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.
Thursday, December 28, 2017
this demented inn
“Into this world, this demented inn
in which there is absolutely no room for him at all,
Christ comes uninvited.”
Thomas
Merton
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There is so little room
For Jesus in this world
It is so crowded with noise
Coming from everywhere
Confusing
Contradictory
False
Scary
It is so twisted and tortured
By hate and fear
We can be a demented race, we humans
So unable to grab hold of our divine image
so challenged by the very idea
of love
yet into this place
into the ooze and slime and old decay
Christ advents
Insistent
Demanding
intrusve
Bringing only himself
Which is enough
Bringing only himself
Unconditional love
Revealing his way to a recalcitrant world
Coming in love
Living love
Dying love
Rising love
And saying gently
Now
You
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