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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



Friday, January 22, 2021

Seeing the best

they swirl around us

like snowflakes in a blizzard

relentless, thick

 

enfolding us complete so that we can barely

see

where we are going

 

all those stories

all those “facts”

all those rumors

 

all those pieces of news

some real, some manufactured

 

about this group or that group

this person or that person

 

did you hear!?

according to the FBI!

the President said!

 

we are presented each day with a plethora

of information

and we must sort through it all

trying to discern truth from falsehood,

struggling with how to respond

 

sometimes it seems as if the choice is between

falsehood and truth

and it is

 

but I think it goes deeper than that

 

obviously we all see the world through our own lenses

our perceptions are all altered by

a myriad of factors

 

our ideology

our faith system

our culture, our race, our gender, our sexual orientation

our education level, our training

 

and also by things such as trauma

our life experiences

 

but I have noticed something lately

in myself, but not just in myself

 

I have noticed a tendency to believe the worst

of those who are not in my “tribe”

and sometimes even of those who are

 

this last weekend announcements came out

perhaps from the FBI (I was never quite sure where the new came from… “sources”)

that “liberal” churches were in danger from “them”

 

it may have been true

perhaps there was chatter somewhere about

“attacking those libs”

 

but I was amazed at the fervor with which those

in the more liberal churches embraced the idea that “they”

those “deplorables” were going to commit violence against them

 

I know there are churches, and church leaders, who have had to live

With the threat of violence.  Churches that embrace LGBTQI members

Churches that have had the audacity to hang up a BLM banner

I get that the danger is, actually, real

 

But still, there was something unsettling with the ease in which

we jumped to the ‘demonization’ of others

how quickly we “believed the worst”

 

I have been on the other side of that human tendency

When people have been quick to believe the worst of me

Have without hesitation given the worst possible interpretation to

my words or my behavior

 

I suspect you have been too

And I have, at times, been that person

who believed the worst

 

And now we live in this polarized world

With angry and even violent polarity

 

And it is even easier to demonize others

After all

The proof is out there!

 

The lies are out there

The violence is real

The assault on the capitol happened

 

We’ve seen “them” with their guns

and their flags

we have read their posts

 

but

 

there is something that tells me

that this is the pathway to destruction

 

I am not calling for us to be “naïve”

or maybe I am

perhaps there is a kind of holy naiveté

 

Jesus was not naïve

He saw people who who they were

But he also saw them for who and what they could become

 

He saw that creepy tax collector

but he also saw a child of God, capable of honesty and generosity

 

what if

what if we asked the Holy Spirit to give us eyes

that see the Sacred in each other

that see the potential, the possibilities

the best

in each other

 

not the worst?

 

And what if we responded to others

Accordingly

 

I know there is risk.  There are the predators

There are the narcissists, the pathological

There are those so badly damaged

 

We do need to be careful, and we do need boundaries

But what if our default was NOT to believe the worst, but the best?

 

how would our relationships change?

how would our lives change?

how would the world change?

 

It’s something worth thinking about

As we enter a week filled with division and rancor

 

It is something worth thinking about

Even as right wing evangelicals suggest

We can’t “preach the cross if we only see the good” (simplybible.com)

 

It does seem radical, and dangerous

And naïve

But still

 

It seems so Jesus

 

Matthew 5 “You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor[i] and hate your enemy.’ But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you,  that you may be children of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous.  If you love those who love you, what reward will you get? Are not even the tax collectors doing that?  And if you greet only your own people, what are you doing more than others? Do not even pagans do that?  Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect.

 

No one ever said the way of “The Lamb” was easy


Tuesday, January 19, 2021

we have the power

Never underestimate the impact of a small kindness...

or a [small] cruelty.

