I certainly feel this period of lamenting as we honour Anzac Day and remember the wars of the past century and the new wars of this century. It was in the breaking of the bread that they knew Jesus was alive. This encounter gave them the courage to turn around, head back to Jerusalem and share the encounter with their companions. This companion then breaks open the scriptures, before sharing Eucharist with them, and their hearts and eyes were opened.
They then met someone who listened to their story and their distress. I wonder if the disciples who were leaving Jerusalem on the road to Emmaus (Luke 24:13-35) were in that space of lamenting and weeping as they walked. I recognise that there are times when I weep inside, a weeping that is not visible to anyone else but is deep within my being, my soul. Richard Rohr calls this lamenting ‘A cry to God’. So, courtesy of the conversations, meetings, gatherings and readings I have encountered through the week, I was left thinking about lamenting in our lives. Like most of you, I am sure you find that the events of each week place a frame of reference for the week that is not like the week before or the one to come.
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