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Epiphany: Where the Map Begins

December 30, 2010

Image: An Ancient Light © Jan Richardson

Reading from the Gospels, Epiphany ABC: Matthew 2.1-12

I love this time between Christmas Day and Epiphany. Although the prospect of moving beyond the holidays is always a bit poignant for me, I take comfort in knowing that the festival of Christmas lasts not for one day but for twelve, and there is still cause for celebration before we leave this season. This year in particular I am grateful for the opportunity to rest and reflect, and to do some dreaming as well as playing before I dive into the coming year.

In these blissfully quiet days, I have spent time curled up with a few books. One that I am especially savoring was a Christmas gift from my parents. Mapping the World: Stories of Geography, written by Caroline and Martine Laffon, is a beautifully produced book that traces some of the history of how we humans have sought to chart the universe, and our place within it, over millennia. With images of maps from ancient to contemporary times, the book reveals how maps are never neutral documents: they provide a glimpse of the beliefs, myths, legends, and sometimes prejudices of those who created them.

I have spent much time this year thinking about maps. In retreats, workshops, worship, and conversation, the question has surfaced again and again: In a world that we enter with no map in hand, no blueprint, no book of instructions, how do we find our way? In the Wellspring service, the contemplative worship gathering that Gary and I lead, we recently finished a five-part series titled “Mapping the Mysteries of Faith.” As we explored this theme and the questions that it stirred, the conversations we had at Wellspring were rich and refreshing. We didn’t leave with many answers—that’s not the point of the Wellspring service—but I found myself reminded once again of how crucial it is to have the company of wise travelers as we make our own maps.

With Epiphany on the horizon, I find myself thinking of the magi, those ancient travelers who went in search of the Christ. Wise to the heavens, they still possessed no map, no ready-made chart that laid out their course.  As Matthew tells it, all that the magi had to illuminate their terrain and guide their way was a star. This was where their map began: with a burning light, with a step taken, with the company of others gazing in the same direction.

In that spirit, here’s a new poem. Composed while I was curled up among the books, it’s for Epiphany, and for you.

Where the Map Begins

This is not
any map you know.
Forget longitude.
Forget latitude.
Do not think
of distances
or of plotting
the most direct route.
Astrolabe, sextant, compass:
these will not help you here.

This is the map
that begins with a star.
This is the chart
that starts with fire,
with blazing,
with an ancient light
that has outlasted
generations, empires,
cultures, wars.

Look starward once,
then look away.
Close your eyes
and see how the map
begins to blossom
behind your lids,
how it constellates,
its lines stretching out
from where you stand.

You cannot see it all,
cannot divine the way
it will turn and spiral,
cannot perceive how
the road you walk
will lead you finally inside,
through the labyrinth
of your own heart
and belly
and lungs.

But step out
and you will know
what the wise who traveled
this path before you
knew:
the treasure in this map
is buried not at journey’s end
but at its beginning.

—Jan Richardson

As we travel through these Christmas days toward Epiphany and the coming year, where do you find yourself in your map? What are you giving your attention to? Are you looking in a direction that enables you to see possible paths? Is there a turn you need to take in your map? Where might you begin? Who can help?

As we travel toward Epiphany and beyond, blessings and good company to you.

[2016 update: The blessing “Where the Map Begins” appears in Jan’s new book, Circle of Grace: A Book of Blessings for the Seasons.]

For previous Epiphany reflections, visit Feast of the Epiphany: Blessing the House; Feast of the Epiphany: A Calendar of Kings; Inviting Epiphany; and The Feast of the Epiphany: Magi and Mystery.

[To use the image “An Ancient Light,” please visit this page at janrichardsonimages.com. Your use of janrichardsonimages.com helps make the ministry of The Painted Prayerbook possible. Thank you!]

Into Advent

November 22, 2010


Where Advent Begins © Jan L. Richardson

The elves and I are busy in the studio, happily painting and plotting as we prepare for Advent to begin this Sunday. During the coming season, I’ll be posting new reflections and artwork over at The Advent Door instead of here at The Painted Prayerbook. I’ve already added a couple of entries there and would be delighted for you to stop by. I’m planning to post at The Advent Door several times each week and look forward to sharing the coming days with you. I have lots of other resources for Advent and Christmas; you can find out more here.

