1 Kings 19:4-8
Proper 14 (19) - Year B
Elijah was so depressed he couldn't get out of his furze bush (NJB). He was so depressed he had to be fed. Then he would lie down again. Again and again, I suspect more than just twice, an angel came to encourage him to again visualize and enter the mythology of life (the 40-ness of life) beyond the reality of the details and the stacking of events against him.
May you be as encouraging as the angel, first dealing with the basics of food and moving beyond that to the meaning of life as journey.
As you journey back to the basics of your faith experience, your Horeb, may you be opened to not simply repeating but breaking new ground that brings together formerly impossible constructs such as the sound of silence so you can hear anew by paying attention to the context for the meaning of particular notes.
http://www.kairoscomotion.org/lectionary/2003/august2003.html
1 Kings 19:4-8 or 2 Samuel 18:5-9, 15, 31-33
Psalm 130 or Psalm 34:1-8
Ephesians 4:25-5:2
John 6:35, 41-51
Somehow our desire and greed for life has gone bitterly astray. We run until we are surprised by a noose disguised as a tree; until we fall exhausted of all reserve; until we find ourself in the disinterested grasp of despair; until our waiting only brings forth more waiting.
So it has been for us and for all of our image (read G*D). The imitation of our own image imagines another way beyond the stillness of an overly humid day with a hazy gray sky hanging featureless over our heads.
This alternative presses back against the anger of unmet desire and greed - limiting it to this day, this moment; presses back against our thieving actions until they come out another side as sharing. In shorthand, we "live in love" and shift our experience from claiming others as our daily bread to being such daily bread - unconcerned for cosmic, heavenly authority for so being, and simply believing/claiming/acting eternally in each moment available.
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["-- Who can tell truth from falsehood any more?
I say it, and you feel it in your hearts:
no man or woman on this big small earth."
- e.e. cummings]am I not
but the gene pool
of mother and father
narrowed down
to one option
masquerading
as all other optionsam I not
a feast
for generations to come
opening a broadening way
willing one form
to dive deep
into each next