Yesterday the board of the Rio Grande Borderland Ministries met. We’re seven weeks out from our biggest gig ever, a Border Ministries Summit to which the whole Episcopal Church has been invited, plus the Anglican Church of Mexico and people from Central America. It sounds big, and it could be big, and when I spent most of the National General Convention talking to people about it there seemed to be a lot of interest—but we do not have a lot of people signed up yet! We were caught between being the ideal and the real. Now in reality or registrations have jumped from barely nothing to barely doable in a matter of two weeks, and I will be spending a lot of time in the next 24 hours reaching out to folks who expressed interest and are not yet signed up, but a lot hangs in the balance. We bit off a big chunk of stuff we can’t completely control, and we’re struggling to manage it.
If I don’t miss my guess, that’s the outlines of your worries, too—stuff where your ability to control doesn’t seem to match the potential consequences.
Cast your cares upon God, for God cares for you. All is illusion, all is fluidity, let it pass. Detachment is the way to peace. Inshalla. The message is clear: Our control is always rather limited, and doing anything of consequence puts us in that place where our control does not reach far enough for comfort. It becomes a spiritual discipline of surrender. There are Energies at work beyond our capacity, whose ends are to be trusted. “All shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.” (Julian of Norwich)
Peace is surrender in the midst of chaos.