I am also thrilled to say that my new book, In the Sanctuary of Women, was published last month. You can find more info and place orders on the Books page at my main website, where inscribed copies are available by request. I have also launched a companion site for the book at sanctuaryofwomen.com. More than just a site about the book, sanctuaryofwomen.com is designed to foster conversation and community through such features as the Guide for Reading Groups and the Sanctuary blog. I’d love for you to visit!

And if you live in central Florida, please join us for a special holiday evening to celebrate the book’s publication. The gathering will be Friday, December 3, at 8 PM at First United Methodist Church of Winter Park (near Orlando). For further info, visit Sanctuary Celebration.

In this week in which we celebrate U.S. Thanksgiving, know that I am grateful for you. Many blessings to you as we cross into Advent.

The Feast of the Magdalene

July 21, 2010


Release: Mary Magdalene Freeing Prisoners
© Jan L. Richardson

We’re on the cusp of a splendid summer celebration: the Feast of Mary Magdalene falls tomorrow, July 22. So I’m taking a quick break from reading editor’s proofs and getting ready for my upcoming travels to wish you a most happy feast day.

The image above, which comes from my series The Hours of Mary Magdalene, depicts one of my favorite legends about the Magdalene. According to the medieval tale, Mary Magdalene—having moved to France and become a famous preacher—visits a prison and releases those who have been unjustly held captive there.

To help celebrate this woman whose story is so intriguingly intertwined with the life of Jesus, I’m sharing my sweetheart’s song “Mary Magdalena,” which you can hear by clicking the audio player below. It’s from his CD House of Prayer and is one of my very favorites.

A blessed Feast of Mary Magdalene to you!

Trinity Sunday: Into the Sacred Ordinary

May 25, 2010


A Spiral-Shaped God © Jan L. Richardson

Greetings from amidst the boxes! A month into my marriage, I’m finally getting serious about packing up the cozy studio apartment where I have lived for more than a decade. (It’s not just procrastination; I’ve had a few things going on!) I’m thrilled about having more space now that my sweetheart and I have moved into our new home, where I have a whole room that I’ll use as my studio/office. Yet I have loved living in the lovely, light-filled space of my wee apartment (300 square feet on a good day) and know there will be a certain poignance when I close the door here for the last time.

Sitting among the boxes during this afternoon of packing, taking a break with a cup of tea, I’m still thinking about the beginnings and threshold-crossings that I pondered here at The Painted Prayerbook a couple of weeks ago. As I wrap up (literally) the life that I’ve lived within these walls and carry my belongings and myself into a new space and a new season, we are crossing a threshold in the Christian calendar as well. In the rhythm of the Christian year, this Sunday is Trinity Sunday, which marks the beginning of the season that’s often called Ordinary Time. Ordinary Time is a loooong season that’s sometimes hard to get our liturgical brains around because there aren’t any major holy days that help us know where we are in the year and what we’re supposed to do. Yet this can be a rich time, because this season beckons us to ponder how and where we find the presence of the sacred in the ordinary dailiness of our lives.

For me, it’s a good time to be crossing into some new spaces both in the physical realm and in the terrain of my soul. Heading into this ordinary season (which, honestly, comes as something of a relief in the wake of the past months that have been wondrous but intense), I find myself wondering where I’ll meet the holy in the coming weeks and months. As I unpack these boxes and settle into the new rhythms that are emerging as Gary and I make a home together, how might the face of God reveal itself, challenging me to see in ways I haven’t seen before?

How about you? Where might God be hiding out in the midst of the moments—ordinary or otherwise—that will make up your life in the days to come?

As we move toward Trinity Sunday and into Ordinary Time, I invite you to visit my earlier reflection: Trinity Sunday: A Spiral-Shaped God. May you find many blessings amid the sacred ordinariness of the coming season.

In Which We Begin Again: Ascension & Pentecost

May 11, 2010

Marrying, moving, making a home with my sweetheart: these days are full of new beginnings. As I move through the changes and transitions that this season offers, I am mindful, too, that the Christian calendar is telling us much the same thing: this is a time that beckons us to start anew.

