Language continues to be the cherished gift in my life, wherein even on moments where ennui and fear settle in, I know that word-ing my way, is a way to worm myself into a new understanding. Re-storying. Re-framing. Re-sorting. Resorting to creating and finding space and place in which to both serve and be re-newed. This morning, after completing my treasured sacristan delights, in the sacristy here at The Atlantic School of Theology, I stood before the window. The Atlantic, on what is termed "The Arm," was a lapis gem of precious beauty. Time with Anne Lamott's book, Help. Thanks. Wow, in a moment in the chapel, set me to thinking about how justice, as a lived and living experience, situated in the crucible of Sawbonna, contextualized in the paradigm of Restorative Justice, is as well a gem. A gem of rich possibility, whereby the three framing words of Restorative Justice: Respect; Responsibility; and, Relationship, resting in the embrace of Wonder, is an invitation to breathe and to be breathed by: Wow! A particular sentence (shared below) from Anne's book, resonated with me, inviting me to re-negotiate, and to appreciate Sawbonna as meditation, as prayer. And not the politics of what prayer should mean, is supposed to mean, must mean. Simply prayer. If not praying, being prayed. Poetry and Mystery. And: Wow! This is, as well, Sawbonna. Here is Anne's sentence about "Wow." About prayer:
"When we are stunned to the place beyond words, when an aspect of life
takes us away from being able to chip away at something until it's down
to a manageable size and then to file it nicely away, when all we can
say in response is "Wow," that's a prayer."