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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, May 29, 2024

I'm Tired

I am tired

I am tired of saying “Love wins”

And then watching as hate wins

Time after time

 

I am tired of myopic extremists

Who in their certainty and arrogance

Are dividing the world into armed camps

 

I am tired of politicians who grab cheap and shallow talking points

And use them to exploit the vulnerabilities

Of a frightened and struggling populace

And then use their power

To both profit and control

 

I am tired of the lies

The hate

The racism

The resentment

 

I am tired

Of people who say they follow the Prince of Peace

Clinging to guns

And choosing the way of violence and intimidation

Who would rather caress an AR 15

Then keep a child alive

 

I am tired of the rich manipulating the system

To get richer

 

I am tired of seeing people without homes

hungry children

objectified and minimized women

oppressed minorities

tormented immigrants

 

I am tired of watching the planet burn

For the sake of profit

 

I am tired of the arrogant certainty

Of extremist liberals

And extremist conservatives

Who insist upon total capitulation to their ideals

And reject collaboration and comprise (which is not always bad)

 

I am tired of war

Tired of tyrants who abuse their power

Hate-filled groups like Hamas

Cruel leaders like Netanyahu and Putin

 

Tired of watching children, covered with dust and blood

Mourning over the shattered bodies of their fathers

And mothers

 

I AM TIRED OF PEOPLE ALIGNING THEMSELVES WITH THE WORST VALUES IN THE WORLD AND THE WORST PEOPLE IN THE WORLD

Hoping that somehow

They will profit

They will become secure

They will have power

They will get even

They will dominate

 

We are far from Eden Lord

Far from the Kingdom of God

It is not on earth as it is in heaven, not even close

And we are not being your people

 

We are not bringing the Kingdom closer

We are denying it day by day by day

Choice by choice                                 

Vote by vote

 

The foul beast of hate slouches toward Jerusalem

And Moscow

And Washington DC

 

Yeats had it right

The Best Lack All Conviction, while the Worst

Are Full Of Passionate Intensity

 

May we hear your voice O God of Love

May it thunder in our hearts

And echo in our souls

 

May we hear you calling

As we struggle through this wilderness

Of hate and fear

 

“prepare the way for the Lord

make straight in the desert a highway for Love

 

May every valley shall be raised up, every mountain and hill made low;

May the rough ground become level, and the rugged places a plain.

May the glory of the Lord be revealed, and all people see it together (Isaiah 40)

 

May we make the way

By walking (McLaren)

 

I may be tired Lord

We are all tired

But you can renew our strength

so that our souls might soar on wings like eagles;

so that we can run and not grow weary, and walk and not be faint.

 

Or at least

Make it through today

 

 

 


Tuesday, May 28, 2024

Dare to Believe

It’s anxiety that we feel, yes, and a tender, sweet, piercing sadness, not just for ourselves, but also for everyone and everything everywhere, all at once… We feel this doom because we are awake, at least partially awake.  The more we wake up, the worse we feel.  It’s so tempting to fall back to sleep.

 

No wonder certain politicians hate the idea of being ‘woke.”  It’s because of our common sense and uncommon sensitivity that we feel this way.  It’s our moral seriousness, our commitment to keep our eyes open, even through tears.

          Brian McLaren  (Life After Doom)

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I cannot help it

I am painfully awake

 

There is a certain peace that comes with sleep

A blissfulness that comes from

Closing one’s eyes

And dreaming sweet dreams

 

Of justice and peace

Of equity and equality

 

I long for that peaceful kingdom

Where there are no enemies

Where no one hurts or destroys

And the earth is full of love

 

Where we are soaked in kindness and mercy

 

But I cannot sleep

My eyes are open, and what I have seen

Cannot be unseen

 

And my heart hurts

Not just for those marginalized and minimized

Not just for those crushed by injustice

Treated like objects

Denied a voice

 

But for those who are not awake

Who do not see

 

Whose ears are filled with lies

Whose minds and hearts are closed

 

Who in their own

Anxiety and fear choose answers

That do not work

 

