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

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



knowing we must do something


what would Jesus do?

what does our allegiance to the prince of peace



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




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



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

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