Thursday - April 10, 2025
SCRIPTURE
Matthew 5:4
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.
READING
“The places of the greatest disruption in my life have surprisingly been, too, the occasions of the most profound gifts. The seasons when I have allowed myself to feel my broken heart, and to know my woundedness, are the times when my compassion for the world has deepened….” Christine Valters Paintner
WORDS OF HOPE
“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” I quip to a friend as we pass in the Narthex at yet another Celebration of Life service. Yet another for a beautiful-souled person in our congregation, a servant of God. Yet another for family and dear friends who are bereft, hearts broken open in love and sorrow. Yet another for those who will walk the night corridors robbed of sleep and awaiting the dawn.
Truth is all of us are carrying layers of unresolved grief. When we do not honor our sorrow, it gets blocked and distorted. Add to this all of the losses and assaults to dignity and freedom we as a community and country have faced in the last months, and it’s a wonder we can function at all.
Recently, I wrote a set of beatitudes for a disenfranchised grief round table calling for a resistance to suppressing our grief, trying to hold it all together. This morning I offer them as an invitation to speak the truth of our mourning together.
Blessed Are We Who Mourn
Blessed are we who mourn,
who no longer muffle our cries in the night
but by daylight and in the company of others here
claim our sorrow, sorrow unacknowledged
by our families and communities, sometimes even by ourselves.
The death of an incarcerated neighbor, a favorite aunt,
a gay partner, a mentor, childhood friend, a beloved animal companion.
The death of a student, a miscarriage, a shattered marriage,
a son’s death by suicide.
Blessed are we who mourn
loss of livelihood and purpose,
loss of mobility and health,
loss of house and home,
loss of faith and hope, our field of dreams,
loss of those with whom we used to mourn.
Blessed are we who mourn the assaults
upon the safety and dignity of the queer community,
upon those who look different,
love differently, pray differently,
upon the poor and marginalized,
upon all who feel endangered this day.
Blessed are we who mourn
world sorrow—the devastation in
Israel and Gaza, Ukraine, the Sudan.
The apocalyptic climate disasters of fire,
flood, earthquake, and tornadic winds. No, we cannot
simply build again. Trauma imbedded within,
we cry out our lament in protest and mourning.
Blessed are we who mourn,
and we give thanks that we are not left companionless,
but are held in the wide mercy of God
and in this good company of faith.
Amen.
PRAYER
Midwife of our weeping, hold us in times of grief and loss. Be with us as we give expression to our love. Amen.
(-from A Different Kind of Fast, page 174)
DEVOTION AUTHOR
Dr. Pat Saxon
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