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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, May 18, 2026

Enabling the beast

We all see it

Or rather, we should all see it.

 

That if you enable evil

Even if that enabling is passive, you create a monster.

 

And that monster,

Call it hate, prejudice, greed, racism

A beast,

Often personified in a person, or a movement

 

Becomes uncontrollable

Rending the fabric of morality and decency

Gnawing on the flesh of the vulnerable

Eradicating justice

Gorging itself on precious resources

 

Until the world becomes enmeshed in violence

A place where people are marginalized and minimized

Where cultures are destroyed

Where children lie crushed under the rubble of their school

And Palestinian villages are flattened

And strangers are brutalized, not welcomed

 

And people with empty heads and inflated egos

And no moral compass at all

Plan ballrooms, and dream of arches

And fortified bunkers

 

We reach a point where the cancer

That is killing a culture, a nation

Even a planet

Is beyond cure

 

It will destroy

 

And it will be because

Too many people did not stand up and speak out.

 

This is not new

We have seen many cultures die

Many empires stumble and fall

Crashing to the earth

 

We have seen the world slowly

Practice resurrection

Rebuilding

Restoring

(only to see it happen again)

 

There is a reason Jesus said

Be Yeast.  Be salt.  Be light.

You

Not someone else.  You

 

Be the change you wish to see

Be compassion, welcome, and generosity

Be people who fight for justice

Be love

 

Because if you don’t, who will?

Wise people throughout history have warned us.

 

Albert Einstein famously noted, "The world is not a dangerous place because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing."

 

Dante Alighieri expressed a similar sentiment in Inferno: "The hottest places in hell are reserved for those who in times of great moral crisis maintain their neutrality."

 

Edmund Burke concisely warned, "The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing."

 

Martin Luther King Jr. stated, "In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."

 

Dietrich Bonhoeffer highlighted the enabler's dilemma:

"Silence in the face of evil is itself evil: God will not hold us guiltless. Not to speak is to speak. Not to act is to act."

 

The monster is awake.

The rough beast slouches toward Bethlehem

Seeking incarnation

 

We dare not be silent.

We cannot stand by and do nothing

(even if it seems as if nothing can be done)

 

We cannot watch as a person who does not care

For anyone but himself, slouches along

Playing King Midas and seeking to turn everything gold

 

While Elon dances like a dervish

And greedy souls destroy the planet for profit.

 

May it never be said that

“The best lack all conviction, while the worst  

Are full of passionate intensity”  (Yeats)

 

We cannot let MAGA win.

We cannot let Putin, Trump, and the oligarchs

Shape the world

 

The stock market is not a measure of wellness

Nor is the wealth of the oligarchs a sign of success

 

For underneath such shallow victories

Racism, hate, and greed grow

Fear too

 

We must be salt and yeast

We must be light

Jesus told us that even small acts are important

 

Yes, it may look as if it is all for nothing

As if we are powerless

The cross looked like a defeat, a failure

But it was magnificent

 

So we must do what small things that we can

We must protect our LGBTQI+ friends

We must stand side by side with those beautiful trans people

In our midst

We must feed the hungry,

Welcome the stranger

 

We must vote

 

Because even if we do not win

This time

Even if evil is not impeached or deposed

Now

 

We will have planted a seed,

Sprinkled a little yeast

 

We will have followed

Jesus

 

 

Saturday, May 16, 2026

Blessed or Bitter

All that I’m now going through

Will make me better or bitter,

Break down or break through,

Learning patience – it takes so much patience.

It’s a great education,

But why is the tuition so high?

Why, God, Why?

                     Brian McLaren

_______________________________

 

I wish it were easy

I wish the formulas worked

 

Bad things happen to bad people

Blessings are poured out on the good

 

Love wins

If you just have enough faith, all will be well

 

I wish there were five holy hops to happiness

 

But frankly, it’s a mess

A liar is believed

Cruelty is justified

Injustice and racism (they go together) are endemic

Bad things happen to good people

And blessings flow down on the brutal rich

 

Black and White is BS

Gray is the way

It is

 

I am tired of missiles killing children

Liars being believed

Good people blindly following and supporting bad people

War being made in the name of peace

Evil being perpetrated in the name of God

 

It would be so easy to get bitter

Hate filled

Despondent

 

It would be so easy to stop

And sit

Immobile

In the valley of the shadow of death

 

Frozen

Lamenting

Why, why God, have you forsaken us?

Uncomforted

 

Life is a lumpy, ripped, ragged mess

 

It is so tempting to build naïve theologies

Where all is nice and clean

And logical

To mutter reassuring banalities

 

But life intercedes

And we realize it is beyond our understanding

And we are perplexed

Anxious

Questioning

Why?

 

Have you forgotten us completely,

God,

If you are there?

 

I have no easy answers.

The formulas lie shattered and useless

 

And yet, I am still casting my questions

Into the darkness

 

My God, My God

Why?

 

Hoping, trusting, believing?

That Love is there.

 

Sunday, May 10, 2026

Why not now

One minute you are yelling “No, it can’t be this way!” and then you are whispering, “Why?  Why must it be this way?”  That why – the prayer of lament – is the prayer you offer on the longest night of the year…

 

It acknowledges, “I don’t have an answer, but still dares to hope there is an answer, so it asks.

          Brian McLaren

___________________________

 

I don’t have an answer.

Perhaps there is no good answer.

 

We don’t like that answer, and so we get creative.

 

God knows

God only knows

There is a bigger purpose we can’t see

God is working God’s purposes out as year succeeds to year

 

Maybe

Or maybe not

 

I don’t understand cancer

Or Donald Trump and his wrecking crew

I don’t understand why people can cheer a cruel, hate-filled man

And thus cheer hate and cruelty

 

I don’t understand why God would let bad people flourish

And put their picture on money

And let beautiful, innocent people suffer

 

Why God would allow bombs to fall

And missiles to fly

And people to starve

And children to die

 

Why?

 

Maybe we are just out here,

On this decaying planet on our own

Making bad choices

And wandering toward a bad end

 

Maybe it is about free will (seems like a stupid idea)

 

Why?

Is it ridiculous to hope for an answer?

To believe that someday love will win?

 

Maybe someday, Trump will wake up and feel a momentary pang of compassion

Maybe someday a CEO will suggest that a slight increase in the profit margin

It is not worth the destruction of the planet

And that bigoted white supremacists will call a black man his brother

And mean it

And that ICE officer will look in the mirror and see what he or she has become,

And resign

 

Maybe

 

Why do I still dare hope?

Because I see something sacred in most (I wish I could say all)

People I meet

 

That spark of the divine

It is there!

Because I watch people do random acts of kindness

And march on No King's Day

And give to the food bank

And help their neighbor

 

Because I see love and joy

Blossom in the most unlikely places

 

Sometimes I think it is true

That life sucks, and then you die

 

But sometimes I know better

And simply ask why

Why not now!

 

Today would be a good day

For love to win