To be lost is to be not in control, to be disoriented, to be vulnerable. Even in our spiritual journeys, we often use the language of the hero’s quest. In our prayers and practices, we set out to find meaning, find wholeness, find God. And there are times when it is helpful and useful for us to be in the mode of seekers and searchers. Yet, in the irony of ironies, it’s when we let go of grasping for the hero’s quest and admit our doubts, our fears, our sins, our angers, our hurts, our heartaches – that’s when we’re found by God.
Our Christian faith says we need the way of love only more, the more our world breaks apart. Because we do know that we sure can’t survive times like these unloved and alone. It’s been said that grief is love with nowhere to go. Which is to say first that grief is a form of love. And maybe also that to have even one person with you in your grief and fear is to give that love at least this one place to go.
Christ is beginning and ending worlds, and we are too with small choices that actually are not so trivial. This story is not light fodder about social p’s and q’s, this is the kingdom itself. It is about love and its difficulties, and it is about our lives in this very world.
Embedded in the Sabbath is an emptiness, a stoppage, a non activity. And the religious leaders protested because they’d forgotten what the Sabbath was for. It’s a day empty of productivity so that we remember that we live by the grace and gift of God, not by what we’ve done ourselves.