I shared this week that this newsletter’s new name pays homage to Martha of Bethany. Here’s a small poem I wrote in (attempted) sonnet form (inspired by none other than Malcolm Guite). My story tangling with this disciple of Jesus is the springboard for these newsletter changes.
She meets me in her cooking and complaining.
While her sister sits among His apostles,
She prepares the table, on the verge of naming
A question that marks her place in the Gospels
She shows me how to wrestle my cloudy doubts
Running to meet Him, question Him on the road.
While the sister laments their brother’s death in their house,
She professes His lordship though there seems no hope.
She witnesses her brother raised, emerging from behind the tombstone
Resurrected by the one she confesses God’s Son, the teacher.
Then Passover draws nigh and He’s returned to her home
And we see her serve Him, this Jerusalem-bound itinerant preacher.
“Don’t you care?” she asked Him as she served Him that first dinner.
Yes, He cared. And she kept serving. As I prepare my table, I call her my sister.