Ash Wednesday. Its the beginning of what we know as the season of lent. People give up or take on all sorts of things. Fasting from food, chocolate, sugar, taking photos, etc. I have also done this in the past also. As I sat around yesterday contemplating what I was going to do or give up this Lenten season it suddenly occurred to me that I should look to the Bible for inspiration. Who would have thought! It seems a key feature of Lent is the 40 days Jesus spent out in the desert with the devil. What better way to prepare yourself for that time than to immerse yourself in scripture. I start my Lenten journey reflecting on the 2012 Lectionary readings.
I sat in the hammock with Bible in hand and open this morning to Isaiah 58:1-12, true fasting. One particular part of that reading grabbed my attention.
“Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen:
to loose the chains of injustice
and untie the cords of the yoke,
to set the oppressed free
and break every yoke?
7 Is it not to share your food with the hungry
and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter—
when you see the naked, to clothe them,
and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?
I reflected on this quite a bit. How was I going to take this and use it in a practical way today? My head immediately went to scenarios I could play out today. maybe I could go to the local shopping centre and donate to guy standing selling the Big Issue outside Foodland or go for a walk and possibly bump into someone who needs money for a bus ticket. I put $2 in my pocket with the intention of stepping out of the house and making a small change but the urge to study was too strong and I ended up with my head in books and diaries sorting out my life and readings for the next 6 months.
About 3pm I got a phone call from my brother. He was stuck on the Southern expressway with a flat tyre and no tools to fix it with. As any good sister would do I jumped at the chance to 'rescue' my little bro from hours of sitting alongside a busy freeway waiting for someone to stop and help. There it was, my mission for the day fulfilled. We changed that tyre together with the speed of the pit crew during the Clipsil 500 in Adelaide. Although it was a great opportunity to help someone in need I couldn't help but feel I may have cheated the mission.
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| Fregon Family Photo: Andrew, Tjilpi Robin, Jonathan, Antjala and Judy |
It wasn't until I sat down with Andrew over dinner that I now realise how serious I'm prepared to take this. I got a call when I was half way through my homemade chickpea and zuchini patty from Jonathan, a friend whom I have made a number of trips to the APY lands with. Tjilpi Robin, the traditional Aboriginal elder we stay with is sick, very sick. Diabetes, liver problems, ear infections, heart disease run rife in these small, remote Aboriginal townships. As I sit here typing Tjilpi is being rushed to a hospital in Adelaide with serious liver problems. According to Jonathan Tjilpi may be on his way out and may only have day left. I've called the hospital but they are unaware of anyone coming in from the lands and said to call back in an hour when they may know more. Until then I sit praying and awating more news and anxious to be with Tjilpi when he gets here. While people waiting in emergency look on and make their judgements about our Anangu friend, thinking about all the stereotypical things that may have brought him to this point and why they should be treated before him, I can't help but cry when I think about might possibly be. I don't want him to be alone. Tonight my heart breaks as I reflect on the reality of this reading. Please pray with me for Tjilpi and his family.
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