Nov. 30: See no future, speak no future, have no future
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A command resounds throughout the divine assembly, addressing the attendant beings gathered before Yahweh. The heavens have been burdened with the sufferings of a people. The sheer gravity of their loss, the trauma of their fate, the numbness that has settled upon a once thriving community, now dislocated and disheartened – hangs like a shroud upon heaven and earth. Comfort them!
All chronic suffering seems endless, a potent cocktail of pain and shame. Conditioned neural firings debilitate the body. Social stigma robs us of esteem, even in our own eyes. Over time we make peace with the pain, we placate ourselves into a stupor that seems our only defense. We wear the ignominy of our crippledness like a raggedy coat, embracing the stasis of our diminished condition as a kind of refuge. Will it never end?
Cry out, you priests and prophets, teachers and leaders! Revive the spirits of your people.
Not with false hopes and self-aggrandizing proclamations. Don’t puff them up with saber-rattling triumphalism or mesmerize them with pie-in-the-sky consolations. Though you, too, ache with the wounds of your people, declare to them the truth that no one can yet see: Your God is here with you! The opening strains of the New Exodus Symphony begin lilting on the breeze.
The voice of the herald cries out (in beautifully balanced verse):
(A) In the wilderness (B) prepare (C) the way (D) of YHWH.
(B’) Make straight (A’) in the desert (C’) a highway (D’) for our God.