mining fragility
by now everyone should be awfully aware of the plight of the coal miner & the inherent dangers involved w/such a perilous trade. as i read the paper this morning i thought how these crews mirrored what authentic church live should be & am continued to be saddened to know that often times it does not. my intention isn't to trivialize the miner in this, but to hold him up, to be emulated by a disjointed community that needs real life examples to aid in connecting their lives beyond themselves through truth that remains absolute.
the ap's article was titled 'crew's bond like no other' & was my favorite of the day. it drew a picture of the 12 who died & lived to serve each other as well as their own. they had faith in the future & wanted better for those that followed.
'i think if one of us needed anything, the other one would help him if he could'
and all the believers lived in a wonderful harmony, holding everything in common. they sold whatever they owned & pooled their resources so that each person's need was met.
the article goes on to tell of jim bennett who appeared to be the spiritual leader of the crew.
'as the rescue was still unfolding, bennett's older brother, donald marsh, imagined jim was "keeping all of them on their knees."'
they followed a daily discipline of worship in the temple...
fred ware was the son & grandson of miners. he had been in the mines 41 years, starting at age 18 in coal seams so thin 'he had to crawl on his knees'...
GOD, you're my last chance of the day. I spend the night on my knees before you.
these men lived as i would want to. fully engaged in the moment w/an eyeful glance @ their faith that lies in the future. knowing that the current breath may very well be their last, never paralyzed by that reality, but rather embracing the fragility of it & pushing them to fully live.
i want to be a miner...
the ap's article was titled 'crew's bond like no other' & was my favorite of the day. it drew a picture of the 12 who died & lived to serve each other as well as their own. they had faith in the future & wanted better for those that followed.
'i think if one of us needed anything, the other one would help him if he could'
and all the believers lived in a wonderful harmony, holding everything in common. they sold whatever they owned & pooled their resources so that each person's need was met.
the article goes on to tell of jim bennett who appeared to be the spiritual leader of the crew.
'as the rescue was still unfolding, bennett's older brother, donald marsh, imagined jim was "keeping all of them on their knees."'
they followed a daily discipline of worship in the temple...
fred ware was the son & grandson of miners. he had been in the mines 41 years, starting at age 18 in coal seams so thin 'he had to crawl on his knees'...
GOD, you're my last chance of the day. I spend the night on my knees before you.
these men lived as i would want to. fully engaged in the moment w/an eyeful glance @ their faith that lies in the future. knowing that the current breath may very well be their last, never paralyzed by that reality, but rather embracing the fragility of it & pushing them to fully live.
i want to be a miner...
posted by lee at 9:00 AM
2 Comments:
Powerful.
you are a miner.
you have been diging around in my soul for as long as I have known you.
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