Choose dominion and coercion

Choose judgment and retribution

Choose hate and violence

 

Those who in their desire to escape

Their own spiritual hunger

Scratch and claw their way toward wealth

 

And so, the tears come

For it feels too big

Too big to solve

Irredeemable

 

Whether I like it or not

I must “dance with doom” (McLaren)

 

It is a dance that changes me

It can make me hard, and better

Angry and hateful

 

Or, if I dare believe

Dare believe that the Kingdom will come

That love will ultimately win

That Sacred has not abandoned us (although we have ignored Sacred)

 

It can make me

Kinder, stronger, more compassionate

 

It can strengthen my resolve

To wake up

Stand up

And walk through each day

Refusing to let Doom win

Choosing to walk with eyes wide open

(though filled with tears)

 

With a mind and a heart

And with hands

Wide open too


Saturday, May 25, 2024

True greatness

In order to live a moral life, a good life, anubuntu life, we must commit to a life of love that meansseeing all the things.See your neighbor suffering and do something about it.

          Jacqui Lewis

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It begs the question

 

What does it mean to be great?

What does greatness look like?

 

Does it mean to be bigger?

Stronger

Richer

Smarter

Comelier

Or more talented?

 

Is it about the ability to win,

To dominate,

To control,

To impose your will on others.

 

To accumulate power and wealth

 

When people cry, “Make America Great Again!”

What do they mean?

 

It seems clear that for many greatness looks like

looks like those who have

the wealth, the fame

even the notoriety

 

It looks like have the adoration of the crowds

It looks like being above the law

(or being able to manipulate it for your own purposes)

 

It looks like

Donald J Trump

Elon Musk

Jeff Bezos

 

It looks like the superstar

The beautiful ones

The rich ones

 

Even the “Evangelical Dictionary of Biblical Theology says

Greatness is about being bigger, larger, and more powerful

(which may explain a lot about the current “evangelicals”)

 

But in the realm of the Sacred

Greatness looks like Jesus

 

Jesus

Pink and squalling in a manger

Teaching and healing

Kneeling in the dust, washing feet

 

Jesus

On a cross

 

It looks like the worst nightmare of MAGA America

And even most of the rest of us

 

Paul had it right when he wrong

“Let the same mind be in you that was in Christ Jesus,

who, though he existed in the form of God, did not regard equality with God

as something to be grasped, but emptied himself,

taking the form of a slave, assuming human likeness.

And being found in appearance as a human, he humbled himself

and became obedient to the point of death —     even death on a cross”

 

Greatness looks like love

Being there for others

 

Greatness “is patient; and kind;

It is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude.

It does not insist on its own way;

it is not irritable;

it keeps no record of wrongs;

it does not rejoice in wrongdoing but rejoices in the truth.

It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.”

 

Greatness having a love that never fails

It looks like Jesus


Wednesday, May 22, 2024

to be hopeful

To be hopeful in bad times is not just foolishly romantic. It is based on the fact that human history is a history not only of cruelty but also of compassion, sacrifice, courage, and kindness. What we choose to emphasize in this complex history will determine our lives. If we see only the worst, it destroys our capacity to do something. If we remember those times and places — and there are so many — where people have behaved magnificently, this gives us the energy to act, and at least the possibility of sending this spinning top of a world in a different direction. And if we do act, in however small a way, we don’t have to wait for some grand utopian future. The future is an infinite succession of presents, and to live now as we think human beings should live, in defiance of all that is bad around us, is itself a marvelous victory

          Howard Zinn, quoted by Brian McLaren

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I can read

I see the polls

I read the comments from people on posts and memes on Facebook

 

I can see the rise of hate and racism

The raw lust for power

The desire to control, even to oppress

The desire for retribution

 

I see lies embraced as truth

Smallness embraced as greatness

 

And I despair

 

And that is good

I need to feel the pain!

I need to see the evil.

