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, June 20, 2021

little old people

Where did that boy go

who with the crew cut and goofy glasses

looked out on the world so long ago?


where did that person go

who dreamed big dreams

and thought he could be anything he wanted


and that life would be easy


who thought that the good people won

and that evil was defeated



where did that one go who

so easily accepted the version of God

so blithely presented by his church?


how did it all get so complicated

and tortured?


it has not been a bad life

it has not been an easy life either (although to some it may look to be so)

I have my issues, my flaws


at times it feels as if my weaknesses cancel out my strengths

my mistakes invalidate my accomplishments


I am not who I thought I was

looking out so long ago

the world is not what I thought it was

God is not who I thought God was


and it is OK


I was thinking about the church year

Advent and Christmas, and those high holy days

of white


baby Jesus, the manger, magicians and stars


of Lent with is purple solemnity,

and Eastertide

with those huge pivotal moments

Palm Sunday, Maundy Thursday, Good Friday

the vigil

Easter (white again)


And of Pentecost

our bright day of fiery red


those moments capture the imagination

and fire up our hearts

but now we are in “ordinary” time

almost half a year of unrelenting green

with no moments of high celebration


just the ordinary

the plodding along

tending the garden, pulling weeds

doing the mundane



and I realize this is where life is

in the ordinary

this is where faith lives

in the ordinary

this is where Sacred dwells

in the ordinary


in the flawed and cracked adult

who no longer bright visage

and with eyes no longer quite as bright

who plods through each day


living out the Imago Dei

as best he can

knowing that even in this

messy, ordinary, daily existence


God is


and that there is a reason

even if I do not know what it is

for getting up in the morning

and welcoming another day

another week


it does no good to look back

at the good or the bad


no one who puts his or her hand to the plow

and looks back get anywhere


and so this morning

it is time to be again

that young soul

looking expectantly at the world

eager for what life will bring


Jesus once said, the kingdom belongs to the children

I suspect God wants us to be like children

those in whom the image has not been dulled


God want us to be eternal children

twisted, battered, grey, aching young ones

perhaps those with a long road behind

and a short road ahead


but still children

in whom, when God looks at them

God can still recognize God’s self in them




Alleluia, Alleluia!  Open, all of you little old people!

It is I your God, eternal, risen from the dead, coming to

Bring back to life the child in you.

                     Michel Quoist (Prayers)

Thursday, June 17, 2021

A matter of heart

If your heart is a volcano

How shall you expect flowers to bloom in your hands?

                     Kahlil Gibran, Sand and Foam



what is going on

down there

in our deepest self

in that place that defines who we are?


call it your soul

your heart


it does not matter


we all have that deep place

that is our true self


and it is this self

that gets revealed at the most inopportune times

it is this self that suddenly emerges when we are stressed

when life is difficult

when we are tired

or hangry


no matter how skilled we are at creating masks

and creating a dissembling narrative

no matter how adept we are at avoiding the truth


whatever it is that is going on in that deep place

will out


as Jesus warned us

by our fruits we shall be known


if we want to know what is really going on


down deep

all we have to do is look at what our lives produce


because eventually, the truth will out


it matter not if we are talking about nations

or political parties

or Presidents

or just individual people


eventually the “heart” will reveal itself


when we look at our own “fruits”

what do we see?








do we see people built up

or people torn down?


do we see generosity

or a tendency to amass?


do we see kindness

or do we see cruelty?


are we surrounded by joy

or by despair?


as I walk into this new day

the early morning lit by God’s glory

my prayer must be this


“create in me a clean heart O Lord”

for it is from the heart that I live

Wednesday, June 16, 2021

Help him

Help him

that’s what faith is

he can’t bring it about

his kingdom

couldn’t then couldn’t later can’t now

not at any rate without you

and that is his irresistible appeal

                     Dorothee Soelle



what’s the end of the Jesus story?

him hanging there on the cross, dead?

him lying in a tomb?

him resurrected?


descending ascending


it has been a lot of years

where is that kingdom?


