Day 14 of Lent: Theology of Rice

The Day’s Scripture

Ephesians 3:14-21 (NIV)

14 For this reason I kneel before the Father, 15 from whom every family in heaven and on earth derives its name. 16 I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, 17 so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, 18 may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, 19 and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.
20 Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, 21 to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.

Reflection, a Poem

Theology of Rice
by Dave Sim
In my family, we’d always have a pot of fresh steamed rice in house.  There was abundant comfort in knowing that.  Gloriously rich mornings—running into the day, barefeet on linoleum, into the kitchen to the counter, and reaching for that silver button on my tip-toes. The waft of steam assaulting my face gently like holy water poured upon sauna rocks—forcing my soul to kneel down before some unseen authority. My eyes sloe, squinting almonds, partially from an earlier slumber and partially from the forbearance of heat– but mostly a birthright, a rich and abundant inheritance.  Jesus splitting protein and carbohydrates in a miraculous culinary fission. I would press forward like a waterbug—a miniature wooden paddle in my left hand—ready to plunge depths, ready to hit back, into the landscape of white—glowing moon—a community of sarl (rice grains) willing to pastor me.  My mother’s bap sot (rice pot) always took me in, always contained me.  My ravenous appetite embodies it, the extension of her nurture and father’s Gospel admonitions.  Jesus’ hands, consistently bottomless, a well of recycled spring waters, rationed yet flowing freely through generations and light years like discovery and spore drive.

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