The Rim of Duty

Probably one of the most extravagent blessings of being able to be in Tonga, was the lack of walls put up by people. I notice how easy it is in our busy westernised lives to scurry about behind our closed doors, down our long driveways, between the arms on the clock face. We make our meals in quick crockpot or pasta ease, view the world through the selective eye of electronic screens and relate instantly through choppy text letters. We churn with effort to keep our plenty managable, juggled and uncluttered in a crowded plastic culture. We lack the flow of community and simplicity.

Desperate poverty aside for a moment, third world countries have this and are the richer for it. Many homes have no doors, and meals become a family effort, feeding many and all pitching in. The children clamber over aunts and uncles and there are no tight lines of boundary and rule. And when you look into the eyes of the people there, you see them for who they are. Sometimes when talking with other women, I feel we have to track through the mental gates of first world motherhood; past the committee woes, the household budgets, the hunt for lunchbox fillers, the best recipes, the struts of our profession; the poles of influencing our children and the bars of running a household.

Then we can really talk. Heart to heart.

What an honour it was in Tonga to be able to communicate without digging like this.

One night at conference, our wonderful speaker expanded on the way Jesus met the Samaritan woman at the well, and drew her up from the depth of her past shame, meeting and quenching her thirst. I love this story and how He is so real with us, meeting us in the heat of the day (the Samaritan woman collected water at this unfavourable time because she was shunned from the other women who gathered in this community during the cooler hours), sitting with us in our isolated shame and quietly, knowing everything about us, going down in layers to the heart of our thirst.

He was sent to meet us at the well of our own self-set expectations, the hollowness of perceived protocol and the deep ridigity of our laborious performing; in the depths of our disappointment, our buried heart fears and our guilt riddled bucket of motherhood. He is the gift of God sent to release us from carrying our weights of emptiness. He sees us as women, and wants to meet us face to face on the sun scorched rim of duty.

Would you pause with me in the heat of your day and let the giver of living water refresh us? Shopping lists, defrosting chicken, vet bills and overflowing laundry piles not withstanding? Could we just sit with Him and listen? Could we fill up first not on the soda pop of first world busy-ness but could we give Him the opportunity to drench us in fountains of everlasting life in order that we might walk fully free?

deb  – (November 6, 2009 at 8:30 AM)  

Astoundingly beautiful writing.
The words, the message, everything.

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