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

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



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