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.
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Deeply, Madly Loved
Shane Claiborne
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.”
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Ah child of God
Battered and
beaten
Ah child of God
Confused and lost
Ah child of God
Fear full and
anxious
Ah child of God
one seen
by the eyes of
love
the eyes of the
sacred
the eyes of
God
seen as that
beautiful
wrinkly wonderful
newborn
who
ah
has five toes
and five fingers
and yes, its
father’s nose
and mother’s smile
that perfect child
of promise
of The Promise
who is
deeply
madly
loved
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