Day 10 of Lent: On This Mountain

“Dialogue of the Mountains” Yoram Raanan. Inspired by the midrash in Bereishit Rabbah, in which the mountains argue on which one the Torah will be given.

The Day’s Scriptures

Isaiah 25:6-9 NIV

On this mountain the Lord Almighty will prepare
    a feast of rich food for all peoples,
a banquet of aged wine—
    the best of meats and the finest of wines.
On this mountain he will destroy
    the shroud that enfolds all peoples,
the sheet that covers all nations;
    he will swallow up death forever.
The Sovereign Lord will wipe away the tears
    from all faces;
he will remove his people’s disgrace
    from all the earth.
The Lord has spoken.
In that day they will say,
“Surely this is our God;
    we trusted in him, and he saved us.
This is the Lord, we trusted in him;
    let us rejoice and be glad in his salvation.”

John 4:19-23 CEB

19 The woman said, “Sir, I see that you are a prophet. 20 Our ancestors worshipped on this mountain, but you and your people say that it is necessary to worship in Jerusalem.”
21 Jesus said to her, “Believe me, woman, the time is coming when you and your people will worship the Father neither on this mountain nor in Jerusalem. 22 You and your people worship what you don’t know; we worship what we know because salvation is from the Jews. 23 But the time is coming—and is here!—when true worshippers will worship in spirit and truth. The Father looks for those who worship him this way.

Reflection (a poem)

Utterly Wild by Dave Sim
 
Which way to the courtship hall, because there’s no music–
no parking validation, no hope for soul-myelogram?
I am triaged and scorched.
Sore hamstrings on Haystack
hiding, not
resting like David’s prayer
in a cave and my ripped cloth
tweeting Saul.
When the sun breaks, over-instagram-ed flowers
will receive the filters of bees
and my eyes will be utterly wild
and each appropriation will be the king’s choice
because you hold my elbows and tell me how goes it
with my own soul in the mother tongue.
Here are shelves of books with Japanese and Korean text.
They are the dessert wells of my father’s sermons
that we have now backed-up to this SSD–on this mountain.
Now, he is in another room nodding off into half-sleep
like an old samurai relinquishing his partially-expressed sword to
his son who glances and discards things after unwrapping.
But tomorrow I will assert myself in the field, in a strange land,
afterward, then, we will build our house in peace-time.

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