I have been quiet these past few weeks, pondering my need to write this blog, and what message it should hold. As I sat in the stillness of this reassessment, the waters of torrential rain flooded the city I once loved and lived in for the longest period of my life. Calgary was blindsided by a deluge that has never been seen before and hopefully will never again.
I had moved from Calgary to Lethbridge 3 years ago, but still felt the thread that tied me to all that I had experienced and embraced there. Sure, I had lots of grief, many heartbreaks, yet still called it home. Lethbridge became my safe harbour, where I nursed my wounds, regained my footing and began to hope again that there was a reason I was here "for such a time as this."
Recently I read the most inspiring blog entry from a beloved writer who understood what is needed when heroes are hard to find and there is loss all around us.
There is a book in the bible called Esther. Its my favourite story because it depicts a young woman who goes from complete obscurity, to becoming the Queen of Persia. A biblical Cinderella story. Except there is so much more substance to this epic tale than the fairytale Disney has put on film. For not only does she move into the palace and become the second most influential person in the kingdom, but she uses this position to help save a whole generation of her people from becoming annihilated.
The key to her heroism is that she hasn't told the king who her people are (oops. Rule #1: always tell your new beau about your family background so he doesn't have to find out in a crisis situation!) AND she has to go before the king uninvited (which is a BIG no-no) to intercede for her people without telling him first any details. This girl is in a tight spot! But she doesn't back down. She takes the high road and plunges in to play her part "for such a time as this" and shows what her true substance is all about. Even unto death. Luckily the king accepts her request and she was able to tell him her tale of woe. (If you want the full accounting, go find a bible and read Esther in the Old Testament, after Nehemiah and before Job. Amazing story!)
There is a similar theme throughout the media these days regarding the heroes of Southern Alberta. One is even dear to my family. He decided to go down to High River and offer his support, his strong back, even in the face of possible danger. He chose to go. He left the high ground and went down to the flood lands to play his part in the story of his time.
The question I have been asking all week is what is my part? Where am I to step in and contribute my personal role? Because that's what we all want, isn't it? To be the hero of our story? To step in when the odds are stacked against us and we feel small in such a large cost? To go when we're afraid and help those who are in need? Or are we too comfortable? Do we like our distant sympathy, not wanting to put feet to the feat.
This blog is "for such a time as this". Its to encourage, to feed the soul with truth, to look fear in the face and say, "I see you, but I'm going anyway!" To get off the Italian couch and head back to the foothills of Alberta and stand with those who are knee deep in the flood, facing the annihilation of their homes, their land, their lives, and still not give up.
I'm no hero. But I am part of the Esther Generation that will go into the court and face the king, fighting for those who are outside my gates, who need a voice to speak on their behalf. To stand with them when they face tragedy, to see their anguish and encourage them to have hope.
For what better purpose could this blog have than to feed and nourish the soul with words towards hope for a new day? Hope for strength. Hope for community. Hope for a helping hand in the storm.
Until next time,
(I am letting go of my imaginary story and entering into the reality of who I am "for such a time as this")