Sunday, July 14, 2024

Coming back with a poem called Secret.

 

Secret

Debbie Blane

7/7/2024

 

Nowadays most people probably think of

Rome

 

As the home of the Church…..

(and yes, this is going to be one of my fam ám ous mini (I’m thinking of Mini Pearl here) sermons)

But it is not.  The home of the church that is.  (This is definitely a mini sermon.)

 

No, no, no, no.

 

The home of the church is in Jerusalem.

It is called the Church of the Sepulcher.

 

Let us start at the very beginning though….

To do that of course we would have to go back to creation

And that would take all day and all night,

So I will tolerate

A short cut.

We will begin in Bethlehem.

In Palestine.

I do marvel sometimes that the Church of the Nativity

Which is erected over the manger where the baby Jesus was

                                           Born,

Has survived 2,000 plus years.  It is not quite that old,

But close enough.

 

In the lower level of the church there is a beautiful gold star

It has been laid over the place where the trough that

Served as crib

In which he was laid

Was sure to have been.

In the manger.

In the barn below the family of the innkeeper.

 

I am a poetic theologian, not a theologian historian

So I am likely taking

Some small pieces of

Poetic              

               license……..

do not , I say, do not

begin giving me the fifth degree

or the fourth,

or whatever the heck it is.

 

Over details.

 

Now we go to Jerusalem, to the Old City.

2,000 years ago it would have been by foot.

It would have taken some time.

For different reasons

And yet,

Not unlike today

With the checkpoints of illegal occupation by Israel,

No longer Rome…..(which occupied Palestine 2,000 years ago)

Where roads are blocked,

Babies are sometimes born waiting to get through

People die from their heart attacks that cannot wait the hours

That are forced upon them

By arrogant young Israeli Defense Force soldiers.

 

So now in our mind’s eye we come to the last days of

Jesus’ earthly dwelling.

The Holy Sepulcher still has worship services

Of very many different kinds

I have been to several of them.

Amazed to worship in places that are so very,

Very,

Ancient. 

When Jesus was crucified it was in a garbage dump outside of the city known as Golgoltha,

The Rock of Calvary.  (Later the dump was brought within the city walls and became a part of this church in the fourth-century)

Jesus was buried in the Holy Sepulchre,

An unused tomb of a Jesus believer,

And when he rose from the dead on Sunday morning it was

Within the confines of the same

Holy space.

Thus.

The. Secret.  (Not really a secret because it is known.  But if one contemplates it in one’s heart it is like a secret that grows and blooms and speaks to the heart of the one in whom it is planted).

 

The Church of the Holy Sepulcher is the place

Where Jesus was crucified

Buried

And rose again.

 

Thus it is the home of Christianity.

Rome is Empire, which in many ways

Is entirely a different thing.

 

I have been to the church several times.

I remember one of the last times thinking,

How amazing that it has become familiar,

Like a church on my own block at home.

 

How blessed am I to have been in the place of the

Birth.

Been In the place of the

Crucifixion

Burial

And Resurrection.

Not once, but several times to both.

I have also been to Rome

And Vatican City

To the Sistene Chapel.

I was there in 2006 on one of the rare days when the

Museum

Is free , no admission charged

So I went, free, paying no admission

 

I remember thinking,

How can fundamentalists not understand

That God’s ways

Are not

Our ways?

????????????????

 

Looking back I am grateful

That I already understood

The Bible

Not

       To   

              Be

A science book

Or a history book (okay, sometimes I struggle a bit with this, I admit))

And I wonder,

Do they have many fundamentalists show up at the

Museum?

Do they have to call ambulances very often to take

Shock victims to hospital

Or break up fights when fundamentalists try to,

You know,

Destroy a display?

 

Anyhow.

It is time for me to end.

While the genocide in Gaza continues I am not able

To take my poetry away from the

Suffering people

So we shall continue to see

How God works through me in this.

End of mini sermon.  Ameeeeeeeeeeen.

      

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