I need to panic, as Greta Thunberg once suggested

and act as if we are on the “eve of destruction”

because we are

 

There is no use pretending

I can’t just change the channel

This is our reality

 

Despair is needed

But so is hope

 

We need to hold despair and hope together

 

Hope without despair can lead to complacency

God has this, so I don’t have to do anything

Love always wins (eventually)

So I don’t have to do anything

 

But despair can lead to complacency as well

If there is nothing that can be done

To create equity, or justice, or even common decency

 

Why try?

 

We need despair, to see the world as it is

But

We also need hope. The belief that even as we despair

Even as the world burns

Even as malignant people are worshiped

And domination and cruelty are embraced

 

That even then

We can do small things

We can do hard things

We can do loving and kind things

 

We can, and should, do something

For God is working God’s purpose out

As year succeeds to year

 

God is working that purpose out through us

And we!

We should live “in defiance of all that is bad around us”

We can live in defiance

 

We need despair

But we also need hope

The despair of Good Friday

The hope of Easter

 

But above all, we need the reality of Pentecost


Tuesday, May 21, 2024

Not Observers

We are not the observers of history, but participants

As close to home as the love we share,

As far as the most distant village, our choices count.

We make hope happen.  We turn the wheel of time.

          Steven Charleston

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We make history

We make and re-make

The world around us

 

Sometimes I doubt that

It all feels so hopeless

And I feel so powerless

 

I watch toxic people escape justice

I see the rich use the existing systems to exploit the poor

I see racism ooze out of people’s souls

I read comments that are nothing but hate

Vomited on a Facebook post or page

 

And it seems inevitable

As if evil wins, and wins, and wins

 

I have a friend

A black person

Who when he was six

Saw his father violently pulled from his car by the police

For driving in the “wrong” neighborhood

 

He says it has always been this way

This world

Full of racism and hate

Full of people who want to dominate

Get even

Humiliate

Oppress

Exclude

Eradicate

 

It has always been this way in American

For him, for his people,

 

But he functions from hope!

Because?

Because?

 

God!

God is

God is love

God is love incarnate

 

And with God in us

And God in us

God working through us

Can do more than we can even ask or imagine (Eph 3)

 

We can hit the streets

We can feed the hungry

We can welcome the unwelcome

We can clothe the naked

We can be a cup of cool water for the thirsty

We can

 

Make hope happen

 

It is easy to despair

Despair is where we are at

The answer?

God’s people living as God’s people

Being God’s people

 

It is time for hope


Sunday, May 19, 2024

Raised with Scars

The Ascension

 

There is a silly joke about a preacher who found three little boys sitting on a curb playing hooky from school. Thinking he could motivate them into better behavior, he admonished them on the need to follow the rules and ended his lecture with the question, “Don’t you want to go to heaven?”  There's nothing like the threat of damnation to get people to toe the line.

 

“I sure do,” two of the boys answered, but the third replied, “No sir.” “What’s the matter?” said the preacher.  “You mean you don’t want to go to heaven when you die?” “Oh, when I die!” exclaimed the youngster. “Of course I do, when I die. I thought you were getting up a crowd to go right now.”

 

Today is Ascension Sunday.  That day when the church focuses on the final leave-taking of Jesus from his disciples. This is the day, or so the story goes, that Jesus ascended to heaven, leaving his disciples staring into heaven.

 

If you have ever seen paintings representing the ascension, you will find that they almost universally show a glowing, beautiful, perfect Jesus, with clean flowing hair, and an amazing white robe, surrounded by clouds, headed via the express lane to heaven.  And the hint is that Jesus is leaving all the travail of earth behind, and is headed off to glory in the heavens.

 

I think those pictures have it wrong!

 

Think about all the other post-resurrection appearances of Jesus!

The appearance to the disciples, and later to Thomas, and to the men on the road to Emmaus.  There is his arrival by the sea of Galilee, where he sits by the fire and cooks breakfast

 

The post-resurrection Jesus is not a repaired, sanitized, ethereal Jesus

It is the same Jesus who walked through the dust of the earth

Who ate meals with his friends

The same Jesus who was arrested, beaten, killed on a cross, and pierced with a spear

 

Richard Rohr, in talking about that famous encounter between Thomas and the Risen Jesus (John 20:19-28) says that this “is not really a story about believing in the fact of the resurrection but a story about believing that someone could be wounded and also resurrected at the same time!

