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

Friday, March 29, 2013

The Mystery of the Cross

How do I know what you are like
my God!?

perhaps you are to be known
in the beauty of the mountains
or in the gentleness of a 
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
you are best known through the cross

Crux probat monia
"the cross proves everything"

in the cross
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 
hanging, bloody
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!

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
the way of Law
and coercion

stop here

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