It’s hard to write tonight.
The news is so distressing.
George Floyd’s tragic death is the tip of the spear.
We should all be coming together to fight the Corona virus —
and the other viruses of injustice, racism, and inequality.
We need wise leaders. We need change.
Will it happen?
Despair comes more easily than hope these days.
But we are not the first to live in desperate times.
Julian of Norwich, 14th century anchorite and mystic, was six years old when the Black Death
swept through her city, killing up to a third of the population.
Julian survived the plague but later became deathly ill at the age of thirty.
She is famous today as the author of Revelations of Divine Love, the first book by a woman.
The book describes visions Julian received while close to death.
After being given last rites, she had sixteen separate visions of Jesus,
enough to keep her contemplating and writing for 40 more years.
Her most famous words come back to us in our times of need:
“All shall be well. And all shall be well.
All manner of things shall be well.”
Songwriter and musician Meg Barnhouse has written a song that consoles me tonight.
I hope you hear in it the voice of the Mothering God Julian envisioned.
The same day my friend and pilgrim sister Janet sent me this song,
I also saw grandson Owen’s
sidewalk chalk drawing.
I asked Owen what inspired him to make this drawing.
“When we went on our walks around town, I saw other people writing encouraging words and making rainbows.
I liked that.
So I made my own in front of our house.”
Julian wrote a book. Meg Barnhouse wrote a song. Owen made chalk art. What do you do when the world seems wrong and you are sad, lonely, confused, or anxious?