Sundays are Spirituality Day here at Taking it to the Streets
This morning at my church, Unity Church of Crystal Lake, our pastor Tom Wendt was talking about the lessons we can learn from Easter – that after every death comes a resurrection – but between the death and the resurrection is the time in the cave. He talked about how that was a necessary part of the process. And went on to say that sometimes it’s a quick time, sometimes a long time, but that the important thing is to not “build a home in the cave.”
That’s stayed with me all day. When you have a loss, people will tell you “it’s a process” and often they bring up Elisabeth Kubler-Ross’s stages of grief which further helps one to GET that it’s a process that takes T I M E. Time that feels like eternity whilst you’re going through it, if you ask me.
And, as icky as it can feel after a death of any sort in our lives (not just the death of someone near to us, but the death of a marriage, a career, a job, an identity) we CAN find ourselves settling in to the ‘new life’ that fate has thrust upon us, when, in fact, it’s time to move on towards resurrection.
I guess the trick is, as Kenny Rogers says, knowing “when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em…”
Tom didn’t say much about that. But I suspect discernment of that sort when it doesn’t arise organically is aided and abetted by prayer. And by tuning in to the clues from our environment and those we love.
I realized after a party last night that I had ‘settled in’ in a way that wasn’t serving me, and in fact, was making me a tiny bit churlish.
So journaling this morning about how I do and don’t want to show up, followed by Tom’s admonition to not “build a home in the cave” seemed not coincidental to me. So I’ll pack up my things and leave the residence of sorrow-and-losing-hope-and-woe-is-me and move on out into the light of spring. I think it’s not likely coincidental either that Passover and Easter are in the spring, at least here in the Northern Hemisphere. As we get a visceral reminder of the return of the Sun and of hope, so too our Western religions tell us the same thing – roll back the stone, Life has returned.
Happy Easter and Happy Passover and Happy Return to Life.
And do pop in and tell me – have you ever found yourself “building a home in the cave” when it was only supposed to be a part of the post-death transition? How did YOU roll back the stone?