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

Sunday, January 13, 2019

the heart of God

"Love flourishes
in the heart
which glows
the Name of God.

The Love of God
is the fragrance
that even
a thousand wrappings
cannot hold.

Or like a river
that cannot be stopped
in its course.

My friend is in me,
in my Friend
am I
there is no
separation between us. "
 Sultan Bahoo

Those of us who claim the name Christian
Talk a lot about love
We talk a lot about communion too

We call each other “brother” and “sister”

“How lovely” we say, “is this love between us”

But we haven’t got a clue

We just can’t seem to grab the fact that this Force, this Presence
This Love that unites is not safe or casual

What flows from the heart of God is indeed
Like a river that cannot be stopped in its course
It flows to us, through us out of us
Connecting to one another
Carrying us along, helpless
Unable to escape

It is radical and fierce
And if it is not

It is not

We should glow with the presence of God
What we have should be something
That cannot be contained

It should be something the drives us into the world to serve
And it should be something that draws us
Each one of
Into that divine circle dance
That perichoresis

Where distinctions remain
But distinctions blur and disappear
Into a radical unity

Where I am you and you are me
And there is only we

And God is glorified

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