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, September 13, 2014
Colo-Rectal Theology Redux
“To be engrossed by something outside ourselves is
a powerful antidote for the rational mind, the mind that so frequently has its
head up its own ass - seeing things in such a narrow and darkly narcissistic
way that it presents a colo-rectal theology, offering hope to no one.”
― Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on
Writing and Life
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I wandered down the road
this lovely September morning
feeling the sun slowly warming the well chilled
air
smelling new mown hair
and end of summer dust
watching the deer eat piles of grass clippings at
the place
where yard debris go to die
and my mind was consumed with
the fact that gravel always ends up in my shoe
and my irritation with the young punk (my
description)
who regularly roads down the road in his jacked up
pickup
pedal to the metal (it is still metal isn’t it?) diesel
roaring
as if the speed and noise somehow enhances………..
see?
Its silly isn’t it
around me is beauty
around me the day is wakening
around me the world is unraveling
children are being killed
and I’m thinking about gravel
and brash young men
and the fact that Tim Tebow is now going to offer
sage opinions on morning TV
(which I don’t even watch)
I am suffering from cranial-anal inversion
And probably (I love this term)
from colo-rectal theology
and there it is, I fear
much of what is wrong with the world
the church
the country
and, ah yes, me
this is what causes us to let fear rule
and keeps us from compassion
this is why people vote for leaders who cater to
the 1%
and pass laws that actually hurt them and their
children
I make everything about me
it is all about the small piece of gravel in the
shoe
it is all about what I think I need and want for
me
about what I think might hurt me
even my faith is all about me
and what I want my valet/servant God to do for me
deliver us O Lord
from seeing the world in “a narrow and darkly
narcissistic way”
help us to see
the beauty
help us to see the needs of others
help us to see the world
with your amazing
attentive
compassionate eyes
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