it seems we are no closer now than we were then

to the City of God


perhaps God made a mistake

to choose the work the God did

by sending One who asked us to follow

not merely idolize


perhaps God miscalculated

by being a God within us rather than a God from above

by making us the hands and feet of justice

the voice of compassion and love


at the end of the story

Jesus left

and left us behind

filled with fire and wind


to carry on his revolution


at the end of the story

Jesus “rises again and again in our lives” (DS)


as Christ lives in us and through us

empowering us to feed the hungry

create equity

fight for justice

create peace

love without condition


it is up to us

how this story ends

what this world becomes


the City of God

or Gehenna

Tuesday, June 15, 2021

newly minted

I am weary but at least now, I know I am becoming

newly minted

amidst the fire


                     Jyl Anais Ion



I cannot watch the news any more

it is too painful

to watch the foolishness of those

who would catch the wind


by grabbing hold of power

by amassing the wealth


I cannot read even the well written

words of legitimate reports

rare among the garbage and flotsam of extremism


for the insanity of our time

is oppressive


who ever said

“the one thing we learn from history

 is that we do not learn from history”

was right


some mornings it is all one can do

to drag an aging body out of bed

when everything hurts

and what doesn’t hurt doesn’t work


it is the year of the cicadas

it feels more like a plague of locusts has come

as malignant souls

seek to dominate and control and

leave us with a world plucked clean of kindness and compassion

justice and equity


I sit, looking out at the beauty of a place

not yet pillaged

and hear the words of Micah echo is my heart


“Woe to those who scheme iniquity, who work out evil on their beds!

when morning comes, they do it, for it is in the power of their hands”


and I become weary


and yet

and yet

and yet


like the Psalmist who laments

only to rejoice

who despairs only to hope


the stirrings of the Spirit remind me

that the Power that created all

and sustains it with love


is a Power that makes all things new

that in every ending is a beginning

in every death a new birth


in the end every tyrant falls

the way of domination fails

and love wins


for I am (and so are you) a Sacred Children

I have Sacred DNA

I have the powerful presence of Love within


And even if I am weary

I know, that I am becoming

newly minted

amidst the fire




Saturday, June 12, 2021

Bridging the Gap

Incarnation is the overcoming of the gap between God and everything visible and concrete. It is the synthesis of matter and spirit. Without incarnation, God remains separate from us and from creation. Because of incarnation, we can say, “God is with us!” In fact, God is in us, and in everything else that God created. We all have the divine DNA.

                     Richard Rohr, Daily Meditations, 6/6/2021



I can’t help it

It is a reality that I cannot escape


Even though it is difficult to define it

label it

capture it


there is something that permeates everything

something creative


and yes, loving


a power that brings into being

that sustains



and comforts


this very real power

this presence

is something I want to be connected to

it is something I want to participate in


because whatever it is that is “out there”

is also “in me”

I am irresistibly drawn


But while it is so real

as real as the sunrise, or the sunset

as real as Mount Joseph, looming over my home

as real as my heart beating

and my breath, moving in, moving out


it is also so vague


hooray for incarnation

for that is what this power does

call it God, call it whatever you will


it is the nature of this reality to incarnate

to put on flesh

the universe, this planet

the wind, the sun, the moon and the stars


all incarnations


so too Jesus

so too you and me


and here is the thing

whatever you call this power, we know its nature



all the incarnations make this perfectly clear


which teaches us something

the incarnation is always love

love is always incarnational


I love the story of Jesus

not just the story of the mewling baby, pink and raw lying in a manger

not just the story of Jesus

who instead of watching the sinners get dunked from the safety of the shore

jumped into the dirty waters of the Jordan and joined in,

but the story of Jesus, refusing to answer hate with hate

violence with violence

and saying




on the cross

(you can’t get anymore “all in” than that)


Love is incarnational

if we would be people of love

continuing the incarnation of love


we have to dive in

get wet

go in over our heads


we have to get out there

and get our hands dirty

helping those who need help

feeding the hungry, clothing the naked

housing the homeless, protecting the vulnerable

welcoming the stranger

fighting for justice


giving all we have

time, energy, money, all


If we want to understand God, if we want others to catch

a glimpse of who God is, what God is really all about

we have to be the incarnation



get it?


