Category: Liturgy


Vertaal vanaf Ash Wednesday (Jim Burklo)

Op my voorkop

‘n Teken van die kruis

Gesmeer in as vanuit die vuur

Wat my hubris-paleis afgebrand het

 

En, saam met dit,

Die geld wat ek weg moes gee,

Die TV wat ek as sintuigverdower gebruik het,

Die tapyt waarop ek veronderstel was

om op te verskyn,

Die deure wat ek vir veronderstel was

om vir ander oop te maak,

Die koeverte wat ek veronderstel was

om vir liefdesbriewe te gebruik

Die wyse boeke wat ek so oop en bloot uitstal,

om die illusie te skep dat ek dit gelees het,

Die lee spasies in my fotoalbums,

waar my donkerder, swaarder, seerder oomblikke onthou moes word,

Die kalenders waar besoeke aan die wat dit die meeste nodig gehad het,

geskeduleer moes word,

Die rusbank van my verlamende oorgerustheid,

Die gemakstoel van my luiheid,

Die hemde wat ek volgestop het met my eie trots,

Die skoene wat ek met ander moes ruil,

sodat ons gereisde myle kon deel.

Op my voorkop

‘n Teken van die kruispad,

Waar ek kan wegdraai van die pad van verderf,

Na die Weg van die Lewe.

(vertaling deur Hanno Langenhoven)

Verwerk vanaf Ash Wednesday (Jim Burklo)

 

Liturg:            Op my voorkop

Gemeente:    ‘n Teken van die kruis

 

Liturg:            Gesmeer in vuur-verteerde as

Gemeente:    My afgebrande hubris-paleis

 

Liturg:            En ook veras, die geld

Gemeente:    Wat ek weg moes gee,

 

Liturg:            Die TV

Gemeente:    My keuse vir sintuigverdowing,

 

Liturg:            Die tapyt

Gemeente:    Waarop ek eintlik moes verskyn,

 

Liturg:            Die deure

Gemeente:    Wat ek eintlik vir ander  moes oop maak,

 

Liturg:            Die koeverte

Gemeente:    Wat ek eintlik vir liefdesbriewe moes gebruik het

 

Liturg:            Die uitgestalde boeke

Gemeente:    My gefeinsde aanspraak op insig

 

Liturg:            Die ongebalanseerde fotoalbums,

Gemeente:    My vergete oomblikke van swaarkry en mislukking

 

Liturg:            Die leë kalenders

Gemeente:    My versuimde afsprake aan die in nood

 

Liturg:            Die rusbank

Gemeente:    Van my verlamende oorgerustheid,

 

Liturg:            Die gemakstoel

Gemeente:    Van my luiheid,

 

Liturg:            Die hemde

Gemeente:    Persoonlik volgestop met eie trots,

 

Liturg:            Die ongeruilde skoene

Gemeente:    en ongedeelde reise saam met ander.

 

Liturg:            Op my voorkop

Gemeente:    ‘n Teken van die kruispad,

 

Liturg:            Waar ek kan wegdraai

Gemeente:    van die pad van verderf,

Gemeente:    Na die Weg van die Lewe.

 

(verwerking deur Hanno Langenhoven)

Vrygewige God, U het hierdie wêreld geskep vir almal om in te deel

Buig oop ons geklemde hande om te laat gaan van gierigheid wat die armes beroof

Blaas skoon ons ore om die pyn en angs te kan hoor van hulle wat uitroep vir geregtigheid

Ontbind ons harte om diegene wat deur skuld gevange gehou word te kan herken

Ontsluit ons lippe om die jubeljaar uit te roep, hier en nou

Mag ons versorging deeglik en ons eensgesindheid tasbaar wees

Mag hierdie gemeenskap ‘n teken van hoop wees

Want nou is U genadetyd

Vertaal vanaf gebed in die gebedeboek van St Michael’s Parish, Liverpool, Engeland.