                     Pat LaMarche

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it was a small thing really

in the economy of the world

 

not a big gesture

at all

 

just a worn piece of bronze

a little lepton

leaving the hand of that poor widow,

faintly pinging in the mite box  (Luke 21)

 

a small gift of love

from a big heart *

 

sometimes it is the small things

that make the difference

that reveal the soul

 

small kindnesses

small cruelties

 

small cruelties

reveal small hearts, small souls

 

those little slights

those casual rejections

those demeaning labels

that tear at the fragile and the vulnerable

 

we see the casual cruelty of Trump mocking a disabled reporter

we read the small cruelties that flow from twitter and Facebook

we watch the children with a disability mocked

and people who are vulnerable minimized and oppressed

in so many little ways     

 

little ways that when added up become terrifying

 

and sometimes, even destroy

as young people (and older one’s too)

after too many small cruelties

decide that they are worthless, and life is not for them

 

we live in a culture that has monetized

and rewarded cruelty

(think Parler, Twitter, FB and more)

 

but as small cruelties add up

so do small kindnesses

 

a quick smile

a kind word

an small act of compassion

an affirmation

 

can not only change a day, but a life

 

We must never underestimate our power to do ill

Nor must we underestimate our power to do good

 

So let us make kindness

A way of life

you

Monday, January 18, 2021

someone loves you

All I wish

Is for you

To one day

Love you

The way

I do

                     Atticus, The Truth About Magic, St. Martin’s Griffin, p.37

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what makes me

so insecure?

 

what drives me, day in and day

to have to prove myself

as a pastor,

a therapist,

a leader,

a man?

 

heck!

why do I have to prove that I am a valuable human being?

 

what makes me worry so much about how people see me?

why do I need so much affirmation?

why do I so often slip in the gooey realm of “not enough”?

 

and before you assure me that I am OK,

let me assure you

that I probably won’t really hear you

 

I’ll be grateful for the affirmation

but it won’t penetrate

 

and let me remind you

that this is not just me

this is also you

 

how few of us

really feel valuable

 

I suspect that even those who seem most assured

have, inside, the same raging doubts

 

what goes on inside that bombastic person

who struts and brags?

often the same thing that goes on inside that retiring person

who hides and is silent!

 

we all react to our sense of deficit differently

I became an overachiever

Some become angry

Some bully (think Trump)

Some hide

 

but for all of us

however we got there

trauma, parental expectations,

failure,

 

there is a common need

to know that someone values us, respects us

loves us

 

not because of what we have done

how we look

not even because of who we are

 

but simply because of the fact that we are

 

where does such love and affirmation come from?

 

Sometimes mothers or fathers

Sometimes siblings

Or friends

 

but always

from the Beloved

 

if we understand God correctly

that Sacred Power that is behind all

and is Love

 

we know we are loved

we know we have value

 

and in the midst of those times

when we wonder why we are here

and lament our failures

and struggle with the mess that is the world

 

that Love is there

nestled inside us (if we will but look)

inside me, inside you,

inside each one of us, even the most damaged of us

 

whispering, imploring

reminding

 

Child of God, Child of God, Child of God

All I wish

Is for you

To one day

Love you

The way

I do


Saturday, January 16, 2021

I am bleeding hope

May you be blessed with a wise and compassionate guide

Who can accompany you through the fear and grief

Until your heart has wept its way to your true self.

 

As your tears fall over that wounded place,

May they wash away your hurt and free your heart.

May your forgiveness still the hunger of the wound

 

So that for the first time you can walk away from that place,

Reunited with your banished heart, now healed and freed,

And feel the clear, free air bless your new face.”

                     John O'Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings

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I am bleeding

My heart is torn, my soul is shredded

And I am bleeding

 

Love

and hope

 

but worse, I am bleeding anger and perhaps

dare I say it

even hate

 

this “blood” pours from wounds created by lies

created by betrayal

and intransigence

 

and it drains me

 

I do not know what to do with these wounds

with this pain

 

wise voices whisper forgive

love

“overcome evil with good

 

I hear the words of Jesus echo from the brutality of the cross

“forgive them’

 

But the abusers still abuse

and those who have so grievously wounded

a planet

a nation

a woman, a man

a child

 

want me to forgive and forget

to smile and pretend

it never happened

 

or it wasn’t that bad

 

what do I do with this lack of repentance?

with the lack of regret,

with the behaviors that simply

continue,

and continue,

and continue?

