Generosity abounds, because of it I find myself on retreat. I am surrounded by a yard filled with beauty, two tall Oaks worthy of my hugging and an imagination pulling like a 10 month old lab to come out and play.
> Ocean waves, rainbows, and sunsets set out to do their magic act of calming souls of all who dare get near their rhythm. John Steinbeck’ s travels with a dog named Charley invites a dialogue and engagement with an America of his devotion and struggle. A narrative written over 50 years ago that may easily have been written yesterday.
So much to be reflected on, so much offering in this escape.
Yet, the sobering news of a Grand Jury’s findings of alleged sex abuse in the Roman Church and the institution’s misguided (and horrific)systemic response for self-protection can do nothing other than draw all of us out of any hiding we may be in.
I actually know or have known some of those names in this report. I am sure some of you reading this have or do as well.
My heart work is focused on justice. Justice that must come to those who violated so many. Justice to all of those in authority who chose in a moment to protect an institution over a victim’s broken life. The institutional sin is overbearing. Justice means accountability and setting things right so such destructive behaviors have Zero place.
It goes without saying that the many many faithful and devout Christian brothers and sisters in the Roman Church need our support and prayers. They need our hearts and our love. They must keep their faith in Jesus alive, especially now. We must too.
It also goes with lots of saying that those who have been abused, mistreated, violated probably far outnumber the thousand named by this report. It also goes with a-lot of saying that our focus need be there, with those who were violated.
I know first hand the destructive force of such a trust violating perpetration. The wounds of such are not often visible. They run deep and sometimes hide, waiting for the most inopportune time to rise to the surface and wreak a devastation. The path to healing is long, arduous, and sometimes lonely. Prayers, open hearts, and God’s Grace the only ointment I have known.
Someday soon I will write about hugging Oak Trees and becoming a child again in a beautiful yard that invites imagination.
Today I lament and ask you to do the same.