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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



Thursday, January 30, 2025

Waiting to be free

“Men are so quick to blame the gods: they say

that we devise their misery. But they

themselves- in their depravity- design

grief greater than the griefs that fate assigns.”

          Homer, The Odyssey

 

“The depravity of man is at once the most empirically verifiable reality but at the same time the most intellectually resisted fact.”

          Malcolm Muggeridge

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Thank you, Facebook, for your memes, posts, and reels

(and YouTube and Twitter too)

 

without you I might have failed to perceive

how bad it is

 

how bad we are

how full of ego, hate, fear

racism

 

how empty of compassion and generosity

 

how incapable we are of joy

empathy

even a simple celebration of something good

 

it matters not what the topic is

it might be something political

or religious

 

it might be about sports

basketball, football, or soccer

 

but it really doesn’t matter

it can be a story about kindness

 

it might show kittens or dogs

incurably cute

 

no matter

in they come

the toxic males (and sometimes females)

who have to prove how

tough/athletic/smart (add your own word) they are

 

commenting, judging, correcting, minimizing

marginalizing

 

no hit is too brutal (players today are weak)

the rules (that keep players from brain damage) are silly

(when I played, we played real football)

 

The people who could

of course, do it better, even if they can’t do it at all

 

those who have to prove their knowledge

(but are often wrong)

 

the second guessers

the judgers

the haters

 

the racists and fascists

“if the right people had won the war,  England would be a lot whiter”

 

they are like piranhas

feeding off of each other

stripping the bones of their victims

 

invective piled on invective

hate piled on hate

until all decency is gone

 

thank you

for the reminder that we are a mess

that we have lost touch with our original blessing

that sin is real

and depravity is a thing

 

thank you because it reminds me

how much hurt there is

how much fear pain, and insecurity exists

how much we despise ourselves

(and project that on others)

 

thank you for helping me to look at myself honestly

for reminding me how much our world needs understanding

and love

 

thank you for reminding me

that there is so much work to do

the hard work

of reconciliation

 

be kind and compassionate Paul tells us

Yours is a ministry of reconciliation

 

OK

I’ll try

 

Sometimes all I can do is silence

or avoidance

 

and sometimes the best I can do

is prayer

for them, for me, for all of us

 

for behind all that “depravity”

is a child of God

waiting to be set free

 

 

 

Tuesday, January 28, 2025

Its not all about me

As I fell asleep each night, Papa Ji would sing the Mool Mantr, the foundational verse that opens the Guru Granth Sahib, our sacred canon of musical wisdom. It begins with the utterance “Ik Onkar,” which means Oneness, ever-unfolding. “All of Sikh wisdom flows from here,” Papa Ji would say. All of us are part of the One. Separateness is an illusion: There is no essential separateness between you and me, you and other people, you and other species, or you and the trees. You can look at anyone or anything and say: You are a part of me I do not yet know.

          Valerie Kaur (Sage Warrior)

 

“ALL IS ONE”

While we cannot understand an infinite universe, we can remember we are part of something infinitely larger than ourselves. When our own lives seem small and pointless, it can be helpful to remember that our lives are just pinpricks in a much vaster story. For us to live a self-centered lives would be like the internal organs deciding to become free agents. Sometimes our lives only make sense if we give them on behalf of a larger context.

          Jim Rigby

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my incapsulate self

has shattered

 

there are pieces of me scattered

everywhere

 

they have assaulted me

and occupy my head, my heart, and my soul

 

those people who are not me

are not like me

 

those whose thoughts, values, priorities

perceptions

differ from mine

 

I have given them so much power!

like demons they torment me

they make me sick

physically and spiritually

 

I do not understand them

they do not understand me

we are alienated one from another

 

any yet, the great teachers remind us

Jesus, Buddha, Nanak

we are all one

and our oneness should be ever-unfolding

 

be of one mind

live in peace!

