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.
Sunday, July 14, 2019
transform the whole
Tribalism is really a form of egoism.
It's all about my people, my religion, me, me, me.
Marty Rubin
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I keep thinking about those disciples of Jesus
All huddled together “in one place”
I don’t know what they were talking about
I don’t know what they were doing
But what is clear is that they had separated themselves
from “others”
I suspect they shared their common stories
I suspect they broke bread, and drank wine
I suspect they enjoyed the comfort of being part of the
“inner circle”
Those who had been with Jesus
Those who had “gotten it”
And I suspect they would have sat there
In that one place
A closed circle
The Jesus Tribe
Forever
But then the Sacred came
Rushing and roaring like a might wind
Burning like a fire
Then the Spirit came
And singed their butts
And blew them out the door
Tumbling them into the streets
Into the midst of the crowds
Tossing them like a human salad
Mixing them in with the dregs of humanity
With saints and sinners
With people brown and people black
And maybe even people white
Mixing them in with
Parthians, Medes and Elamites;
Residents of Mesopotamia, Judea and Cappadocia, Pontus
and Asia,[b] 10
Souls from Phrygia and Pamphylia, Egypt and Libya
Strangers from Rome and Crete
Even Arabs
And in the power of the Love
Connecting them
Giving them tongues to speak
And (more importantly) ears to hear
It seems that the Spirit does not like closed circles
And does not like walls and barriers
And does not tolerate division
The Spirit does not allow us to play it safe
Or stand aloof
Arrogant observers, keepers of “the secrets”
The Spirit breaks us open
Spills us out
With the unfiltered enthusiasm
of the one who has had too much wine
gushing, babbling
awkwardly familiar
and before we know it
we are welcoming
accepting
forgiving
sharing
praising
but mostly we are mixed in
Sacred Yeast
Empowered not to add to our tribe
Not to stand apart
Not to “lord it over”
Not to control
But to touch the whole
To touch the whole world
To touch all people
To transform the “whole”
With love
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