The Painted Prayerbook

Let the same mind be in you that was in Christ Jesus, who, though he was in the form of God, did not regard equality with God as something to be exploited, but emptied himself.
—Philippians 2.5-7

From a lectionary reading for Palm/Passion Sunday: Philippians 2.5-11

Reflection for Friday, March 30 (Day 33 of Lent)

Blessing that Becomes Empty
as It Goes

This blessing
keeps nothing
for itself.
You can find it
by following the path
of what it has let go,
of what it has learned
it can live without.

Say this blessing out loud
a few times
and you will hear
the hollow places
within it,
how it echoes
in a way
that gives your voice
back to you
as if you had never
heard it before.

Yet this blessing
would not be mistaken
for any other,
as if,
in its emptying,
it had lost
what makes it
most itself.

It simply desires
to have room enough
to welcome
what comes.

Today,
it’s you.

So come and sit
in this place
made holy
by its hollows.
You think you have
too much to do,
too little time,
too great a weight
of responsibility
that none but you
can carry.

I tell you,
lay it down.
Just for a moment,
if that’s what you
can manage at first.
Five minutes.
Lift up your voice—
in laughter,
in weeping,
it does not matter—
and let it ring against
these spacious walls.

Do this
until you can hear
the spaces within
your own breathing.
Do this
until you can feel
the hollow in your heart
where something
is letting go,
where something
is making way.

—Jan Richardson

2016 update: “Blessing That Becomes Empty as It Goes” appears in my new book Circle of Grace: A Book of Blessings for the Seasons.

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I have passed out of mind like one who is dead;
I have become like a broken vessel.
—Psalm 31.12

From a lectionary reading for Palm/Passion Sunday: Psalm 31.9-16

Reflection for Thursday, March 29 (Day 32 of Lent)

In her book Everyday Sacred, Sue Bender tells of seeing a beautiful Japanese tea bowl that had been broken and put back together again. “The image of that bowl,” she writes, “made a lasting impression. Instead of trying to hide the flaws, the cracks were emphasized—filled with silver. The bowl was even more precious after it had been mended.”

For this Lenten day, I offer you this blessing:

Blessing for a Broken Vessel

Do not despair.
You hold the memory
of what it was
to be whole.

It lives deep
in your bones.
It abides
in your heart
that has been torn
and mended
a hundred times.
It persists
in your lungs
that know the mystery
of what it means
to be full,
to be empty,
to be full again.

I am not asking you
to give up your grip
on the shards you clasp
so close to you

but to wonder
what it would be like
for those jagged edges
to meet each other
in some new pattern
that you have never imagined,
that you have never dared
to dream.

—Jan Richardson

2016 update: “Blessing for a Broken Vessel” appears in my new book Circle of Grace: A Book of Blessings for the Seasons. You can find the book here.

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Morning by morning God wakens—
wakens my ear to listen as those who are taught.
—Isaiah 50.4

From a lectionary reading for Palm/Passion Sunday: Isaiah 50.4-9a

Reflection for Wednesday, March 28 (Day 31 of Lent)

Even when in pain. Even when enduring insult and injury. Even when his attackers try to shame him and make him less than he is. Even then, the speaker in this passage—the third of what are known as the “Servant Songs”—does not turn away from God. The Servant, whom interpreters have variously identified as the nation of Israel or as a single individual (the Christian tradition often viewing the Servant as Jesus), continues to place his trust in God.

In the midst of suffering, it can be tempting to turn away from God. We may blame God for our pain. We may turn inward upon ourselves when the most important thing we can do is turn toward those who can help us, including the One who does not will our suffering but who, as the Servant sings, stands with us when others are arrayed against us.

I am struck by how, even as the Servant sets his face “like flint” (verse 7) and is resolute in his convictions, he begins each day—”morning by morning”—by listening to the God who “wakens my ear to listen” and who has “opened my ear.” I am intrigued by the Servant’s combination of willingness and strength, by his desire to turn his ear toward God in patient listening even as he stands his ground.

The poet e. e. cummings closes his poem “i thank You God for most this amazing day” with these words:

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

In these Lenten days, how do we listen in this way? How do we turn toward the God who, morning by morning, desires to open our ears, our eyes, ourselves, that we may be fully awake in this world, and offer a word that will sustain those who are weary?

Blessing to Open the Ear

That as we wake
we will listen.
That as we rise
we will listen.
That before our first words
of the day
we will listen.
That when we meet
we will listen.

That at noontime
we will listen.
That at dusk
we will listen.
That at the gathering
of night
we will listen.
That entering sleep
we will listen still.

—Jan Richardson

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