Sharon A. Benton Lead Pastor of First Congregational Church, UCC of Bellingham, Washington sends in a contemplative piece to inspire / agitate / energize reflection on next week’s lectionary scripture which is a version of the beatitudes.
Blessings you have heaped upon me
like this pile of unwashed laundry.
It grows with each discard:
the jacket on which I dripped
this morning’s muddy cup—blessed
are those who hunger and thirst;
the sweaty tube socks I wore
all last week—blessed
are the meek;
these frayed and faded jeans so stiff with dirt
(mom would say) they can stand by themselves—blessed,
blessed are the poor.
This pile’s stench intensifies as none ever come
to separate it into loads: lights and darks, delicate
and permanent press (who has the coin for all this?)
And still you toss on blessing
upon blessing—the mourners,
the merciful, the pure of heart—
until this moldering mount strains high
enough for you to step up and preach