‘Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets
and stones those who are sent to it! How often have I desired to gather your children together
as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you were not willing!
See, your house is left to you.
And I tell you, you will not see me
until the time comes when you say, “Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord.” ’
I had scoffed at my wife when she spoke of aches and pains following her personal training sessions. Scoffed because my distance from fitness was not as clear to me as it perhaps should have been. As it transpired, I would have to take up some of her sessions as she was unavailable for a few weeks.
Confidently I strolled into the gym, a slight tinge of fear but confidence none-the-less. Realistically I limped out the gym. Dripping sweat and shattered illusions in equal measure. The days since the end of the football season had quickly rolled into weeks and months and regardless of my regular swim sessions, whatever fitness I had was evidently no more. #R.I.P
My older brother told me a while back that you loose fitness faster than you gain it. Interesting thought eh! The task of maintaining fitness is less difficult than the task of gaining it. “No Pain No Gain’ the old saying goes. It had crept up behind the decisions driven by indiscipline.
What’s that got to do with Jerusalem?
A strange thing happens when a response gets turned into a ritual. The assumption over the outcome really affects the heart of the act and eventually even the vision of which the act is a response. Somewhere in the process of obedience to the law, in the turning to scriptures to discover more from them, the sight and sound of the living – active and moving – God whose Word dictated their deeds was replaced by the ritual itself. There he stood amongst them, unknown to them and lamenting their self blinkered hearts.
I suppose the days since the red sea; since the manna; since the walls of Jericho; those days had turned to centuries of sacrifices; incarnations of the temple; graceless hierarchies and worst of all, rules that drowned love.
Priests had become pharisees. Condemning instead of mediating. The watchmen became the evictors.
“Go” He said. With weighted measure we
Obeyed. With sword, bow and scepter our siege
We laid. In decadence we hewed out our footholds
In the foothills of grace’s dismay. With hands,
By architecture tainted, this earthen town we laid.
In thick steel our gates we made; their outward
Arrows sharp as gazes. So high the walls
We chose erect that the early breeze, once
Composed abated. The mighty streams, whom
Once in spring we bathed, in anxious zeal
Rose we and tamed; life we chained in hymns,
And winds to whom once in song we’d yield,
Chose we assail.
What’s freely given, if not valued is easily lost.
© Denis Adide 2015
3 Replies to “Revisiting Talitha”
Takes me to 1 peter 5: 6-8 … Maintenance of our faith is meant to be the easy part but the enemy doesnt even need to attack us directly, just distract us so we dont even notice we aren’t maintaining our spiritual lives any longer but we still feel like weve left things the way they are when really we are depleting … we need to be sober and vigilant.
Really good post
An interesting post indeed brother. I guess alongside those ‘days since’ we can also add the destruction of the temple and the invasion of foreign armies, in Jesus’ time, Rome. Fear gripped the people, those who hated them helped turn the religious leaders’ hearts to stone.
Yep. Time and life, pain and sorrow; these erode the image of the first love. Not one of us exempt. As the comment prior says, the task is vigilance.