Like the 5,000 men — in addition to women and children —on the mountaintop that day, I came to Lyndale hungry for belonging and assurance and wisdom. Here, as a congregant and a staff member I have been so abundantly fed. As I transition out of this role, I hold so much gratitude for each of you. I am sure that all I have learned during my time on staff at Lyndale will continue to unfold within me in the seasons and years to come, offering new insights and moments of revelation even in a new professional context.
Who were these folx seeking to silence Bartimaeus? Were they the disciples who, just moments before, Jesus had rebuked and told them of the radical equity in God’s realm? Were they pilgrims on their way to Jerusalem? Whoever they were, they seemed to be suffering from the same hard-heartedness that Caitlin’s friends were so concerned about.
I am listening to, I am hearing, I am seeing Old turtle, our children, our youth, our varied generations in our faith community our message of love, our prayer from the earth, our prayers for others, our prayers for safety, for home, and for heath.
And it would have remained a singular event had it ended there. If all of those who experienced the power, joy, love and creativity that day had stayed gazing at the Stonewall Inn after the Uprising that was the Stonewall Rebellion, it would have remained a singular resurrection moment.