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.
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.
In their book "Plato and a Platypus Walk into a Bar...." Cathcart and Klein open up their chapter of the Philosophy of Religion with this brief statement.
"The God that philosophers of religion like to argue about isn't one
that most of us would recognize. He tends to be more on the abstract
side, like "the Force" in Star Wars, and less like a parent who stays up at night worrying about you."
Sometimes when I think about God
I can only think BIG
I mean really big
Like Master of the Universe big
God is up there
a little bit vague
a lot scary
The mean old guy with a beard and thunder bolt
God is totally transcendent
not exactly very real
can a cosmic bowl of tapioca pudding
(yes, that is my other image)
But sometimes I think of God as immanent
I think of the Christ
The Word made flesh
God living among us
I think of God in the Exodus
with the people of Israel
present and in their midst
And I think of how God comes now
in special people whom God places in my life
in sisters and daughters
God is in the person who listens deeply
In the one who notices my pain
and shares my joy
God is in the smile and the hand shake
I get from the person at the Blue Banana (my favorite coffee spot)
and in the quick hug I get
when I walk through the door of my church.
God is in the little child who tugs at my pants leg
talks about a talk he once had with an old hippie friend who, he says “loves
Jesus and smokes a lot of weed”.He and
the friends often end up in friendly debates about faith and the Bible.One day he said to Shane, “Jesus never talked
to a prostitute”.Shane immediately went
on the offensive.“Sure he did” and got
ready to spar.But then his friend
looked him in the eye and said “Listen, Jesus never talked to a prostitute
because he didn’t see a prostitute.He
just saw a child of God he was madly in love with.”