 

When Jesus went back to God, it was very much the same kind of deal as when he came from God.

 

He came from God as a very human baby.  Born in poverty

Delivered in humble place, surrounded by animals and the dregs of society

He came fully entering into our mess

The pain and poverty, and all the rest

 

And whether we think about it symbolically or literally, I believe that when Jesus went back to God, he went back with dusty feet,

And hands smelling like fish and robes smelling like campfire smoke

I think he went back, as dark, Semitic man with frantic hair

And I believe he went back with holes in his hands and feet

And a wound in his side

 

I believe Jesus was raised with Scars

 

Jesus descended to earth, bringing God to us

When on earth he experienced it all

He took it all on, the pain, the grief, the misery, the joy, the love

 

And when he ascended, he took it all with him. He maintained that intimate connection with we human creatures, and with our pain, and hate, and fear and all the stuff of humanity.

 

There is a bridge between us and Jesus

Created by shared pain and hurt

A share woundedness

 

The Ascended Christ hasn’t relinquished his engagement with us

He shared our experience,

And shares it still

 

I love the way Richard Rohr puts it.  “God loves you by becoming you!”

To think about it another way, Jesus is a wounded healer!

As we read in Isaiah 53, “…he was wounded for our transgressions, crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the punishment that made us whole, and by his bruises we are healed.

 

In the Spirit God becomes incarnate in us, and experiences with us everything we experience.

 

God is present in our racing pulse when we are afraid

In our singing heart when we are in love, or the Aurora Borealis

In our noisy brain when we are overwhelmed

In our gut when we are upset

 

God is in us through it all, as savior

Lover

Guide

Advocate

Comforter

 

Doing the God thing!

Changing

Challenging

Moving

Transforming

Reconciling, comforting, teaching,

 

Making us new

Lifting us up into a new way of doing life

 

And we, when we are lifted up into newness, are also called to stay connected with this world.

With all its hunger, pain, homelessness, and addiction

And racism.

Our faith is not a ticket out of this world but is a call to engage in this world more deeply.

 

We take it all on, touching the pain fear and hate

as best we can, with God’s love

and transforming it, with that love

 

We are the ongoing incarnation, the ongoing ministry of Jesus

We are in the mix

And we can be present for others, we can engage with them compassionately, and appropriately because we have been there.

 

And frankly, much of the time, we are going through the same struggles as everyone around us. 

 

Paul talks about it all the time:

 I do not do the things that I want, but the things I do not want to do I do (Rom 6)

I don’t mean to say I am perfect. I haven’t learned all I should even yet, but I keep working toward that day when I will finally be all that Christ saved me for and wants me to be (Phil. 3:12)

 

We may act as Christ’s ambassadors, but we represent Jesus not as those who are above

Not as those who are better, wiser, stronger, but as those who are WITH

We may be full of the Spirit and made new

But we are still fearful, angry, and all the rest. 

We like Jesus are the resurrected wounded

 

So we do not need to be afraid of the depths and breadths of our own lives

of our failures and mistakes, of those dark moments when we wound ourselves or are wounded by others

 

Those moments give us understanding.  And humility.  And compassion.

God uses it all, making “all things work together for good” (Romans 8)

Enabling us to reach out to a shattered and fragmented world

and touch not only our own wounds but the wounds of other

 

We can minister to those who are fearful, because we have been fearful, because we are still fearful.  We know what fear is, we feel it in our bones….

So we can meet people in their fear, taking with us Sacred Presence, and all the resources of God.  We can help them with their fear, even as we struggle with our own.

 

We can help with who are angry, because we have walked in anger

We can help those who have failed, because we have failed

 

Henri JM Nouwen writes these powerful words in this book, The Wounded Healer.  “Who can listen to a story of loneliness and despair without taking the risk of experiencing similar pains in his own heart and even losing his precious peace of mind?  ….Who can take away suffering without entering it?

Who indeed?