Christ came singing love

Christ lived singing love

Christ died singing love

If the song is to go on, we must do the singing

(Words used by New Freedom Singers, Whitman College, 1970’s, original source unknown to me)

Wednesday, June 9, 2021

through the cracks of the old

God is doing new things, Jesus proclaimed, but only those with new minds and hearts can see a new world breaking through the cracks of the old.

                     Ilia Delio, The Hours of the Universe



here I am

dangling over the precipice of the new

hanging on for dear life


oh Lord

you are calling me to let go

to open my mind, my heart, my soul

you are calling me to let go


and to plummet

into that fearful newness

to die as it were


so that I might be born again


I am a creature of habit Lord

I like what is familiar and comfortable

I cling to old thoughts

old habits

old systems


I cannot see

I do not want to see

Where things are broken


I do not want to examine closely the foundations

of my society

my life

and see where things are rotten


instead I cling

I patch over the cracks

I ignore the rot


And I cling

Perpetuating not just that which is good and noble

but that which is destructive and life-denying


I ignore my privilege

my bias

my greed

my anger


I ignore systematic racism

and injustice


I celebrate inequity


Still I cling to the old

Still I pretend that it is “not that bad”

That with a little effort I can, we can, patch things up

Hold things together


But you know better

You know how desperately we need to let go

To die to the old

To fall into your grace


So that we might rise

And begin again


You know how radical the change


Needs to be

You know that a minor facelift simply won’t do


So help me to let go


and to plummet

into your fearful newness

to die as it were


so that I might be born again

so that I might rise


help me accept (as Richard Rohr puts it)

the unraveling, breaking, and cracking


that I might be the part of a movement

that helps the whole world rise up

and ushers in

the Kingdom of Love (God)

Tuesday, June 8, 2021

nurture my unbelief

Doubt need not be the death of faith. It can be, instead, the birth of a new kind of faith, a faith beyond beliefs, a faith that expresses itself in love, a deepening and expanding faith that can save your life and save the world.


          Brian D. McLaren, Faith after Doubt: Why Your Beliefs Stopped Working

          and What to Do about It (St. Martins: 2021), 212 (As quoted by R Rohr)



I believe

Help my unbelief


Nurture my unbelief!


It suddenly struck me today that certainty can be the enemy of faith

If I have to know everything

If I have to possess all the little details

If I have to understand how it all works,


before I will believe in a product,

I wouldn’t buy much


If I had to have perfect knowledge in a person,

if I had to know them inside and out, and reach the point

where there was nothing new to be learned

no surprises to be had

before I would accept that person as a friend


I wouldn’t have many friends


If I have to know everything about God

How God thinks

Who, exactly, God is

All of the ins and outs of the Sacred

The way God works


If I have to have God all wrapped up in a

nicely wrapped ideological or theological box


If I have to be certain

And know that I know (and perhaps that you do not)




As if I can ever know God!

So if I try to contain God (which is somewhat like trying to catch the wind)

I of necessity make God small

at least small enough for my feeble mind to contain


If I try to define God

I limit God to the limits of my own imagination


That is bad enough


But what is really problematic

Is that my need to have total understanding,

Is also a need to have total control

Is also, fundamentally, a lack of trust


It violates the fact that we don’t know God (the devil is in the details)

As much as we experience God


We don’t believe in a set of theological constructs

As much as we commune with a powerful presence

That touches us and changes us


Knowing God is, to a great degree, about learning to be comfortable

About our unknowing


We know God, at an experiential level

While still failing to understand so much ABOUT God


But it works

Because we while we may not know

And there may be times we do know believe some of what we thought we knew

And times when we run across things we just can’t believe


we trust this reality

this Love

this One

we call God


and our ability

to have faith in this one

in the midst of doubts

in the midst of things that don’t make sense

in the midst of massive confusion

in the midst of all the pain and chaos of the world


that is what frees us

that is what opens our hearts


the less we have to hold on tightly

to deeply held beliefs

the more open we are to the infinite nature of God

to new lessons and new truths

to other people

to the immensity of God’s love


I do believe

but sometimes it is good and wonderful

the way God comes to me in my unbelief

Monday, June 7, 2021

Time to show up

Ken Wilbur (as quoted by Richard Rohr), talks about four stages of spiritual and moral development.


