Thea, Threshold of beauty and wisdom, You open your arms to us at the door of your dwelling-place. Reveal the warm mystery of your hospitality That we may learn how to greet the holy other in our midst. Amen.
Easter draws near, and I find myself disappointed. I'm excited for the resurrection day, but I don't feel prepared for it. Like all Pelagian Christians, I have this sense that I should have done more (or at least done better) this Lent. Pelagius was deemed a heretic, though. He implied that the human person had all the resources at her disposal (okay, his disposal--I doubt he would have been concerned with women) to achieve salvation. And Christianity doesn't work like that. I don't save myself. Salvation--healing--relies on the outpouring of the sacred other. I can't do it or accomplish it on my own. I'm the sort of person who would rather do it myself. When I'm in charge, things happen more efficiently (and more to my liking). But my faith calls me (over and over and over, sometimes to my great annoyance) out of my egoism. Like right now. What do these last days of Lent have to offer me that I cannot offer myself?