 

Churches often have signs outside that say “come as you are”

That is it exactly!  Comes as you are!  With all your baggage.  All your fear.  All your wounds.  All your imperfections.  Come as you are, saint and sinner. 

 

For it is the fact that we are empowered and rescued “as we are”

That enables us, in the power of the Spirit, to touch a hurting world.

With understanding and compassion. 

And love


Saturday, May 18, 2024

Line in the Sand

Our line in the sand is clear.

Love compromised is faith denied.

          Steven Charleston

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If we can recite bible verses without end

If we have memorized a catechism perfectly

If our theology is immaculate

 

If we hold vast to the social norms of our ancestors

Deeming them holy (indeed)

 

If we loudly proclaim that we are for

Family values

and are pro-life

 

If we thump a “God Bless the USA Bible”

And arrogantly push our faith

As “the faith”

 

If we brag and boast

And post short reels of Christianity

Strutting its stuff

 

But have not love

 

We are denying our faith!

 

If we protest for Gaza

and stand up for women

and the marginalized

 

and make noises

about feeding the hungry

and clothing the naked

and housing the homeless

and protecting the vulnerable

 

but forget to love

 

we are denying our faith.

 

Words are words

Creeds are creeds

Values are values

They may speak of love, insist on love, tout love

But they are not love

 

Love is not insisting on “our own way”

It is not controlling or coercing

It cannot be legislated

Or imposed at gunpoint

 

Love never stirs up hate for the sake

Of power or wealth

Or even “rightness”

Love does not follow leaders whose power comes from hate

 

Love is a blanket

A place to stay

 

Love is respect

listening

giving

serving, caring

feeling

 

Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable; it keeps no record of wrongs; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

 

Faith enables us to love

Love is the fruit of faith

 

Do we believe enough in God (who is love)

Do we feel safe enough in God

Do we trust God enough

 

To love?


Wednesday, May 15, 2024

Night Prayers

Night is drawing near.  Soon the night prayers will begin

The after-hours prayers

The prayers without the need for words

Spoken from the heart

The language of those who work the late shift of sorrow

 

Night prayers turn bar rooms into churches

Motels into temples, truck stops into shrines

Night prayers are first-time prayers

Last-change prayers, prayers tossed up into the stars

To see if anyone is there to catch them.

Prayers without expectation

          Steven Charleston

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Welcome to the fellowship of the lost

The lonely

The scared

The anguished

 

Welcome to that desperate space

Where all hope is gone

And expectation has been sucked into the vortex

 

We are the people who sit

In the eerie glow of computer screens

The flickering light on televisions

 

Who linger on the fringes of the light

Peering out of the darkness

Of fear and hate

 

We are those manipulated by those

With small souls

And big needs

 

We are those who go chasing after solutions

That are not solutions

Who think power and wealth will make us

Powerful and wealthy

Instead of small and impoverished

 

We are the night prayers

Who pray prayers of desperation

Who pray for things we should not pray for

Power

Revenge

Retribution

Affluence

 

We do not know how to pray and yet we pray (Romans 8)

Tossing our tortured words heavenward

Hoping against hope

 

May you catch our prayers

And may the anguished groans of the Spirit

(for we must make you weep)

Embrace our fear,

Our selfishness

 

May the Spirit transform our prayers

And return them to our hearts (Psalm 35)

 

and thus returned

transform our hearts and minds

and make us new

 

so let us pray


Tuesday, May 14, 2024

It is time

Time to begin again this good work

We have been sent to do

To feed the hungry, heal the sick, care for the poor

All of these tasks and a thousand more stand before us…

 

We can debate our faith in the evening over coffee

Now is the time for all of us

To be out in the fields of change

          Steven Charleston

_____________________________

 

Here we are

Huddled in the pews of a thousand churches

Hovering over our keyboards

Pontificating on Facebook, X, and Threads

 

Muttering under our breath

About how our SCOTUS has been bought

How justice is perverted

 

Stressing over creeping authoritarianism

And the reality that

All are NOT equal under the law

Not here

Not now

 

Lamenting the deaths in Gaza (and yes, Israel too, and yes

Ukraine, Syria, Somalia, Sudan and more

 

Arguing about who Jesus loves

And whose interpretation of the Bible is most correct

 

Complaining about

Access to health care, and the suicide rate

And fentanyl

And

And

 

Worrying about our own personal woes, fears

Losses

And anxieties

 

Arguing with each other about

Gaza protests

Guns

Abortion

 

To what end?

