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.
Monday, October 15, 2018
In the morning when I rise
Grace isn't about God creating humans and flawed beings and
then acting all hurt when we inevitably fail and then stepping in like the hero
to grant us grace - like saying, "Oh, it's OK, I'll be the good guy and
forgive you." It's God saying, "I love the world too much to let your
sin define you and be the final word. I am a God who makes all things new.”
Nadia Bolz-Weber, Pastrix: The Cranky,
Beautiful Faith of a Sinner & Saint
__________________________
In the morning
when I rise
In the morning
when I rise
In the morning
when I rise
give me
Jesus (African American Spiritual)
each morning when
we rise
we have two
choices
we can be defined
by the world
or we can be
defined by the Sacred
in the world we
are defined by
money and power
possessions and influence
in the world we
are defined
by labels and
titles
with the Sacred
we are defined by love
we are defined by
One who makes all things news
Sometimes it
doesn’t feel that way
for in our own
weird way we have Secularized the Sacred
giving God
attributes which are ungodly
making God a
judging retributive being who counts our
ills, and holds
them against us
who controls us,
manipulates us with fear
and threats of
eternal damnation
who demands
performance, or else
turn or burn
but in reality
God is love
God is a parent
in whose eyes
We are wonderful
and beautiful
Albeit a bit
flawed, and perhaps a touch naughty and willful
But God persists
in love
Persists in
forgiveness and generosity
In the morning
when I rise
I do not,
therefore
Want to embrace
the world
With its hate and
greed
With its demands
for performance
In the morning
when I rise
I want Jesus
I want grace
I want love
I want it all
So that secure
and loved
I can walk
through my day
As a Sacred child
Open, vulnerable
Giving, forgiving
Caring and yes
Loving
It’s a much
better way to live!
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