 

what do I do with those who continue to harm,

to oppress,

to abuse?

 

I long to forgive

My heart’s desire is unity

I yearn for reconciliation

 

as one reconciled to Sacred

and (at least somewhat) reconciled to myself

I have been given “the ministry of reconciliation”

 

But can reconciliation happen,

can we find our way back together,

with just forgiveness?

 

Or can forgiveness become license?

Can it become enabling?

Can forgiveness and accountability go together?

 

Is forgiveness without accountability

Really forgiveness?

 

I believe we live in a time of hate when we are called to love

But perhaps we also live in a time of injustice when we are called to demand justice

 

If we demand justice but do not love we are, perhaps, cruel

But if we seek to love but do not demand justice, we are enablers of injustice

 

this is the dilemma

how do we fight for justice with love

when there are those who take love for weakness?

who will continue to do what they do, and go further and further

who will continue to wound, and even kill

until (literally) stopped?!

 

Love empowers forgiveness

It also empowers justice

 

for me in my humanness

how do I, like Jesus, bring the two together

to create reconciliation?

 

Ah Sacred!

This is beyond me

 

may You be

“a wise and compassionate guide

Who can accompany [me] through the fear and grief’

 

May You teach me the way

to overcome evil with good

 

But Lord

the abuse

(political, social, sexual, physical, psychological, spiritual)

has to stop


Friday, January 15, 2021

the story

We were all born to live

born to love

millions of years

perfecting the part of it,

and yet still,

somehow,

it comes to unnaturally

to most of us.

                     Atticus, The Truth About Magic,, St. Martins Griffin, p.21

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each day we watch

as the human story unfolds

 

and all too often, our hearts hurt

for that story is one of tribalism, domination, and greed

 

a story of strife and striving

with the human animal warring against

nature

and warring against one another

 

who will have the most power?

who will accumulate the most mammon?

 

this narrative is one of violence

filled with wars and rumors of wars

 

and if we have not become numb

our hearts are rended

as the story unfolds

 

and yet

another narrative exists

the intrusive narrative of Love

 

it is the original narrative, the creation narrative

this other way

 

and while this story has been muted

at times

it is still The Story

 

Word

Logos

 

that has been from the beginning and will not

be silenced

but will be told, and will be lived

 

it is a narrative of love

the story of paradise found

 

of the human creature finding again

original blessing

and sharing once again in the unfolding

song of creation

 

it is the story woven into the song God

sang when chaos became order

it is the story lived and taught by Jesus

 

it a story of blessedness

where the poor gain the kingdom

and the hungry are fed

and the mournful once again laugh

 

A story of justice and equity

of truth and wisdom and kindness,

of love

 

we will need help

this narrative is a difficult one to tell

amidst the cacophony of narratives

humans tell

 

we will need the Word

to shape our words

 

we will need the Sacred

to live our words

 

it is our story

if we will tell it

it is our story

if we will live it

 

it is a story that must be told

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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 by me

 


Thursday, January 14, 2021

walk in the darkness

 

The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it.

                     John 1:5

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the darkness is profound

this deep darkness of hate and fear

that blinds and leaves us groping

 

fearful we freeze, and cower

waiting, hoping for a glimmer of light

 

anxious we flail

striking out in the darkness

at whatever is out there, lurking, plotting

 

but we can learn to walk in the darkness*

 

in the darkness our world narrows down

our senses awake

small things become large

the sound of a pin dropping echoes in the night

 

the darkness is a time for learning

as the darkness of the world

the darkness of our souls

pulls all things in

to that black space

 

leaving us straining to see

to hear

to make sense of it

 

this dark night is a time for reflection

a time to breathe

a time to notice

the distractions gone

 

a time to hear the still small voice

 

what do we hear in this darkness?

what truths begin to emerge as our eyes

now wide open

begin to see? (if only vaguely)

 

and Whose hand do we find

to cling to

in the night?

