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

Tuesday, June 11, 2019

the Holy Ghost broods

In the Divine Spirit—God within us, already promised, often with different words, by the Hebrew prophets, as in Jeremiah 31:31-34 and Isaiah 11:2—God takes on an indwelling character. The unnamable I AM becomes writ large on our hearts, revealing the “down and in” divine characteristic present since the beginning of time. Let’s call the Holy Spirit Implanted Hope.

Without God as Holy Spirit, there’s no inner momentum, élan vital, or aliveness to heal our wounds. When the Spirit is alive in people, they wake up from their mechanical thinking and enter the realm of co-creative power. As in Ezekiel’s vision, the water flows from ankles to knees to waist to neck as the New Earth is hydrated. (See Ezekiel 47:1-12.) Like Pinocchio, we move from wooden to real. We transform from hurt people hurting other people to wounded healers healing others. Not just as individuals but as shapers of history that keeps moving forward through the Spirit’s power…The Indwelling Spirit is this ability of humanity to keep going, to keep recovering from its wounds, to keep hoping.
                                                                        Richard Rohr, Daily Blog, May 18, 2019

We get worn down
From the outside in

All the things that assail us
The hate and greed
The lies, the corruption
The Racism, the oppression and minimization
The faltering planet

All those thing erode us
Slowly wearing away at our hope
Our joy
Our ability to have empathy

We walk around too tired
Too wounded
Too fragile

To reach out to those around us
It is simply too hard to see the pain
The anxiety
The fear

And so we encapsulate
We hide

In our work
In our words
Even in our ideologies and causes

We function, but there is something missing

But God

This One is not only around us
Is not only near us
But is in us

Call it Sacred Presence
Call it divine DNA
Call it the Holy Spirit

God has given us, as Sacred Children
Implanted hope

God has given us
The advocate
The guide
The counselor

And if we are awake to its present
If we are willing to give it room to work
It rebuilds us
From the inside out

I have my moments
When I want to quit
When I am too tired to care
When all seems futile

I have my moments
but then the Spirit
roars like fire
rages like a hurricane

it roils through my soul
cleansing, renewing

and then I start again
and again
and again


It does not matter how dried out I get
The moment I connect (like a vine to the branches)
To the Spirit

I am renewed

Gerard Manley Hopkins had it right…
“There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.”

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