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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



Wednesday, November 16, 2022

Do we believe

It seems we are wandering into the darkness

The days keep getting shorter (for a little while)

The weather keeps getting more extreme

And yes, our systems keep getting messier

 

Toxic people keep winning elections

The poor keep getting poorer and the rich richer

 

And yet

 

The voice still calls in the wilderness

Prepare ye the way

 

Prepare ye the way for what?

An authoritarian leader who will control and coerce?

Divine retribution?

 

A time when the “righteous” gloat

And the “unrighteous” burn?

 

Prepare ye the way

 

Who showed up after John the Baptist made that appeal

Love showed up

Incarnated in a person

 

A person who showed us the true nature of the Sacred

(we should have had a clue from nature, but no!)

A person who showed us what love looks like

A person who showed us how to face hate and fear

A person who showed us how to live

 

A person who lived a life so amazing

And died so lovingly

That, as Brian McLaren suggests

Our worst failures were swallowed up in his save!

 

And we have been told that a some point

The way of this person, this Jesus, will be The Way

The way the world works

That the way he lived will be the way we live

All of us!

 

That the earth, which we have ravaged

Will be made new

And we will too

 

And here is the question

Do we believe that?

Do we have faith that this is true?

 

We celebrate the possibility every year

As Christians wander through the ambiguity of Advent

And the rest of the world celebrates Christmas

(starting right after Halloween, or so it seems)

 

But do we believe it?

Do we believe that eventually, love will win

 

Do we have faith?

Do we have enough faith to make what is possible, real?

 

Jesus said it doesn’t take much faith

Only faith the size of a mustard seed

 

What does faith do?

I think it opens us to the possibilities

I think it opens us to Love

And to Sacred

 

Perhaps faith is Leonard Cohen’s

Chink of hope

 

Perhaps faith is the crack

Perhaps that is how the light gets in

 

and we all know what a little light

does to the darkness

 

It is difficult to have faith in times like this

But the alternative

For me

Is unbearable

 

So I will declare

I believe

 

 

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