 

as if

 

but that is the problem isn’t it

“they” or so I believe

do not see the beauty and value of people who are

queer, immigrant, poor, old, mentally ill

“not white”

 

they are focused on money and power

they live in a world they have created and does not exist

 

they are without compassion

retributive by nature

and cruel

the list could go on

 

they on the other hand

see me, and those like me

as clueless, arrogant, weak,

faithless

 

as people with the wrong values,

priorities, thoughts

and perceptions

 

they are other to me

I am other to them

we are divided

 

and we will stay that way

in this abnormal and toxic place

until

 

until I can see

that we are all part of a Sacred unity

we all participate in and share the same Sacred reality

 

we all, originally come from Love

 

until I can understand

separateness is an illusion

and that person over there

who I have decided to hate, or fear

dehumanize or deride

 

whom I have chosen to ignore and neglect

or oppress and manipulate

is part of me

 

that each person

is “a part of me I do not yet know”

 

I can lament what is happening

but it is happening to all of us

 

even if another does not understand

in the same way, I do what is happening

it is still happening

 

not just to me

but to them

 

we share the same planet

the same nation

the same future

 

staying divided will not solve our problems

seeing the other as other

will not get us where we need to go

 

I am not Jesus, Buddha, Nanak.

(painfully obvious)

 

but perhaps I can learn

maybe as I stop, and breathe

reflect and open my soul

 

to allow Sacred Presence

to soften my hard edges

change how I see

calm the demons

 

so that I can see them as a part of me

I do not yet know

and live accordingly

 

Will they see me that way?

at some level, it does not matter

I must do

what I am called to do

 

love Sacred

love myself

and love the other 

 


Sunday, January 26, 2025

Being found

“For most of my life, I have struggled to find God, to know God, to love God. I have tried hard to follow the guidelines of the spiritual life—pray always, work for others, read the Scriptures—and to avoid the many temptations to dissipate myself. I have failed many times but always tried again, even when I was close to despair.

 

Now I wonder whether I have sufficiently realized that during all this time God has been trying to find me, to know me, and to love me. The question is not “How am I to find God?” but “How am I to let myself be found by him?” The question is not “How am I to know God?” but “How am I to let myself be known by God?” And, finally, the question is not “How am I to love God?” but “How am I to let myself be loved by God?” God is looking into the distance for me, trying to find me, and longing to bring me home.”

          Henri J.M. Nouwen, The Return of the Prodigal Son: A Story of Homecoming

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how are we to be found?

as we blunder through each day

trying to make life happen

 

trying to find success, power, wealth, and love

seeking, manipulating, grasping

 

we are so busy

so occupied

that we fail to notice

the beauty underfoot

the truth when it is there, right in front of us

 

instead, we trample on the good

and create our own truth

blindly striving

 

trying to make it work

to make reality fit our preconceptions

we recreate the world

an alternative reality

we create God in our own image

 

and we become impervious

to truth and love

unable to find the way

and we subvert life

 

 

Lord, you seek us

You find us, every day

You meet us where we are

 

And say

 

Come home

 

Lord help us come to our senses

help us to quiet the noise

loosen our fists

open our hearts

 

that we might give you room

in our souls

to love us

 

and then secure in that love

let us be found

forgiven

loved

 

until our longing is satisfied

our fear allayed

and we can

quiet and reject the voices of hate and fear

that are within

that assail us from without

 

and embrace  the truth

and walk in your way

Thursday, January 23, 2025

See the Sacred

Dear God, please reveal to us

Your Sublime

Beauty 

That is everywhere, everywhere, everywhere

 

So that we will never again

Feel frightened

 

My divine love, my love

Please let us touch

Your face

          Rumi per Daniel Ladinsky (Love Poems from God)

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It is easier than we might think

to lose sight

of all that is sacred, all that is love,

 

as the planet burns

and foul people consolidate power

and plan evil

 

as we are besieged from every side

by hate and fear

 

we can no longer see

the divine

 

we are lost

stumbling, flailing and gasping

as those in the midst of a conflagration

where there is only flame

and smoke

and darkness

 

all is lost!

we cry

 

ah, dear ones

look up

 

where does our help come from?

who can rescue us from ourselves?