We are approaching the end of the Easter season. This week gives us the Feast of the Ascension (which falls on May 13; many churches will celebrate it on the 16th), and next week we will celebrate Pentecost. For the followers of Jesus, these two events—Jesus’ physical departure from earth and the descent of the Holy Spirit at the festival of Pentecost—were pivotal ones in the life of their community. These events called them to wrestle with questions they had not had to face during Jesus’ life. How would they follow Jesus when he was no longer physically present? What did it mean to become the body of Christ in this world? Enlivened by the Spirit, what new beginning were they being called to make?

As for the early followers of Jesus, and for all those who have sought Christ across the ages, the feasts of the Ascension and Pentecost beckon us to consider how God continually invites and inspirits us to begin again. These days challenge us to discern and imagine anew the life to which God calls us, both individually and in community. As we move through the coming days, what new beginning—large or seemingly small—might God be drawing you toward? What do you need in order to cross this threshold? Who could help?

Things may continue to be a bit sporadic here at The Painted Prayerbook as I cross this new threshold, settle in, and gear up for the travels and projects scheduled for this summer, but I look forward to easing back into the swing of things in cyberspace and being in conversation with you here. In the meantime, I invite you to stop by my earlier reflections for the feasts of the Ascension and Pentecost. Clicking the images or the reflection titles below them will take you to the posts.

Peace to you as we celebrate these festive days, and a blessing upon your beginnings!

Ascension/Easter 7: A Blessing at Bethany

Pentecost: Fire and Breath

A Blessing in Springtime

May 10, 2010


The Blessing Cups: Mary Magdalene and Jesus at Tea
© Jan L. Richardson

Hello, dear ones, and thank you for stopping by amidst my long absence from The Painted Prayerbook! What a wild and wondrous stretch of weeks (months) it has been. My sweetheart and I were married just over two weeks ago, on a bright spring day on the beautiful farm that has been in the Richardson family for several generations. It was an amazing day of being surrounded by family and friends who have shared this journey with us.

As Gary and I planned the celebration, the word that kept coming to mind was blessing. We wanted this to be a time of gathering up the folks who have been such blessings to us; to offer thanks; and for the day to be a blessing to them in turn. Toward that end, we invited a number of friends and family to offer blessings during our ceremony and reception. The words they offered—words of blessing for the community as well as for Gary and me—will linger with me for a long, long time.

I wanted to offer a blessing of my own for that day—to find some words to wrap around the extraordinary moment that Gary and I had been journeying toward for so long. Somehow, amidst the intensities of preparing for the wedding, some words showed up just in time, and I included them on the back of our printed wedding program. I offer them to you in gratitude for the ways that you bless me by sharing this path.

Here: A Blessing

Some other day, perhaps,
I could draw you a map of this place:
could show you the stand of trees
that has always seemed to me
haunted by those
whose arrowheads still surface
now and again by the lake;
could show you the spot
where eagles keep their nest;
the silo
where my grandfather and his siblings
carved their names
into the new concrete;
the place where I stood
the night the old depot burned.

But I think today is a day
for remembering
how all our history
comes down to our hands,
how we carry the lines
that our ancestors
pressed into our palms:
a geography of the generations
inscribed upon us like a map.

And so let it be
that before we leave
this place
this day
we lay our hands—
the cartography
ever etched into our skin—
upon this ancient terrain
in gratitude and praise

and then, rising,
turn them skyward:
a blessing
a benediction
a prayer
that the wind will carry
far and far
from here.

In these spring days (and in these autumn days, for my friends in the southern hemisphere), where are you finding blessings? How are you offering them in turn?

On another note, I want to let you know that as I move into our new house, I have a few pieces of art that I’m feeling ready to send on their way. These are pieces that have had a special place in my space and my life, but as Gary and I make a new home together, it feels like time for them to find a new home of their own. Perhaps yours? I have a few of the pieces remaining from the series The Hours of Mary Magdalene, along with The Lenten Series (created for Peter Storey’s book Listening at Golgotha), and am offering them at a reduced price for a limited time. Through June 15, pieces from the Magdalene series are available individually for $900 (originally $1200), and the entire Lenten series is available for $2400 (originally $3000). To view the Magdalene series, I invite you to visit The Hours of Mary Magdalene and click on the individual images to see what’s available. You can visit the Lenten pieces by clicking The Lenten Series. Thanks for giving thought to whether any of these images might be inviting you to take them home. If so, I welcome you to contact me by leaving a comment here (I won’t publish any comments related to an art purchase) or emailing me via my website at janrichardson.com. And know that art prints of these and other images are always available at that site and at janrichardsonimages.com.