 

Ah, I hate this darkness

as mobs assail

as politicians provocate and vacillate

as people threaten violence and death

the uprooting of all

revolution

 

as all those things we have come to rely on

crumble and erode

 

I love this darkness

as I am forced to look keenly

listen carefully

 

as I am driven into the deep dark places of my soul

where in the darkness I am met

and held

 

by Love

 


Wednesday, January 13, 2021

lift your voice

“...and when the world tells you to lower your head and submit in silence to how things are and always will be, lift your voice instead and sing bravely of how things can and should and will be, because that song is why you are here.”

― L.R. Knost

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Sometimes it seems as if

“its just the way it is”

 

We watched stunned

As lies are accepted as truth

As alternate realities are believed and embraced

As hate flourishes

As people work against their own best interests

 

We watch the rule of law bent and broken by those who tout

The rule of law

 

We read people words, dragged into the light from

Parler and other dark places

About violence and disruption

About “the storm”

 

We stand, almost in awe

Our mouths open

But silent

 

And in the silence it feels as if our souls are leaving our bodies

We feel empty and helpless

We have done what we can

We have spoken the truth

 

And

It is what it is

Nothing changes

Children are still in cages

Children still die

The poor are still shame

The rich still wallow in affluence and privilege

The literalist legalists still violate the Bible

Fascism still flourishes

People still do not wear masks and people still die

 

It is what it is

 

And yet

We remember the prophets

We remember John the Baptist

And Jesus

And Paul

And Dietrich Bonhoeffer

And Martin Luther King Jr

And Desmond Tutu

And Nelson Mandela

And Dag Hammarskjold

 

A we hear the words of the palmist echo in our hearts

Sing to the Lord a new song (Psalm 96)

And we remember the proclamation of God through Isaiah

“Behold I am doing a New Thing, can you not see it?”

 

And sometimes we say “no”

I can’t see it

And sometimes the song gets stuck in our throat

 

But still we are called

Called

Called

 

To lift up our hearts

And life up our heads

And sing justice

Sing forgiveness

Sing acceptance

Sing Hope

Sing Peace

Sing Truth

 

Sing love

 

We are to “lift [our] voice instead and sing bravely of how things can and should and will be, because that song is why [we] are here.”


Tuesday, January 12, 2021

hearts set free

A human being is a spatially and temporally limited piece of the whole, what we call the “Universe.” He experiences himself and his feelings as separate from the rest, an optical illusion of his consciousness. The quest for liberation from this bondage is the only object of true religion. Not nurturing the illusion but only overcoming it gives us the attainable measure of inner peace.

                     Albert Einstein (a translation from the original German

 

Note:  This statement has been altered many times and misquoted. 

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it seems we have a choice

“how then shall I now live?”

 

how shall I live in this world

with its love of domination?

how shall I live in a society

that does not value all people the same?

how shall I live in an economy in which profit

is more important than people?

 

how shall I live?

 

how shall I live if I take seriously

that I carry the Sacred within me?

how shall I live if I take seriously that each person I meet

no matter their color

or social status

or education level

or title

or affluence

also carries the Sacred within them, and is a Sacred Child

 

how shall I live?

