June 30, 2021
Today, in God’s Lavish Mercy, we pray with Psalm 34. We do so in the light of our first reading which tells us the heart-wrenching story of Hagar.
As Hagar sat opposite Ishmael, he began to cry.Genesis 21: 15-19
God heard the boy’s cry,
and God’s messenger called to Hagar from heaven:
“What is the matter, Hagar?
Don’t be afraid; God has heard the boy’s cry in this plight of his.
Arise, lift up the boy and hold him by the hand;
for I will make of him a great nation.”
Then God opened her eyes, and she saw a well of water.
She went and filled the skin with water, and then let the boy drink.
Surely Hagar, and her baby Ishmael, are “poor ones” whose cries the Lord hears.
When the poor ones called out, the LORD heard,Psalm 34: 7-8
and from all distress saved them.
The angel of the LORD encamps
around those who fear God, and delivers them.
Hagar is the embodiment of a faith that has surrendered everything to God. She is pressed to it by the circumstances of her life. But even in that press, she has a choice: God or godlessness.
God sees her heart choice and opens her eyes to its power:
The revelation I take from today’s readings?
Even in our deepest thirsts, there is a “well of water” awaiting us when we live in faith and reverence for God:
Fear the LORD, you holy ones,Psalm 34: 10-11
for nought is lacking to those who fear God.
The great grow poor and hungry;
but those who seek God want for no good thing.
Poetry: Hagar in the Wilderness by Tyehimba Jess
My God is the living God,
God of the impertinent exile.
An outcast who carved me
into an outcast carved
by sheer and stony will
to wander the desert
in search of deliverance
the way a mother hunts
for her wayward child.
God of each eye fixed to heaven,
God of the fallen water jug,
of all the hope a vessel holds
before spilling to barren sand.
God of flesh hewn from earth
and hammered beneath a will
immaculate with the power
to bear life from the lifeless
like a well in a wasteland.
I'm made in the image of a God
that knows flight but stays me
rock still to tell a story ancient as
slavery, old as the first time
hands clasped together for mercy
and parted to find only their own
salty blessing of sweat.
I have been touched by my God
in my creation, I've known her caress
of anointing callus across my face.
I know the lyric of her pulse
across these lips... and yes,
I've kissed the fingertips
of my dark and mortal God.
She has shown me the truth
behind each chiseled blow
that's carved me into this life,
the weight any woman might bear
to stretch her mouth toward her
one true God, her own
beaten, marble song.
Music: El Roi (Hagar’s Song)