This quote from Simone Weil got my attention this morning. Especially in these days when we’re exhorted to reach out to each other. It all depends….
The capacity to pay attention to an afflicted person is something very rare, very difficult; it is nearly a miracle. It is a miracle. Nearly all those who believe they have this capacity do not. Warmth, movements of the heart, and pity are not sufficient.
Simone Weil, Waiting for God
Are we ready for affliction? Ready to experience it? Prepared to live and die with it?
I’m talking primarily, but not only about we the white people of the USA, narrowly defined by political and religious affiliations. Are we ready?
Or are we still hanging onto our bootstraps mentality. Proud, tall and lily-white. Still finding it difficult if not impossible to attend to the afflictions of strangers or even acquaintances.
Perhaps we’re afraid we’ll look into the mirror of their afflictions and discover our own afflictions. Or worse–the source of their afflictions, carried in us like a deadly live virus all dressed up in fancy clothes.
During this period of Lent, the afflictions of Jesus show us the truth about ourselves. He was afflicted, and though we may have felt sorry for him, we wrote him off.
Isaiah 53:3 (New Revised Standard Version)
He was despised and rejected by others;
a man of suffering and acquainted
and as one from whom others hide
he was despised, and we held him of
Perhaps the true leaders of tomorrow will be the afflicted. Those of no account. Even though they have experience, skills and knowledge we’ve discounted for generations. Strangers who have survived among us for decades with affliction as their constant companion. Even in so-called safe spaces.
As a follower of Jesus, I have one Savior. I am also, however, surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses I haven’t heeded. Virtual strangers. Women, men and children whose everyday lives are layered with affliction.
What does it mean to give an afflicted person my full attention? Have I ever done this?
Questions like these are on my mind as we witness the painful removal of legal requirements, funding sources, and small islands of hope and trust that helped level the playing field for the last several decades.
This strange never-never land may not end well. Nonetheless, I want to end with a bang, not a whimper.
©Elouise Renich Fraser, 6 March 2018
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