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, November 15, 2018

Broken Open, Poured Out

Christ on the cross
broken open
poured out

a good gift

identifying with the lost
the alienated from God
the sinner
the hopeless

broken open
poured out

it is always a gift
when people offer
that kind of love


it is not a love that seeks fairness
for life isn't fair
and love


certainly love is not fair

we love,
only to have love not returned,
we give, and there is not even a "thanks"

fairness is not in the equation
for the Christian

those lazy welfare people
those people afflicted by addiction
those immigrants
those greedy and hateful souls

those people

it is not fair that people
who work hard
who are responsible
have to provide the vulnerable with what they need to survive
and yet

and yet
what are taxes
compared to the cross?
why in the name of Christ
are some so Christless?

It is not fair that those who are racist
Who lie and abuse prosper
And we, we are asked to forgive them
Even they know what they do…

But what is our forgiveness next to the forgiveness
That flowed down like the blood from the crown of thorns
To those gathered at the foot of the cross
Faithless disciples
Grieving mother
Brutal soldiers

not deserved?
not even part of the equation for those of us
who at the foot of the cross
the good gift

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