land of rest

Land of Rest is a blog of Peter Jenks. Poems, quotes and photos are by Peter Jenks (unless otherwise noted or I miss noting an older post's photo) and are copyrighted, you are free to use these if you acknowledge their source.

This is also the site where I will be updating and listing the schedule for my radio show, Words of the Morning, which can be heard on WRFR.org on Tuesday and Thursday mornings from 7 am until 8 am.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

preparing to reflect upon a life

My mother's funeral is coming up and my brother and I are scheduled to say a few words. In preparation for this I have found myself greatly moved. The mere act of summing up or putting together words that will somehow reflect the light of someone's life is daunting to say the least, let alone someone who has defined and made possible my own life.
I find that words do not even come close to being able to convey the thoughts, feelings, understandings and expressions I feel and the depth of her love. Simply waking this morning on a cold snowy day with the one I love, covered and kept warm by the quilt she so lovingly made is an amazing legacy of love she has left me. The sweaters and the worry that she has covered me with and the avalanche of memories that seem to bury me again and again these days is hard to shovel into any form of meaning, let alone allow me to dig a path out in order to look at her life from any perspective.
The power of love is beyond my comprehension. The breadth of love and connection is something I can touch and hold onto with items valued only by me because of the effects upon my life. The nuances of love create shadows and traces that give my life depth. Anything I imagine I could say always leaves more to be said, I suppose that is what we do as we carry on with the love that has been given us.


Friday, February 20, 2015

the art of prayer


Recently I was asked for a good book on prayer. Many began to race through my head, from the Episcopal denominational book by Margaret Gunthner to the centering prayer work of Richard Rohr, to various devotional works, to classics to Richard Foster’s great piece, Prayer, finding the heart’s true home.  But in reflecting on these works, and thinking that Richard Foster’s would probably be the best as a response to this particular request, I was left with the lack that many of these works have. There is not much said in these works about the importance of creativity in the journey of prayer.  My litmus for a healthy prayer and spiritual life is threefold; one, an engaged and active energy with scripture, two, a deep sense of humor and the ability to laugh at ourselves, and to understand the humor of God, and three, the frequency and depth of one’s singing. If we can sing we can pray. And this for me travels deeper into the larger realm of creativity. I paint because I pray. My portraits are all forms of prayer, a hybrid of icon and portraiture. Each one is more prayer than painting. I have one portrait that I have been working on for more than 10 years, and it is all because my prayers are not letting go, I keep returning and need to keep my prayers for this woman and her child ever before me, and her mother as well. It is all the expression of my prayer.

The activity of prayer is not only our thoughts, nor just our breathing, nor just our actions towards others, but our entire engaged life. It is in our cooking and eating, in our lovemaking and in our play, in our meetings and in all we create. Prayer is the dynamic relationship we have with our pets and with our gardens and with our automobiles and bicycles and with our bodies.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

the honor of blessing

As a preacher, I spend a great deal of time crafting words and finding ways to express thoughts about issues that transcend and somehow give meaning to our lives. And, yet, there are times when I am so deeply humbled that I find that words cannot express the thoughts and experiences that I face. As a pastor I have the great honor and privilege to be with people during extreme times of loss, pain, suffering and challenge. Simply being present with others is for me one of the most rewarding experiences I have in the role of priest; for it is in these moments that I unfold what I can only express as deep love and compassion for those with whom I sit and pray.
I have sat with many people as they faced death, and also with families who have lost loved ones. In each case I learn more about the mysteries of this life and see the harsh reality that the deeper we love, the deeper the hurt and loss when we lose someone we love. I also know that no matter how long the illness and how well we prepare for someone’s death, it is always difficult when the time comes. So recently, with all my knowledge and experience, I was faced with the death of my mother. And all the truths I knew were there for me to experience first-hand for myself. What was renewing and overwhelming for me was the deep care and gentle gestures offered by those with whom I have sat. People who I know have faced deep wounds and loss, and know the valley of the shadow well. The honor of companionship is something that I cannot express, I come up with words like thankful and overwhelmed, but there is so much more to the experience.
In this time of loss I have been humbled to see how I sometimes hold onto simplistic notions and expressions; sometimes I am moved by what could be seen as sentimental theology, and superstitious thinking. It does not surprise me, because I and so many of us have superstitious or simplistic beliefs when it comes to sporting events – like how I find myself leaving the room when my team is winning, because that will help them continue to win. But the journey of faith is the common life in which we find ourselves  with each other as we face our mortal journeys. The experience of religion is not the understanding or formulated thoughts with which we agree or not, but the wrestle and the engagement with each other in our struggles which sometimes leads to common understandings or even the transforming of older understandings. There is an old hymn that begins, “What a friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and griefs to bear!.I have always held onto the presence of God in a very quiet way as I have faced trying times, more so than I hold onto my ideas of faith. And I have experienced that somehow my suffering is felt by God, and it is most often through sharing our experiences with each other,  seeing the loss in someone else and coming to the place where I can share my own pain.
I try to write what it is I have come to see and feel, and it ends up like trying to write music to a symphony with simply crayons and markers. The formulas of faith, the definitions and expressions always come after the experience; and like retelling a dream, they continually change in the retelling to the point that perhaps the descriptions begin to make their own story apart from the original dream.  There is a place of love; and it is in the eyes and hands that reach out to us and to whom we reach towards.  This place and time of holy engagement is not found in what might be considered or wished for blessings but in the blessings of what might be in fact what we wish our blessing would help us from having to face. The simplicities and intricacies of understandings are helpful, but what matters more, I am finding, is the presence of life with life, pain with pain, grief with grief, laughter with laughter, and in these moments are mysteries beyond anything I can express. It is in this place that I am so deeply honored, and so deeply alive.  


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