Cleaning up is mostly about the need for early impulse control and creating necessary ego boundaries—so you can actually show up in the real and much bigger world.


Growing up refers to the process of psychological and emotional maturity that persons commonly undergo, both personally and culturally


Waking Up refers to any spiritual experience which overcomes our experience of the self as separate from Being in general… The purpose of waking up is not personal or private perfection, but surrender, love, and union with God. This is the Christian meaning of salvation or enlightenment.


Showing Up means bringing our heart and mind into the actual suffering and problems of the world


As I reflect on this it occurs to me that most of American Christianity is stuck in the cleaning up stage of development, meaning it is stuck in spiritual infancy.


Faith is primarily a matter of “behaving”.  Of believing the right things, saying the right things, and doing the right things.  Sadly in too many cases the “right things” are more a matter of right-wing social and cultural norms, than they are about the Bible.  Even the grim and cruel concept of retributive justice emerges more out of a culture of domination than out of the Gospel itself.



Turn or Burn


And so faith is not an encounter with something bigger than one’s self, not an experience of being loved, not a matter of union with Love, but a matter of following rules, voting for the right person, earning safety from God’s wrath.  And it should be no wonder that those whose lives are all about living under the authority of a malevolent God choose an authoritarian ideology.  Where might makes right, and obedience and loyalty to the “great leader” or to “the party” are everything.  Where reality is shaped and controlled by those who speak for “god” or “the party” or by a totalitarian leader.  Questions are not allowed.  Truth does not matter.  Only the approved narrative, the alternative reality


This kind of faith is powerful, in its own way, and persistent.  It is a faith that makes us dependent in an unhealthy manner.  It is a faith that controls with promises of power and affluence, or abandonment and destruction.


Leave and perish

Question and perish


There is of course a element of this necessary in faith.  We do in fact need to “come to our senses”, like the prodigal child, and realize that perhaps the mess we are in is not the only option.  That hate, and racism, abusive power, guns, violence are not things we have wallow in.


But this is a starting point!  It is a matter of getting up, out of the mud and corn cobs, and offal, dusting ourselves off, straightening our clothes, and starting the long journey home.


This is how we start growing up.  Developing a faith that is our own.  Developing relationships that are built on love, trust, and truth.  Knowing that we are an individual within a community.  Developing the capacity to think, and question, and seek the truth.  Moving out of the “bubble” created by others into the world as it is.


And then we wake up.  We wake up to Sacred, to love.  We encounter, we experience the Sacred.  Not as a concept, not as a book, not as a set of rules, not as a religion, but as a powerful reality that comes as wind and fire.  That overwhelms us, and shakes us, and leaves us utterly transformed.  And utterly in Love.  Once we were blind but now we see.


And then we show up.  We live love.  We don’t pretend the world is different than it is.  We don’t create our own reality.  We don’t try to force the world into our mold.  We don’t let the world force us into its mold.  We show up, seeing the world as it really is, with all its beauty and ugliness, with all is hate and love, with all its despair and hope, and we live lives of love, and generosity, and compassion, and forgiveness and truth.


We heal the sick (and fight for healthcare)

We clothe the naked

We feed the hungry

We house the homeless

We welcome the stranger

We fight for justice

We insist on truth

We embody, as best we can



Today it is my prayer that I “show up” for love

I hope you will join me

Sunday, June 6, 2021

see love

Sometimes, in this troubled world of ours, we forget that love is all around us. We imagine the worst of other people and withdraw into our own shells. But try this simple test: Stand still in any crowded place and watch the people around you. Within a very short time, you will begin to see love, and you will see it over and over and over. A young mother talking to her child, a couple laughing together as they walk by, an older man holding the door for a stranger—small signs of love are everywhere. The more you look, the more you will see. Love is literally everywhere. We are surrounded by love.


