I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Sunday, March 31, 2013
light dawns slowly
darkness rules
the night
robbing us of sight
blindly
we stumble through the darkness
searching
but not finding
groping
with clumsy hands
and bewildered minds
for
something
that will help us make sense of it all
dawn comes slowly
gray on black
then
slowly
color
breaking forth over the
dark mountains
pale at first
then with ever more power
hues
of pink
and gold
bursting into the sky
turning blue
until
finally full rays
of brilliant light streak through the trees
bringing to life
the sleeping earth
so too
faith
Saturday, March 30, 2013
In the Silence
early morning
in that eerie
time
on the edge between darkness and dawn
I walk
smelling the
rain
and the trees
seeing vaguely the world around me
feeling the softness
of decay beneath my feet
feeling the cold breath of early dawn
this day is not yet born
the day past
is still heavy on my mind
it is hard to grab hold of the promise
of what might be
of what might be
it is a difficult time
this silent time
in between
Lord what must it have been like
for your followers
that day
with the darkness of the cross behind them
and the
rising of the son
yet to come
what must it have been like
in the silence?
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perhaps Lord
for you know us well
there is a purpose to this "empty" space
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perhaps Lord
for you know us well
there is a purpose to this "empty" space
Friday, March 29, 2013
The Mystery of the Cross
How do I know what you are like
oh
my God!?
perhaps you are to be known
in the beauty of the mountains
or in the gentleness of a
fawn
asleep in the flower
perhaps you are to known
in the sun
or the rain
in the green newness of spring
perhaps you are to be known
in the smile of a grandchild
the joyous laughter
of people in love
but perhaps
perhaps
you are best known through the cross
Crux probat monia
"the cross proves everything"
in the cross
You
the creator
the Word
the something behind everything
you participated in human suffering
you did not just passively tolerate it
or observe it (Rohr)
as we gaze upon the mystery of the cross
we see the real sin of the world
we see power misused and abused
we see evil attacked with evil
hate with hate
violence with violence
and as we gaze upon
Jesus
hanging, bloody
passive
silent
we see you
revealing the lie and absurdity
of hate and violence
as we gaze upon the cross
we are changed
we see You differently
we see ourselves differently
on the cross
is revealed
your heart, my God
we see
pure gift!
grace!
glory!
we see Love
and as we gaze upon the cross
if we gaze long enough
we understand
On the cross you are saying
all other ways of being
the way of violence
greed
hate
fear
the way of Law
and coercion
stop here
Thursday, March 28, 2013
God in the Dust
there he knelt
echoes of Hosanna's
ringing in his ears
the adoration of the crowd fresh
this one who was
teacher
master
Lord
God
kneeling in the dust
washing feet
calm and content
while those around him
writhed with embarrassment
their striving for position
for power
for a place a the table
interrupted
by Jesus
taking on the role of a servant
by the Lord
kneeling in the dust
girded
washing dust from their feet
what happens to us
when the Lord takes on the role of a servant?
what happens to our ideas of power?
there we are
all wrapped up in worry
about who decides, who controls
who is admired
who is ridiculed
there we are judging
weighing
measuring
protecting
our place in the pecking order
and there is God
the Word
on his knees in the dust
washing our feet
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Love in the Midst of Hate
There was a time
many years ago
in a place called Jerusalem
when hate seemed to win
hate was everywhere
and fear
people were like sheep
being pulled this way and that by others
who in their hate and fear
stirred the fires of
enmity
I think of that time
and all i can see
are the masses crying "crucify him'
and the men beating Jesus in the courtyard
and the crowds lining the streets
jeering
as Jesus, cross laden
trudges the long way to Calvary
it is all happen
in the name of God
in the midst of it all was one
called Jesus
in silence
and in sorrow
he took on the hate
and anger
and fear
he took on the self righteousness
the arrogance
the violence
he took it on
and took it to the cross
and said
"this dies here"
all of this
violence is not solved by violence
fear is not solved by stirring the flames of hatred
our problems do not
respond to power
but to
love
giving, sacrificial, tolerant love
love
which fails to feed the energy of hate
perhaps
as we talk to one another
as we post on Facebook
as we take on the role of
protectors of God
and God's 'way'
we need to remember
Jesus on the cross
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Alone
And then You are here,
the one who sired every world,
flooding my every crevice, every pour, dissolving
any wound of loneliness, satisfying
every desire.......
