Monday, May 26, 2014

Memorial day...mysteries, mercies and hallelujahs


Instructions for living a life.

Pay attention.

Be astonished.

Tell about it.                       -Mary Oliver

One of the good gifts of being old(er) is being able to look back, while still looking forward, to survey the topographical map of your life.  We all have mountains, hills and valleys, green pastures and rushing waters in our lives along with deserts and dark nights of the soul. Some of us come to trouble and grief earlier than others. Some seem to have more than their fair share of the table set before us all. All of us have choices to make even in the midst of a maze that seems to have no end, or worse, a bad ending.  During my quiet times this week… washing dishes, mucking stalls, sitting in the doctor’s office, driving to town to teach… three words kept circling the drain in my ADD brain… mysteries, mercies and hallelujahs.

My life is full of mysteries. These are not the kind of mysteries you can solve like a murder mystery or a   problem that has a solution. These mysteries come from deep within and without, leaving me with more questions than answers as all good mysteries do. John Jacob Niles’ Christmas carol, I Wonder as I Wander, is a word picture of my life.

 I made Death’s acquaintance early on when my husband was killed in Viet Nam the month I turned twenty one. That mystery, rooted in my childhood and adolescence, ejected me into a world where there were no easy answers.  This world of grief tempered by joy, a world of grace and mercy, was my entry into the reality of lost control. Never before had I needed God and God’s bodies in this world like I needed them then. And, God came. God came weeping, with others who loved Tim and me, the young officer who escorted his body home, Walt and MaryLynn and the work camp family, the words of my favorite hymn…O God our help in ages past, our hope for years to come. God came in the dark days after the funeral in remembered words from the Bible… Be of good courage, the Comforter will come, fear no evil in the valley of the shadow of death… and again in the Family of God, my aunts and uncles and brothers and sisters and mothers and fathers in the faith who held me in the light as I walked in darkness.

I look back now and see mercies, small and large, surrounded me not only in those days, but all the days of my life. Tim’s death gave me new eyes to see and ears to hear the endless river of grace and mercy flowing through my life. It was that unwanted baptism by fire that shoved me into the waters of life.  I was lifted up by the water wings of love and a new faith, a tender and severe mercy, as I began a life much different from the one I dreamed of. This new life was filled with more mysteries, mercies and hallelujahs.

Only now am I able to see how these mysteries, mercies and hallelujahs are entwined. When I had to accept a world that I could not control, a world that did not revolve around me, my eyes were opened to mystery upon mystery, world without end. None of these could be explained…Why do good people die young? Why does spring lift our hearts at the same time it saddens us? Where do babies really come from?...and it is good not to have all the answers. Having no control, I am forced to recognize the mercies that fill my life… health, Sabbath Rest Farm, family, friends, the sweet smell of newly baled hay, animals I love who love me back… and knowing these are a gift, I give thanks. Gratitude leads to hallelujahs for what good is a gift without an enthusiastic thank you?

 And I am back to the Buechner quote that started me thinking. “Thus you do not solve the mystery, you live the mystery. And you do that not by fully knowing yourself, but by fully being yourself. To say that God is a mystery is to say that you can never nail him down. Even on Christ the nails ultimately proved ineffective.” Hallelujah, amen!