By Sister Larraine Lauter
“What’s going on with The Stone in the Gathering Space?” “What’s it going to be?”
At first, I had to say, “I have no idea.” Things didn’t begin as I anticipated or planned. I picked up a chisel and stared at a large block of masonry: four blocks of AAC (aerated autoclaved cement) stuck together with thinset. They stared back: their corners like defiant chins up and out, hard edged and stiff-shouldered. It seemed obvious that their union into one form was reluctant at best, resistant and resentful at worst. “Creative?” “Graceful?” “In relationship?” they snorted. “We are four distinct blocks—this was your idea, not ours. If we must be in this space, it will be on our terms.”
At first, I went at them with a kind of grim determination. We’d already dragged these blocks into our Lent, and they would just have to get with the program. A hatchet took off a few corners—not exactly a nonviolent tool. How could these four blocks ever become one artful expression of our Lenten journey to embrace nonviolence? They obviously didn’t like one another, and I don’t think they liked me. They exude distrust—well, why not? I was approaching with a hatchet.