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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



Monday, April 22, 2024

Edge of Darkness

You know / so very well / the edge / of darkness / you have / always / carried with you,” ….

But your edge/ of darkness / has always /made / its own definition / secretly / as an edge of light

 

and the door / you closed /might, / by its very nature / be / one just waiting / to be leant against / and opened….

          David Whyte

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The moon moved slowly

Inexorably

Slowly eradicating the light

Making all dark

 

The light was never gone

It was there, just on the other side of the darkness

Ready to return in its own time

 

And all we had to do was wait

For the light to return

 

There are of course

Many kinds of darkness

The darkness that comes from without

The darkness that we carry within

 

We are perhaps always on the edge of darkness

Threatening to fall in

To that black abyss

Of fear

Or hate

Or hopelessness

 

Terrorized by life

And impending loss, and death

we step into the darkness

and close the door

 

cowering in the dark

as the disciples cowered

in the upper room

 

in fear

in fear of what?

Them?  Those people?  Out there?

Or in fear of their frailty and failure

Their own limitations

 

How often do we too linger in the dark

On the edge of darkness

Which perhaps

Is also the edge of light

 

striking out blindly

violently

at the monsters in the dark

that we cannot see

that may not be there

that may not be monsters?

 

What if that door we dread to open

Is the door that leads us into the light

Where life and love await

Where hope dwells

Where God’s new thing can happen?

 

 


Thursday, April 18, 2024

collateral renewal

You have heard of collateral damage. Now hear of collateral renewal. Every time we act in kindness, in mercy, in love: the impact of our actions radiates out to touch many more lives than the ones in our immediate vicinity. Others we do not know will be affected. The reverberations of our compassion will circle the world. Collateral renewal – healing rippling out, never ending.

                     Steven Charleston

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On Friday Jesus was put on a cross

He went by choice

A choice not to meet violence with violence

Hate with hate

 

He could, perhaps have cursed his tormentors

He could have rained invectives on those gathered around him

Those who had beaten him

Nailed him to a tree

In order to steal his breath

The breath of God within him

 

Instead from that cross rained down

Forgiveness

Compassion

Healing

Restoration

 

Drop by drop by drop

Love hit that immense sea of enmity

 

Creating ripples of renewal

That spread

Moving every outward

 

Transforming

 

His disciples who could have

In anger

Turned to violence

Didn’t

 

Those who could have luxuriated in resentment

Didn’t

 

Christ’s love

Creating collateral renewal

 

We all see those who

Drop hate and resentment into the world

Those create collateral damage

 

They create ripples of anger

And we

Alas

 

Become smaller

Harder

Colder

Crueler

 

They bring out the worst in use

And make this world hell

 

But still, love comes

Drop by drop

Filling us

 

So that we

“act in kindness, in mercy, in love”

 

We too have a choice

Even when the worst happens

Even then

To radiate compassion

 

To create collateral renewal

 

I don’t know what went on in the souls

The hearts and minds of the disciples

On that Saturday

During the great wait

 

But I hope what they heard were not the cries

Crucify him

But the gentle words

Forgive them

Today you will be with me in Paradise

Here is your mother

Here is your son

 

I hope I believe

That in that dead silence

Renewal happened

 

I pray that today

We, those who follow

Can choose love

That we can choose, even as we are assailed

By lies, and hate

By the abuse of power

 

To look with compassion

Even on our tormentors

Even those who wish us dead

 

That

We can act with kindness, mercy, and love

For what comes from the cross must be

Must always be

renewal


Monday, April 15, 2024

easter

“Let Him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a crimson-cresseted east.”

                                                                                      Gerard Manley Hopkins

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may God “easter” in us all

no matter who we are

 

may Sacred rise

casting light

into the darkness

 

waking us up to our

essential beauty

and our original blessing

 

stirring our souls

into earnest acceptance

of Sacred Love

 

opening us up

filling, until

 

as the sun spills across the earth

caressing it and revealing its beauty

as the spring comes with its greening and blooming

bringing rebirth

 

the Sacred Presence spills forth from our

once parched souls

and kisses the earth

with love


Friday, April 12, 2024

The table is the point

If you are writing a play about [Holy Week}, the scenes would be table, trial (with its various locations), cross, tomb (burial), tomb (resurrection), and table. The table is the first setting, and it is the final setting of the story. Indeed, when the disciples want to meet Jesus again the next week, they return again to the upper room to meet him at the table.

