The Lord will have compassion.
Something to think about
A sense of place, a profound love of a particular landscape is a deep human instinct, even when that landscape does not appeal to everyone.
Many find the remote wilderness places of Scotland, the bare hills and strange rock formations alien and challenging. To me, they are beautiful beyond compare.
In his moving and beautiful book 'Palestinian Walks', Raja Shehadeh describes, with the eyes of love and a different way of seeing, a territory that has often been found bleak, barren and intimidating to visitors.
It is a remembering of a place that is already disappearing through environmental degradation and political occupation, dispossession and disempowerment.
In a culture terrified of failure, loss and grief, finding the appropriate spaces for lamentation is not easy, and they squeeze their way into very peculiar cracks sometimes.
But these spaces are crucial, for indeed, sometimes we find ourselves standing beside a cross. We need ways of remembering and naming, in sorrow and anger, what we have loved, even as it is under threat.
To release these is also to release our power for repentance and change. Liturgy has always been a way of doing this, what Walter Brueggemann has called ‘liturgical resistance’.
I’m going to miss the birds, singing all their songs
I’m going to miss the wind, been kissing me so long
… sing Anthony and the Johnstons, in a lament from popular culture. It's a kind of liturgy. Time is running out fast. Now is time for anger and sorrow that liberates us for action and for the love that cherishes, that takes care.