Good Morning, God,
I had a strangely sad day yesterday, God. Even spending the afternoon in a “Party of Celebration and Thanksgiving for Lives Spared” didn’t totally remove the heavy feeling that began with the U.S.A.’s loss of the World Cup in soccer.
How odd to sit and ponder sorrow, God. Yet, it feels as if that is my assignment — to sit and let the rivers of diverse sorrows flow through me. Can I name them? Well, God, I will try to do that later today when I talk with Mavis.
Meanwhile, I have immersed myself in the perfect book for a time of sorrow — “Under Fishbone Clouds.” The book is narrated by the “Kitchen God,” whose life story was one of continuous hardships. He takes us into the of a story of one couple — a story steeped in the agonies of China from the time of the Japanese occupation. Yikes, God. Such suffering!
In the past, I might have felt that my small sorrows were not worthy to be compared to such trials. Ah, but now, God — NOW I understand, that I am called to pour my small cup of sadness into The Great River. Everyone’s cup — large or small — overflows.
And, I am thankful, God, that yesterday I was willing to sit beside the River of Suffering and let it flow around me and through me — respecting sorrow, as I never have before. There are realities that call for sorrow. To Weep with the World and for the World is part of my calling as a human. And, it is a sacred calling, isn’t it, God.