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, December 9, 2017

Hearts or Stones

While God waits for the temple to be built out of love
We bring stones
              Rabindranath Tagore (slightly adapted)

The American “church” measures success by butts in the pew
The size of budgets
The extravagance of the pastor’s mansion

We build massive auditoriums and load them
With the latest technology
And have praise band sing
Amidst lights and smoke

We support sexual predators for President
And sexual predators for Congress

We shame the poor
Enrich the rich

We rob from the vulnerable
And give to the bloated

We judge
And hate
And exclude

And we weigh the world down
With stone

We worship money
And advocate violence

And then we wonder
Why the same sacred seems strangely missing

Thank God for little churches
Hiding in small towns
Where success is measured in casseroles
And in hugs
Where people are accepted just as they are
(and we know who and what they are)

Where love and forgiveness are a way of life.
and the aged and faithful few
wield more spiritual power
than can be sought

there is only one building material
in the Kingdom of God


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