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Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
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Elizabeth Browning



Tuesday, May 11, 2021

powerful presence

“Lets build a happy little cloud.

Lets build some happy little trees.”

                      Bob Ross

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how do we talk about

that power

that presence

that Love

we call “God”

 

without getting anthropomorphic

 

even at the burning bush

as Moses felt the sand of the Sinai between his toes

and sought a name

he got a verb

 

“I am”

 

Not Zeus, or Jupiter

Not Baal or Odin

 

just  flickering flame

real

present

powerful

 

just wind

unseen but felt

 

something happens when we try to make this

powerful presence

concrete

man, woman, it doesn’t matter

 

we make God (see how hard it is not to anthropomorphize?)

smaller

 

and this is part of a more profound problem

our tendency not just to make God in our own image

but our tendency to claim and contain

that which cannot be claimed and contained

 

we make the mistake of thinking that this powerful presence

is “ours”

that this powerful presence can be manipulated

and that this power can be not only claimed for our benefit

but used against others

 

I am stumbling and bumbling here because

I a fighting against my own deeply held and nurtured views of

the Sacred

 

because I believe the Sacred does make a difference

and I believe our connection with this powerful presence does make a difference

 

I just am not so sure it works the way we think it does

 

hear me out

 

This powerful presence is in everything

This powerful presence is in everyone

This powerful presence, this divine DNA makes us who we are

 

and when we are awake to it

because it is Love

we are different

we are what we were created to be

those “in the image”

rather than those we have become

those who have “blurred” the image

 

This powerful presence makes things happen

and when those things happen, we sometimes call them miracles

 

yesterday in worship we heard of a medical supply person who, unscheduled

found one our beloved on the floor, blue, nearing death

and  call to 911 saved our friend’s life

 

a miracle?

 

we heard of a traumatized young woman suffering a severe panic attack

who just happened to be in a building with a mental health peer counselor

who was able to help her

 

miracle?

 

yes

miracles happen, as we are awake to this powerful presence

and this powerful presence somehow leads us to those in need

and moves us to act in the ways necessary

to heal and restore

 

physical healing?

 

this is harder

why would this power we call God save one person,

and let another die?

 

we can’t just deal with that issues by saying ‘its in the plan”

for why would the divine agency plan for one family to suffer pain and loss

and not another

 

as if “god” were some sort of demented and arbitrary chess player

 

to me it seems as if it all comes down to

the presence

the powerful presence

 

which it appears we can be open to, or not

and it comes down to this

presence

which is not only powerful

but loving

always

loving

 

impacting us

perhaps at a cellular level

perhaps mentally, emotionally

socially

 

changing how what we see

how we feel

how we function

 

it is about presence

driving us to people in need

helping us see the need

giving us the grace and love to respond to the need

 

that weird bond taking us to this person

the powerful presence taking us to this place and not that place

 

it is about a presence within that simply says “I am”

 

I am still working this out

and will always be working this out

but what I do know is this

 

it is not simple

 

there is a danger in denying agency to Sacred

there is perhaps a greater danger in seeing Sacred

as a cosmic bell hop who helps our football team win

helps us find the perfect ‘second home’

gives us a job (but denies another)

heals us (but abandons another)

 

alas

questions abound, abound

I want my cake, and I want to eat it too

 

I do not have the answers

only the question

 

but until then I will seek the powerful presence

the great “I am”

I will hope the bush burns within me heart

And I will do the best that I can

 

 

 


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