â€œFor I will forgive their wrongdoing and never again remember their sins . . .â€ (Jeremiah 31:34)
â€œFor I will forgive their wrongdoing and never again remember their sins . . .â€
Two questions stalk me in the early mornings before any first word of a new lectionary-inspired musing is typed. These questions are simple and unsettling:
Can you say anything new?
Will you be honest?
Since that honesty question has been admitted, Iâ€™d better be honest. Usually, there is an â€œIâ€ in those two queries rather than a â€œyou.â€ Can I say anything new? Will I be honest? It is merely me questioning myself. It is no more than an odd, banal moment of a writerâ€™ and believerâ€™s self-awareness when seeking to start and finish a faithful sentence. And yet there are enough mornings when an unexpected youâ€”not Iâ€”anchors the phrase. Dare I call that unbidden you another voice; perhaps a divine nudge, a Holy whisper with a Holy urgency? Is it a challenge to be, well, fully me? Continue reading →
Jeremiah 32:1-3a, 6-15Â – The 19th Sunday of Ordinary Time â€“ for September 29, 2013
â€œBuy my field that is at Anathoth, for the right of redemption by purchase is yoursâ€¦â€ (Jeremiah 32:7)
Had the prophet Jeremiah scribed a memoir, it couldâ€™ve been entitled, In The Worst Of Times.
2,600 years ago, give or take a century, the power-hungry and land-greedy Babylonians attacked the Israelites. Jerusalem was besieged. The expansion of an empire would again wreck havoc with the â€œchosen people.â€ And did they wonder . . . chosen for what? Misery? Calamity? Insecurity? Being a doormat for the newest despot scheming to conquer more people and claim more property?
In Jeremiahâ€™s time, the folks on the streets of Jerusalem might mumble about the greatness of the past. Remember King David! How ’bout that Exodus . . . that Moses sure was a humdinger! Or they might look at the present, and in the fine universal tradition of the ostrich, stick their heads in the sand of the â€œPromised Landâ€ and think this present moment isnâ€™t so bad. Maybe the Babylonians will get bored and brandish their weaponry elsewhere. Maybe God will smite the damn foreigners. Or maybe the fine citizens of Jerusalem will get used to being under siege and, as long as thereâ€™s bread to eat, water to drink and the trains run on time, today wonâ€™t be that bad.
Relive the past.
Rationalize the present.
How could any imagine a future . . . a future with hope, and without heartache, a future with dreams, and without dread? And so it would beâ€”according to scriptureâ€”that Hanamel son of Jeremiahâ€™s uncle Shallum would approach Jeremiah, currently held captive in the palace of the King of Judah, and the prophet would boldly buy . . .
Stop. Wait! I refuse to quickly reveal Jeremiahâ€™s symbolic and optimistic gesture (which you could read for yourself, anyway). Continue reading →