Rocking and Breathing for the Oppressed

For the Oppressed

Look with pity, O heavenly Father, upon the people in this land who live with injustice, terror, disease, and death as their constant companions. Have mercy upon us. Help us to eliminate our cruelty to these our neighbors. Strengthen those who spend their lives establishing equal protection of the law and equal opportunities for all. And grant that every one of us may enjoy a fair portion of the riches of this land; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

How can I NOT love a church that has written prayers like this.

The more fundamental beliefs and way of being that I adopted in my early years of faith seemed to be more “upright” in its stance. It stood still and proud and tall. It neither leaned forward out into the world, nor did it lean back, into ourselves and our silent, contemplative relationship with God.

It was more about who you were and what you knew.

Today I sometimes feel as though I am sitting in a rocking chair — which I know my friend Diane does in her meditative morning time — rocking forward, leaning into the world, reaching out to take into my arms and to breathe in the pain and the sorrows of the world and then rocking back and reaching inward to join with God in the pouring out of the peace and the release of love.

That constant struggle to keep moving is so hard. Sometimes I seem to get stuck on one side or another, but I know I must keep moving or I risk the danger of becoming lost in myself or being overcome with the grief that is the world.

There is danger in reaching forward, and there is no true peace in leaning back.

Standing still, and upright and feeling justified and right and full of knowledge of God and of the world? That is a state that we should never experience for more than the fleeting moment we experience it as we move from breathing in the world’s pain, the gathering of Love and the pouring out of Peace.

That upright and righteous feeling is, if we listen closely, God telling us that He is right, not that we are right.

~ by Kimberly Mason on September 22, 2010.

4 Responses to “Rocking and Breathing for the Oppressed”

  1. Thank you so much Kimberly….I’m a Catholic person, struggling constantly with the hierarchy in my mind and spirit…..your blog today reminded me to ignore “the men in suits” and stick with the praying people.

  2. Aww, sweet photo! Rocking is one way to keep from becoming too settled, I think, whether that is literal or metaphorical. And the rhythm has its own magical way of drawing us out of where we linger in ruts, and calls us to new places of feeling and listening. If we’re lucky, we even learn.

  3. I wrote today’s blog and poem BEFORE I READ THIS! Really I did!

    And oh, BTW, for one of the birthday celebrations we went to see Easy A — a truly great movie, what a surprise — and the teen heroine, I just have to say it, looks SO MUCH LIKE YOU!!! AMAZING! I kept thinking of you…

  4. Kim- I am searching for a quote I read about the grace of gentle small talk conversations. I was thinking I read it here and recently. Does it ring a bell?

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