Year A - Easter Vigil or Hopeless Hope Vigil
April 19/20, 2014
Ah, finally, what will I trust? Of what will I not be afraid?
Am I more fearful of being lost or afraid of not having a loss? Both separate me from well water where lovers meet and secrets are shared. My one story keeps me from all of my experience and tradition. My one story holds new possibilities at bay that don’t fit nicely into allotted slots.
Is it “surely” that G*D is my health and healing? If G*D had not forsaken our hope before, this would be much easier. I am being asked to re-enter old territory of forsakenness and stake out where to drill for a new well while bankrupt.
Praise be for temptations. Praise be for enemies. Praise be for unpeaceful tears. Praise be for loneliness. Praise be for pain and parting. Praise be for death. Praise be for emptiness.
At this point I’ll take the question mark off those and leave them with periods, but I am not ready to give them exclamation points.
Are you still vigiling or have you dozed off like I have, several times?