God and one another ripple around the world, and with all the imagination that can grow out of our conversations, to be harbingers of hope and hospitality.” Wouldn’t you have liked to write this? I would. Listen to the alliteration, listen to the passion, listen to the call…
This morning I read Yvonne Abraham’s piece in the Metro section of the Boston Globe. She writes articles about things that matter to people – not necessarily your proper “news” stories; likely your city newspaper has a similar columnist. The column told about a woman who came to Boston in 1965 (in her early 30s) from the Dominican Republic. Over the years she has become an activist for the Latino population in Boston, serving vulnerable people in neighborhoods, and raising large amounts of money for many projects; she has served on 70 boards! And as I read this I asked myself “What have you done? What will you yet do?” I was not feeling called to be…
Until that is, I went to church this morning. Over coffee I visited with someone whose mother has been forced into treatment for issues that were threatening her life, and her relationships with family members. I listened. And I was thanked for listening. That is what I do – I practice presence; I listen; often I am able to remember and ask follow up questions the next time I see the person. This will not get me on the best seller list, nor will it get me interviewed by Yvonne Abraham.
I share this not to be affirmed, but rather from a belief that I am not unique –that there are others out there in the world who are introspective, who from time to time doubt themselves. I opened a birthday card today (not realizing that’s what it was) and one line said “Cherish the person who is Gay Williams…” I’m trying to take that in. Kermit got the message. His lament about it not being easy being green concludes with these words:
“But why wonder why wonder
I am green, and it'll do fine
It's beautiful, and I think it's what I want to be”