Steven Charleston, Ladder to the Light:

An Indigenous Elder’s Meditations on Hope and Courage (Broadleaf: 2021), 60–61, 67.



Sometimes it is hard to believe in the arc of love

Sometimes it is difficult to say


and mean it


All around us we see people doing awful things

Believing lies

Doubling down on guns and violence

Choosing the way of abusive power and domination

Marginalizing and minimizing other

Destroying justice

Enriching the rich, abandoning the poor


All around us we see anger, and despair

We see angry people with guns kill without reason

We see people, despairing, take their own lives

We see wars and hear rumors of wars


This wounds our souls

we are pierced through by the hate, the racism, the greed


and we cannot heal from these wounds

we cannot keep going in love

we cannot keep the flickering light of the Spirit burning


unless we believe that in the end

God get’s God’s way

In the end

Love wins


As I look at my country

And watch it unravel and spin

into authoritarianism and nationalism


when it feels so much

as if evil is winning


the only way I can keep going

keep preaching the good news

keep giving

keep serving

keep forgiving

keep loving


is if I believe that Love will win

that it WILL win

even if not in my life time


if I believe Love wins,

even if the path to the ascendance of love

is through the valley of destruction and death


Jesus is my model

that one who entered Jerusalem

knowing that from a short view

he was going to fail


knowing that his flash of popularity

would disappear,

and he would be rejected, even reviled,

knowing that he would be betrayed,

knowing the torturous path to the cross


but still stayed the course of love

because he also knew that in end

love would win

even if that win would come on the other side of death


so this day, l remember

good people and good works

I remember sacrifices made


this day I chose to look around me

and see love

in all the small places


and I will have hope

and I will keep loving

and I will keep moving toward the kingdom


left foot

right foot

left foot



Thursday, June 3, 2021

hungry ghosts

only this

that I may never hunger

for that

which is not

your bread

                     Jan Richardson, In Wisdom’s Path (Wanton Gospeller Press)



I live in dread

Oh one who came as love

to remove all fear


I live in dread of the hungry

ghosts who would gnaw at the bones of freedom

and rip and tear the flesh of unity


hungry, brutal people

intent only on satisfying their lust for power


why can they not see?

why do they no understand?

that in their machinations lie not victory

but ultimate defeat?


perhaps it is as simple as this

they hunger for that which is not bread


ah Jesus

you knew the power of those things that do not satisfy

you were tempted by them too

there in the wilderness


tempted to grab for power

and domination

tempted to hug to yourself

all the riches of the world


but you chose the true bread

of sacrifice and service

of compassion and generosity

of Love


so you implored us

to join you at the table

to gather, united, to eat of the bread that fills

to drink from the cup that satisfies


to be people who see not domination, power and control

but to be people who seek to serve, to lift up, to heal, to welcome


you told us how to be blessed (Matthew 5)

“hunger and thirst for righteousness,” you said

For then you will be filled.


you asked the hard question

“what good will it be for someone to gain the whole world,

yet forfeit their soul?”


but here we are

tearing apart the fabric of our world, our nation

our communities

for just a little more power

a little more wealth


never satisfied



in the midst of it all

even as we strive and strive and strive

for more

even as we suppress and oppress

marginalize and minimize

and dehumanize


the voice of God sounds clear


“Ho, everyone who thirsts, come to the waters;

and you that have no money, come, buy and eat!

Come, buy wine and milk without money and without price.

Why do you spend your money for that which is not bread,

and your labor for that which does not satisfy?

Listen carefully to me, and eat what is good, and delight yourselves in rich food.

Incline your ear, and come to me; listen, so that you may live.”


Wednesday, June 2, 2021

Time to be radical

In the Bible we see a “…clash between a radical and normal vision for the future of human life on earth.  The radicality of nonviolent resistance versus of normalcy of violent oppression, and the radicality of peace through distributive justice versus the normalcy of peace through victorious force…”


… the challenge to our species is clear.  Governed not by chemical instinct but my moral conscience, , can we control escalatory violence before it destroys us?  Can we abandon violence as civilization’s drug of choice?

