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Rest and Be Restored.

This was the sermon I preached in spoken word/slam poetry style yesterday at Community Lutheran Church in Sterling, Virginia.

Pastor Annabelle P. Markey
Year B – Second Sunday after Pentecost
Mark 2:23-3:6
Community Lutheran Church, Sterling, VA – June 3, 2018

 

For everyone
Who yearns to be known,
To be loved,
Appreciated,
Shown,
That they mean something –
Life rippling like rings
In a pond,
Making a difference
Before they’re gone.

Rest and be restored.

For everyone
who’s longed for,
No,
Who’s craved,
A chance to stop and breathe
Fresh air,
Filling the lungs
Expanding the chest,
Providing a way
To push on.
One day more.

Rest and be restored.

For those whose labor
Grinds them down
Day in and day out
The same old sound
The type of keys
The ring of phones
That person with the voice that nags
The boss who says,
As your confidence sags,
“you’re not enough.”

Rest and be restored.

For those who love and care
Patiently,
Patiently,
Patiently,
Waiting, wondering,
Fighting as they bear
Another’s burdens
Daring to hope,
That health will reappear
That death won’t draw near.
That time will remain
Suspended.

Rest and be restored.

For the person
who would love
To clock in and clock out
To have a job
That pays the bills –
Permits them to use their skills!
Joy in an honest wage
Not refused because of gender, race, or age,
But honored and respected for
What they’re able
To bring to the table.

Rest and be restored.

For those enslaved,
Ensnared,
For whom the chains of
Poverty,
Hunger,
Injustice,
War,
Trafficking,
And abuse,
Are weighty, clunking, clinging things,
Forged in the calloused hearts
Of other children of God.

Rest and be restored.

In the beginning,
God spoke into being
The earth spinning,
Life abundant and thriving.
Sun,
Moon,
And stars,
Shining, striving
To reflect
That awesome shimmering, splendor
Of their Creator.

Waters foaming, coursing,
Lands verdant and fertile,
Teeming with
Fanciful fish and flocking fowl,
Creatures towering and tiny,
All singing,
Dancing,
Laughing,
In praise
Of their Creator.

And on the sixth day
We entered the picture,
God-breathed dust people
Crafted to care for creation:
Love God
Love each other.
Fashioned,
Handmade
In the image
Of their Creator.

 

And then God rested.

 

So why don’t we?
Freed from slavery
In Egypt,
The people were told
Rest,
Reverence,
Remember,
Reset,
Let
Slaves,
Strangers,
And even pets! –
Have a break.

Rest and be restored.

Liberated from labor,
But no!
Much more than that,
Freed from fear,
Distrust,
Sin,
From lies
We’ve been told
About who we are,
Who we can be,
Whose we are,
How to be.

Rest and be restored.

Healing and wholeness,
Forgiveness,
Compassion
Flowing from the hands
Of a Savior
Saying any second waiting
Is a second
Too long!
For the renewal of
Of a person’s body,
Soul,
And life.
For the chance for them to sing the song
Only they can sing.

Rest and be restored.

“Behold!
He is making all things new!
Gentile and Jew.
Me and you!”
The kingdom is coming,
Holy Spirit’s a-humming,
Feet tapping, strings strumming,
But we can’t hear it
Over the noise
Of our own needs and desires –
“Work harder so I can acquire –
Be right so I can succeed.”

Rest and be restored.

A day –
Nay!
A time given
To worship the Lord,
That God may be ev’rywhere adored,
Time not just for us,
But ev’ry man, woman, and child,
The weak, hopeless,
meek, mild,
The powerful, strong –
Even those we think wrong.
It’s time to turn
And start again.

Rest and be restored.

Salve –
Salvation,
Streaming from the One
Who poured out
His verve
So we might observe and embrace,
Life’s holiness:
To confess and forgive,
Love and be loved,
Laugh and to weep,
Serve and be served,
Be freed,
And
To free.

Rest and be restored.

A ceaseless call.
Consider what God does
For one and all.
Consider and cease!
What you do
Enjoy and find peace,
Rediscover,
Uncover,
Pull back the curtain
On imagination
Implanted in us at creation.
Help others grasp it,
A chance to breathe,
Sigh,
Be fully alive!
Not just one day,
But every day.

Rest and be restored.

To perceive and practice,
What we receive in rest,
Treasure collected in
Clay crocks.
In cracked pots,
Shaped like me and you.
That hope,
Unachievable,
But attainable.
That gift costly,
But free.

Rest and be restored.

The Sabbath was made for you,
Not you for the Sabbath.

Amen.

© 2018. Annabelle Peake Markey. All rights reserved.

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Salvation

Salvation.
The word is so loaded.
Weighed down,
ensnared in a web
of lines drawn between
in and out,
right and wrong,
redeemed and tossed aside.

But the word itself,
is salve.
It is healing, wholeness –
the thing that binds up wounds,
rifts and cavernous divides
between Creator and beloved creation,
between your aching heart and mine,
between your grievous sins and my own.

Salvation.
The word is so loaded.
Saturated with mercy,
Laden with freedom
bursting through the lines
we perpetually draw
to keep God’s grace
contained in our limited boxes.

© 2013. Annabelle Peake Markey. All rights reserved.

Transformative Moments

Into The Light

“Do you want to be transformed by me?”
You ask, already knowing the answer.
My heart leaps and shouts, “yes!,”
But, sadly, my reasonable mind begins to whirl.

“What would I have to change about myself?
Would I lose myself – my personality – completely –
Be someone I’m really not and regret it?
Would I have to stop having fun or being lighthearted?”

You smile. You knew this would happen.
“Do not be afraid,” you reassure me,
And I know in an instant I am a fool
For fearing that which I’ve been thirsting after.

“You will have to change for sure,
And it will be difficult and challenging,
But you will not be losing your personality,
Rather becoming closer to who you really are.

You were created to share love, joy and laughter,
To be with others in happiness and sorrow,
To give certain gifts to the world,
and to see the gifts others have been given.

And I am working in and through you,
In order to bless creation and work good in the world,
Though sometimes it may be hard for you to see,
Or nearly inconceivable for you to believe.

But do not be afraid, beloved child of mine,
Be gentle and see yourself as I see you.
I am here and if you want to be transformed,
Know that it will happen, but not overnight.

I will work through the simplest of things –
In silence, in the words and faces of others,
In music and art, in prayer and in nature,
In struggles and celebrations, sadness and hope.

To see what I am about, keep your heart open.
Listen to that still small voice that tugs,
Quietly and persistently at your innermost being,
Even though the world would try to drown it out.

Revel in the ways in which I will surprise you,
And share with others what you have experienced
So that you might hear what I’m doing in them.
Trust one another and trust me.”

You smile and stand there patiently,
Not rushing or hurrying me to an answer.
My heart aches and I know that all you say is true.
I open my mouth to speak, slowly uttering:

“I just don’t know how to let go.
All I can do right now is sit with you.”
Your smile broadens – I almost cannot believe it.
“Yes, dear one, that is more than enough.”

© 2011. Annabelle Peake. All rights reserved.

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