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

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Child of God

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.”

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

seen as that beautiful
wrinkly wonderful

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

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