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, January 7, 2019
beloved child
Shane Claiborne talks about a talk he once had with an old
hippie friend who, he says “loves Jesus and smokes a lot of weed”. He and the friends often end up in friendly
debates about faith and the Bible. One
day he said to Shane, “Jesus never talked to a prostitute”. Shane immediately went on the offensive. “Sure he did” and got ready to spar. But then his friend looked him in the eye and
said “Listen, Jesus never talked to a prostitute because he didn’t see a
prostitute. He just saw a child of God he
was madly in love with.”
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Ah child of God
Battered and beaten
Ah child of God
Confused and lost
Ah child of God
Fear full and anxious
Ah child of God
one seen
by the eyes of love
the eyes of the sacred
the eyes of
God
seen as that beautiful
wrinkly wonderful
newborn
who
ah
has five toes
and five fingers
and yes, its father’s nose
and mother’s smile
that perfect child
of promise
of The Promise
who is
deeply
madly
loved
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