This may come as a surprise to no one- but I identify very strongly with Jeremiah, the Weeping Prophet of the Christian Old Testament. I feel things- suffering specifically-so very deeply I am sometimes paralyzed. A simple conversation with my husband about gender roles and careers has had me sinking into a quick sand of thousands of years of patriarchy and “this is what we do to women” in a matter of minutes. And before he knows it I am sobbing for all the women of generations past with unrealized dreams because they were unfortunately born with the wrong sex organs. I can hear a sermon with only male gendered pronouns and find myself weeping for girls being sex trafficked in countries 1,000 of miles away- the connection so clear to me it pumps through my veins and leaves me exhausted from pain.
“But how do we remain contemplative and engage in activism?” A question I didn’t even know I had until I heard myself ask it. Better to say The Question I didn’t know I had. Or maybe I did. Maybe that question is what some of my earlier writing was asking, but I was not ready to hear the answer.
In April I had the opportunity of a life time – I was able to attended Trinity: The Heart of Creation put on by The Center for Action and Contemplation. Some of you may have seen my update on Instagram and Facebook about meeting Richard Rohr (I cried. A lot.). The weekend was incredible- I took over 50 pages of notes and was moved to tears countless times. It was a perfect blend of academic pursuit and spiritual quest. Below is a very short and in-comprehensive list of what resonated with me. I will return to many of these topics in future posts to flesh out the ideas and add in some of my personal thoughts. But for now, treat this as a little preview or an overview of the weekend in no particular order.