“The Dance of Darkness and Light” by The Rev. Kaji Douša
I remember that the whale that bore Jonah in its belly held a prophet. The ones walking a road of pain sometimes are so close to their need of God that they can see and speak for God in a way that others might struggle to hear and to articulate. On this way of the Cross, I wonder what prophecy the God who will never stop shepherding has given to the refugee? I wonder, too, if we are ready to hear it from the refugee. From that prophet. To be inspired and heartbroken at the same time? To wonder and to be and to know all at once? And to want and to not want while being borne by the angels? In this gorgeous space of paradoxical beauty, despair, wandering and guidance, I offer this prayer:
God. God. Pull me out of the belly of this beast. Bear me to a land that would have me. Ready me for the journey. And may I never lose sight of where you are in it all. And when I do, carry me home, would you please? Amen.