Even when we don't desire it, God is ripening. -Rilke
March - a month of ambivalence. Snow then
warmth. Sun then rain, then snow again, hot and cold and so it goes. It is not that March (or God or nature) cannot make
up its mind. It is that the truth of March is all those things, rolled into one. Its essence is the fertility of ambivalence,
the nutritious environment of indecision that embraces all the possibilities. March may be the most complained about month of
the year. We do not like uncertainty. Predictability is comforting - but rarely does it spur us to grow. It is our
good fortune that we are gifted each year with March, and its experience in the flesh of the truth of the psyche, soul and spirit.
So
my friends, even as your Search Committee is searching diligently for your new settled minister, and folks are getting excited about
the future yet to be, I encourage you to view that future firmly rooted in the present, in the time of uncertainty and unpredictability,
of changes both whimsical and sound. Stay with me and with each other in the rich and nourishing time when possibility stretches
endlessly and creativity can come out and play. Do not close the door on it too quickly, lest you miss the opportunities to
dream yourselves anew.
It may seem a strange message for me to be sending when you are receiving the request for generous pledged
giving that will support this congregation’s future. If so, I have not made myself clear. Supporting your future is essential. The more generously it is supported, the more it can flourish, flower, and fruit, thus feeding the souls that gather within and those
to whom you reach out.
What I know of life (my own as well as church life) is that the most vibrant and compelling future is
fed and sustained by a generosity of thought, of dreams, of mind and spirit nurtured in the ambiguous and dreaming times when we allow
ourselves to have them.
So do join me in the welcoming of March, reveling in its annoying habit of surprise and unpredictability. Enter into the spirit of the time, with hopes raised and dashed and raised again. It is the preparation. Come April, surely you will find yourself ready to welcome Easter.
Blessings,
Rev. Anita