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, October 8, 2019

Thoughts while wandering in the South

In the heartland
the not so south south
where bourbon and racehorses reign

it is a sultry even for a walk down to the “mothership”
the headquarters of the PCUSA (Presbyterian Church)

the sidewalks are littered with renta-scooters
and littered with people

we have name for them
these people with a hand out
and a story

but honestly
the names don’t fit
they are demeaning
and deny the humanity of these precious souls

children of God
children of God
children of God

she has a story
as tears stream down her check
about too many people wandnering in an out of where she lives
and having her hair cut as she sleeps
of asking a nurse in the ER to hold her “stuff”
why she goes out for smoke
only to find it gone on her return

“I can’t get across the bridge”
“I don’t know what is going on”

He is fresh out of the penitentiary
Tall and cheerful
Riding a scooter he would love whatever I can give

He is white, with scraggly hair
“Hey boyo, how about some helping”

They are everywhere

And I am just a country boy
Fresh off the plane

Perhaps it was the gospel lesson for this week
“take up your cross”

Perhaps it was my pontificating to the congregation I serve
Let your “me” become “we”

But I empty my wallet
A dollar here, five there

Until it is gone

The stories ring true
Don’t ring true
They are cogent and scattered
Logical and fanciful

It doesn’t matter

These are people
and one cannot look them in the eye
and listen
and leave

do it to the least of these
Jesus said

Perhaps it is fitting that the national church
Sit on the edge of a river
(think waters of baptism
 Spring of living water)

Perhaps it is more fitting that
It squats amidst this sea of people

Hurting, numb
Alone, not alone
Truthful, not truthful
Black, white


Children of God

When we do it to the least
We do it to Jesus

Did I get “taken”
Do I care?
Absolutely not

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