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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



Monday, June 8, 2026

Good people, bad choices

 Mark Twain described his mother as a genuinely good person, whose soft heart pitied even Satan, but who had no doubt about the legitimacy of slavery, because in years of living in antebellum Missouri, she had never heard any sermon opposing slavery, but only countless sermons preaching that slavery was God's will. With or without religion, good people can behave well, and bad people can do evil; but for good people to do evil — that takes religion.

          Steven Weinburg

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Some people ooze hate and vitriol.

Some people are divisive and violent

Some people live their fear and anger, their racism

As naturally as they breathe

 

You can see the enmity in their eyes

Arrogance, like a foul fog, rolls off of them

 

Their values, beliefs, words, and actions

Are a symphony of malice

 

Jesus had the affrontery to look down from the cross

At his tormentors and murders

And say

 

Forgive them

 

Yet people like Pete Hegseth and Donald Trump,

People like Elon Musk and the rest of the oligarchs

Aren't people I can easily forgive

I struggle to “wish them well.”

 

Honestly, that bothers me only a little

(perhaps it should bother me more)

These people are doing such harm to so many

They are abusing the kind of people on whom Jesus lavished his love

 

Let the little ones come to me

Welcome the stranger

Feed the hungry

 

I see such souls, and I am angry

My anger is not for myself as much as for others

And Jesus (I think) got angry FOR others

Angry at the vulnerable being neglected

The little one’s being harmed

 

The people I really struggle with are the basically good people

(yes, they are good)

The people who would, in fact, help their neighbor, give to the food bank

And be kind and compassionate

 

Who have chosen to support people who are hateful and destructive

Who somehow have no problem voting for a serial adulterer

A person who has committed fraud

A person who is racist

A genuinely bad person

 

Who are willing to embrace leaders, and a movement

Whose values violate their own values

 

WTH?

 

Does charisma blind them?  (Halo effect)

Are they myopic?  Putting so much weight on one issue (like abortion) that they can’t see anything else? 

Are they programmed into toxic patriotism (my country right or wrong)

Is it bad theology that allows them to be manipulated and used?

 

But these people are my greatest challenge.

How to work with them?  Talk to them? 

How does one embrace what is good about them

and not support what seems so very” off”?

 

Most of the time, I try to listen and seek to understand

Sometimes I have to embrace silence

Sometimes I try to correct misinformation or add information

 

I always try to return

To the perspective of the cross

 

Everything looks different from the cross!

 

It is a conundrum

I am not comfortable being silent, which feels like acceptance.

But I want to reconcile and change, not condemn and repel

(some WILL feel judged, and will balk at the attempt to “change their mind”)

 

I want to stay in community with them

I want to radiate the love of Christ

I want to be a good teacher

I want to help people embrace the way of Jesus

 

What do I do with the good people who right now,

Are embracing what (I believe) are bad things?

 

For me, this is the challenge of these times.

Thursday, June 4, 2026

Tired of waiting

“Wait on the Lord,” we are told.  Don’t slide back into anxiety and anger.  Don’t rush ahead in a rush to judgment.  Don’t demand a quick solution…  Don’t assume the worst… do not presume that an answer is forthcoming.   No, wait. Relax. Rest. Don’t feel the situation has to be fixed.  Hold on, and keep your eyes open, and you will eventually BEHOLD what you do not see now.

          Brian McLaren

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Wait.

Wait?

Wait!

 

For what?

Sometimes I wonder

How long can we wait?

 

We watch the world unravel around us

We see hate in high places

We see immigrants caged worse than animals

 

We see villages in Lebanon destroyed

And politicians taunt prisoners

 

Wait?

While desperate people in detention centers kill themselves?

While the BIPOC community loses the vote, and hope?

While UFC fighting cages go up on the White House lawn?

While our leaders push performative religiosity, but abandon the core principles

Of the religion they push (like a drug)

 

Yes.

Wait

Stop, for a moment

Breathe

Let Sacred surround you, embrace you, fill you

 

Don’t let this world

With its horrors

Squeeze you into its mold

But be transformed by the renewing of your mind

By presence

 

Behold

Behold God

Behold a God who is too big for our minds, and hearts, to contain

 

There is no thought we can have of God

That is too good

Everything good about God is true

 

This God we behold

With awe

 

This God, who if we wait

Will give us new minds

New hearts

New eyes

 

God can help us see people, in a new light

God can help us see God’s presence in creation

God can keep us from rushing in blindly

And flailing madly

 

God can help us choose love

 

If we wait

And Behold

 

“All shall be amen and alleluia

We shall rest and we shall see

We shall see and we shall know

We shall know and we shall love

We shall love and we shall praise.

 

Behold our end which is no end”    St. Augustine

Thursday, May 28, 2026

God in Sandals

Jesus was God in Sandals…

 

If he was indeed God in sandals, then that means he cared about what God cared about, hated what God hated, and loved what God loved.  The incarnation gave God a face.  It gave God literal tears, literal laughter, literal hands, literal feet, a literal heart, and a literal mind.

          Rachel Held Evans

 

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If Jesus were to show up today

He might wear sandals

 

Or perhaps he would wear Hokas.

Maybe even Florsheim wingtips, although I doubt it

 

I have no clue

But I think I know where Jesus would hang out

And it wouldn’t be at the political rally “Rededicate 250.”

 

He wouldn’t be admiring the newly added gold leaf

On the walls of the Oval Office

 

And he wouldn’t smile beneficently as

Pete Hegseth abuses the gospel and talks about a “holy war.”

 

It is more likely that he would be sharing a sandwich with a homeless dude

In a doorway

 

Trying to comfort immigrant children in Dilley Detention Center

And walking in a Pride parade with his queer brothers and sisters

 

He probably would be totally uncomfortable standing behind

The resolute desk, or sitting in the pew of a White Nationalist Church

But totally at home in a homeless shelter, or a soup kitchen

 

If Jesus was God in sandals

And if Jesus, as GodInUs, the Spirit

is with us still

 

then maybe we need to take another look

at what it means to follow

 

Because I don’t think Jesus is looking for us to

Line up behind the church or the state

 

I think he is looking for us to become so permeated

With love, with his presence

That we start to think, feel, and act

More like him

 

I think he wants us to hang around and value

And love, and help

Sick people and people with mental health issues

Homeless people and helpless people

Straight people and queer people

 

Hurt people

Recovering people

Searching people

Doubtful people

Even angry and fearful people

 

I think he wants us to love

Even our enemies

To give, even if we get nothing back

To serve, without recognition

To live simply (and give away what we don’t really need)

 

I think he wants humility, not arrogance

Non-violence, not missiles and bombs

Truth not deceit

Generosity not greed

 

I think Jesus doesn’t want a fortified palace (ballroom)

For a dictator

Nor a 250 ft arch

 

I think he wants universal healthcare

And housing

And food security

 

Jesus was a radical

He loved with radicality

He taught radical things

And he forgave while nailed to a tree

 

And he calls us to be “ordinary radicals” (Thanks Shane Claibourne)

 

Following Jesus is not about intellectual belief

(Christianity is crazy illogical anyway)

But about embracing love

 

It is not about closing ourselves up to

Others (and of course, sin)

As it is to opening ourselves up to God, to love

And to all those we would rather ignore

It is not so much about prayer and praise

As it is about getting into the mix of the worlds

Hate and pain

 

And loving like crazy

 

Faith (and hope) is lived