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

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Life in the context of God's love

There she stood
Alone in the dusty road
Fingers pointing
Voices condemning, scoffing

An object of shame
According to the law
The church pronounced
She deserves to die!

A single man stood in judgement
He looked and he saw
In that bowed form
All the longings of the human heart

A hunger for love and affection
A desire to be wanted above all others
By somebody, anybody

He saw the loneliness
And despair

And he knelt
And drew in the sand

And then simply said
You are forgiven
Go and be the child of god you were created to be
Go and love
And hope
Go and give
As compassion has been given to you

They are everywhere Lord
These broken people
Put down
The objects of scorn

Battered and twisted by passion, greed,
Drugs, anger, hate and abuse

But they are also us
Each of us stands in the dust
Worthy of judgment

And yet to them
And us
Come the words
You are forgiven…
Go forth
trust in my love
and go

From John 8

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