                     John Dominic Crossan (How to read the Bible and Still Be a Christian)



ah Jesus,

humble and gentle one


ah Jesus

who, while capable of domination and violence

chose the way of service and peace


you gave us one commandment


Love the Lord your God

Love, with all your heart, soul and strength


and you suggested that this one love

should lead to other love


that we should love ourselves

as children of Love

and love others as ourselves


this is the radicality of your Gospel Lord

this love


this is the one thing

you ask us to do

think love

breathe love

live love


there is no complexity here

no need to parse this command


it is simply there

clear and uncompromising 

as stark and powerful

as you, kneeling in the dust, washing feet

as clear as you hanging from a tree


how do we miss it Jesus?


how do we skip right over those teachings

that call us to feed the hungry

clothe the naked

house the homeless

heal the sick

welcome the stranger


how do we miss those teachings that tell us

to be generous and take care of the poor


that tell us to turn the other cheek

walk the second mile


how has your gospel of humility and sacrifice

become a gospel of power and accumulation?


how have we allowed the radicality of the Gospel

to be blunted, even muted

by the normalcy of the world?


so that we have replaced plowshares with swords (or guns)

and become people who dominate rather than serve

control rather than set free

exclude rather than include

judge rather than forgive

hate rather than love

violence rather than nonviolence


ah Jesus

Tuesday, June 1, 2021

Gotta Believe

Sometimes it feels

as if the world has a “sickness unto death”


as if not only we individuals humans are terminal

but as if humanity as a whole

is toxic

and headed toward destruction


I am right there with Kierkegaard

for whom (as I understand it)

the sickness unto death was despair

an inability to be believe in love’s power


we do not, I think, really believe in love

we believe in a lot of things

but not love


we believe in guns

we believe that the more guns in the hands of more people

in more places will make the world safer


it won’t, of course

it will merely mean more shootings

more fear

more death


we believe in political power

we believe that might makes right

we believe in money

and that the person who dies with the most toys wins


but what we don’t believe in is love

somehow we don’t believe in valuing all people

we don’t believe in equity

we don’t believe in forgiveness

we don’t believe in generosity, or compassion, or kindness


we say we do

we blithely repeat in litany like fashion, “love wins’


but do we really believe it is true?


Sometimes it feels as we have a sickness unto death


but enter Jesus

who says to us, as he always says

“this is not a sickness unto death” (John 11:4)


but enter Jesus

who touches our despair

who gives us back our self

who reminds that death is merely a stop on the way to eternity

who grounds us in love


enter Jesus

who says, “believe”

believe in me

believe in love

believe that God will make all things new


enter Jesus who says faith is the antidote for despair

just a little faith

faith the size of a mustard seed


maybe it is time

to really believe in love

Thursday, May 27, 2021

The radicality of God

I heard a priest, one who lived the Gospel, preach the Gospel

The humble, the poor, were carried away

The prominent, the wealthy, were shocked

And I thought that such preaching of the Gospel would soon

          frighten away many of those now filling the church, and

          attract those now shunning it.

It occurred to me that it is a bad sign for a follower of Christ to

          be well thought of by conventional “Christians”

Rather, it would be better if we were singled out as crazy or radical

IT would be better if they pursued us, signed petitions against us,

          tried to get rid of us.

                     Michel Quoist, Prayers, p.106, Avon



when did we decide that being a follower of Jesus

meant living a decent little life?


when did we decide that it was a matter of small virtues

good habits

marginal generosity

little effort?


when did we decide that having power

and privilege

and money

were a sign of God’s approval?


have we even read the Gospels?

how has it escaped our notice that we have more in common

with those upright, uptight people who rejected Jesus

than the ragged motley crew

that followed Jesus?


