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, February 2, 2020
love will remain
“We are only just beginning to understand the power of love
because we are just beginning to understand the weakness of force and
aggression.”
― B.F.
Skinner, Walden Two
“I'm the caring type also. I care aggressively. That's
just who I am.”
―
Salman Rushdie, Quichotte
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What it about the lust for power?
What is behind this need to have power “over” others,
And why this need to use that power,
Often abusively?
This is the question that lingers in my head
as I watch camouflaged mostly white mostly men
parade through the streets
posturing
with one intent
to intimidate
to bully
that is the question
as I listen to right wing church leaders
back evil
as I watch those who claim to follow
the way the truth and the life
back a person who lies
support the minimization of women
exclude LGBTQI people
cheer the incarceration of vulnerable immigrants
This is the question
As I watch my country
Attempt to bully the world
Siding with other abusive nations
Why do husbands, sometimes wives
Parents
Teachers
Bosses
Police
Soldiers
Politicians
Abuse power?
Perhaps it is hardwired into our nature
With Adam and Even
Who had it all
Wanting more
Wanting to “be like God”
a wish for power
Perhaps it is something pathological
Something alien to our nature as
Sacred Children
Something found in all
A hint
But found in some
A drive a hunger
That defines
And shapes
Becomes a gun packed
A fist curled
A harsh word spoken
Violence
Perhaps it is
As some suggest fear
Those swaggering camo clad
Gun carrying
Slogan shouting
White power symbol toting
Facades hiding
Fear
That they are losing
That they are less
That they are not superior after all
As if equality were not enough
And yet there are different kinds of power
Power over
Is not the only option
There is aggressive compassion
Aggressive kindness
Aggressive love
Paul once reminded the early followers
“Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit.
Rather, in humility value others above yourselves..” (Phil 2:3)
Asking those who would walk in the steps of Jesus,
To truly walk in the steps of Jesus
“who, though he was in the form of God,
did not regard
equality with God
as something to
be exploited,
but emptied himself,
taking the form
of a slave,
being born in
human likeness.
And being found in human form,
he humbled
himself
and became
obedient to the point of death—
even death on a
cross.” (Phil. 2:6-8)
the bottom line is this
straight from God’s heart
those aggressive ones
who use force
to create fear
to dominate and control
to minimize and subdue
do not show their strength
they simply show how frail they really are
strength is not to be found on the streets of Richmond,
Virginia
Or in the White House
Or in the US Senate
Or in drones
Strength and power are to be found
In the woman who sits by the bed of her dying friend
In the sons who also sit
Holding their mothers hand
True power is held by
The one who is strong enough to listen
Strong enough to give
Strong enough to forgive
Strong enough to lift the other up
Strong enough to be vulnerable
And love
It is an odd kind of power
A cross kind of power
But in the end
When dictators and their kingdoms
Have fallen
The kingdom of love
Will remain
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