 

They never return to the cross. Jesus never takes them back to the site of the execution. He never gathers his followers at Calvary, never points to the blood-stained hill, and never instructs them to meet him there. He never valorizes the events of Friday. He never mentions them. Yes, wounds remain, but how he got them isn’t mentioned. Instead, almost all the post-resurrection appearances — which are joyful and celebratory and conversational — take place at the upper room table or at other tables and meals.

 

Table - trial - cross - tomb - tomb - table.

 

What if the table is the point?

                     Diana Butler Bass

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What if the table is the point?

What if community is the point?

 

What if Easter is, when all is said and done, about

People gathering

Laughing

Eating

 

People listening to each other

Supporting one other

Being together when it is easy, and when it is not

Being together in the rejoicing and in the lamenting

 

What if Easter is about Jesus stepping in

And saving us

Not from God’s wrath

But from the enmity of the Rulers of the World

 

From hate and violence

From those forces that would divide and destroy

 

On this mountain the Lord Almighty will prepare a feast of rich food for all peoples,

a banquet of aged wine, the best of meats, and the finest of wines.

On this mountain he will destroy the shroud that enfolds all peoples,

the sheet that covers all nations;

   he will swallow up death forever.

 

In the great story of love

We move from a table, where feet were washed

Bread was broken

And wine was drunk

 

Out into a dark and painful world

To a garden of anguish

To betrayal

And abuse

To injustice and death

 

To a tomb filled and a tomb emptied

And ends up back in an upper room, that same room, perhaps

And at a  table

Where once again bread is broken

And by the Sea of Galilee

 

Where once again bread is broken

And fish are served

 

Food for the stomach

Food for the heart

Food for the soul

 

Perhaps the point is that because of Jesus

We can be together

We can be stuffed with all good things

We can be love

 

The table reminds us we are family

That we are stuck with each other

And we might as well love each other

 

It reminds us that faith is about being fed

And feeding one another

 

Perhaps the table is the point.  As Rachel Held Evans once wrote:

“This is what God's kingdom is like a bunch of outcasts and oddballs gathered at a table, not because they are rich or worthy or good, but because they are hungry, because they said yes. And there's always room for more.”


Wednesday, March 27, 2024

Into this Temple come

Come to your Temple here with liberation

And overturn these tables of exchange

Restore in me my lost imagination

Begin in me for good, the pure change.

Come as you came, an infant with your mother,

That innocence may cleanse and claim this ground

Come as you came, a boy who sought his father

With questions asked and certain answers found,

Come as you came this day, a man in anger

Unleash the lash that drives a pathway through

Face down for me the fear the shame the danger

Teach me again to whom my love is due.

Break down in me the barricades of death

And tear the veil in two with your last breath.

          Malcolm Guite

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Into this fleshy temple come

O Lord

 

Prepare to toss a few tables

Into the air

Scatter those things that stolidly

Clutter my soul

Hunkering in dark corners

 

Taking up space

Fouling the air

 

It is easy to see

The clutter in other people’s souls

To point the finger and shout

“Hey, look over there!”

 

It is hard to peer into the dark recesses

Of myself

And see the things that lurk

In the darkness

Fouling the air

 

Cleanse me Lord

And I shall be clean

scatter greed, and hate, resentment and fear

with your mighty love

drive out all that impedes my path

 

to the Holy Place

the Holy of Holies

where your reside

there

deep behind the veil

 

Clear the path, rend the curtain

Shine in all your glory

Restore in me, the joy of my salvation

 

Make me a temple in which you reside

And rule

Make me love


Sunday, March 24, 2024

God! Are you there?

When Jacob awoke from his sleep, he thought, “Surely the Lord is in this place, and I did not know it!” —Genesis 28:16

 

The Bible I set out to learn and love rewarded me with another way of approaching God, a way that trusts the union of spirit and flesh as much as it trusts the world to be a place of encounter with God…. People encounter God under shady oak trees, on riverbanks, at the tops of mountains, and in long stretches of barren wilderness. God shows up in whirlwinds, starry skies, burning bushes, and perfect strangers. When people want to know more about God, the son of God tells them to pay attention to the lilies of the field and the birds of the air, to women kneading bread and workers lining up for their pay….