I admit it Jesus

I am more like the rich young ruler

than like Peter, or James or John


I do not leave it all behind

I do not risk everything

to follow you


I parse my words

I step back from the radicality of the Gospel

for fear of what it will cost me

I hold on to my affluence

allowing what I give to hide what I withhold (Quoist)


I am willing to go only so far


help! O Sacred One

be wind and fire

move me, sear me


give me passion

give me hope

give me strength


help me to rise each morning eager

rather that bored an apathetic

help me to rise expectant!

knowing that this day, every day

is a Pentecost


a time to be blown out of my safety and complacency

into the world


where I give my all

all my heart

all my soul

all my mind



in the service of Love


help me

for even as these words leave my heart

and flow from my fingers

I know I will still hold back


I will still seek to be well thought of

Still cling to the things of the world


but still this day, as every day

I like Peter, who betrayed you

and Thomas who doubted

and Nicodemus who came in the dark

and Paul who carried a thorn


I am yours

Wednesday, May 26, 2021

when was the last time you sang

When was the last time time you sang?

(Question put to the sick by a Native American Medicine Man)

          Quoted by Mark Nepo in the Book of Awakening



When was the last time you sang?

not a hymn,

or a song for a chorale

or choir


but sang

joyously, freely

just for the hell of it

because your soul was so full

of the joy of the Sacred

that you could not be silent?


When was the last time you laughed?

laughed at the absurdity of life

laughed for no reason

laughed until the tears ran down your face

and you snorted



when was the last time you gave voice

to whatever was deep within you


when did you last cry

from the heart?

Freeing the torrents of anguish

the pain dammed behind the fa├žade

you present to the world?


On this mornings morning

as the world weeps around me and the clouds

bring the sky down to the earth


on this day as I read of horrors in Gaza

and the machinations of the far right

seeking to turn my country into a faux Christian dystopian state

as I watch the liars lie and lie and lie again

and the gullible believe

as I watch voter suppression

and basic rights taken away by fearful authoritarians


the clouds of evil

darken my soul

it all closes in until I cannot breathe,

cannot feel, and I walk, numb through each day


it has been far too long since I have truly smiled

since my heart has lept within my chest

with joy, or love our hope


there seems to be little there but existential dread!


Ah as we creep though this world

Tip toeing really

little, and shriveled and old of soul

we need to



there is healing

in that giving voice

in the laughter

the song

the cry

the whisper




even if it feels

that no one hears


for no song

no cry

no laugh

goes unheard


by the ear



Tuesday, May 25, 2021

Two choices

it is not this simple, perhaps

but on this dark morning as the rain

finally falls on parched earth


and darkness lingers

as the clouds embrace the world with grayness


it seems painfully clear


we have two choices

domination or service


or to put it another way

we can choose power or service


from that initial choice

our world is shaped and built


domination is all about the win

all about power and coercion

and if things don’t go well,

about retribution


with domination is it all about

the “self”

and one getting what one wants, when on wants it

about controlling

and accumulating


(and here is the kicker)



but domination is deadly

domination creates wars






domination erodes love

for while we must be filled with love

and we must “love” ourselves

true love must be shared

must be drive us to others and compel us to service


love is made to leave the home of our hearts

and fly towards other

and if is contained

it withers and dies


rot, rot, fester, fester


when we hug all to ourselves

we are not satisfied

why else to the very rich always want more money

and the very powerful always want more power?


Instead our self becomes a fetid, rancid pool

of want and need

and we live out our foulness


we see this every day


service is all about the love

about the expending, the giving away

the lifting up


service is not about eroding one’s self

giving one’s self away so completely that one is lost

(although there are moments for such sacrifice, ask Jesus)


but about making sure, that as we stumble on through this journey called life

that all have what they need to survive and flourish


service is about Kingdom living

about living in a way that would be suitable for the Kingdom of Love

service is about caring, and then sharing

service is about listening and understanding

service is about loving


it is about making sure all are housed

all are fed

call are clothed

all have healthcare

all have equal justice

all have opportunity


and being willing to give up some of one’s resources

(if one has enough)

to make this happen


it is to make sure all are valued






and being willing to give up privilege and power

to make that happen


domination created January 6th

domination has created the conflict in Israel

domination is at the heart of racism

domination is driving voter suppression

domination is behind politicians doing what benefits them

rather than what benefits “we the people”

domination is behind fake news,

which seeks to manipulate and yes, control


but it is not the way of Jesus

and we cannot pretend

it is


we must choose the way of service, of servanthood


as Paul so eloquently pleads in Philippians 2

(I wonder how right wing Christianity misses this passage)


“…if you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any common sharing in the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion,  then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and of one mind.  Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves, not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others.”


it seems there are two paths only

Monday, May 24, 2021

We have a choice

Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.


