That ill-defined, wonderful, tranformative entity...

You can't own it

You can't buy it

You can't earn it

You can't seek it

You can't make it

You can't measure it

You can't bottle it

You can, however

Experience it

Exude it

Discover it

Right now, what we need is to slow down, close our eyes, open our hearts and allow grace

In whatever minisucle

Tentative

Other-focused

Fragile

Vulnerable

Fleeting

Form it takes

And to let it

heal

change

renew

refresh

strengthen

soften

open

us to move on

May the grace of God be ours, today and everyday... Amen!

Tomorrow is World Peace Day, and we Gatherers will be using the World Peace Prayer to close our worship.

A few weeks ago, I facilitated an evening reflection as part of which we looked at the strange set of sayings that form both Matthew's and Luke's beattitudes.  After we'd played around a little with the makarios as 'happy' or 'blessed' one of the folk in my small group responded to the 'blessed are they who mourn, for they shall be comforted' by observing the importance of the grief process in personal well-being... it is only through griving that we can find comfort and the strength to move forward.  Wow!  What an amazing insight.

So what then of "blessed are peacemakers, they shall inherit the earth"?  For the earth is not exactly a peaceful place.  What if the inheritance of the earth by people of peace is not a 'reward' but a 'calling'?  What if it is the opportunity to be the change we long to see?  To be agents of grace, hope, fulfilment?

What does it mean to be a peacemaker, a person of peace here in Scotlnad?  In the UK?  In Europe?  In the world?

Blessed are the peacemakers - to these I entrust my good creation

What a responsibilty!

What an honour!

What faith God has in we frial, failing, finite, fearful folk

Lead us from Death to Life
       from Falsehood to Truth
Lead us from Despair to Hope
       from Fear to Trust
Lead us from Hate to Love
       from War to Peace
Let Peace fill our Heart
       our World, our Universe
Peace   Peace   Peace

Romans 12:15 'rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with thsoe who weep' - I dread to think how many times that has glibly slipped off my tongue (or my fingers) on this blog, because it has been applied to two different sets of people experiencing very different circumstances simultaneously.

But today it can't be glib, because it's the same set of people, and to rejoice with one part is to add insult to the injury of the other; to weep with one is deny the joy of the other.  Perhaps then, the challenge is to weep joyfully, by which I don't mean happy tears, I mean sadness transformed by hope, gladness tempered by humility or something like that.

I can't be happy today because however momentous the decision, and however good the process, and however many positives I can find, there is still plenty wrong in the state of Denmark... or in this case Scotland and the UK.  There are still endless wrongs to be named and addressed, still trust to be created, still hurts to be healed.

Four years ago, I felt the rug had been pulled from under my feet, I was utterly terrified and wondered if I had a future, never mind what it held.  Back then, friends came alongside and simply 'were'.  I think there's a need for 'simply being' with those who today feel their dreams are shattered, hopes destroyed, fears realised.  And maybe a need, too, to come alongside those who are relieved and reassured as a calm companion, maybe able to lend a little perspective.

As I walked to church and pondered this whole weeping and rejoicing tension, I called to mind a poem I posted way back in 2008, having been given it by a friend at time of huge personal disappointment in 2003.  I found it , and reproduce it again here...

Even as we seem to be dying

in weakness

in fear

overwhelmed by all the forces against us,

there are moments when we know

that we will never be determined

by any of that.

There is a God

who says to us

weep strongly,

be strongly afraid,

care strongly,

choose life strongly in faith

and I will live strongly

in all of that.

 There is a God

 Who moves from hill to mountain top,

 who stands high in the depths of the pit,

 who gasps free of the waters of drowning

 and plants the cross-shaped tree

 on the very shaking ground on which we stand

 as though our trembling earth is like a rock.

 There is a God

 who steps free

 of the binding chains around our souls

 and calls us in a voice

 which always knows our name,

 who always feels our pain,

 who lifts our feet

 as though our life

 stands cupped in a saving hand

 and cherished forever in a life-filled place.

from Dorothy McRae-Mcmahon, Liturgies for the Journey of life, p124

This is the first time I've ever stayed up to watch election results, the first time it has mattered enough, and the first time I've actually been excited to watch the results unfold, especially at the point where it  was neck-and-neck.

Today around half of the people in Scotland who I know and love are going to be devastated.  The half who are pleased, relieved or whatever need to be gracious and generous.  Above all we need to work together to build a brighter future for Scotland and, indeed, for the rest of the UK.

This was the most significant vote I ever took part in - and I knew that neither result was going to make me feel happy, that neither had guarantees, that whichever way it went huge numbers of people would be made very unhappy.  Above all I knew this was not about what I wanted but about what the people of Scotland felt.

There can be no celebrations (though many will wish to) and I hope there will be no reprisals to or from either part of the electorate or indeed from elsewhere in these islands.

You will understand, gentle readers, if this is a 'no comments allowed' post.

From mid-afternoon yesterday my social media profiles have borne a 'One' Scotland badge - and that's what we need to commit to. 

Beloved, let us love one another, for love is of God.
Love your neighbour as you love yourself