 

It is time

It is time to begin again this good work

To get off our well-padded behinds

And get to work

 

Feeding the hungry

Developing housing

Fighting for justice (I know it feels impossible)

Sharing love and compassion

 

Welcoming strangers

Affirming those who are queer

 

Talk, talk, talk

I am so sick of talk

I am so sick of talking (and writing)

 

It is time

 

To leave behind the golden calf

To leave behind the idols of power and wealth

To leave behind toxic leaders who manipulate us

And create fear and division

 

It is time

 

To be the church

To be the people of Jesus

To be people who put everything on the line

 

For love


Saturday, May 11, 2024

Live

Come stand with me on a wilder shore

Where age is no impediment to dreams

And life begins anew each dawn

When the Spirit whispers in your ear

 

We are not bound by illness

Or chained to time

But live with such a future in our hearts

Jealous death cannot contain it

Even if one day death will try

          Steven Charleston

_______________________________

 

The road behind is long

It is a hot mess of twists and turns

and meanders up and down

into heights of joy

and into valleys of darkness

 

there are places

where the flotsam of failure

the rubble of shattered dreams

obliterate and obscure

 

looking back

there is pain and regret

at the wreckage

 

but joy too

for those times when I ran

wild and free

 

the road ahead

ah

I may believe

It goes ever on and on (Tolkien)

Stretching perhaps

Into eternity

 

But I am well into

This part of my journey

And I can see the end from here

 

And feel it too

 

And yet the way ahead is clear

If I choose

There are no impediments

 

Life begins again, and again

Each new morning

A little Easter

 

The old has passed away

Behold the new has come

 

There are so many little deaths

And there will be a death

A final breath

 

And yet life is irresistible

And the Spirit whispers in my ear

Live!

Live!

 

Joy comes with the morning

And this day

Is full of possibilities

And I am free

To go with God

 

Into the brightness

 


Wednesday, May 1, 2024

My words will not last

My words will not last,

No matter how wise they may seem

For time will dust them away,

In its endless task of cleaning

 

But if by grace I am able to inspire

One other soul to love

To take the risk of love, for the sake of love

Then I will have written something that will forever endure

For it will be written on the heart of another human being…

 

Words will one day pass away

But the love we release into creation will never be lost

          Steven Charleston

__________________________

 

I wake this morning

Knowing that some morning

I will not wake

 

My tired rising

My aching body

The haunted face in the mirror

Give testimony to my mortality

 

Statisticians say I am maxed out

(life expectancy for males having dropped in 2021 to 73)

A sobering thought

That one is living on borrowed time

 

So I wander, back along my stumbling steps

Wondering

About the sum of my life

 

I have done some good

I have done things that are a cause for shame

I am kind and cruel

I am disciplined and impulsive

I am giving and needy

 

I have helped people and hurt people

I have been someone to admire

And a profound disappointment

 

And I have written a lot of words

Words

Words

Words

 

Three books

A blog

Sermons

Posts

 

Words

Some of them are powerful

Some of them insipid

 

Words on paper

Words on a screen

Words spoken into the air

To ears listening and not listening

 

Ah

But have I written on any hearts?

Have I been able to stop being assertive

Stop being “right”

Stop being the one who “knows it all”

Stop being opinionated

 

Have I been able to put my impulsive need

For praise, for admiration

For comfort

For acceptance

Enough

To think of others?

 

Have I had moments when I have listened

Been kind

Been giving

 

Have I loved?

 

Have I been one who has

Released love into creation

As much as I have released need into creation?

And fear

 

I know that I am loved

By Love

I know that when the averages find me

I will return to love

But it would be nice to think

 

That I have left more than empty words behind

 

That I have left some love behind

Planted somewhere

In someone’s heart