Friday rain. With a week-end of more rain and the deluge of the wicked and the lost is upon us. First in slow drizzle and a myriad of betrayals. The drip, drip, dripping of half-truths and lies until soaked and chilled we are. Defiled and chilled.
You would be hard pressed to find an institution more intensely focused on symbols than the Roman Catholic Church. Its liturgy is a tapestry of symbols, ornate, beautiful, compelling, richly textured by all five senses. Hence, it is inconceivable that the pontiff did not know with whom he met and embraced in the person of Kim Davis. She is a symbol for the denial of human rights to Gay persons as Gov. George Wallace was a symbol of denial to full citizenship to African-Americans. In 1963, Gov. Wallace stood at the entrance of the University of Alabama, defying the federal government’s order to move and allow Black students entrance into the university. He refused and like Kim Davis, asserted legal arguments for defying the federal government’s order. Was his act an act of conscience? of course it was and like Kim Davis’ act of conscience, a misguided and corrupted conscience. That the pontiff met her in secret alerts us to the fact that he knew what she represents. Can you imagine the pontiff meeting with George Wallace soon after his blocking the school house door and offering the excuse that he meets with a lot of people? Please. This kind of excuse is an insult to our intelligence.Once again we are subjected to the vile news that a man with a gun has shot down ten people and wounded tens of others. He apparently took glee in singling out Christians to kill. And yet, the Christian Right, the NRA and just good ole patriotic Americans feel no pang of conscience when something like this happens. We are defiled and chilled. This is The Mocking of Christ, as depicted by the Fifteenth Century artist, Matthias Grünewald. Look at who carries out this mockery in that painting. They are upright citizens, they are good old boys, they are the upright religious brigades. How awful. How shameful.
I have no political stratagem to offer. Just a lament and cry for God’s mercy in our lives and in our world. Today, find time to listen to a Kyrie. Get alone in a quiet place and pray. For we are a corrupted people whose hearts, like a branch infested by insects, are hollowed out. Lord, have mercy. Christ, have mercy.