BRIDGES

Quote for Today - March 25, 2013

"Let everyone praise the bridge they go over."

English Proverb

MY GRANDFATHER 

WAS A CENTURION

My grandfather was a centurion - in charge of a 100 soldiers.

He was stationed in Africa, Gaul and Israel.

In the evenings - after a little wine - he loved to tell stories - about all the different places he was stationed - and all the different things that he saw - as a soldier and then as a centurion in the Roman army.

Now he told these stories over and over again - and I noticed that nobody liked to listen to them. They heard them all before.

But I loved to hear my grandfather’s stories.  Whenever it started to get dark and the friends whom I was playing with in our garden behind our house - had to get home, I loved to go over to where my grandpa was sitting and sit with him. It’s one of the best memories a person can have - but they won’t know this till they are old and he is gone - and now they are a grandfather or a grandmother.

My grandfather loved to look out into the western sky. He loved to watch the sun setting. He loved to watch the dark night creep up the canvas of the sky. Another day …..

I loved to look at his face - thanks to the light from an oil lamp. I loved to wonder where he was and what story he was telling himself at the moment.  I’d love to say, “Grandpa tell me one of your stories.”

The story that intrigued me the most was the story he told about what happened one week - many years ago - in Palestine - in Israel - in Jerusalem.

“One day,” that’s how he usually began, “One day there was this rabbi - this teacher - who came into Jerusalem on a donkey. Everyone was singing. Everyone was  praising him. I didn’t know who he was - but I knew he was well known amongst the Jews. Some people seemed to like him; some seemed to be nervous about him; some seemed to want him killed.

“Whatever. Our job was to be part of crowd control that day. The only damage that could have happened was a fight or two erupting because the crowds were cutting palm branches off other people’s trees and waving them at this man on the donkey - or throwing them as well as their cloaks on the ground. I guess so his donkey could have a soften step. Those stone steps on the way in and out and all around Jerusalem could be tough on one’s feet.

“This would probably be something I'd forget. However, I remember it because a few days later some of these same people were screaming for the death of this man who had arrived in town on a donkey. In fact when my boss Pilate asked the crowd if they wanted this man or a well known thief and murderer named Barabbas killed, they screamed for the release of Barabbas.

“Strange. I just couldn't understand what was going on. 

"In the meanwhile I was watching everything. That was my job. That was why I was getting paid my pieces of silver.

“I heard from other soldiers that one of his disciples - Judas - his own friend - betrayed him for 30 pieces of silver.  I found out this man’s name was Jesus. He was from Nazareth - up in the north - not a bad place to be stationed. It’s cooler up there and they have a lake there - which has had various names. It seems that big shots like to have big spots named after them. In my time Roman soldiers in Palestine called it the Sea of Tiberius. They better have called it that. It was renamed after the Roman emperor - Tiberius Caesar.

“Anyway that night of his arrest some of our soldiers made fun of this man named Jesus and some even beat him. They had heard he talked about founding a kingdom, so they crowned him with thorns.

“The next day - the day Pilate offered the crazy crowd - the choice of releasing Barabbas or Jesus - I was standing there - watching faces. I saw a surprise, ‘What?’ in both the faces of Pilate and Barabbas - but nothing going on in the face of Jesus - just blood - just a silent,  battered face - of a desecrated human being.

“I began wondering, ‘Who is this man? Who is this Jesus?’

“It was my 100 men - who marched him to his execution on Calvary - the place of death - just outside the city of Jerusalem.

“On the way to the cross - a cross which they made him carry - I could see all kinds of faces. Some crying…. Some spitting ….  Some screaming …. Some in shock…. Some silent…. One his mother….

“’Who is this man?’ that became my constant question.

“I had seen death - executions - before - but this was different.

“We got him to Calvary. We nailed him to a cross - along with two other criminals. We planted him in the ground - and he hung there for a few hours and then he died.

“His disciples - had all fled. I know I would have. But his mother was there. She wasn’t afraid - along with a few other women - and someone named John. I heard he was very close to Jesus.

“Anyway it got dark - like the evening sky - but it was still early afternoon. I always think of that day as I watch the sun set every evening.

“It was a scene of horror - like any execution.

“That day - that Jesus - that wounded man on the cross - said some powerful things from that cross. The one that grabbed me was his forgiveness to us who were doing this. I didn’t understand that at the time - but I have understood it ever since.

“Then my grandfather said to me, ‘When you get to be an old man like me - you’ll look back on your life - and if you have done the things I have done, you’ll need to know forgiveness is possible.

He paused and then said, “I tasted it that dark afternoon - and I’ve tasted it ever since - just remembering that moment.’

“He promised one of the other thieves who died on a cross near him that day - he promised him - ‘Today you’ll be with me in paradise.’ I’ve often wondered what that meant. I’ve often wondered what that meant’.

“The weather got worse. Thunder and lightning had some of the few folks there running for the way back to the city. I guess the skies wanted to wash with rain - the blood of this man - that could be seen on those stones on that same way to the cross to this place called Calvary.

“I figured I had to say something. So I said, “This man was innocent beyond all doubt.’

“But I don’t know if anyone heard me …. but I heard me.”

