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

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

Dry souls

For what is life but reaching for an answer?
And what is death but a refusal to grow
                                    Mary Oliver, “Magellan”
New and Selected Poem Vol 1 p238

God is a God of new things
Always, always, things are changing, growing emerging
New pathways
New understandings
New directions
New rules

It’s the way God rolls

Out of God’s imagination the world was born
The expression of all things Sacred
Something new, amazing, creative

And the world is constantly being reborn
And is constantly being reborn
As are we

Each moment the Sacred offers us something new

All we have to do is say yes
As Abraham said “yes”
And Moses
And Samuel, Saul, David

As the disciples said “yes’
Yes to what is new, and emerging

But we cannot grab hold of the new
While hanging desperately on to the old

It is fear, perhaps that keeps us fused to the comfortable
To those old patterns of seeing and believing

It is that deep desire we have for safety
For comfort, that stops our questioning
And stops our questing
That closes us off
From God’s new thing

But God is not safe
And neither is God’s way
And our refusal to let God take us to new places
Our refusal to ask the tough questions

Is surely a kind of death
We hide behind formulas and platitudes

And slowly die to growth
Die to openness
Die to generosity, and acceptance

But above all we die to love

We die to the ability to see the other with God’s eyes
To feel for others with God’s heart
To find in them Sacred Presence

We lose the ability to sit with others
In their pain
And in their questions

We spout judgements and answers
Formulas and certitudes

And in the end
Our souls
Wither and dry up

So lets hear it for the questions
And the uncertainties
Let’s celebrate what we don’t know
And the fact that our God is simply to big
To be put in a box

And walk that unknown path
With our partially known God

Always seeking
Always growing

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