Have you ever seen those
houses that looked dead? Broken window panes wink at you as you stand on the
other side of an otherwise attractive dead-end street with an esplanade of gum
trees. The door knobs and the mouldings and the floors and the walls all cry
out to be brought back to light and life. When faced with such a sight, do we
feel as though we need or maybe want to revive such a building.
Jesus brings someone back
from the dead in every gospel. I’m not going to pretend to know whether these
things happened as written, but I’ll promise you this: no matter how broken and
breathless and apparently all over being useful to anyone we may feel, God has
the power to lead us from death to life.
To go back to the house. Let
us thing about it as if it is chosen for one of those restorations on a reality
TV show and you are the one to bring it back to life. For six weeks, you would
go to the sad, dirty house every day and work with painters and carpenters. You
would choose paint colours and wash nicotine-coated walls and pull up old
kitchen floor tiles.
Maybe you have come to the
tasks on the waning edge of a long postpartum depression complicated by the end
of a marriage. As you work, train your attention on your identity and if you
have been through a marriage breakup, as mother or a father to any children you
may have. You may need a place to live. You may need a place or space to come
back to life in.
Ever noticed also this line
in the story of the widow of Nain: “And the bearers stood still.” For me it
reminds me of those times when my heart stands still. In this great darkness as
we work and finding new life and space we make room for the Holy to pass
through the midst of death like the flaming torch and smoke passing through
Abraham’s sacrifice. Like Abraham, we can drive away the birds of prey while
waiting in a darkness deeper than time.
This is where I perceive the
new thing, here, in this empty space. And the bearers stood still. In prayer, I
stand still. All I can do is give myself to that secret, newly emerging from
the darkness.
Luke tells us Jesus raised
the young man because he had compassion for the mother. God loves us that much,
too, and never gives up on us. It may not come in an instant. Sometimes the way
back is as painstaking and ordinary as pulling up one floor tile at a time. But
hear the good news: no matter how broken and breathless and apparently all over
being useful to anyone we may feel, God has the power— and the desire— to lead
us from death to life.
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