 

while sitting in that stark and unhospitable land of temptation

Jesus was given a choice

the choice to follow the way of power and domination

or the choice to follow the long, complex, messy path to the cross

 

the Jesus path is messy, and complex, and difficult

and there are many ways to think about

the choices

 

that takes us down the path

or off the path

 

do we choose dominance or servanthood

generosity of accumulation

inclusion or exclusion

merit or grace

 

but in the end there is only one choice

will I remain an encapsulated ego

a person wrapped up in myself

(can you spell toxic individualism)

 

or will I be a person who sees him or herself

as a part of a community

not a small community

not a tribe

 

but a really big community

the community of human kind

 

and will I make choices that benefit the community

not just me

the community as well as me

 

Thank you Albert

for understanding better than most of us Christians

what Christianity is all about

what it means to have a heart set free

 

our faith should indeed liberate us

to be people for others

people notice others, connect with others

and insist

 

that as we walk down life’s twisted and dangerous pathway

we do it, together

and we get all get home

together


Monday, January 11, 2021

Someday blooming

 

It is like a vision out of a nightmare

Violent people crawling like flies up walls

Windows breaking

 

Faces wild with excitement and glee

bodies emblazoned with the name of one

they follow

 

driven by a hundred devils

resentment, racism, greed, hate, perhaps even

a fear they will not admit

 

They revel in their power

to destroy and cow

 

no matter what they do

it seems they win

no matter what is done to resist them

we lose

 

if we cower, they win

if we strike back, they win

 

we are either overwhelmed

or we are sucked into the vortex of hate

 

yet here we stand

watching

wondering

knowing we must do something

 

what would Jesus do?

what does our allegiance to the prince of peace

demand?

 

we are called to be light, and to offer

a glimmer of hope in the darkness

we are called to be yeast, inexorably defining the whole

we are to be seeds planted

watered

nurtured

 

someday blooming

 

what can we do in these times?

 

we can work for peace

we can work for justice

we can speak of love

we can speak of equity and justice

 

remembering we are only a sliver of light

only a bit of yeast

only a seed buried in the earth

 

what can do we in these times?

So little, yet so much

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Thankful for these words attributed to Oscar Romero

 

“This is what we are about

We are the seeds that one day will grow

We water the seeds already planted knowing that they hold future promise

We lay foundations that will need further development

We provide yeast that produces effects far beyond our capabilities….

 

We may never see the end results, but that is the difference between the master builder and the workman.”

                     Quoted by Scott Wright in Oscar Romero and the Communion of Saints


Sunday, January 10, 2021

become a blessing

… the most profound blessings we will ever know are those that meet us in the place of our deepest loss and inspire us to choose to live again.  The secret of this blessing… is that it is written on the back of what binds you…  the stuff of pain, grief, and death becomes the very substance of hope.

                     Jan Richardson, Circle of Grace

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we all have those moments

when life is difficult

 

when we think everything is coming to an end

that there will be no recovery

not this time

 

I remember the news of my father’s cancer

and I remember when he died

I remember too my mother’s diagnoses of bulbar palsy

And her slow debilitating decline into death

 

I remember the moment, when after years of

climbing the ladder of success

my world, through every fault of my own

crashed in around me

 

and the moment when I knew it was time to

let go of the leadership of a program I had run for 13 years

 

Moments great, moments small

moments like now

when I am simply tired, and when

whatever acts I can do, whatever words I can speak

feel like “not enough”

to ease an encroaching darkness

 

these endings are like a death

 

and yet it is one of the paradoxes of life

that these deaths

in the divine paradigm,

are the places where we most profoundly encounter the Sacred

and rediscover life

 

it is when there is nothing left

when we are stripped bare

and the structures of our lives have crumbled

and we stand (metaphorically) naked and alone

 

that we are met by love, and hope

and purpose

 

death in the divine pattern leads to resurrection

curse leads to blessing

 

as Cohen so powerful puts it in his anthem

“Ring the bells that still can ring

Forget your perfect offering

There is a crack, a crack in everything

That’s how the light gets in.”

