A Sea Shanty
Pentecost 11; Matthew 14:22-36
Now each wave surges high
and the wind rages by
and the boat feels as frail as a twig!
Skill and courage unwind
as the shore slips behind
and the storm clouds loom up wild and big.
So now where is the one
who can brighten the sun
and inspire us to find strength within?
He took time out to pray
and sent us on our way,
and our day has turned darker than sin.
Will he walk on the waves
to save us from our graves -
surely we are worth more than mere prayer?
Or perhaps he might say
that if we thought to pray
then his presence would steady us there.
We’d get out of the boat,
let our feet learn to float,
and we’d walk as though cushioned on air.
Look to him and all’s well,
but our fear of the swell
sets us wallowing deep in despair.
He gives strength to our arm,
and awareness of calm,
then we find ourselves safe on the deck,
with the sails set to soar,
‘til we’re safely ashore
having weathered another near wreck.
Barbara Messner August 2020
A Blessing and a Wounding
A Blessing and a Wounding
Pentecost 10; Genesis 32:22-31
At times we come to crossings
as Jacob did at Jabbok.
Our people and possessions
go on across the waters –
incentive and appeasement
to clear a path to follow.
Yet we remain, in turmoil,
as day gives way to nightfall.
Do past transgressions hold us,
or future risks unnerve us,
or have we lost the meaning
of who we are or might be?
There in the dark we wrestle
with self or something other,
no victory to either.
We’re out of joint and hurting,
but still despite the begging
“Let go, for day is breaking”,
we cling on for a blessing.
And so as light is dawning,
we claim another naming,
and say that we have striven
with God, and were prevailing,
and yet the one who held us
in struggle or embracing
has slipped away still nameless –
our claiming is our failing.
Barbara Messner July 2020
So They Kept the Matter to Themselves
So They Kept the Matter to Themselves Transfiguration; Mark 9:2-10 I have been on those heights everything radiant pregnant with presence clouds trailing glory while near me I heard words of listening and love Dreamed I worshipped you there poised at the crux of prophecy law or future and past all around I perceived our reality stretch Peak experience fades when we’re descending vision or dreaming awkward to tell when below in the valley our failure awaits But I know you are there braced for betrayal violence denial face set like flint you walk with us still to the cross and beyond Barbara Messner 2/08/2023
Shake Off the Dust
This was written in 2021 for Mark 6:1-6. Feeling a bit overwhelmed this week, I’m repeating it for the identical passage, Matthew 13:54-58, at the end of Sunday’s gospel.
Shake off the Dust Pentecost 9; Matthew 13:54-58 Year A (also Pentecost 6, Mark 6:1-13, Year B) The locals doubted Jesus could be wise: he grew to manhood right before their eyes, a carpenter whose kin they thought they knew. His gift was hampered, though he healed a few. Belief, it seems, enables Spirit power, and sceptics flourish in this day and hour, pursuing facts and leaving wisdom out. The chance to heal is undermined by doubt. So those of us who teach the ways of soul in hopes the world might turn and be made whole are stripped of what sustains us on the road, while lack of welcome multiplies our load. We see so many signs of lack of trust, it’s hard to leave behind the clogging dust. Barbara Messner 30/06/2021
Encompass Us
Encompass Us Pentecost 8; Psalm 139, Matthew 13: 24-43 Search me, O God, and know my heart, my words and path discern. Though I might try to hide apart, you find me when I turn. Confronting to be searched and known, but comforting as well. A knowing love transforms its own; unknown is lonely hell. The inner and the outer world are patched with dark and light. You know where growth lies dormant, furled – let warmth bring it to sight. Let weeds and wheat grow side by side, for only You can tell if wheat has spread its claim too wide, or weeds might make us well. Mile after mile of same old wheat might serve our same old selves, but what of land that we deplete for supermarket shelves? A weed is just a random plant not planned in our designs; its earning power for us is scant, but Earth knows what it mines. Is what we sow in soil or soul the best for us or Earth? Creator God can grow us whole, for Wisdom knows what’s worth. Barbara Messner 20/07/23
On Behalf of Random Seed
On Behalf of Random Seed Pentecost 7; Matthew 13:1-9. 18-23 Did Jesus limit how one hears, although he spoke to those with ears? Perhaps his followers explained, and parables became constrained. I guess I must appreciate that Jesus would communicate with literal-minded sons of law as well as friends of metaphor. Although perhaps it seems perverse, don’t ask me to explain a verse, but let us share what it might mean, for truth has facets seldom seen. A poem scatters less than seed, and still there’s rocky ground and weed, but soil prepared and fertilized may yield so much that I’m surprized. The parables say many things if given space to spread their wings. When seed attracts a hungry bird, it might be carried, like the word. Who knows where wisdom someone drops may root and spring up, then bear crops? The fruit seed thrown beside the track might feed a wanderer come back. Barbara Messner 8/07/2023
In the Marketplace
In the Marketplace
Matthew 11:15-19,25-30
In the marketplace
we now have
social distancing:
we always had
soul distancing.
