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

Thursday, March 29, 2018

No spectators allowed

Don't just learn, experience.
Don't just read, absorb.
Don't just change, transform.
Don't just relate, advocate.
Don't just promise, prove.
Don't just criticize, encourage.
Don't just think, ponder.
Don't just take, give.
Don't just see, feel.
Don’t just dream, do.
Don't just hear, listen.
Don't just talk, act.
Don't just tell, show.
Don't just exist, live.”
              Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart

It is easy to go through life, just going through the motions
Being a human doing, and not a human being

We often are the “hit and run drivers” of the universe
Careening throughout day
Without engaging

We are not touched
By the sky
The sunrise
By the person in front of us

We are observers of life
A half a step outside
The world

If we want to transform the world
(I certainly do)
We cannot be spectators

Yes, life is messy
Situations and relationships
Are messy

But I suspect that just as the Sacred is woven into the mess
(think incarnation if you will)
We are to be participate in the mess

We cannot run away from our garbage
We cannot run away from other people's junk.
People are dealing with pain, hurt, and difficulty all around us.

We cannot touch this pain from a distance
We cannot love from a distance.

We must get our hands
And our hearts

And listen, even when it’s hard
See, when we don’t want to
Feel, even when it hurts

There is love
To be done

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