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Our Church Has One Foundation: Part 1

8/12/2015

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So I finished final eight of eleven this afternoon and then went straight home to pack a bag and head to the Starnes'. It's funny--I come here as often as I possibly can, to this home with nine children under the age of fifteen. I come here to be a part of a family--I'm the 10th kid, by now. But I think I come for other reasons, too. I think I come because my soul feels connected here, like there's a part of me that deeply desires a family of this size, a house-life of this sort. There are many places I could go to "get away" from the hustle and bustle and exhaustion and chaos of nursing school. I choose to come stay with a tribe of eleven, where a two-year old asks me to read her "Miss Frizzle" for the thousandth time and an eight year old nestles close on the couch trying to sound out the big words in one chapter for an entire hour. I get studying done during the day when they're upstairs doing school, and the oldest brings me lunch and snacks. We gather around a table set for 12 for breakfast and dinner, and everyone helps clean the kitchen no less than 8397 times a day. 
The wash machine and dryer are always turning.

I just woke up from a 23-minute nap. Upon awakening, I had no idea where I was or how I got here or what day it is or why it was so dark outside. I'm the kind of girl who falls asleep in 4 minutes and has a night's worth of dreams in the next 20.

The couches here are so comfortable. And so old. Which is most definitely why they are so comfortable. I don't even bother trying to read upon them, anymore. It's futile.

Before falling asleep, though, an email came in from my Email Poet Friend. I read it a few times and got all teary eyed and the Voice Inside said: "time to write that post." It's a piece I've been churning and contemplating for quite some time, now. For years, really. 

Email Poet Friend said, "hope your exams are done and you are in the woods somewhere."

Let me say three things.

First, my exams are not done. I have three left. I am being tortured.

Second, I will soon be in the woods somewhere, as I can think of ZERO place I'd rather go than Straight to the Woods once finals are finished. In the woods, around campfire, is where I rest. The air is fresh and the roads aren't paved. Yes, I will head straight there.

Third, one of the greatest gifts in all of life is having People "in my court" who know and get me so very well. To be Known is the deepest desire of all of our hearts, yeah? The Father knows us. And that should be enough. But it sure is nice to have people-with-skin-on Knowing Us, too. This Email Poet Friend is someone I've never even hugged in real life. 
Yet with a single line he has proven that he Gets Me. 
In the woods somewhere. 
After a grueling round of finals. 
That is me.
Thank you, Poet Friend, for proving that you Care by showing that you Understand. I learn so much from you.

The Poet went on to explain that on July 27, I sent him a "novel" (aka a very, very long email) mentioning inter alia that my church in Oregon split in half before I moved to Texas. "Those words and thoughts stayed with me," he said. "A very bad poem came out of my brain, I wrote it, chucked it. The other day I woke up at 4am and this, with a few changes here & there, came tumbling/spewing out. I warn you: this might be a total piece of crap. You won't hurt my feelings if you delete it without comment. The working title is: Our Church Has One Foundation." 

Well, good Poet. Let me tell you. Your poem is not only not a piece of crap; it is a masterpiece. And I'll be damned if I don't listen to that Voice saying "now's the time to write that post." So, thanks. I wouldn't have Listened if you (a self-proclaimed atheist) wouldn't have sent this along.

Friends, I give you this poem very tenderly--like a mother might hand a kitten to her toddler child and say in a sweet voice "gentle now; hold the baby kitty softly; tuck its paws in tight; make it feel safe..." I will publish Part 2 of this post tomorrow--the part where I say words on this poem and all I've been contemplating for so long. For now, mull this over for the night. There is much Truth in these lines, and I wonder if we'll all recognize a bit of ourselves in its depths.

We are the hands and feet of Christ.
We meet each Sunday at ten and
Tuesdays at seven without fail.
I sit towards the back and you  
 
Sit near the front. My soul mixes
With yours, and you are the motion
Of mine. We have been at this church
Forever and always will. Today
 
And all tomorrows we stand proof
Against Satan and his ways: in
This small town, we are a very
Beacon, light deep in the forest.
 
Our fathers laid the cornerstone
In 1900 and we’ve been
Coming ever since: Depression,
War, trials of despair: we kept
 
Coming. What were our small disputes,
If our God reigned? Little mistakes
Meant nothing, because to do God’s
Will means working thru where good faith
 
Might err: The Lord was ours before
We were the Lord’s. Until we broke
Up, that is, half of us turning
Away, since many of us had
 
Captured a taste for pure truth, the
Really correct doctrine, God’s true
Plan; and the taste developed greatly.
Soon I could see you weren’t fit to
 
Teach our classes, and in a dream,
You saw I couldn’t be in the
Choir. You ceased to be my keeper,
And I knew you could look out for
 
Yourself. If all this made a few
Cry, well, time they knew that some folks
Can’t change for the better. Maybe
I mean to say won’t. Anytime
  
You want to apologise, look
Me up and I will listen, but
Chaff cut from the wheat has a way
Of staying chaff. Oh….I guess I
 
Miss you on Sundays, but on that
Day we chose whom to serve; God must
Have smiled on us, or you would not
Have rebelled, and there’d be no need

To cast you out. 
Picture
...to be continued

& the good poet 

3 Comments
Gene Carlson
8/11/2015 04:30:36 pm

Jordan,

I look forward to the rest of the poem tomorrow.

Gene

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Grandma
8/12/2015 01:32:26 am

I don't go into Facebook very often (as you know Jordan Jean) but I do find this a wonderful way to catch up on what you are doing, thinking!

Found the abortion article and your comments very thought-provoking. I had heard about Planned Parenthood and of course I am sick to my stomach as well. I can hardly read through it and I am sure you had trouble too. (What Planned Parenthood is involved in was not what was intended.) I could not agree more...in utero or in trouble and stress, we are all humanity and need God's grace and love. Amazing grace, yes, and so we ought to treat our brothers and sisters with that same grace, as imperfect as human grace might be and as imperfect as we might be. We are called upon to "love one another" every hour, day, week...in utero, in stress, or having a good day.

I too look forward to the rest of poem about broken churches.

Couldn't love you more and love and respect that loving, inquiring mind of yours.

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Jordan Richerson
8/12/2015 01:37:50 am

Hi Grandma! Thanks for reading the things I write and for enjoying what I put on Facebook. I agree with all you said about grace and extending it to each other. The thing I'm learning (especially with regard to the abortion issue) is that extending grace does NOT mean tolerating or condoning evil/sinful/wrong actions. There is a way to be gracious and kind and still not stand for the wrong in the world.

Hope you enjoy part 2.

Love you too,
Jordan

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