In the marketplace
Jesus lamented
unbridged distance
of industrious
self-absorption.
In the marketplace
music dribbles,
no-one dances.
Mourners crying
find no sharing.
In the marketplace
John who is fasting
seems obsessive,
Jesus at table,
over-indulgent.
In the marketplace
busy cleverness
hangs up on wisdom;
only the child-like
have ears to listen.
In the marketplace,
weary and distant,
connection fraying,
we long for gentle
promise of resting.
Barbara Messner 2/07/2020
Welcome and Welcoming
Welcome and welcoming Matthew 10:40-42 Best welcome gives us space and lets us be. “Whoever welcomes you so welcomes me,” said Jesus. From experience he knew that welcomers of Christians might be few. So many now mis-read him, mistrust us – not helped by slogan verses on a bus! The checkout operators often say with bright and practised interest: “How’s your day?” “I wrote a sermon, and I offered prayer for someone who was dying in Aged Care.” It’s odd, but conversation after that grows awkward and soon falls completely flat. Mind you, to welcome prophets give us pause: we know that what they say has fire and claws, and profit motive claims a greater power than all the warnings of a world gone sour. And no-one gladly welcomes righteous ones – too often the self-righteous carry guns. We welcome strangers hoping to fill space on lists of those who might maintain our place. So welcoming and welcome need some work, and feeling right at home is not a perk that Jesus offered freely to his band to keep them well contented and at hand. Perhaps our welcoming might turn at first to “little ones” who live with fear and thirst. Perhaps we’d find ourselves most welcome there with cups of water shared in mutual care. Barbara Messner 25 June 2020
More Value Than Many Sparrows?
More Value than Many Sparrows? Pentecost 4; Matthew 10:29-31 But why would God count humans of more value than one expiring two a penny sparrow? It’s we who price resources of our earth convinced that human profit has more worth than all the fragile beauties freely given and meant to draw us deeper into heaven where we are more aware, respectful, kind, and leave our greedy ego selves behind. Because our self-importance tends to soar, did Jesus mock our constant need for more, and question whether value has degree when God finds precious both the bird and me, and counts our hairs or feathers just the same, cares when we fall and calls us both by name. Barbara Messner 18 June 2020
Why Did Sarah Laugh?
Why Did Sarah Laugh? Pentecost 3; Genesis 18:1-15 Why did Sarah laugh, listening in the tent, not out with the guests, though she’d made them cakes, quickly, as he said? “She will have a son!” Abraham was told, standing by the three, offering the food others had prepared. Menopause had passed – childless she remained; Ishmael, Hagar’s child: Abraham’s first son. Promises were late! Why be offered birth past her use-by date? Sarah had to laugh, then deny, for fear men might think she mocked. Trust four men to plan she should have a son! No-one thought to ask! Laugh for all the times she felt set aside. Her old body faced risk and stress and pain, then the constant work babies tend to claim. God, she had to laugh! Faith of patriarch Scripture has acclaimed. Sarah’s rueful laugh sums up years of tears waiting women shed. Barbara Messner 15/06/2023