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

Monday, May 28, 2018


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“Not every story has a happy ending, ... but the discoveries of science, the teachings of the heart, and the revelations of the soul all assure us that no human being is ever beyond redemption. The possibility of renewal exists so long as life exists. How to support that possibility in others and in ourselves is the ultimate question.”
                                                          Gabor Maté, In the Realm of Hungry Ghosts

Do I believe it

That no human being is ever beyond redemption
Do I believe it about Trump?
Do I believe it about you?
Do I believe it about me?

It is an important question

For in that answer is the genesis
of who we see others
feel about others
talk about others
treat others

Do we believe that every person is sacred
That each person carries divine DNA

Do we trust that this divine element
Woven into the fabric of each of us
Change the whole
As small as this element may be?

Jesus said yes
The tiny bit of yeast can affect the dough
Just a tiny bit of sacred, and determine who we are

So here is the larger question
The ultimate question
How do we support that possibility in others and in ourselves?

One wise sage once suggested that we must create a “free and friendly space” (Nouwen)
which gives others the freedom to cast off the alien self, created by the world
and become ourselves

that sacred child
How do I do that?

The simple answer is love
But what does love look like?

Perhaps at a profound level it is a matter of giving someone the sense
That there is someone there
Someone for them
Someone who cares

Perhaps, as Rogers once suggested
It is a matter of unconditional positive regard
An offering of worth
That gives the other hope

It stretches my imagination to believe
That this might truly help the most damaged among us
Especially the successful and powerful who are damaged
For with power and wealth their dysfunctional efforts to prove their worth
Are so intrusive
And powerful
And persistent

But what is our option?
We have tried hate
We have tried reward
We have tried punishment and resistance

Why not regard?

I know I do not have this regard in me
I know it will have to borrow it from the Sacred
But perhaps now is the time

In spite of the fact that there may not be a happy ending

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