 

As I enter this new year, I am seeking blessing

 

the curses are evident

the cracks are everywhere

the pain is real

 

but I want to ring the bells that still can ring

I want to find the blessings

 

Which means I have to look for them

Sometimes almost hidden, riding on my pain, and fear

 

So I can then live them

So I can live into hope, and rise out of the ashes into

Whatever new thing

The Sacred will create

 

So that I can not only find blessing

But offer blessing

And become a blessing

speriamo


Saturday, January 9, 2021

What if

what if those wise sages

necks aching from staring upward

windblown and dried out

 

after all those time

trudging through the sand toward the star

 

what if after that cryptic

and slimy contact with the

man in the throne

 

and that final hopeful rush to Bethlehem

had stared not in wonder

but in horror at the gift of heaven

 

what if they had seen in that wrinkled

squalling child of poverty

merely another peasant brat

and not the King of Heaven?

 

What if the sages were not so sage,

but with minds fill with dreams of power

and hearts filled with avarice

 

would have proclaimed the star a lie

and Micah fake news,

and turned away,

hugging their treasures to themselves

and muttering invectives?

 

it would of course

not have changed the truth

for truth is truth

 

but would they have returned another way,

or would they have trudged dispiritedly back to Jerusalem

full of resentment and lusting for revenge?

 

Blessed are the journeyers

who wander on their way with eyes that see

the glimpses of the light

that draw them further on and deeper in

 

Blessed are the journeyers

who travel intent on delivering gifts

rather than receiving them

 

Blessed are those who with wisdom

have ears that hear the truth

and can pick up the echoes  of falsehood

 

Blessed are those who, wherever their journey takes them,

find at the end

wonder

 

and with minds twirling

hearts soaring

souls dancing

 

gifts falling from their hands

fall prostrate before Love

 

and then rise

on their way again

 

their hands empty

but taking with them the light

that spills from the

illuminating the darkness

every step they take

 

as they find their way home


Monday, January 4, 2021

We need an Epiphany

“Without the quest, there can be no epiphany.”

                     Constantine E. Scaros, Reflections on a Simple Twist of Fate:

                     Literature, Art and Parkinson's Disease

 

When you have looked at so many doors with longing

wondering if your life lay on the other side.

 

For today, choose the door that opens to the inside.

 

Travel the most ancient way of all:  the path that leads you

to the center of yourself.

 

No map but the one you make yourself

No provision but what you already carry

And the grace that comes to those who walk

the pilgrim’s way    

                     Jan Richardson, Circle of Grace, pp. 77,78

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One way or another

we are all on the long desert trek to Epiphany

 

like the wise sages

wandering far

following the vague hint of a start

 

we too search

 

sometimes we wander aimlessly

our footprints meandering in the sand

crooked and aimless

 

sometimes we stride stridently

our desperation or eagerness driving us forward

 

it matters where we search

and for what

and we must be prepared to be surprised

 

I am sure those sunburnt, dried out

eastern sages were surprised

that journey’s end was a peasant child

 

but there is joy even in the unexpected

and often uncomfortable

 

“I get it” our soul cries

 

I get it!

Not everything

Often not much of anything

 

Just a glimpse of a star

or the stirring of love in our heart

or one piece of a 1000 word puzzle falling into place

 

but for a moment the world is bigger

and wider

and we know we have found something precious

 

We are all headed toward Epiphany

the trek can take us any where

but it matters where we search and for what

 

for some their wanderings take them to a Senate chamber

where they seek power, or revenge

 

for some the journey takes them into temples or mosques

synagogues and churches

 

where they seek enlightenment and peace

 

for me, this Epiphany my journey takes me

into that deep place

where Sacred dwells

 

where I can meet the One who comes and comes and comes again

into the manger of my heart

and where, looking the eyes of Love

I can see reflected

myself

 

and proclaim

I get it


Saturday, January 2, 2021

blessings

… the most profound blessings we will ever know are those that meet us in the place of our deepest loss and inspire us to choose to live again.  The secret of this blessing… is that it is written on the back of what binds you…  the stuff of pain, grief, and death becomes the very substance of hope.

