Friday, May 3, 2013

When Shall We Three Meet Again?

Time slips through the slender creases cradled in our hands and yet is an ever present companion

When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurlyburly's done, 
When the battle's lost and won.
That will be ere the set of sun.
Where the place?
Upon the heath....

Where shall we meet?

The semester is now racing through the closeness of the trees as the 
sun softly crawls and spills onto the horizon; as I fill my calendar with
deadlines for my own sanity offinishing strong and satisfied my world has
begun its transformation.

Our community here is a transformative and transitionary one; we spend 
two or three years soaking up the warmth of knowledge and stand in pools of
questions that trickle off o four feet, leaving an outline of dwelling among our
footsteps as we walk away,presumably to dry off. We attend Chapel and
gallantly observe as the names are breathed forth of those leaving our 
community; we hug one another and remark-"Next year, in front of the font." 
Now, that next year has arrived, and the realization that there are people I 
will never see again.

My biological class, as I am fond of saying, the class of 2014 will be returning
this summer as we, my adoptive Class of 2015 will be embarking towards the 
islands of Internship..and our paths may not cross. I won't have time to chat,
catch up, reconnect with them. And  yet, there is a difference. Our energized
class of 2016 will take their bow onto the stage and leap into the audience 
as the path to internship widens and beckons them forth-and I may miss their 
performance. And yet there will be a difference.

There is something that shifts in the atmosphere as one shifts away from the 
harmonious LSTC community: the realization that this, our vocation and what 
Our Creator has called us towards is concrete. Our souls sync up with others 
whose experiences reflect with our own; our bond reaches out and is as tangled
as stout ivy that covers and blankets statues and figures that belong to time

There will be Synod Assemblies, First Call Pastor Conferences and Clusters, 
Churchwide Assembly gatherings and the magic of  Skype. We shall meet once
more but this time our feathers and our costumes will be slightly brighter. 
We shall recognize each otherbut the transformative blessings of the Triune 
God will encompass our very beings and we shall view one another in a
different light.

This shimmering pool of water speaks to me even now, as I have conversations
with dear friends of mine from the class of 2012, who joyfully come and visit 
these hallowed halls  which reflect back to them as an oasis. They now stand 
as my cloud of witnesses,to the indescribable joy and challenges of being among 
the ordained. 

This year was our turn among those gathered at Chapel; the Book of Life or 
rather our awesome Field Ed's binder was opened and we were called forth to 
boldly proclaim and to ask God to help and guide us. We traveled through the 
font as the waters of baptism were playfully splashed about; our conversations
as we passed  the peace turned to"So have you heard from your Intern
supervisor?"or"Where are you going to be staying?";"My intern congregation..." ,
"There are a couple of LSTC alum who are serving in the area and.."

Where shall we meet? Joyfully out in God's Creation where we serve, and 
continue to be nourished through the power of the Holy Spirit.

Thanks Be To God.

Lape Bondye, God's Peace.

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