I just read a beautifully written post about being present in body, soul and mind in prayer. steph poetically describes it with the metaphor of a dance. for me, this calls to mind a posture of openness, of being so comfortable in my own skin that i move and have being unabashedly vulnerable and free...willing to be led, willing to engage, willing to enjoy and be enjoyed. ah...this strange body we have learned to 'pummel and subdue' rather than embrace and enjoy. imagine being free to dance, to really live, to breath...
as i ponder the events of the coming days..maundy thursday, good friday, anticipating easter and celebrating the resurrection, i think about the body of jesus broken for me, his blood spilled, his breath ceasing that i might, that we, might experience The Resurrection one day, and shadows of the resurrection in our everydays...
and i ponder the idea of body, soul, life and breath...
the breath of g-d breathed into me at birth...the breath of g-d given for me in the passion...the breath of life leaving my body as i return to g-d...i wonder about the first breath. so often we envision adam laying on the ground...as the breath of g-d swooped through the air and into him...but i wonder if the breath of g-d came to adam and eve with them standing before g-d, face to face...mouth to mouth and i imagine the very life of The Creator infusing the created one, giving life and breath to the image bearer. is this not what we do when we try to resuscitate another...join them and infuse them with our live giving breath that they might breath and live again?
I wonder if this is why i am so drawn to redemptive, resuscitating moments and stories on this temporal plane. i believe that these moments of Resurrection "in the now," help me to anticipate the 'not yet" (heaven). and maybe i am touched so deeply because there is a familiarity to this life giving breath that harkens back to the day of my birth...of created soul and life imbued body, because i am remembering 'the already' (eden). That place of innocence and childlike wonder and faith, that allows and enables me to live surrendered.
this is what i anticipate on this last wednesday of lent. wes calls it palm wednesday, a somber time of emptying myself in preparation....preparation for what? to be filled with the life giving breath and spirit and essence of Another, my Redeemer.
I anticipate taking in the bread of life and drinking from the cup of Christ that i might remember my salvation, my new life...infused with the Lord's life breath, given for me. in the last supper, i remember the Life that enters me and empowers me to live renewed, resuscitated, resurrected in this temporal plane.
i ponder the calvary road and the surrender and love it required of jesus to walk it. i wonder if His life within me, will help me to walk surrendered and to love as he did.
i pause at golgatha, listening to the breath of life leave jesus, that i might live...
and i rejoice in the dawning of the sunrise on that first easter morn...that it is no longer only my breath, that breaks the air, but the Risen Lords that surrounds, enfolds and enlivens me...
...that i might go forth and offer my breathed-into-life in the same loving manner as the Lord.
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