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, 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)
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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
imagined
there is only one building material
in the Kingdom of God
love
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