Much gratitude and many blessings to you in these May days!

Celebrations All Around

March 17, 2010

In between wedding preparations (T minus 6 weeks and counting) and writing the final bits of my new book—both celebrations in themselves—I want to take a moment to give a shout out to two of my favorite fellows, whose feast days both fall this week: Saint Patrick (March 17) and Saint Joseph (March 19). To aid in your saintly festivities, here are a few resources.

For my reflection on St. Patrick, visit Feast of Saint Patrick. As an added audio bonus, here’s a wondrous song about St. Patrick by my singer-songwriter sweetheart. It incorporates the ancient prayer of encompassing known as “St. Patrick’s Breastplate” or “Deer’s Cry.” Click this audio player to hear “Patrick on the Water” (from Gary’s CD House of Prayer).

As I’ve been navigating the journey of making a life not only with my sweetheart but also with his son, I have found a good companion in Joseph, this amazing man who was willing to listen to angels, to rethink his decisions, and to care for the child of the woman whom he loved. Joseph has made a number of appearances in my artwork; I invite you to stop by and see him at The Advent Hours and The Advent and Christmas Series. While you’re visiting, you can listen to yet another wondrous song of Gary’s, this one about Joseph, from his CD The Night of Heaven and Earth. Just click this audio player.

Blessed feast days to you!

Upon the Ashes

February 12, 2010

Image: Ash Wednesday © Jan Richardson

Readings for Ash Wednesday: Joel 2:1-2, 12-17; Psalm 51:1-17;
2 Corinthians 5:20b – 6:10
; Matthew 6:1-6, 16-21

As we approach Ash Wednesday, I’ve found myself thinking about Sojourner Truth.

Born into slavery in New York around 1797 with the name Isabella Baumfree, the girl who would become Sojourner had ten or twelve siblings whom she only knew from stories told by her mother, “Mau-mau Bett.” Their slaveholder had sold away all the children except for Isabella and her younger brother Peter. In 1828, after being sold herself and later escaping, Isabella was emancipated and moved to New York City.

After living there for more than a decade, Isabella experienced a call from the Spirit to travel and lecture. She desired a new name that would reflect her new vocation. Saying that she had left everything behind, and wasn’t going to keep anything of Egypt on her, she went to the Lord and asked him for a new name. “And the Lord gave me Sojourner,” she said, “because I was to travel up and down the land, showing the people their sins, and being a sign unto them. Afterward I told the Lord I wanted another name, because everybody else had two names; and the Lord gave me Truth, because I was to declare truth to the people.” Sojourner Truth became a fiery preacher, orator, and abolitionist.

One day, while preparing for a speech at the town-house in Angola, Indiana, she heard that someone had threatened to burn down the building if she spoke there. “Then I will speak upon the ashes,” Sojourner replied.

They are a curious thing, ashes; they are terrible and remarkable by turns.

Ashes come as a reminder of the ways that humans across history have been horrible to one another, of how we have, with an awful finesse, reduced to literal ashes one another’s homes, buildings, cities, histories, and very bodies.

Ashes can also be a thing of wonder. This day in the Christian year, this day of ashes, tells us that ashes—dust, dirt, earth—are the stuff from which we have been made, and to which we will return. This day, and the season it heralds, seeks to ground us, to make us mindful of the humus, the humility, the earthiness of which our bones and flesh are made. And yet, in the midst of this, the season calls us to open ourselves to the God who brings life from ashes, who works wonders amid destruction, who cries out and grieves in the presence of devastation and terror, and who breathes God’s own spirit into the rubble. It is this God who breathes into us, calling our awful and glorious ash-strewn selves to speak words of life and freedom and healing amid violence and pain. Like Sojourner. Like Jesus.

