Poetry and Theology with some opinion thrown in
You call us kings
posted by PresbyPoet at
11:18 PM
As a Presbyterian elder (PCUSA) married to a Catholic, my perspective starts from a background grounded in scripture. It values intellectual understanding. Into that deep watering of the Word, has come hearing God. This Blog, is focused on both hearing God, & "deep" theological studies as we seek to understand the paradoxes of truth. Each path is infinite; never will I fully understand theology, or clearly hear God & be fully intimate with the infinite. Both journeys are important. Like walking a log, you can fall off either side. Part of this blessed journey, is going to both Catholic & Presbyterian churches, (when we married, we agreed to both go to both churches). A liturgical Catholic church, often is a place I clearly hear God, since it gives space to listen. Some services can lack space to, "be still and know I am God". Although, one of my strangest encounters with God was at communion in a Presbytery meeting. A communion plate passed. I heard: "Turn aside and follow Me. See Me in the homeless man..." I tried to write down what I heard, & take communion. God has a sense of humor. Join me hearing poems from God. I just take dictation. Be still and listen.
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"Ilena" (a made up name. She spoke very softly and had a thick accent so I couldn't really hear her) had been hit by a piece of shrapnel just above her left breast causing a classic sucking chest wound. The doctors said she had a hemothorax (I think that's what they called it) which basically meant her left lung was filling with blood and she was having a very hard time breathing. For the next 20 minutes I held her hand while a doctor made an incision in her left side, inserted most of his hand and some kind of medical instrument and then a tube to alleviate the pressure caused by the pooling blood. It was probably the most medieval procedure I have ever been privy to. In the end she was taken to ICU and will be OK.
"Mark" was put on a stretcher and laid along a wall. A small monitor on his hand would tell the nurses when he was dead. Even a cursory glance said it was inevitable. Mark had a head wound that left brain matter caked in his ear and all over the stretcher he was lying on. I knelt next to Mark and placed a hand on his chest. His heart was barely beating but it was beating so I put my face close to his ear to pray with him. If you've never smelled human brain matter it is something unforgettable. I had something of an internal struggle. He's practically dead so why stay? He probably can't hear anything! A prayer at that point seemed of little value. But I couldn't risk it. I prayed for Mark and led him in the sinners prayer as best I could. There are few things in this life that will make you feel more helpless. After that, I needed some fresh air."
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