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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



Saturday, August 29, 2026

what do you expect?

“Disappointment is a sort of bankruptcy - the bankruptcy of a soul that expends too much in hope and expectation.”
Eric Hoffer
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Wow!
That is incredible!
I love the way it is all coming together, finally!

Ah, those spikes of hope

A person who has been struggling seems to be getting it all together
Yay!
A new family shows up in worship
The church finally seems to be gaining some momentum
You leave a worship service going “Wow, that worked!  That was powerful”
You go online to find a good person has won an election

And then
The old patterns emerge
The new family disappears
The church feels mired in “old stuff”
The Senate confirms a corrupt creep into a key role

And you end up feeling
Bankrupt
Empty
Tired
Hopeless

Perhaps it was easier when I was younger
35, 45, not 75
Perhaps it was easier when I wasn’t fighting chronic pain,
Two shoulders full of torn tendons that don’t work
An energy level that never faltered
A mind that was sharp

But now?

Can these dry bones live?
Can this nation recover?
Can the church not just survive but flourish?
Can I continue to live a life of productivity and meaning?

No, I am not a pessimist (am I?)
Leland Val Van de Wall once said 
“The degree to which a person can grow is directly proportional
To the amount of truth he can accept about himself without running away”

The same might be said for nations and churches
I believe there is always hope
The Kingdom of God is near
It lingers around our hearts
And we see glimpses of glory

Near but not yet
So close, but yet so far

I don’t think
Those moments of “Wow”
Will ever be more than fleeting
They will be followed, too quickly by “Ugh”

But they come, and come, and come again
And for that I give thanks

Tuesday, August 25, 2026

I Missed Glory

No doubt about it! God is good — good to good people, good to the good-hearted.

But I nearly missed it, missed seeing his goodness.

I was looking the other way, looking up to the people

At the top, envying the wicked who have it made,

Who have nothing to worry about, not a care in the whole wide world.


Pretentious with arrogance, they wear the latest fashions in violence,

Pampered and overfed, decked out in silk bows of silliness.

They jeer, using words to kill; they bully their way with words.

They’re full of hot air, loudmouths disturbing the peace.

People actually listen to them—can you believe it?

Like thirsty puppies, they lap up their words.

Psalm 73, The Message

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This morning there was, I think, a great sunrise.  

I missed it.  I got sucked into the news, and sucked into anger, and despair.

And I missed it

God revealing God’s glory


We cannot let this culture blind us

Whether we embrace it, or are driven to despair by it.


We have to keep our eyes on God.  We have to constantly choose God

And reject the way of power and domination

We have to stop worshiping the way of power and domination, and the people who represent it.  That way is nothing.


And remember God.  And God’s way.  We have to keep our eyes on God.

And then, despite how illogical and useless it might seem

Walk the way of radical love

Standing up against hate and greed, with every fiber of our being.


 


Sunday, August 23, 2026

Not so secret Agents of God

The most important thing about Job’s silence is that he does not remain alone in it. He is joined by three friends—Eliphaz, Bildad, and Zophar—who hear of Job’s affliction and come from far off to comfort him.

“And they lifted up their eyes from a distance but could hardly recognize him. And they lifted up their voices and wept, and each one tore his robe and they threw dust over their heads into the air. And they sat with him on the ground seven days and seven nights without speaking a word to him, for they saw how great was his pain. (Job 2:12–13)

Those seven days of silence are surely one of the most influential acts of pastoral care ever performed. The Jewish practice of “sitting shiva” (literally “sitting seven,” when friends come to sit with mourners at home over the period of a week) memorializes the friends’ wise compassion in this long moment of shared grief. More than twenty-five hundred years after the book of Job was written, this one act of Job’s companions is imitated on a daily basis by comforters all over the world. Silence kept with others has a special quality. It is like a fine veil, preserving separateness, yet strangely heightening mutual awareness. Silence requires us to be present to the unexpressed needs of others, needs of which they may themselves not yet know. It is a powerful means of fostering mutual encouragement among us, whom God has entrusted to one another in this wilderness of pain and doubt.
Ellen Davis (Duke Divinity School)
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Eliphaz, Bildad, and Zophar
Did a lot wrong
They misrepresented God's justice by claiming 
bad things only happen to bad people, 

Eliphaz literally invented false charges
Saying Job abused the poor, starved the hungry, and robbed widows
All to support his own crappy theology

Bildad said that Job’s children died because they sinned

Zophar insisted that as bad as things were,
Job should have been punished more harshly

With friends like these, who needs enemies

They tried to make sense of it all
They tried to make reality fit their theology 

That good produces blessing
And evil produces curse
And God is harsh and demanding

They created their own reality 
A rather cruel, minimizing, marginalizing
reality
Rather than open their hearts, minds, and souls
To the idea

That life is messy
And that God is love
And that it is all very confusing
And all we can really do is trust God
Embrace the fact that God is love
And take it one day at a time

But before they got scared
Facing uncertainty
Having to move to radical trust
In love and grace

And got all caught up in merit theology 

They did something beautiful
They went to where Job was, and it wasn’t pretty
They went and sat on a mound of garbage
And they just were with him
Present

On the garbage heap
In the dust
With the flies
With the pain and the uncertainty

With God

Sometimes we struggle with God
We get confused and frightened
We don’t understand

Why do bad things happen to good people?
Why does a person like Donald Trump flourish?

We watch as wonderful people suffer injustice at the hands of ICE
We watch children go hungry as SNAP is taken away
We see the elderly lose access to healthcare

And the temptation is there
To try to have it make sense.
But it doesn’t make sense!

We don’t have to make it make sense.
All we have to do is trust that God is love
And then
As agents of God’s mercy and grace
Find the hurting, wherever they are
And sit with them

In Trump’s concentration camps
In the doorways of old buildings

Wherever they are
We should be with them

But going to where they are is not enough.  We break the silence
We reach out
We pick them up
We proclaim that they are beloved children of God
We advocate for them
We do whatever we can to care and heal
To fight for justice

And God will become present
Perhaps through us
God’s voice will be heard, and God’s love will be manifest

It will still be messy
But God will be with us in the mess
One day at a time