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Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Say Something

Now the disciples had forgotten to bring any bread; and they had only one loaf with them in the boat. And he cautioned them, saying, "Watch out - beware of the yeast of the Pharisees and the yeast of Herod." They said to one another, "It is because we have no bread." And becoming aware of it, Jesus said to them, "Why are you talking about having no bread? Do you still not perceive or understand? Are your hearts hardened? Do you have eyes, and fail to see? Do you have ears, and fail to hear? And do you not remember? When I broke the five loaves for the five thousand, how many baskets full of broken pieces did you collect?" They said to him, "Twelve." "And the seven for the four thousand, how many baskets full of broken pieces did you collect?" And they said to him, "Seven." Then he said to them, "Do you not yet understand?
~Mark 8:14-21

Lera, the Duchess

Jesus speaks in metaphors. The disciples hear nonsensical prose.
"Beware of the yeast," he says.
"OMG, we are out of bread!" they cry.
As if Jesus didn't just take care of the bread problem on the hill.

How many times do we need assurance that we are loved
that we are cared for

that we matter?
Seventy times seventy, I say.

Thunder on all you want about faithlessness
Complain, O Lord, these people have no eyes nor ears!
May I remind you that you are the one who made us
And anyway, you speak in metaphors again

Do you not remember how small it is to be human?
How many times must you reassure?
Seventy times seventy
How long must you endure this faithless generation?
Well, you are the one who made the generations
And you are the one taking your sweet time
to return

you give me my daily bread
and my tummy is full
but my spirit is empty
where are you then, O Lord?
Am I supposed to fill my spirit with bread?
Oh, trust me, I have tried to eat my way to fullness!
The tummy is full but the spirit is empty
Where are you now?

and because you like metaphors and special effects
and audio/visuals, here's a song for you.

Seventy times seventy, Lord
To be human is to be small
and plaintive
and to long for what one can never quite grasp.
So yes, you will have to say it again.
Seventy times seventy.

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