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.
Saturday, May 24, 2014
Faith that is primarily defensive is not faith at all
I believe in all that has never yet been spoken.
I
want to free what waits within me
so
that what no one has dared to wish for
may
for once spring clear
without
my contriving.
If
this is arrogant, God, forgive me,
but
this is what I need to say.
May
what I do flow from me like a river,
no
forcing and no holding back,
the
way it is with children.
Then
in these swelling and ebbing currents,
these
deepening tides moving out, returning,
I
will sing you as no one ever has,
streaming
through widening channels
into
the open sea.
-
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
(Translated
by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)
_________________________________
the cat sits on the porch
perched high upon the arm of a chair
ears twitching
tail too
the entire fabric of her being alert
wired
out there
somewhere in the dark it lurks
big and threatening
loud and aggressive
the tomcat who wanders through the woods
slinking, searching
and
dangerous
and so she sits
watching
waiting
afraid
frozen
no longer free to explore the deep grass
to ambush ants
or pounce on fat quail who have eaten one too many
sunflower seeds
no longer able to freely roam the pasture
looking for a spare mouse or ground squirrel
ah, this is what happens
when life is about dangerous people
dangerous beliefs and ideas
that lurk in the dark
this is how it is when people of faith
are against
more than they are for
when the world is populated with people
who must be avoided or attacked
this is how it is when we are “against sin”
but not “for people”
how many people
who would follow God
sit perched behind walls of righteous and hate
looking out
angry and hostile
stuck in a world that is grim and gray and barren
afraid to grow
afraid to move forward
afraid to accept and affirm
afraid to love
how many perch behind walls
of fear
staring out
hugging to themselves a righteousness
that held closely all to easily becomes hate?
a faith that is primarily defensive
is not faith at all
_____________________________
Occasioned by new reports about the “Watchmen
(note, its men) on the Wall conference, which is
Sponsored by the Family Research (using the world
very loosely) Council
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