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

Sunday, May 6, 2018

May our hearts be known

Calvin: Do you think morality is defined by our actions or what’s in our hearts
Hobbes: Our actions show what is in our hearts
Calvin: I resent that

We can close our eyes
We can push those thoughts away
That haunt us

But in the end when we look in the mirror we know
Everyone knows
If they are willing to see

What is in our hearts

It has been said
“you will know them by their fruits”
(some guy named Jesus)

And so it is

Sometimes the fruits are not just bad
They are toxic, devastating, deadly
We see the violence (as missiles land and children die)
We see the poor and the vulnerable abandoned
We see people who are black minimized, oppressed, even killed

In such actions hearts are revealed
And they are not in the “right place”
By their actions we know them
We know then that these are hearts set on hate
Hearts full of fear, greed,
and arrogance

But so is mine
In my fear
In my failure to care

The fruit of my life is often isolation
Distance, neglect

In my failure to connect well with others
My failure to listen, to act with compassion
My inability to embrace rather than exclude
The poverty of my own heart is revealed

Ah may the love flow

From wherever love comes
May it fill all our hearts
And in the filling
May it overflow

And through the overflow
Through the love
May our hearts be known

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