Space to Lament

The frenetic pace of urban life doesn't lend itself to reflection.  Maybe that's one reason creating and encountering art has become so important to me, and why my art often aims to engage the viewer in a way that encourages a pause, an engagement, an exploration, and hence, reflection.

The Wall of Lament before the service

For the Good Friday service this year at Pasadena Mennonite Church, I designed three physical spaces that allowed for this type of thoughtful interruption.  At one of the "stations," I used a curving wood divider for a kind of "wailing wall" where I attached pictures from the last few days' editions of the Los Angeles Times.  (It was not difficult to find images that lent itself to this theme).  Like the historical Western Wall of the temple in Jerusalem, people were invited to write prayers and laments on small pieces of paper, and to add them to the wall (in Jerusalem, people fold up the prayers and stick them between the stones of the wall).

After a reading of the crucifixion narrative from the Gospel of John, interspersed with songs, people were given time to visit each of the three stations.  As the artist, I was trying to keep an eye on the stations as well as participate in the meditative time--not really possible, so I did neither very well.  However, after the service I collected the slips that people had put on the wall, and a day or so later spent time reading through them.  They ranged from single words to simple sentences to poetic phrases, combining into a evocative plea for restoration, both personal and global, specific and all-embracing.  A few contained pictures, two were written in non-Roman characters.  I share them below, so that we may add our "amens" to this outpouring of sincere expressions of doubt, grief, and faith.

...and at the end of the service

For the impotence of our love, of my love;
For the shallowness of my self-givenness;
For the insecurity of my hopes;
For the fruitlessness of my life;
For the rage of my righteousness,
Forgive me Lord.

loneliness

I lament so much illness and disease in the world.  So many struggling to live in broken bodies and disturbed minds--

All the people hurt by war and violence

For the hopes of people who have risen up in courage and risked everything and in some cases have lost everything.  When will Justice and Peace come to this earth?  When will we stop murdering the earth?
For all the people here who just don't care or don't pay attention, or don't do anything, or are too scared or too busy or too hopeless.
For those who try but find their personal issues get in the way, for those who fight each other on the quest for justice and peace.
Heal our world, O God, heal us...how long...how long?

The cycle of death continues...pain begets pain and there feels like no hope at times...

Peace in Lybia
    in Bahrain
    in Egypt
    in Syria
    in Palestine
    in Tunisia
    ...(something written in Arabic)

For M and her addiction, especially to hopelessness
For A and her laments, complaints

Not stopping climate change

War=death
Violence=death

For those in fear,
all who feel unloved,
all who suffer violence.

I feel sad that people don't have enough money to stay alive.

For prejudice disguised as theology
for rejection cloaked in intellect
My parents' divorce,
my mother's re-marriage,
disrupted relationships

Senseless
    Violence &
    Killing
Prioritizing war & defense spending OVER taking care of the poor, hungry, & marginalized

Addiction
Bondage
Overdose
Death

I pray for all of the broken people who say they aren't broken.  They push it all away when they need you most.  Show them, God, what it is like to be healed through you and not broken.  We need you.

I lament that there are so many who cannot see a good and loving God when there is so much pain and suffering in the world.

For victims of natural disasters--
    for sadness, discouragement, despair

For endlessly deep and unreachable despair

For cancer

I lament my shallowness.  I lament my selfishness.  I lament my sins.  I lament my one-sidedness.  I lament when I forget the cross.  I lament not being Christ-like.  I lament my lack of patience and my temper.  I lament...I lament...I lament...I lament...

I lament my brokenness of spirit that makes me pessimistic, judgmental, and angry.  I lament all suffering--
God be with us.

For the brokenness and hatred that causes people to do violence to others, destroying humanity and creation in each person.

broken families

War/violence
the way the modern world forgets how war and violence affect all of us/
the way kids learn that violence and war are good and okay.
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ignorance about these and many other issues

Orphans
the sick
the lonely

I want to remember our brothers and sisters who have died serving Christ as they were called.

So many suffering.
So many hungry.
So many without  homes.
We seem to be going backwards.
Give us eyes to see your light in the darkness.

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Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy, Lord have mercy.  Amen.