As servants of God we have commended ourselves in every way, Paul writes in a passage the lectionary gives us for this day:

through great endurance, in afflictions, hardships, calamities,
beatings, imprisonments, riots, labors, sleepless nights, hunger;

and I can hear Sojourner, who knew such conditions so well, calling out in answer,

Then I will speak upon the ashes.

by purity, Paul writes, knowledge, patience, kindness, holiness of spirit,
genuine love, truthful speech, and the power of God;

and I can imagine Sojourner, speaker of Truth, crying out in response,

Then I will speak upon the ashes.

with the weapons of righteousness for the right hand and for the left;
in honor and dishonor, in ill repute and good repute.

I will speak upon the ashes.

We are treated as impostors, and yet are true;
as unknown, and yet are well known;

I will speak

as dying, and see—we are alive;
as punished, and yet not killed;
as sorrowful, yet always rejoicing;

upon the ashes.

as poor, yet making many rich;
as having nothing, and yet possessing everything.

Then I will speak upon the ashes.

On this day of ashes, we do well to remember that we, who are made of such stuff, are capable—every one of us—of inflicting pain and destruction. Thinking we are above it makes us all the more prone to it. Yet this day reminds us, too, that God knows what to do with ashes, knows what can come from them. As we cross into the season of Lent, how will we give our ashy selves to the God who longs to breathe new life into us and into the world? Where is God calling us to be a presence of healing amid devastation? How is God challenging us to stand against the forces that deny freedom, the forces that still, more than a century after Sojourner, seek the silence and captivity of others? What ashes is God calling us to speak upon?

In this season, what will we say?

May God work wonders amid our ashes in these coming Lenten days. Blessings.

[For earlier reflections on Ash Wednesday, please see The Artful Ashes and Ash Wednesday, Almost. To use the “Ash Wednesday” image, please visit this page at janrichardsonimages.com. Your use of janrichardsonimages.com helps make the ministry of The Painted Prayerbook possible. Thank you!]

Resources for the season: Looking toward Lent

Looking toward Lent

February 12, 2010

With Ash Wednesday just around the corner, it seems a good time to do a spot of housekeeping here at The Painted Prayerbook. I have a few artful offerings for Lent that I want to let you know about, along with some related news.

ORIGINAL ART: The artwork above is a series of charcoals that I did a few years ago for Peter Storey’s book Listening at Golgotha. Peter is a former bishop of the Methodist Church of Southern Africa and served as the chaplain to Nelson Mandela during his years in prison. In this book, Peter offers a powerful series of reflections on the Seven Last Words of Jesus. The original artwork is available for sale (as an intact series), beautifully matted and framed. Great for a church, chapel, or other space for devotion/worship, especially during Lent and Holy Week. For more information, visit The Seven Last Words Series. [Update: I am delighted to share that the series is now permanently installed at Duke Divinity School.]

ART PRINTS: All of the images from The Seven Last Words Series are available as prints; check out the Art Prints page on my website. Prints of The Lenten Series (illustrations from my book Garden of Hollows) are also available on my site, along with plenty of other images. You can also now order prints at janrichardsonimages.com (including prints of all the artwork on this blog); go to any image and click “Prints & Products.”

A LITERARY LENT: Published through my small press, Garden of Hollows: Entering the Mysteries of Lent & Easter offers artwork and reflections on the sacred texts and themes of the coming season. You can read excerpts and order at Wanton Gospeller Press.

IMAGES ONLINE: The site Jan Richardson Images makes all my artwork easily accessible for use in worship, education, and related settings. You’ll find lots of images for Lent and Easter as well as the rest of the year.

eNEWSLETTER: I send out an occasional e-newsletter. It includes a seasonal reflection, artwork, information about current offerings and upcoming events, and whatever else strikes my creative fancy. I would be delighted to include you in my mailing list if you haven’t already subscribed. You can sign up here.

COMING ATTRACTIONS: I’m looking forward to heading to Virginia to offer some events next week (if the weather is willing!) and will head to Washington State and Nevada later this year. If you’re in the vicinity, please come join us! More info at Upcoming Events.

