The following was written at the end of March.
The wind almost blew me down the street. It was bitter cold and came with a force. The proverbial March lion was not going out as a lamb, instead it continued to roar with sub degree temperatures and cold winds.
Hopping off the subway at my early morning hour I came across a lovers’ quarrel. Voices were raised in accusation, frustration, and anger. Like many couples, one was trying to hush the other, embarrassed for the scene.
And like many quarrels, it wasn’t working. Instead, the arguments grew louder and more forceful.
The world – it doesn’t get easier. My senses are alert to pain and brokenness; to lover’s quarrels and severed relationships.
It’s these moments in the city — the moments when lover’s quarrels, homeless veterans, and broken people remind me that I need grace. Every day. Every minute. It is these moments when Valerie asks for money instead of coffee, because she wants to buy black pants and a white shirt – her “interview uniform” she calls it. It’s these moments where I look at the faces surrounding me and every one of them has a furrowed brow. We are the people of the furrowed brows.
And then there are those early morning moments where I pass someone and immediately think “God, be with the crazy people.” and then I immediately follow it by the Jesus Prayer because I know there is such a fine line between the crazy people and me.
Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, Have Mercy on Me.
And in these early morning moments it’s so clear we can’t do this without grace. I can’t do this without grace.
This world overwhelms, Jesus offers the only solution.
Heaven meets earth on a Sunday morning and the body and the blood offer grace. Earth meets Heaven on a Monday morning, begging for restoration. Sunday will transition to Monday until the end of time. But the one who gifts us with time will ever offer grace.
Did you ever think about how muffins can be such grace? This morning it hit me — Stacy’s creativity is grace for me every Monday. She says this about today’s muffins “This week’s muffin is going to be a variation on the British traditional Easter simnel cake, made into muffins and decorated with marzipan balls to represent the apostles.” Head here to get the recipe for Easter Simnel Muffins
7 thoughts on “On Lovers’ Quarrels, Crazy People & Early Morning Grace”
Love this, Marilyn! You really are my blogging-twin… did you see my post along these lines last week? http://thelinkbetweenworlds.com/2014/04/10/theres-more-to-life-than-bending-til-you-break/ –
My most frequent prayer recently has been, “Lord, have mercy on me and all the other crazies…”
Thank you so much for linking! I hadn’t seen but love it love it. You have described my trajectory in that piece!
“God, be with the crazy people.” Oh what a perfect prayer for Berlin! And thank you for the reminder that the line in indeed a very fine one. “Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, Have Mercy on Me.”
Bayta – I have to remind myself of that every day. Thinking of you in Berlin today. How I would love to visit you!
If you do ever make it to Berlin, be sure to get in touch!