Reflections

Rev. Miller Hoffman
Open Door MCC
August 6, 2017

Believe in Magic?

I met with someone once for pastoral counseling who told me that there was no magic left in the world. She said that the government was tracking and surveilling us with impunity, that our social and civil rights are trampled on, that we’re being regulated and restricted into non-existence. She said there was no magic left to transform the reality of life.

I could add to those concerns the pain and brokenness I see everyday caused by violence in relationships and families, the loneliness of folks who work second and third shift, or of folks who have had to move away from their home community for work or school, the ongoing frustration of tiny non-profits trying to do something to change the world with too little money. There’s no doubt that many of us are struggling with our personal and our shared demons.

But I still believe in magic.

Call me cheesy, but I drive home sometimes as the sun is setting behind me on the road, and its reflection in the rear view windows filled the car with a soft, dusky orange glow. Once, I swear it’s true, driving forward with that bright sunset settling in the car I headed directly under the arches of a double rainbow.

I have a friend who grew up in Alaska, and because of her stories there’s a pattern of swirling blue and black and bright lights that I see in my mind and on handmade coffee mugs sometimes that I imagine is the Aurora Borealis, and it makes me smile.

Most mornings I’m stumbling around with just enough time to shower and dress and drive to work. I’m “not a morning person,” which means more descriptively that I am cranky and kind of a jerk. And almost every morning when I come downstairs Someone has brewed me a pot of my favorite coffee.

At work, when a woman has come in and she’s being abused and controlled, and her kids are witnessing it and experiencing their own violence, one of my colleagues (who loves monkeys, and imitates them sometimes) rolls up her sleeves and starts talking about possibilities. And we go over to court, sometimes with a stronger, sometimes with a weaker petition, and lots of times the judge issues the Order of Protection or the emergency Custody Order. And my heart quickens because Somebody got it, the judge understood what the situation needed and responded to the need.

And sometimes Someone comes into church on Sunday morning and sits in the back and leaves without having a donut, but then we get an email a month later or three months later that says they still are struggling with their sexuality or their gender identity and they really needed to hear that God loves them, that we love them.

I think there is still magic in the world. I think that we make choices each day that uncover the wonder that transforms reality and creates pockets of joy for ourselves and one another. I think sometimes it happens without us even trying. And I believe that those pockets are enough, for now, until we deepen them and widen them and finally will be able to put down a foundation and live there.

Here’s to magic.

Peace.

This Sunday is the sixth Sunday after Pride and the gospel reading is not irrelevant but is not the centerpiece. Because it’s August At The Movies! Watch The Ten Commandments, again, and join us for a service that asks such questions as Why does Anne Baxter overact so much? Why is Yul Brynner so buff? What does it take for two men who grew up together as brothers to turn on one another and betray one another? Bring your own questions, bring your own popcorn. Open Door is and has food for our journey.

Peace.
Rev. Miller