 

According to the Talmud, every blade of grass has its own angel bending over it, whispering, “Grow, grow.”  How does one learn to see and hear such angels?

          Barbara Brown Taylor (quoted by the Center for Action and Contemplation)

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God!

Are you there?

I wonder sometimes

When my body hurts

And my eyes fail

 

I wonder sometimes

When I hear the disabled ridiculed

And people laugh

When I hear hate spewed

And people cheer

When I watch as masses, driven by resentment

Are fueled by a desire dominance

 

I wonder sometimes as I watch us

Destroy the planet for profit

And see dying and starving children

The flotsam of war

 

O God!

My heart fails within me

My feet stumble

As I see the prosperity of the wicked.

 

I know there is nothing new under the sun

We have seen this before

The words of an ancient Psalmist echo in my soul

As he laments human arrogance

 

“Therefore pride is their necklace; they clothe themselves with violence.

  From their callous hearts comes iniquity; their evil imaginations have no limits.

  They scoff, and speak with malice; with arrogance, they threaten oppression.

  Their mouths lay claim to heaven, and their tongues take possession of the earth.”

          (Psalm 73)

 

Where are you, God?

Why do you not set things right!?

Why do you not bring down the mighty and lift up the poor?

Are you in this place?

 

Surely, you are in this place.

Help me to know it.

 

Help me to see you, God of love

In the brilliant reds of the sunrise

In the majesty of the mountains

In the laughing voices of the streams

 

Help me to see you, Lord,

In the eagle that flies

And the deer that wanders

In creatures large and small

 

Help me to see you in the little things

In that act of kindness

That kind word

That smile, that laugh

That comes

 

I need glimmers of your presence Lord,

Help me to see you

Even where it is hardest to see you

In those human creatures who strive and toil

Love and hate

Destroy and heal

 

We are so confusing, O Sacred

So confused

 

Help me to see you, lord, in myself

And in all those others

In whom your image is badly blurred

May I see and hear the angels

 

Softly whispering

You are loved

You are loved

Grow

Grow

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Thursday, March 21, 2024

The danger of certainty

I walked through an earthquake once

as the ground shifted beneath my feet

and the world swayed

and all seemed undone

 

I breathed deeply

when the ground was once again

solid

and I stood on solid ground

certain

 

Certainty

 

I long for certainty

It would be nice to know

That God is there

That Love will win

 

I would love to be certain

About what is right and wrong

 

I envy, sometimes

Those who say with certitude

The Bible says it, I believe it, and that settles it

 

However

It has been said that the opposite of certainty is not doubt

It is openness

It is faith

 

And I have become certain that certainty

Can be a curse rather than a blessing

And that it is better to question

And struggle

To seek

And explore

 

Bertrand Russell once said

“The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, and wiser people so full of doubts.”

 

There is a strength to certainty

But weakness too

The strength of conviction, perhaps

The passion that comes from believing one is right

 

But with certainty closedness

Stuckness

A refusal to think, to challenge

To change

we indeed need a degree of certainty to get by

but it is also true that too much of the stuff can be lethal

 

For with the sureness of certainty comes

What can only be called

Arrogance, conceit, haughtiness

 

I know the truth, you don’t

I am right, you are wrong

I am saved, you are cursed

 

The earth is 6000 years old

LGBTQI+ people are sin

God hates all who do not believe the way I do

 

It is unintentional

Perhaps unseen

 

But it is there

A stolid, cold, cruelness

 

Blind faith is truly blind

Blind to people

To pain

To the radicality and irrationality

Of that power we often call God

 

Certainty stops us in our tracks

It keeps us from learning

Growing

Changing

From seeing God’s new thing

 

Give us uncertainty, God

Do not allow us to ever, ever

Believe we understand you (beyond that you are love)

Or to believe we speak for you

Or are the repositories of truth

Or the gatekeepers of the kingdom

 

Keep us questioning

Searching

Doubting

Struggling

Hoping

Loving

Changing

Growing

 

Let us join the man

Who on his knees in the dust

Cried to Jesus

 

Lord, I believe!

