Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

A little bit of God

“Our human nature has been distorted, . . . I mean, we are actually quite remarkable creatures. In our religions I am created in the image of God. I am a God carrier. It’s fantastic. I have to be growing in godlikeness, in caring for the other. I know that each time I have acted compassionately, I have experienced a joy in me that I find in nothing else.”
                                                                                    Desmond Tutu

It is comforting to believe
When we are tired, and fearful
When we are weak, and doubtful

God carries us

It is comforting to believe that when all seems lost
When evil seems to win
And the wicked flourish

God carries us

But we must also remember
That we carry God

We are the children of God
We carry Sacred DNA
We carry the Spirit, Sacred Presence

And the God we carry
Makes us a little bit like God

We have a little of God’s joy
A little of God’s compassion
A little of God’s insight
A little of God’s forgiveness
A little of God’ generosity

And all God asks
Is that we live out the divine likeness

It’s a good thing
A little bit of God
Goes a long way

Monday, December 17, 2018

feeling the love

to seem impolite,
when the deer ran off she
raised her beautiful
white tail and

the moon
cloaked by comforting clouds
sleeps gently

gently crystalline
drift from heaven

then cling
like eager lovers to the
waiting branches

resting there like those beloved
in a lovers embrace

the deer tip toe
through the gathering white
then startled
dance into the night
as they wave “goodbye”

horses peer
with frost laden whiskers
across the fence
greeting me with eager expectation

and the local skunk
offers her gift
of vague perfume
as she shyly hides among the trees

and Finn the dog, not so shy
madly nose plows looking for
that favorite stick

whatever did I do
to deserve
such a gift
as this?

Ah Sacred
Today I feel the love

Saturday, December 15, 2018

The Hope of God-With-Us

The Hope of God-With-Us does not come as guaranteed outcome,
or predetermined plan, or promise of a happy ending.
Hope cannot be imposed from on high.
Hope cannot be commanded.
The Hope of God-With-Us is courageous, risky, unfolding, indeterminate.
The Hope of God-With-Us is collective, liberating us from deadly complacency.
Hope is gestating in darkness; it comes unexpectedly.
Hope invites our expectation, and demands our participation.
Prepare the way, for hope with courage.
May Hope be birthed among, within, and through us, this Advent.
O Come, O Come, Emmanuel…
Rev. Anna Blaedel

The Season of difficult Hope

For even though one has proclaimed the way
Even though one has shown the way

We are confused
And stumble in the dark

We are told God is with us
We are told to fear not
To have hope

We are told that God will make a road through the wilderness
But we cannot even find a pathway

Our lives are full of the indeterminate and the unexpected
It never seems to stop

We are assailed from every side
Another large expense
Words of hate
Harbingers of fear.
Greed, abuse, lies

To have hope seems illogical

Perhaps it is better to say it is courageous

And hope is not received
It is lived

It is does not come down from on high, with angel wings
But emerges from the depths of our bowels
From the dirt and grime, the sweat and tears

It is lived out
Not only in the words we say,
“Prepare the Way of the Lord” (Luke et. al)
But in the lives we live,
“Let us abound in love” (I Thessalonians)

It is birthed each time we become aware
Of the advent of love in our lives
Of the Mystery that lurks in our souls

Of the love that in power incarnates
And ultimately determines who we are
In the face of it all