[PAUSE]

My grandfather was a centurion. He died as grandfathers do - but of all the stories he told me, I remembered that story the most.

Years later I told some Christians that story my grandfather told me.

Surprise those words my grandfather said that day made it into print - in the Gospel of Luke, “This man was innocent beyond all doubt” but I also heard there’s another version in a Gospel story by a man named Mark, “Truly this man was the Son of God.”

As I said my grandfather told many stories - and he often repeated himself - so maybe he had many versions of what he said that day - don’t we all? Don’t we all? 

THE DONKEY

Quote for Today: March 24,  2013

                   THE DONKEY 

When fishes flew and forests walked   

   And figs grew upon thorn,   

Some moment when the moon was blood   

   Then surely I was born.

With monstrous head and sickening cry

   And ears like errant wings,   

The devil’s walking parody   

   On all four-footed things.

The tattered outlaw of the earth,

   Of ancient crooked will;

Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,   

   I keep my secret still.

Fools! For I also had my hour;

   One far fierce hour and sweet:   

There was a shout about my ears,

   And palms before my feet.

Gilbert Keith Chesterton [1874-1936], from The Collected poems of G. K. Chesteron (Dodd Mead and Company, 1927, The Donkey

PALM SUNDAY

Palm Sunday….

Sometimes we understand it….

Sometimes we don’t understand it.

Why didn’t Jesus simply get out of Jerusalem

and head back home to Nazareth and the carpenter shop

and avoid this horrible week of suffering and mystery?

Palm Sunday ….

Sometimes we understand it.

We know the feeling.

We know the story.

We too have had our Palm Sunday celebrations

and then we took a turn and that leads to a twist and another turn

and we find ourselves in the middle of Good Friday

and we’re making our Way of the Cross to Calvary.

Palm Sunday isn’t too far away from Good Friday.

The first day on the new job,

a great job,

all kinds of congratulations

all the welcomes and best wishes

and then the day we’re fired or cut

and nobody said or says anything.

Heads are down. Eyes looking elsewhere.

The team wins the championship, the trophy.

Palms up. The high fives.

The banquets and the pictures in the paper

And then the following season, disaster.

Palm Sunday to Good Friday.

We’ve been there.

The day we walked our daughter down the aisle

And then the morning phone call,

“It’s all over dad.

It’s all over.”

“But what about the kids?”

“It’s all over dad.

Sorry.”

The tears, too many beers,

or too much silence or selfishness or blindness.

Palm Sunday to Good Friday.

We’ve been there.

Life. Mom and dad’s 50^th Wedding Anniversary

and then later, the problems, incontinence, cancer, loneliness, the coffin.

Palm Sunday to Good Friday.

The days we were riding high and the day we felt like a stupid donkey.

Palm Sunday to Good Friday.

Thank God Jesus didn’t go the other way.

Thank God Holy Thursday is in between.

He washed our feet.

He fed us with the finest wheat.

And thank God for Easter.

Resurrection.

A new Beginning.

A new Spring.

Easter is always after Good Friday, every time.

Amen.

CIRCLE

Quote for Today: March 23, 2013

"Even the seasons
form a great circle in their changing,
and always come back again
to where they were.
Our life is a circle
from childhood to childhood
and so it is in everything
where power moves.
Our tepees were round
like a nests of birds,
and these were always
set in a circle,
the nation's hoop."

Black Elk [1863-1950]
in Black Elk Speaks, 
Being the Life Story of a Holy Man
of the Oglala Sioux, as told through
John G. Neihardt [1961]

Picture - Native Americans praying in a circle.

CIRCLE  OF  LIFE 

CIRCLE OF LIFE

It’s a circle. It’s a spiral,

It’s a series of scenes:

the new and the old.

It’s life. It’s déjà vu.

I’ve been here before,

but some of this is new

and some of this is old -

and so - I’ve been told to STOP -

to SEE - to SMELL  the flowers;

To LISTEN - to HEAR the music

of the trees, the waters and

the streets. Everything and

everyone is giving me glimpses

of how it all goes, how it all flows.

Winter - death - cold brown leaves

and naked trees - crosses against

the western sky. Spring - resurrection -

budding leaves - on crosses, the trees

bringing new life - seen early morning

against an eastern sky. Lord, I guess

when I don’t see some of this I’m dead. 

So Lord, cry and then scream - 
scream outside my tomb:

“Wake up! Come back to life!"

Andy Costello © Reflections 2013

DRUMS AND FLUTES

Drums and flutes -

the basic sounds

down deep in our bodies.

The drum beat of our heart

sending red blood - rushing red blood

back and forth - up and down through

the flute of our arteries and veins -

down deep and all around and around

sounds in our bodies. It’s connecting us

with all the earth and all the oceans -

the lakes and rivers of our bodies

and our planet and its peoples.

We don’t need a stereoscope,

microscope or telescope to see -

to feel - to listen to the ALL.

Prayer: to close one’s eyes,

to feel one’s pulse - to connect

with one’s body - being with this great

circle called our Mother Earth,

from which we came and

to which we’re going. This is

our story….  Listen! Listen! Listen!

Drums and flutes ….

It’s connecting us day after day,

page after page, sound after sound

beat after beat, story after story

with the story and sounds of everyone.

Andy Costello © Reflections 2013