Help my unbelief

 

Help us believe

Help us question our beliefs

And lead us forward

always

Into uncertainty

And a fresh and beautiful

newness

 

 

 

 

 


Tuesday, March 19, 2024

Love and love always

My strength is in my faith:

I will not bend my knee to despair

But love and love always,

Even if the stars should desert the sky

And the earth hide her beauty from the sun.

 

Still I will love and love always

Until my love is much a part of my life

That I can no longer tell where one ends

And the other begins.

          Steven Charleston (Spirit Wheel. P. 56, 57)

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There is a grayness that comes

Rolling in like early morning clouds

Insistent and Pervasive

 

Slowly covering the earth with dark vagueness

Sheathing the mountains

And the sky

Blocking the sun

Until all is permeated with grayness

 

There is a grayness that comes

Rolling into my soul

And insidious darkness

That comes

 

Heavy it lies, shrouding my soul

It is laden with images of starving children

Boasting tyrants

Crowds laughing at cruelty

Bombs falling

Leaders lying

 

It smothers me

Squeezing the life out of me

Weighing me down until I am on my knees

 

With nothing left to do but to turn my face to the heavens

And cry

How long? How long?

 

Despair is real

And it wants the final word

 

It cannot have it

I believe

Lord help my unbelief

 

"I believe in the sun-even when it does not shine;

 I believe in love even when it is not shown;

 I believe in God even when He does not speak." (anonymous)

 

I must believe in Love

And believing in love I must love

It is all that I can do

 

It is all that is left

To love God

To love those around me

To love those I cannot love

 

At times it feels as if that is not enough

As if it is rank foolishness

But while, for some, hate and untruth is all they have

Love is all I have

 

I must love and love always

And leave the rest up to Love

 


Thursday, March 14, 2024

No level Ground

There is no level ground

At the foot of the cross

 

Lady justice

Is not blind

 

It is a myth

that any American has an equal opportunity

to “pull themselves up” by the bootstraps

 

Injustice and inequity live

Justice has been bought and sold

 

And that ground at the foot of the cross?

 

That ground is not level or safe

It is a restricted territory, guarded by gatekeepers

Who embrace the Kingdom but reject the Kindom

It is a place where grace is denied

 

The cries of the oppressed rise

From the rubble of Gaza where children starve and die

From the wire-filled waters of the Rio Grande, where hope is lost

From the cold streets of America,

Where the homeless are tossed and neglected

 

The empty cross stands guarded

 

But the risen Christ stands

Tears flowing, eyes raised, arms outstretched

With the oppressed, the addicted

The lost

The vulnerable

 

This is what he came for

To bring the rulers down from their thrones

To scatter the proud

To send the rich away empty

 

To fill the hungry

And lift up the humble

 

And we can stand with Jesus

Our tears mingling with his

Our feet covered with dust

Our hearts aching

 

We can stand resisting those who abuse power

And neglect the poor

And refuse to welcome the stranger

 

We can stand

With those who are hated, rejected, and reviled

 

Or we can linger in the halls of power

We can follow those who preach power and wealth

Who seek to become more by making others less

Who chose power over service

Profit over people

Hate over love

Lies over truth

 

We can stand with Jesus

Or we can stand against him

Crying “Lord, Lord”

As the sand crumbles beneath our feet

 

 


Thursday, March 7, 2024

Why?

I have stood on the edge of a midnight canyon

And called out my question into silent shadows:  Why?

 

Why suffering?  Why pain?

Why the hurt that haunts our lives?

Why the wrong that overwhelms the good?

 

I get no answer, only an echo.

I will go on asking

Until the next generation of questions takes my place.

Suffering will not have the last word

Not without challenge.

 

We may not know the reason

But we will have the dignity of the question.

          Steve Charleston (Spirit Wheel, p. 26)

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I am one of unsettled mind

And unsettled soul

And unsettled heart

 

I walk this world

As one who is not home

I am eternally homesick

I long for a place where I can rest

Where the pain will subside

And peace will flood my soul

 

Where I can sit with Julian

And say

“And all will be well”, “all manner of things shall be well”

 

Always there is that glimmer of hope

That heart knowledge that God is love

And God loves me

And that love permeates all

 

Always there is that whisper

That God will not abandon us, or this creation

And that resurrection, newness will always come

 

I remember that Sacred takes the very instruments of destruction

Serpents in the wilderness and cross

And transforms them, transfigures them

Into healing and life

 

Surely if Sacred can transform the cross

Even the foulest and most destructive of systems and people

Can be transformed

 

And out of the ashes of hate and fear

Authoritarianism and greed

Life can spring

 

But still, this world draws me away from such comfort

And my heart hurts

And my mind races

And faith falters

 

And thoughts come

And words too

That are not redemptive

Not kind

Not love

 

Ah Lord

In the middle of the questions

And in the uncertainty of a struggling world

Mute my fear

Calm my anger

Give me enough grace, at least enough

 

That I may be kind

That I may speak words of reconciliation

That I may challenge gently, with a soft front and a strong back

That I may ask the questions

And speak the truth as I see it

 

But never abandon love

Because Love will never abandon me

 

 


Wednesday, March 6, 2024

It's a good day to live

It is a good day to live…

 

Let me embrace each dawn as a gift

Let me walk the hours of day unafraid

With grace and faith unbounded.

Let evening find me close to those I love

Warming my soul by the fires of their laughter,

 

Let me sleep believing tomorrow will be a blessing.

          Steven Charleston  (Spirit Wheel)

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I am sitting in the dark

Waiting for the light to come

 

There is always that moment on long winter nights

As the snow falls and the wind howls

When I wonder

If the light will once again return

 

Will the sun rise over the frozen hills?

Will the clouds break and let

The brilliance of the sun

Set the world afire?

 

Sometimes if feels as if the light will never come

Or if it rises will do so weakly

Pale light

Which brings no warmth

No resolution to the cold bleakness

 

It is hard to have hope these days

So much of the world lies in the cold darkness

Of human suffering, oppression, inequality

Hate is piled on top of hate

Violence begets violence

 

And our eyes have become adjusted to the light

And daily we trod

Carefully,

Picking our way through the darkness

Leaving it untouched

 

Yet we are called to the light

To embrace it

And carry it

 

To be, not candles in the wind

But angel fire

People who set the world aflame

With hope

 

So let us rise

Let us raise our voices to the heavens

Declaring

It is a good day to live…

 

Let embrace this day as a gift

And walk through this troubled world unafraid

Full of grace and truth

 

May the Spirit burn like a fire

So that we walk in the light

And become light in the darkness

 

And may we join with others

In singing the song of hope and love

Joining our light together

So that the fire of God’s love

Sets the world aflame

 

And our souls are warmed

And hope is birthed

 

This is a good day to live

And serve

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His Word is a lamp unto my feet

A light upon my way

And I do well to pay it heed

Until the final day

Until the day dawns

And the morning star

Arises in your heart

Take this lamp and light your way

To your eternal home

                     John Fischer


Tuesday, March 5, 2024

Justice

“Learn to do good; seek justice, correct oppression; bring justice to the fatherless, and please the widow’s cause,” (Isaiah 1:17).

 

“He has told you, O man, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God?” (Micah 6:8).

 

“There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.”

Elie Wiesel

 

“In keeping silent about evil, in burying it so deep within us that no sign of it appears on the surface, we are implanting it, and it will rise up a thousandfold in the future. When we neither punish nor reproach evildoers, we are not simply protecting their trivial old age, we are thereby ripping the foundations of justice from beneath new generations.”

Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago 19181956

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What is justice?

 

Perhaps justice is as simple as a person getting

what they “deserve”

 

If I eat too much, I gain weight

That’s justice

It is justice too, of a sort,

If I do something risky and foolish and get injured

 

But justice is more than consequences

Justice is about setting things right

 

This is why Sacred demands justice

Love requires justice

It requires that if something is not right

It be corrected

 

It requires that if something is out of balance

That if one person has too much power

And another not enough

That be resolved

 

That if one person is harming another

The harm stop

But more, that repair begin

 

Justice is not just punitive

It is restorative

 

And justice is for all

The rules don’t change

Dependent on who you are

 

If there is justice

It doesn’t matter if you are rich or poor

A person who is white, or BIPOC

A person with power, or a powerless person

 

Justice demands that all be treated the same

Because in the eyes of God

In the heart of the Sacred

All are the same

 

All

 

Of all the dangers that are out there

In this angry and torn world

The loss of justice may be the greatest

The loss of justice may grieve God the most

 

Because a loss of justice is a loss of love

 

Justice has always been the last defense

Against hate, racism,

The abuse of power,

Greed

 

Justice has often been the one thing

That has saved us, as a nation

As a world

 

When justice dies

Countries die

People die

Hope dies

Love dies

 

When justice dies, evil thrives

We have seen it

All too often

 

And now we see it again

In a country that

Pledges “liberty and justice for all”

 

And yet

An unjust process

Created a tainted court

And now justice has died

 

And a malignant person of power

Is not getting what he deserves

Is not treated “equally”

 

And we are seeing the foundations of justice

Ripped out

Leaving us with a house built on sand

 

And so we must protest

We may not be able to prevent injustice

We may be powerless to keep our country from becoming

A place where justice, equity, equality

And thus love, have died

 

But we cannot slide into this abyss

In silence

 

As I hear the news

Watch a deeply flawed and abusive person

Play games with justice (and with our country)

As I watch a badly tainted (and even corrupt) SCOTUS

Deny justice

 

My heart hurts

It weeps for my beloved country

 

Because justice will be served

God’s justice will not be denied

 

God has always demanded justice

And justice has always meant bringing down the mighty

And lifting up the poor

 

“For three sins of Israel, even for four, I will not relent.

They sell the innocent for silver, and the needy for a pair of sandals.

They trample on the heads of the poor as on the dust of the ground

and deny justice to the oppressed…

 

Fallen is Virgin Israel, never to rise again, deserted in her own land,

with no one to lift her up.”  (Amos)

 

O Sacred One

O Love

We know that you always rebuild

But you often rebuild only after we have destroyed

After we have taken the path to devastation

 

Turn us around Lord

Wake us up!

Stir the fires of love and justice!

Give us voices to protest

Give us the resolve to choose wisely (and vote wisely)

 

May we choose justice over power

Justice over profit

Justice over retribution

 

For we would be your people

And walk in your way

Which is to walk humbly, in love and justice

With you


Saturday, March 2, 2024

Capitalism and other things

The time is coming when people will be insane, and when they will see someone who is not insane, they will attack that person saying: ‘You are insane because you are not like us.’

      Abba Anthony

 

I want to challenge [Christians] to form a stance on how one ought to walk the line between the creation of heavenly good and the formation of earthly goods. Capitalism has been at the forefront of the world’s largest beneficial leaps and behind the scenes in the perpetration of the world’s grossest injustices. It has been a force for good and evil.

      Grant Dunnavan

 

It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God.”

      Jesus, as quoted in Mark 10

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It was like a bomb dropped into the midst of the discussion

 

The foolish minister suggested that “blessed are the meek”

might refer not to weakness

but to the posture of following the example of Jesus

and humbling

 

That it might mean letting go of the need to put oneself forward,

To promote, protect, and benefit one’s self

And choosing instead to promote, protect, and benefit the person in front of us.

 

And then suggested we think of it in terms of the immigrants on the border

And the poor coming into the food bank

 

And in terms of our economic systems

 

And then he said the “C” word

Capitalism

 

Perhaps Capitalism, it was suggests

does not line up with the radicality of the Gospel

 

Boom

 

The foolish minister was of course me

And the discussion, actually, was healthy as we talked about how capitalism

has driven a lot of good things (and it has).  The world would probably not have seen the advancements it has seen, in medicine, technology, and more, if not for capitalism.

 

But we also had to face the fact that capitalism, for all of the ways it benefits society, is driven by individual desires to “get ahead.” 

 

This was once pointed out powerfully by the conservative economist Milton Friedman.  He was asked by Phil Donahue, “When you see the greed and the concentration of power, did you ever have a moment of doubt about capitalism and whether greed’s a good idea to run on?”

 

Quick as a wink, Friedman responded, “Is there some society you know that doesn’t run on greed? … What is greed? Of course, none of us are greedy. It’s only the other fellow who’s greedy. The world runs on individuals pursuing their separate interests.”

 

I have my issues with capitalism.  And, if the truth were told, I have issues with socialism.  I have trouble with pretty much every economic system that has been devised because they all, even the most altruistic, have one flaw.  They are established and run by human creatures.

 

And it doesn’t generally turn out well.  This is why, in 2021, the top 10 percent of Americans held nearly 70 percent of US wealth, and the bottom 50 percent held a mere 2.5 percent of the wealth.

 

Tickle-down doesn’t work.

When profit is the goal, and growth is the goal, the tendency is for wealth to flow up.

So we have historic profit margins, and no increase in the minimum wage.

We have people who have more money than they could ever possibly spend

And people who have no home, not enough food

People who are barely making it

Or not making it

 

It is easy to say it is the fault of the poor (we do this all of the time)

They make bad choices

They spend money on frivolous things

They….

 

Shame on them

 

I know about this

I have done it

Mea culpa

Mea maxima culpa

 

But this is where we are.  In a place where economic ideologies, and ideologies of power all take us away from the radicality of the gospel.  Of selling all and giving all.  Of making sure we all get there together.  Of picking up our cross and following.  Which means embracing the cost and loss of the following

 

And some of that loss may be painful

A loss of money

Power

Safety

Comfort

Surety

 

Instead, we are driven by a need for power

And a need to accumulate

And a need to be in control (be safe)

 

And we chase after leaders who promise us

Power, control, domination, wealth

 

And promise to remove anything, or anyone, who makes us uncomfortable

 

And so those furthest from God, out of touch with God’s way

Have great power

And they point at those who are not like them

Those who would welcome the immigrant

Who would take care of the poor

Who would embrace people who are LGBTQI+

 

And say

They are weak.

They are sheep

They are insane

They are snowflakes

They are anti-American

They

 

Martin Luther King Jr was accused of being maladjusted

Because he refused to accept the things the world had come to accept

Racism

Inequity

Violence

 

He responded by saying he was proud to be maladjusted

Because we cannot become comfortable with

We cannot adjust our minds and hearts to go along with

Racism

Inequity

Violence

 

We need to be maladjusted in a world where people have become adjusted

To the wrong things.

 

I don’t have a solution for greed

Or Donald Trump and the cult of retribution (now he is going to “get” MSNBC”  All enemies are now targets for annihilation)

I don’t have a solution for the desire for power and safety

 

I just know that the radicality of the Gospel

Challenges so many of the things I have become adjusted to, and comfortable with.

 

And I have to be willing to pick up the cross of change

The cross of humility

Even sacrifice

 

If I am going to be the kind of presence in this world

That Jesus wants me to be

 


Wednesday, February 28, 2024

Where is God

Through centuries God’s voice cried in the wilderness.  How skillfully it was trapped and imprisoned in the temples.  How often it was drowned or distorted?  Now we behold how it gradually withdraws, abandoning one people after another, departing from their souls, despising their wisdom.  The taste for the good has all but gone from the earth.  We heap spite upon cruelty, malice upon atrocity… There has never been more reason for human creatures to be ashamed than now. Silence hovers mercilessly over many dreadful lands.  The day of the Lord is a day without the Lord.  Where is God?

          Abraham Joshua Heschel, “I Asked for Wonder”

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Has God gone silent?

Has Jesus left the building?

 

Has the Sacred decided to depart

Is the day of the Lord without the Lord?

Where is God?

 

Is God gone, or have we simply silenced the voice of love

Have we drowned and distorted God’s Word

Have tried to contain the fire of the Spirit

The wild breath of God

In our sanctuaries and our creeds

 

We have attempted to trap the wind

We have slammed shut the windows of our sanctuaries

Hoping to contain that which cannot be contained

 

But a wind that cannot move cannot move us

 

We have attempted to enshrine the Sacred

We have invoked the name of God's most high

In the high places we have created

 

Claiming God in the halls of justice

In the stifling halls of power

 

But God is not there

The wind of God is blowing

In the wilderness

In poverty stricken cities,

 

God is tenting with the homeless

 

God is digging through the rubble of Gaza

 

The voice of God cries out in the wildernesses

Created by our greed, our hate, our lust for power

 

As we in the name of God

“heap spite upon cruelty, malice upon atrocity”

God shows up

 

Among those we would throw away

Exclude

Shame

Diminish

 

Where is God?

