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

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Those faces haunt me

People are not statistics.  Beatrice Bruteau


Every day Lord
people with agendas throw statistics at us
about fraud
about poverty
about greed
about drug use
about mental illness
about divorce
so many other things

and we gobble them up
those numbers
we throw them around
and use them as weapons

but behind the statistics are people
behind the numbers there are faces

the faces of children
frightened and vulnerable
the faces of parents
drawn tight by the weight of poverty
the faces of women
abused and oppressed
the faces of men
who can no longer support their families

Those faces are everything

Those are the faces of your children
of those who are precious to you
of those you love

as we sit at our computers
as we sit at our desks on Capital Hill
and collect our 1000 dollars a day
as we hide behind our pulpits
as we crunch the numbers

let us remember

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