I just finished a book called All of our Worldly Goods. It takes place in France in the years between 1914 to about 1945.
Pierre, is at Church on Good Friday. His son is at the Front and he is bringing his fears to Church. He describes his transformation from just a man with earthly worries: his fears and his anguish, into the purest flame “burning at the foot of (my) Creator.”
Don’t laugh at how high handed that sounds. The whole passage arrested me because of the beauty of his transformation from regular guy, husband, father, business man to being “face to face with Christ, and (having) God listen to him”.
I was struck by the beauty of this moment and wish I could have it for myself. I am known. I am loved. (You know that old saw about worries shared are worries halved).
It is a reckoning, if not a relief to be stripped down of our outward trappings, our conceits and failures and stand before, if not God, than ourselves. Ah…there I am. Just me. Just little old me, naked and alone. Just me. Laying my fears, my fears for my children, my husband, my life, my little dog, my nation—just laying all those things aside. I have no control. I cannot fix everything. Some things I can tinker with but, really not to any lasting effect.
I lay myself down knowing that all the love in the world, the research, the thought, the intention will be no cure for the world’s woes.
We pray because that is all we can do. Send out our hopes and fears and then carry on. Don’t lose faith. Mitigate your losses, my friends. Try to do no harm. Try to love no matter what. Try… and lay the rest at God’s feet. Better hers/his, than mine.
And here, just because I can is a god’s big toe: