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

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Good Friday

Any God who would wander into the human condition, any God who has this thirst to pursue us, had better not be too put off by pain, for that's the way we tend to treat our saviors. Any God who tries to love us had better be ready to die for it.
                                                                                      William Willimon

Sometimes it seems
as if hate is going to win
as if all that right
all that is good
is coming to an end

as on that Friday so long ago
when in the heat of the afternoon
jeers echoed
lashes fell
thorns pierced
and hammer blows reverberated,

and love took its last breath

or did it?

perhaps love is made of tougher stuff than that
just perhaps

on that day
God looked in the face of hatred
and brutality
into the face or judgement and rejection
into the face of power and wealth

and said

“This Stops Here”

and that is why we call it

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