In the rubble of Rafah

Under a freeway overpass in America

In the waters of the Rio Grande

In a bombed-out building in Ukraine

 

God is

God is present

God is love and power mixed

 

God still speaks, still acts, still loves, still transforms

In the wild places

In the broken open places

Of great need

And great humility

 

If we go to church, it may well be

that we do NOT hear the voice of God

but if we go to a person in need

if we stand with an LGBTQI+ person

if we stand with the oppressed and suppressed

 

we might well hear God’s song of love

echoing in the wilderness


Monday, February 26, 2024

Wounds at work

Your wounds are hard at work making their sacred medicine in the hidden spaces below the scars. With loss, there may be nothing satisfying for you to reclaim. If a special person has died, or love went away, what we yearn for most is an impossible return. The sacred task at hand is to let yourself be reclaimed by something deeper than the immediacy of struggle and pain. This something need not be identified or fixated upon, but surrendered to.

          Pixie Lighthorse, The Wound Makes the Medicine

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What do we do with our pain?

What do we do when we are crushed by a parent’s death?

A lover’s betrayal?

What do we do when cancer comes?

When all the world unravels around us

and the righteous suffer, and the wicked prosper?

 

What do we do with the fear,

as hate and racism abound?

As inequity and injustice flourish?

As people worship power, and guns, and violence?

And love seems to lose, again and again, and again.

 

What do we do with the wounds,

with the broken parts of us?

 

Do we allow the pain to transform us?

Or do we go deep, to where Love dwells,

and allow the pain to be transformed?

 

Is it really that simple?

 

I do know that sometimes when I am hurt,

or when I am afraid, the pain transforms me

and makes me less.

 

It makes me angry, bitter, fearful, protective,

judgmental, and worse

 

I fear the hateful creep of fascism, and I become hate-filled.

Ugh

 

At other times what I have experienced makes me better, more.

It makes me more understanding and kinder,

it gives me the capacity to be “with” people in their pain,

and to promote healing.

 

It has been said that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.

People point to wood that has been broken and is now repaired

and how a patched section of wood has a new strength.

 

But is it not the pain

It is not that which broke the wood that has made it stronger.

It is the glue

 

It is not those things which tear us and erode us that make us stronger

It is the healing

created by Sacred Presence

 

As we allow God to reknit us, reform us

We do become stronger, different

New

 

We are torn and rent by many things

Our country, our world too, have been shredded

By hate and fear

By malignant leaders who grab power and abuse it

By war

By guns

By a love of domination

By greed

 

Those things can destroy us

They can never make us stronger

But

God is

Love is

And when God who is love

Is present in our lives

 

Healing happens

And when we are healed

We can be a force for healing

 

Thanks be to the God

Who makes all things new


Wednesday, February 21, 2024

prophets needed

Prophecy is the voice that God has lent to the silent agony, a voice to the plundered poor, to the profaned riches of the world

          Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel

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The world screams

The not-so-silent cry of a plundered planet

The wild rants of the rich and powerful

Shrouding silent screams of loneliness and fear

The soft sobbing of the abused, cowering

The whispered fear of children, wondering if today a shooter will come

The anguished pleas of the immigrant caught on razor wire

The desperate and angry words of the person caught in poverty and injustice

 

We hear them

The suffering ones

But we do not hear the silent agony of the soul

That deep rending pain

That can only be hinted at

Dropped into the world half-formed  

 

We too are often left speechless

We watch as evil people lie and manipulate

Belittle and bully

We hear fear disguised as patriotism

and prejudice portrayed as justice

We are overwhelmed by the hunger, the empty eyes,

Stunned by the bodies filling the doorways, sidewalks and underpasses

Because there is no room in the inn

 

But we cannot be silent

We must speak with

We must speak for

 

We must join our voice with others

And we must be the voice when all others are silent

We must respond to the silent agony

 

Hearing the words in the silence

Hearing the pain hidden in the hate-filled rants

The loneliness caught in the throat

The hopelessness unuttered

 

We must be a voice

Saying “This stops here”

“That is not the truth”

“There is hope”

“You are forgiven”

“You are loved”

 

Prophets all

We are called to proclaim God

To proclaim love

We are called to speak truth

 

And we are called to change the world

To claim and reclaim

To restore and transform

 

The arc of history may bend toward justice

Toward equity

Toward love

 

But only if we help bend it