RUMI
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In the darkness
of early morning I sit
encased in the loneliness that comes with dark and quiet
thinking of the One
the creator of the universe
that week in Jerusalem
cries of praise quickly dimming
alone
in the midst of hate, and fear and misunderstanding
alone with his knowledge
of what would be
alone
in the dust of the streets
the broken rubble of tables
the anger of the money changers
alone among the grasping hands
reaching for him
wanting
taking
alone
going through those moments
leading to that moment
when he would cry
God!
Why have you left me....
alone
on this cross
going through those moments
so i would never have to be
alone
Monday, March 25, 2013
Soft and Open
the rain falls on frozen ground
the earth receiving
and yet
not receiving
the life from heaven
only ground that is not frozen
that is soft
and open
can receive the rain
and allow it is slowly sink
deep into the earth
where hungry roots await
so it is with so many things
words come
and can be heard
but listening only happens
when soft and open
we allow those words to go
deep and find
the roots of our soul
only then can understanding blossom
so too
love
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Touched by the Light
Early morning
the mountain looms
darkly
framed by a sky
suggesting blue
but not yet
kissed by the sun
and so unwakened
only hints at the brilliance to come
vagueness and grayness
rule
the blackness of rock and trees
the white of snow
muted
and then
as if the Sacred had reached out his hand
and with just the tip of his finger
gently touched
a point of light
kisses the most
jagged and broken part
and the slumbering mountain
comes to life
as the grayness
is transformed to
pure white
and variegated greens
and pinks
and yellows
ah
the touch
the merest touch of God's love
is enough
to change everything
Saturday, March 23, 2013
Some Days
Some days
there is really nothing to say
it is simply a time to be
to feel the crunch of freshly frozen ground underfoot
to smell
the warmth of the horses
in the cold morning air
to gaze at mountain grandeur
and enjoy the doe
asleep in the flowerbed
it is time to simply pay attention
to the cat
who will not be denied attention
and sip one's coffee
shut down one's mind
and be
Saturday
Friday, March 22, 2013
White as snow
dawn comes
after the darkness
the light
revealing a world
white and clean
pure beauty
as if the mud
and mess of early spring
never existed
God comes
covering me with grace
making me
whiter than snow
Thursday, March 21, 2013
breathe in, breathe out
breathe in
breath out
99
breathe in
breathe out
98
breathe in
breathe out
97
breathe in
breathe out
96
oh damn, I forgot to send that email
what if.....
breathe in breathe out
99
breathe in breathe out
98
breathe in
man, I really wish I hadn't said that the other day
I wonder if those idiots in Washington will ever
get past their ideological blindness and work
together to help the people
oh, oh, and I need to go visit ......
and what about my sermon
argh!
breathe in
breathe out
99
98
97
96
Lord if I am going to be an instrument of your peace
I need peace within
help me to put down the things I carry
to accept your acceptance and grace
and trust in your love
and travel light
95
breathe in breathe out
94
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Still the waters
the water
stirred
is murky
all the junk
all the debris and floatsom
obscuring
my view
and so i keep
stirring
stirring
wanting so badly
to see myself
clearly
It is when i sit
quietly
it is when it wait
upon the Sacred
that the waters quiet
clear
and I can see
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Lord, help me to take time
this day
to breathe
to look deeply
to see
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
The Tissue of our Humanity
"It is not the tissue of our humanity that defeats us"
but rather our refusal to accept who we are....."
