{During this Lenten period of forty days, I am reflecting on the meaning of room(s). Today, something a little different.}
A few days ago, I wrote about the spacious (to us) backyard of our former Ithaca home. Spacious: another word for roomy. The Old English 14th C. word rum (long u, not the drink) meant a chamber within a building. So, I’ve been writing primarily with that original meaning in mind, but today, I’m reflecting on the idea of roominess again.
When I was very young and we took those Sunday drives in the Ford Country Squire nine-passenger wagon, as we drove through the rural hills above the Susquehanna, I’d see acres and acres of land, and think, “Wow, there’s so much space for people to live here.”
I know some land developers look at certain areas in a similar way, but I was more innocent, more naive. I didn’t see dollar signs, but roominess.
In playing with this series since Lent began, I’ve been reflecting on how to approach the idea of “making room.” As if my writing weren’t random enough already, here are some more haphazard considerations.
Making room for someone to sit beside you on a bus or in a restaurant booth, or a church pew. The Rev. Bill Summers, with whom I worked at a large Richmond church, once remarked about the sparse summer congregation, “I see the church is comfortably filled today; by that I mean there’s room for everyone to lie down and be comfortable.” When there’s space between us, there’s always room to “move over.”
There’s also the idea of my making room in retirement life to write every Lenten day; I’m already pretty busy, you know, but this was my choice. I must make room for it each morning for forty days.
What about making room in your life for someone or something? I think of my daughter-in-law who makes room in her daily schedule and in the home to rescue kittens. Now and then, our ornithologist son makes room for an injured bird someone has brought to the college for possible rehab. My daughter and her family were into fostering abandoned dogs…until they so fell in love with Scooby that they adopted him and further fostering wasn’t allowed. Making room to rescue.
More profoundly, there’s a family in our church that has made room for fostering and adopting children. My impression is that they have fairly modest jobs and subsequent incomes, but their hearts have dictated more room for love to live in their home. Their children are a gift to our church family, and there’s plenty of room for them in our midst.
Making room for volunteer work. I’m currently working on three videos that will tell the stories of three recipients of the local council of churches’ Lives of Commitment awards. I’ve done this for several years and am always inspired by the time and energy people in our community donate in service to those in need. These volunteers were already busy living very full lives, but when the call came, they made room.
And making room for Sabbath. Speaking of busy-ness, the world around us seems in so much of a rush. It’s not just the work ethic; it’s also a play ethic. We create and we recreate. But everyone from clergy to self-help gurus, from the medical pros on “Doctor Radio” to the local masseuse — they urge us to take a breath, or lots of deep ones, to stop and smell the spring flowers that are coming up. One Sabbath is a day of rest. A whole day. Another might be one hour a day to make room for reading, listening to music, meditation, a quiet phone conversation (with no agenda), or listening for the sounds of nature, or the sounds of love. That sabbath rest might well be like making room for rescue again…saving time for our very selves.
Making room for strangers. I mean, of course, immigrants. People seeking asylum. People joining the centuries of immigrants who cried real tears upon seeing Lady Liberty in New York Harbor. We have physical room for them. We have room to employ them. We have room to welcome them. And we must make room in our hearts. It is our biblical mandate. Need I rehearse the verses?
“The foreigner residing among you must be treated as your native-born. Love them as yourself, for you were foreigners in Egypt. I am the Lord your God.” Leviticus 19:34
“Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing so some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it.” Hebrews 13:2
You know that I could go on; there are at least 25 citations from the Judeo-Christian tradition that urge us to be compassionately welcoming. But there’s a problem isn’t there? Not everyone thinks we have room for so many people of color, so many risky refugees from troubled lands, or so many people bearing labels politicians have created in order to keep our country to ourselves. We as a nation have put politics before the clear mandates of holy writ. Our leaders, no matter the party, haven’t a clue how to solve this situation, this “crisis” as they call it.
It is a crisis, but not for those of us with plenty of security and lots of room and little motivation to move aside to make room for those for whom it is indeed a crisis. They have fled persecution, crime, gangs and drug cartels, hunger…they have abandoned all that was “home” and risked a treacherous journey, with nothing but hope burning inside.
All our politicians can think about is walls. Surely there are brighter minds. Stronger wills to act instead of cower. Determination to make room in their busy days, to work into every night, to create a process for change. As one of the Presidents Bush whined over and over about many things, “It’s hard!” Yes. Complicated. But so is rocket science and we seem to do pretty well with that. (Hmmm…maybe best not assign any NASA research to members of Congress.)
There are infrastructure problems, personnel issues, green card debates, security concerns, and on and on, but it seems are that’s happening on the border “crisis” is the beating of breasts, wringing of hands, and wailing of TV pundits. Do our legislators not have the intelligence or the will to work this out, this making of room for those whose only room now is a shelter, or worse, the street?
Lord, have mercy. Homeless Christ, have mercy. Lord, have mercy. Rescue us.