GRATITUDE: Deep thanks to you for visiting The Painted Prayerbook and for the sustenance and companionship you provide along the way. Your comments, emails, prayers, and presence are manna on my path. Know that you are present in my prayers, and I wish you a most blessed Lenten season.

Feast of the Epiphany: Blessing the House

December 31, 2009

Image: The Wise Ones © Jan Richardson

Reading from the Gospels, Epiphany, Years ABC: Matthew 2.1-12

In the rhythm of the liturgical year, the season of Christmas comes to an end with the Feast of the Epiphany on January 6. The word epiphany comes from the Greek word epiphaneia, meaning manifestation or appearance. In Western Christianity, we observe this day primarily as a commemoration of the wise men who journeyed to see Jesus. In the East, Epiphany is a major feast day that celebrates not only Christ’s manifestation to the world through his birth and to the magi in their visit but also the way in which he showed himself forth in his baptism and in his first recorded miracle, the changing of water to wine at the wedding at Cana.

In doing some reading about the Feast of the Epiphany recently, I’ve been intrigued by a custom that is often mentioned in connection with this day of celebration: the blessing and chalking of the house. Many versions of the ceremony that I’ve come across include these elements:

-The reciting of a blessing upon the house (or other dwelling) and those who inhabit it

-The blessing of a piece of chalk that is then used to write a formula above the entry of the house. The formula incorporates the current year with the initials of the wise men (whose names are not recorded in scripture but were given by tradition as Caspar [or Gaspar], Melchior, and Balthasar). This coming Epiphany, it would be written this way:

20 + C + M + B + 10

(Some folks note that “C M B” can also stand for “Christus Mansionem Benedicat,” which means “May Christ bless this dwelling.”)

-The sprinkling of the door with holy water

Although it seems to be an ancient practice, I haven’t found any explanation of the origin of the custom. I suspect that, like many rituals, it has several layers of meaning and that its origin has more than one source. Certainly it has much resonance with the visit of the wise men to the home of Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, and the manner in which they blessed it with their presence and their gifts.

So I’ve been thinking about house blessings as Epiphany approaches, especially since Gary and I will soon be in search of a house of our own. We’re engaged to be married next spring, and I’m daily praying that God will lead us to a (spacious) abode that will welcome two adults, each of whom needs a studio at home (and a copious measure of personal space), and Gary’s teenaged son. (Did I mention we’re looking for something spacious?)

At the same time that I’m thinking of (and praying for) a physical dwelling that we will inhabit and bless, I also find myself imagining the coming year as a house—a space in time that is opening itself to all of us. How will we inhabit the coming year? How will we enter it with mindfulness and with intention? How will we move through the rooms of the coming months in a way that brings blessing to this world?

With these questions in mind, I offer this blessing for you.

The Year as a House: A Blessing

Think of the year
as a house:
door flung wide
in welcome,
threshold swept
and waiting,
a graced spaciousness
opening and offering itself
to you.

Let it be blessed
in every room.
Let it be hallowed
in every corner.
Let every nook
be a refuge
and every object
set to holy use.

Let it be here
that safety will rest.
Let it be here
that health will make its home.
Let it be here
that peace will show its face.
Let it be here
that love will find its way.

Here
let the weary come
let the aching come
let the lost come
let the sorrowing come.

Here
let them find their rest
and let them find their soothing
and let them find their place
and let them find their delight.

And may it be
in this house of a year
that the seasons will spin in beauty,
and may it be
in these turning days
that time will spiral with joy.
And may it be
that its rooms will fill
with ordinary grace
and light spill from every window
to welcome the stranger home.

—Jan Richardson

Wherever you make your home, may it be blessed, and may you enter this Epiphany and the coming year in peace.

[For other Epiphany reflections, please visit my previous post. If you’re working with the lection from John’s gospel for this Sunday (Christmas 2), please see this reflection.]

[To use the “Wise Ones” image, which is from my book In Wisdom’s Path: Discovering the Sacred in Every Season, please visit this page at janrichardsonimages.com. For all my artwork for the Feast of the Epiphany, please see this page. Your use of janrichardsonimages.com helps make the ministry of The Painted Prayerbook possible. Thank you!]