There is a beautiful theme running through the Bible, and it is to do with what is small. What is insignificant. What is overlooked, what is weak, what is un-beautiful. What is rejected. And the theme goes likes this: God takes the too-small or too-whatever thing that humans dismiss, and makes something of it. In fact, the thing that is rejected becomes the very thing through which God’s story is able to unfurl. The barren woman becomes the mother to a nation. The man with

I love The Servant Song, which I sang for the first time in high school. It’s a song about being sisters and brothers towards each other, and sharing in the life journey. I thought of The Servant Song this week, because it’s NAIDOC Week. Now there are some times when we are asked to bring our tears, our lamentations, as we sit with the suffering of others. The Day of Mourning (the Sunday before 26 January) and Sorry Day are times like that. But NAIDOC Week is a bit different.

Holy Week. The time when our story – Jesus’s story of Love – comes to a climax, and then is sealed shut. Sealed shut like a stone over a tomb. Our hopes, dashed. Our expectations, turned to tatters. Everything is over. Nothing will be the same again. And so we wait. Wait in the everyday-ness of the everyday. Wait while we unload the dishwasher, and load it again, and pick the kids up from school, and tell them to stop fighting. Wait while we go shopping and fill up the car wi