Mark Nepo
When we look in the mirror
what do we see?
Do we look out ourselves with honest
and see our totality?
Or do we pick and choose?
Some of us may focus on the parts of ourselves we like
and refuse to look at those things we abhor
Others of us may be so obsessed with our weaknesses
that we cannot grasp our own value and beauty.
What makes us strong
and unique
and human
is wholeness
we are at our best when we "face ourselves
accept ourselves
and share ourselves
blemishes and all" (Nepo)
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This morning when you look in the mirror
be honest in your appraisal
Don't ignore those parts of you that you don't like
But don't deny your value either
allow yourself
to accept this child of God
Monday, March 18, 2013
Suffering
A very wise man once said
that suffering equals the difference
between what we want
or think we need
and what we have
I supposed then that the deepest suffering
is related to those desires
that are closest to our heart
that are deepest
and perhaps the most powerful desire
is that we be appreciated
valued
loved
I listen to many people share their struggles
and so often the source of their pain
is the belief that they are not valued
perhaps worse
that they have no value
and thus, are not
respected
or loved
for many life is nothing more than an ongoing process
of trying to find love
or more accurately, earn love
that unless they give
and give
and give
they will not be loved
it doesn't work of course
because our sense of value
our understanding that we are loved
comes ultimately from within
it comes from knowing that Love
the Sacred
that God
who is love
dwells within
that we come from love
are part of love
and are loved, no strings attached
Mark Nepo has a challenging meditation
that gets at the heart of this deep ailment.
He suggests that we breathe, and then do two things
Think about a person important to us (Perhaps God might be a good target too)
and imagine ourselves being loved by that person if we did nothing
and then he asks us to do (what to me) is a really difficult thing
loving ourselves, if we do nothing
his point?
that we are at our core
loved
and lovable
If we can grab
and hold on to that deep truth
there is no gap, between what we want and what we have
we already have
that which we so deeply desire!
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Just relax (in God's love)
Crazy
Kramer
my 18 year
old barn cat
who for
years
and years
has been a
talker
each
morning he comes in from the cold
and talks
rather
complains
pacing the
house
he
protests
as only a
cat can protest
and looks
at me
with those
pleading cat eyes
food
he has
water
he has
what does
he want
this
insatiable feline?
I
suspect
attention
and love
but
perhaps his head just itches
but the
harder he tries
the more
irritated I get
(not
knowing what else I can do)
why
doesn't he understand
if he
simply shuts up
and curls
at my feet
or on the
couch next to me
this incessant
whining
why doesn’t
he just relax
and accept
and enjoy my love?
Ah!
So it is
With God
And me
I suspect
God is more patient than I am
Friday, March 15, 2013
The God We Need
In the movie "Oz"
the soon to be Wizard says to the people
"I may not be the wizard you expected,
but I may be the wizard you need."
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How true is is
oh Sacred One
that you are often not what we expected
you are not a tame God
domesticated
safe
predictable
we have tried
so hard
so hard
to make you in our image
and yet
you are the Holy One
you are
who you are
and into our lives you come
fire
wind
a roaring water
we are
singed around the edged
tossed about
deluged
and yes
ultimately
changed
your presence is seldom comfortable
although it is loving and comforting
and out of the chaos
the tumult
comes
your new thing
you are what we need
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Good morning, self!
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of it's furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of it's furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.
--Rumi
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Greet each morning
as a gift
as a chance to start over
after all
is it not the Sacred that insists
that faithfulness
and mercy
are new every morning
We are seen in the eyes of God
as fresh
and new
perhaps
if we would see ourselves that way as well
we would indeed
be open
for some new delight
ready for that next right choice
that will come our way
a 1000 times
this day
making choices with open hearts
and fresh souls
seems far preferable
than making those choices
than following the breadcrumbs of God
with hearts burdened
eyes clouded
and souls cluttered
PEACE!
BREATHE!
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