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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



Wednesday, July 8, 2026

Better or bitter

All I am now going through

Will make me better or bitter,

Break down or break through

Learning this patience – it takes so much patience

It’s a great education

But why is the tuition so High?

Why God, why?

          Brian McLaren – Naked Spirituality

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I watch as people like "Dr" Oz and RFJ Jr. spew inaccuracies.  While people like MarkWayne and Mr Mortgage Guy take over critical services they know nothing about.  I listen to tRump and JD and Rubio lie.  I suffer while Huckabee spews Zionist nonsense.  I read the comments of the MAGA faithful as they talk about "true American culture" (white, European-based) and about immigrant "trash."

 

I see America kill kids by shooting missiles at them, or denying them healthcare and food via funding (USAID).  I see us support genocide and apartheid.

 

I watch us dismantle systems that reveal the truth about what we are doing to the planet, like the Oceanic Observatories Initiative, to save 48 million a year, while we spend a billion a day blowing up things in Iraq (and losing).

 

I see our current government destroy the agencies that serve people while bankrolling the agencies that control and abuse people. 

 

I see all the ugliness that permeates our country from the top (Trump) to the bottom (the MAGA faithful on FB, Threads, and Truth Social).

 

And I hate it.

 

Brian McClaren talks about the fact that sometimes we end up in what he calls the “season of perplexity.”  Times when there is “no winning.  There are no solutions, answers, or consolations in sight…”

 

This may be such a time.

The words for perplexity are when, no, and why

 

When will it end?

No, this is not right!  No.  You should not allow this to happen, O Sacred One.  No, this person should not flourish.  What the…..

 

Sometimes we pray with Meister Eckhart, “God save me from god.”

 

Why?  I do not understand.  OK, perhaps I understand that some of these people who are causing this are those who, in order to gain the world, have lost their souls, who are no longer who they were created to be: people, children of God, creatures reflecting God’s image.  Trump.  JD Vance.  Lutnick.  Musk. So many of the MAGA leadership.  They know what they are doing is wrong.  They don’t care (IMHO).

 

There are those who have just been seduced by power and wealth and are being used by the evil ones.  Poor MarkWayne.  He doesn’t have a clue (IMHO, it's all just how I see it).

 

There are those who may actually believe the garbage they are spewing.  RFK Jr., maybe.

 

There are those who are misled, misinformed, ignorant, programmed, acculturated.  All those White Nationalist Christians programmed by intense White Nationalist preachers who have left the Gospel of Jesus far, far behind.  Those who watch FOX, and OAN, and all the others.

 

There are those who for whatever reason, perhaps fear, choose to see what they want to see.  That the butt naked Emperor has clothes, that Trump is strong, sane, mentally with it, effective, and the greatest President ever, like never before.

 

All I know is that it sucks the life out of me.  The joy out of everything.

 

I am tired of “no”

I want to get back to “yes”

 

I want to be in that place where, in the midst of the fury, doubt and feelings of abandonment, I sense that God is, and reach the point where even in the midst of it all,

I catch glimpses of sacred, of love

 

And so this morning, and every morning, I say the words from a 15th century prayer book.

 

God be in my head, and in my understanding;

God be in mine eyes, and in my looking;

God be in my mouth, and in my speaking;

God be in my heart, and in my thinking;

God be at mine end, and at my departing.

 

God, be

 

 

 

Monday, July 6, 2026

Just out of reach

I cannot reach up

Or rather I can, just not very well

And when I have stretched my arm as far as it will go

I can’t do anything with it

At all

 

That repaired supraspinatus

Just can’t bear the weight

 

And so I am left

Looking at that object on the shelf

And cursing

 

Then I ask for help

 

I hate it

Having to ask for help

Not being able to make that reach upward

Myself

 

Please

I’d rather do it myself!!

 

But that is the thing

I can’t

I can’t reach that file box, high in the closet

I need help

I can’t be the person God would love for me to be

I need help

 

Not just the help of the Holy Spirit

Although that, for sure

But the help of others

The encouragers

The ones who hold me accountable

The ones who have gifts I don’t have

 

Which is why I still believe in the church

Even though it is tainted

Even though, instead of being a servant church

It seeks power and wealth

 

Even though it can be dysfunctional

Fragmented

Judgmental

Exclusive

And self-absorbed

 

Because we need each other

 

And if we don’t do this faith thing together

Seeking (in the power of the Holy Spirit)

To be the presence of the Sacred

The hands, feet and voice of Jesus

In this world

Together

 

We will find so much

That is good

That is powerful

That is love

 

Just out of reach

 

Tuesday, June 30, 2026

Living "yes"

I love the story of Jesus and Peter

Back at the lake

Besties who have had a falling out

Putting the relationship back together again, again

 

Peter, do you love me?!

You know I do?

Then tend my sheep, feed my sheep

Do you love me? Then

 

A trifecta of love and commitment

 

But that is not the end of the story.

 

Follow me

Jesus said

Follow me into the way of costly love

Follow me into this messy, ugly world

With it emperors and emperor-wannabes

With its inequity and injustice

Its fear and hate

 

And there

Tend my sheep, feed my lambs.

 

It will cost you everything.

Even your life

 

Peter did not say “yes.”

He said, “Look over there.”

“What about him?”

 

How often, Lord, do we want to

Pass the pain along.

Pass the cost along.

 

We don’t want to share the wealth

So we cut funding for the poor

And deport the immigrants

 

We don’t want to be uncomfortable.

So we demonize people who are trans.

 

Peter eventually lived “yes.”

He did follow

He did let go of things dear to him

He did give up his life

 

But it wasn’t easy

And it is not easy for us either.

 

So, help us, Lord

May our “yes” be “yes.”

May we worry most about the person in the mirror

May we be able to live into costly love

 

For we love you