…everything can be taken from a person but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way. . . .

                     —Viktor Frankl



we have a choice

it seems


a choice as to how we are going to be in this world


yes, sometimes it feels as if our choices have been taken from us

as if life has us trapped, boxed in

to a place where there is

no exit


yes, external circumstances

powerful people

exert tremendous pressure


but no matter what is going on around us, what matters is what is going on

within us


what is percolating within our souls


and that is something over which we have some control


what will we nurture

there in our heart of hearts?

what will we cultivate

there in our mind?

what will be the fruit that emerges from our soul?


all the world around us can be chaos, and we can have peace within

all the world around us can be resentful, and we can nurture forgiveness

all the world round us can fight for domination, and we can cultivate  service

all world around us can hate, and we can embrace love


and then filled with peace, forgiveness, humility and love

and empowered by the One

who is peace forgiveness, humility and love


we can choose our response to the world around us


we do not have to lash out

we do not have to double down on hate

we do not have to act vindictively


we do not have to become the world around us

we can choose love in a time of evil


it is tempting not to do so

as we see a political party devolve into hate and obstructionism

as we see people drown in lies

as we see the greedy and abusive “win”


it is tempting to just jump into the

fetid mess and flail around

letting resentment and pain

ooze from our souls


but we must not respond

to hate with hate, fear with fear

anger with anger


we must go deep within our souls

to that place where Love dwells

and then


remembering the cross

that great proclamation that “hate stops here”

we can choose


Saturday, May 22, 2021

something of God

God comes to us disguised as our life.

                     Paula D’Arcy says, “


I kneel once more on the rough coconut matting, my hands over my eyes, and pray: “Oh, Lord, let me feel at one with myself. Let me perform a thousand daily tasks with love, but let every one spring from a greater central core of devotion and love.” Then it won’t really matter what I do and where I am. . .


We could fight war and all its excrescences by releasing, each day, the love that is shackled inside us, and giving it a chance to live. . . .


All that matters now is to be kind to each other with all the goodness that is in us. . . .


And there is only one way of preparing the new age, by living it even now in our hearts. .


I love people so terribly, because in every human being I love something of You [God]. . .


Ultimately, we have just one moral duty: to reclaim large areas of peace in ourselves, more and more peace, and to reflect it toward others. And the more peace there is in us, the more peace there will also be in our troubled world.

                     Etta Hillemun (from Auschwitz, as quoted by Richard Rohr)



all that is love is Sacred

all that is Sacred is love


it is the nature of that present power

in which we live and breathe

and have out being


to be love


it is also its nature to be present


Sacred is incarnational

it is fleshed out in this world in which we live

in the mountain that looms above my home

and lifts my heart towards heaven


it is fleshed out in the animals that delight my soul


it is fleshed out in this body

in this peculiar life

and in the bodies and lives of those I love

and in the bodies and lives of those with whom I struggle


even as our bodies fail

even as our minds are ideologically impaired

even as we are immersed in conflict and chaos


there is something of God in us, waiting to get out

there is Love in us waiting to get out


and the Love in me wants to greet the love in you

no matter the barriers

no matter the abyss between our ideologies

no matter the dysfunction in my life, and in your life


there is something of God in me that wants to

connect with the “something of God” in you


there is something that wants to find






I want to give the love that is shackled within me

a chance to live


this is how we work toward peace

this is how we create healing and reconciliation

this is how we bind the wounds

this is how we end war

and usher in this kingdom


this is the way

the only way

love wins