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6th-Jul-2008 10:32 am
I need assistance with butchering.


Is anyone proficient at slaughtering?

Here's the issue: I need to learn how to kill the fatted calf. I am (hopefully, God willing) moving to Kenya for a while, where I will be working in a nation recently wounded by inter tribal violence. It is an area that needs the power of reconciliation. I don't understand reconciliation at the national level any more than I understand reconciliation at the personal level. I read Henri Nouwen's "Bread for the Journey" every morning. The dates of late July through early August find Good ol' Henri preoccupied with the return of the prodigal and the return of the "other" son. The "other" son is the one who did not turn away. At least not physically. His heart was hardened. I sympathize with the non-prodigal son. When I read about his plight, I feel the softest part of my heart surrounded by hardened scar tissue.

My brother came home years ago. After spending most of his adult as a drug addict, stealing from the family, and disappearing for periods of time, he came home....with lymphoma. He died five months after he returned. My mother relates this homecoming to the biblical narrative of the long lost prodigal child. I don't remember it that way. My brother never asked for forgiveness, at least not to me. Although I sat by his bed, cared for his two children, and cared for him like a nurse, I never reconciled with my brother. I dutifully cared for and silently hated him until his final inhalation of air.

Four year later I still have dreams that he is crawling out of his grave looking for me. I am annoyed at best, pissed of at worse, and I make haste to rebury him.

Maybe these nightmares will stop if I had some sort of welcoming home present to offer him, some grand tribute of forgiveness...say a chubby little calf to cook up?

I don't know what this metaphor would represent exactly (especially post-mortem) so I am left feeling like the angry brother in the story. I hope God has a special place in his heart for those who take weeks, months, or years to fully forgive.
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9th-Jul-2008 01:52 pm (UTC) - forgiveness
Anonymous
Amen on the hope you express at the end. Forgiveness is beastly. I was hurt significantly by lies and choices other people made, and by the community that allowed, encouraged, and stood by with flat affect or averted eyes. In the middle of the chaos, I found myself wondering whether that crap they say about forgiveness as a process vs. forgiveness as a decision is even worth the breath spent on my several hundred heavy sighs. I tried to pray for those I hadn't forgiven (who never sought forgiveness either, as your brother had not). Tried hard. Surprised myself with new pockets of anger that could have eaten me like quicksand. And then, a few weeks ago, while praying intently for someone else, suddenly the prayers took on a different subject and I found myself praying for the person I thought I could never forgive (could pity perhaps, but never forgive.) So, nothing to brag about really. Now a modest total of three occasions of sincere and open-handed prayer for, but it's as though Grace or whatever current of God it is that runs backwards through the circuits reached into me and prayed for me (shaped or direct my prayers, already in progress) when I could not.

I see Grace in the questions you carry with you-- God reaching toward you, chasing you, hoping you will slow down and be caught.
9th-Jul-2008 10:38 pm (UTC) - Re: forgiveness
thank you thank you thank you.
11th-Jul-2008 10:22 pm (UTC) - Re: forgiveness
I've have had to deal with addicts, I know they can be manipulative people who never recognize their own responsibility. That's a difficult thing to deal with. Your dream speaks clearly: forgiveness is ultimately for your benefit, not for your brother's.
I wonder about the parable, though: the older brother doesn't kill the fatted calf, it's the father. Jacob and Esau might be more fitting (the basic idea is the same, of course).
It's a process: live up the light you are given, and more will be granted.
13th-Jul-2008 09:58 pm (UTC)
I've read this a couple times. I guess I don't have much to say, except that my prayers are with you, and I've got a story to tell you about my Grandma Rudd sometime.
See you Thursday, if not before.

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