Gevind in Wisdom is Calling (p. 57 edited by Geoffrey Duncan)

‘n Jeugwerker in ‘n Afrikaanse gemeente. Moontlik is daar twee benaderings, iemand wat dit doen bloot net as ‘n werk, en iemand wat leef met ‘n liefde en passie vir God, kinders en jong mense as sy/haar kern. Ek vermoed dat net die tweede persoon werlik ‘n jeugwerker in die ware sin van die word kan wees, of soos Robert Frost sê “[The] object of living is to unite, avocation and vocation, only where love and need is one, the deed is ever really done, for Heaven and the future’s sakes.”

Ek is nie seker of ons altyd weet wat ‘n jeugwerker moet doen nie. In die eerste plek sien ek iemand wat bereid is om tyd saam met kinders en jong mense te spandeer, om werklik na hulle te luister. In tweede plek sien ek ‘n jeugwerker as iemand wat die volgende van nature doen:

  • Die beskerming van die verwondering en onskuld van elke kind en jong mens,
  • Die skep van ‘n veilige ruimte waarbinne kinders en jong mense hulself kan wees,
  • Die skep van ‘n veilige ruimte waarbinne kinders en jong mense hul seer kan deel,
  • Die skep van ‘n veilige ruimte wat kinders en jong mense help om heel te raak,
  • Die skep van ‘n ruimte waarbinne kinders en jong mense konkreet God se liefde onvoorwaardelik kan ervaar.
  • Vermoedelik ‘n ruimte waarbinne daar minder gepreek en meer gewees moet word.

‘n Jeugwerker met ‘n liefde vir God, kinders en jong mense as kern kan nie anders as om moeite te maak om die konteks(te) en metafore van die kinders en jong mense te leer ken nie, asook dieselde energie aan die dag lê om God se betrokkenheid by hulle raak te sien. Dit is wanneer die persoon God se teenwoordigheid en betrokkenheid by die kinders en jong mense as’t ware ontdek dat hy/sy sinvol met hulle kan praat oor hul ervaring van God. Dit raak dan nie ‘n preek van bo af nie, maar ‘n deel van elke eie storie, ook die storie van die jeugwerker.

Ek dink dit is die enigste outentieke benadering tot jeugbediening, een waar die kinders en jong mense gesien word as kerk in eie reg, met real belewenisse en ‘n struggle om dit altyd te verwoord. Dit lei tot die vraag wat my dryf, hoe is ons kerk vandag sodat ons kinders, wat vandag dalk 4 of 5 is, nog oor 30 jaar gaan glo? Dalk is die vraag vir my van soveel belang omdat my eie seuntjie amper 6 jaar jonk is. Dit is dus ‘n diep persoonlike vraag, hoe leef ek vandag my geloof uit sodat kinders en jong mense oor 30 jaar nog gaan glo. Die ander kant van die muntstuk is vir my, hoe maak ek my geloof tasbaar in my lewe sodat my kind en ons kinders dit kan beleef en ook hul geloof tasbaar wil maak in hul lewe tot ‘n boodskap van hoop in die wêreld.

I am here, because God is.

I don’t always know what the latter means,

But I believe that, somehow,

It says that God is involved

With me

With my community

With the community at large

And ultimately with the community we call Earth.

Now, yesterday, and tomorrow.

 

I am here, because I belief that I can only know God because of God’s revelation

Especially in community

I confess that Jesus, the Christ

Is the pinnacle of this revelation

That in him God’s compassion,

Love,

And self-sacrifice is absolutely present.

 

I am here, because, even though Christ is not physically with us anymore,

His Spirit,

The absolute presence of God’s compassion,

Love,

And self-sacrifice is with us

Through the gift that is the Holy Spirit.

The new Pope urged the faithful to translate the sacraments they received into their daily life. It seems this is a message that all of us, at least those of us who think of ourselves as followers of The Way, need to heed. The one criticism of the Church, both the institution and the believers who form it, that cannot be ignored is the way that confession and lifestyle seems to be two different things.

It seems that the majority of the Church’s energy is spent on getting members to belief in a certain way and justifying to others, believers and non-believers, why their way is the correct way. In this system formulation, the correct words, standard creeds, finely crafted dogma, and traditional confessions are of the utmost importance. The mind and reason becomes, not only the home, but the fortress of belief and the power structures of the church; the stewards of the fortress. The sad part is that the verbal-war, that is constant waging between every possible tag you can imagine, has grown toxically stale.