                     Jan Richardson, Circle of Grace

________________________________________

 

we all have those moments

when life is difficult

 

when we think everything is coming to an end

that there will be no recovery

not this time

 

I remember the news of my father’s cancer

and I remember when he died

I remember too my mother’s diagnoses of bulbar palsy

And her slow debilitating decline into death

 

I remember the moment, when after years of

climbing the ladder of success

my world, through every fault of my own

crashed in around me

 

and the moment when I knew it was time to

let go of the leadership of a program I had run for 13 years

 

Moments great, moments small

moments like now

when I am simply tired, and when

whatever acts I can do, whatever words I can speak

feel like “not enough”

to ease an encroaching darkness

 

these endings are like a death

 

and yet it is one of the paradoxes of life

that these deaths

in the divine paradigm,

are the places where we most profoundly encounter the Sacred

and rediscover life

 

it is when there is nothing left

when we are stripped bare

and the structures of our lives have crumbled

and we stand (metaphorically) naked and alone

 

that we are met by love, and hope

and purpose

 

death in the divine pattern leads to resurrection

curse leads to blessing

 

as Cohen so powerful puts it in his anthem

“Ring the bells that still can ring

Forget your perfect offering

There is a crack, a crack in everything

That’s how the light gets in.”

 

As I enter this new year, I am seeking blessing

 

the curses are evident

the cracks are everywhere

the pain is real

 

but I want to ring the bells that still can ring

I want to find the blessings

 

Which means I have to look for them

Sometimes almost hidden, riding on my pain, and fear

 

So I can then live them

So I can live into hope, and rise out of the ashes into

Whatever new thing

The Sacred will create

 

So that I can not only find blessing

But offer blessing

And become a blessing

speriamo


Friday, January 1, 2021

Hope Rises

That peace

will rise like bread

we can always hope

 

That justice

will flow like wine

we can always hope

 

That the table

will make strangers kin

we can always hope

 

That our hope

will rise like bread

we can always pray

                     Jan Richardson  In Wisdom’s Path

_____________________

 

we stumble dazedly out of a demented year

like crazed teenagers in a horror movie

having made every bad choice available

 

we have chosen individual freedom over common good

Chosen retribution instead of reconciliation

Chosen domination instead of servanthood

Chosen violence instead of dialog

 

and now

we stumble toward a new year

uncertain of whether we

are running away from danger or into danger

 

“ya’ll better hold on tight” one sage proclaimed

“2020 is fixin’ to turn 21 and start drinking”

 

but we want to hope

we are built, I think, for hope

 

we hope as people have always hoped

for peace, and justice and equity

we hope that people will learn to live together

 

in a world where all are valued

all are welcomed

all are accepted

where all gather, together, at the table of Love

 

but where do we find true reason for hope?

 

the Instagram poet Atticus once wrote

“some say

the sun is god –

and you don’t see

the sun

minding

who it warms”  (The Truth About Magic)

 

we find hope in the sun

we find hope in the sun rise

we find hope in the snowcapped mountain

that looms in the light of a full moon

 

we find hope in the light

 

not just the light of the sun

but in the light was incarnation

in the light that was Jesus

 

we find hope in the fact that the light came into the darkness

and was not overcome

we find hope in the reality that the light comes, and come, and come again

into the dark corners of our hearts

into our lives

and is not overcome

 

We find hope in the fact that when we believe in, and embrace Love,

believe in the incarnate presence that was (Jesus)

and believe (ongoing) in the incarnate presence that is (the Spirit)

we have the “power” to be Sacred Children, all of us

 

Believing is not a belief

It is not intellectual assent

 

It is the active ongoing embracing of love

of hope

 

it is trust, intimacy

commitment, passion

 

it is opening, letting go

it is being taken over

by the yeast of heaven

 

so that hope rises

like bread