A world, in the midst of severe suffering, complex trauma, losing every last shred of hope, is in desperate need of the faithful making real the very essence of their faith; G-d who so love the world, that had so much compassion, that G-d-self became part of the suffering. It is where the faithful starts to venture out of the fortress of belief into a thirsty and hungry world, urged by the core of the sacraments to live according to faith, that the verbal-war becomes an irrelevant nuisance. It is where honest pilgrims daily live from the source that ground them in the reality of G-d, that a glimmer of hope breaks through and differences in dogma and creed is transcended.

It is long overdue that the faithful realize that living out a confessed faith is much more important than confessing it absolutely right.

I wish I could promise you prosperity, wealth, and health. This, however, is not my privilege. What I can promise you is more fragile, more vulnerable, more humanish.

I promise you, my Love, that I will always be human with you.

That when things are going well, I’ll laugh with you.

When things are going not so great, I’ll cry with you.

When you feel alone, I’ll hold you.

When you need space, I’ll grant you as much as you need.

When you need support, I’ll be there to cheer you on every step of the way.

When we experience the dizzy heights of life, I’ll celebrate it with you

And when we struggle through the valleys, I’ll hold your hand no matter what.

I promise you, most beautiful of woman, to make you part of every part of my being.

My strengths and my weaknesses.

My fears and my hopes.

My joys and my hurts.

My tears of sorrow and tears of joy.

Ultimately the only thing I can promise you is a lifetime’s journey together with you.

I promise that I will undertake this journey with you with honesty, authenticity, integrity, compassion, and love.

 

In the original Afrikaans

Aan Maretha: ‘n Troubelofte

Ek wens ek kon die volgende belowe, voorspoed, welvaart, en gesondheid. Dit is my egter nie beskore nie. Dit wat ek jou kan belowe is meer broos, meer weerloos, meer mensig.

 

Ek belowe jou Meisiemens, dat ek saam met  jou altyd mens sal wees.

Dat wanneer dit goed gaan, ek saam met jou sal lag.

Wanneer dit sleg gaan, ek saam met jou sal huil.

Wanneer jy alleen voel, ek jou sal vashou.

Wanneer jy ruimte nodig het, ek dit jou sal gun.

Wanneer jy ondersteuning nodig het, ek jou elke oomblik sal aanspoor.

Wanneer ons hoogtes beleef, ek dit saam met jou sal vier.

En wanneer ons valleie deur worstel, ek heeltyd jou hand sal vashou.

 

Ek belowe jou, mooiste mens, om jou deel te maak van elke deel van my wese;

My sterkpunte en my swakpunte,

My vrese en my hoop,

My vreugdes en my seerkry,

Van my trane en my lag.

 

Uiteindelik is al wat ek kan belowe ‘n leeftyd se reis saam met jou.

Ek belowe dat ek die reis met eerlikheid, opregtheid,  integriteit, deernis en liefde saam met jou sal reis.

O great and glorious God,
Enlighten the darkness of my soul,
Give me true faith,
Firm hope,
Perfect love,
Profound humility,
Good sense and understanding,
So that I may follow
your holy and true commandment.
~
St Francis of Assisi

What are we, if not the beneficiaries of the biggest generosity known to (wo)mankind. The generosity of a son-sacrifice, the forgiveness of a just God. Not only were we forgiven, we were brought home and made part of the family. We were given holy food, a safe haven to rest and a new place to call home.

So if we are treated like children, being given a safe haven, fed holy food and grafted into a new family; I think it makes us family. And it goes to reason that if we are part of the family that we should display the spirit of the family.

We certainly sing about generosity, we write about it, we talk about it; we even deliver sermons about it. But do we live it? Have our DNA been transmuted by the genetic code of our Father, irrevocably changing our very being? Have we become generous people by nature? Giving rather than wanting to receive? What about the guy at the intersection or the minibus taxi jockeying for position on the road?

Do we swear, carelessly conversing in sign language or do we smile and generously allow. Do we strive to gather as much as possible even at the detriment of the Other, other-nature and other-humans or do we live light lives filled with generous upliftment of the Other?