 

cannot the Power that created the mountains

that lifted them up

lift up you and me?

 

I gaze in awe at the mountain

 

after what now is

is no more

after we and our troubles

and those who consider power a thing to be grasped

have vanished from history

 

that mountain will still be there

soaring into the sky

 

and even if

“all the greed and corruption destroys

even a place like this

it will bide its time, heal, and be beautiful again,

whether we are here to see it or not”*

 

it is true!

it is undeniable

on the face of the mountain

in the eyes of a baby

in the wrinkles of an old soul

 

we can see

the face of God

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*this section was inspired by a comment from my friend

 and brilliant soul, Robert Crawford.  Who managed to survive me glancing

 a discus off his skull in high school.


Wednesday, January 22, 2025

This little light of mine

I believe the gospel itself… is primarily communicated by richly symbolic human lives that operate as prime attractors and exemplars: through actions visibly done in love; by a nonviolent, humble, simple, liberated lifestyle; by a happy identification with poor and excluded people; by obvious happiness itself; and by concrete and visible people who “give others reasons for spiritual joy”... When such people then speak or act, their words burn, and their actions convict! 

          Richard Rohr (Daily Medications 1/12/2025

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I believe the gospel

do I?

I believe in Jesus

Lover, disturber, martyr

 

The one who said “Live like this”

 

But do I believe in the Christ

The ever-present presence

In me

Hope

 

There is so much that is anti-Christ

There are so many people, we can name them

Who lie and divide, and promote hate and chaos

 

But there are systems too.

Oppressive, foul, dishonest, cruel, greedy

Without empathy

 

They pull us back

These anti-Christs

Back into the darkness,

Back into fear, and hate, into obscene consumption

Into hoarding

 

Until we pile power and wealth around us

So that we do not implode into our own emptiness

 

They pull us away from Christ.

Who draws all to himself

All to compassion and service

To truth

And love

 

They have power!!!

But

Are we powerless?

 

Do we not contain all that is holy and good

Does it not roar through our souls like wind and fire

Like flame driven by a Santa Ana wind?

 

Changing us forever

 

Can we not so live

Like the saints and the mystics

and draw people forward

Into the light?

 

People are drawn to the light.

There may be people who are anti-Christ

But we are Christ’s presence

We are the light of the world

 

And now more than ever

We have to shine

Monday, January 20, 2025

The Kingdom

the Kingdom of God

the Kingdom of Heaven

the Kingdom is near

at hand

within reach

 

it is the treasure we reach for

rather than hope for

it is the reality we live into being

 

we think we understand kingdom

kingdoms come through power

they conquer

and dominate and control

 

they are willing to do anything to grow

anything

others

 

brutality is a tool

intimidation and humiliation too

making others less

marginalizing and minimizing

expelling, eradicating

 

I am thinking of kingdoms today

the kingdom of earth

the kingdom of America

 

ruled by shaped by

what?

 

not God

not love, justice, and joy

 

we see the kingdom of earth personified

in one swathed in scandal

unrestrained, unaccountable

one with no interest beyond what he can put in his pocket

and what he can put over on a kingdom

of the angry and resentful

the fearful

who embrace and cheer

 

Thy kingdom come!

what can I do today

how can I reach out and help pull it into being

 

that kingdom shaped by self-giving and sacrifice

through compassion and reconciliation

a kingdom that seeks to serve

protect all (all)

 

on this day when the Kingdom of Love

seems out of reach

fading, disintegrating beneath the weight

of hate and ego

 

let us reach for the kingdom,

and each other

 

Sunday, January 19, 2025

We will not break

We may bend but we will not break. We may struggle but we will not surrender. We are the family of hope. We are people from around the world who believe in a peaceful future for the Earth and all her children. We value love and practice justice. We are keepers of a promise made long ago. We are the unexpected change that many have prayed to see.

          Steven Charleston

 

When you pass through the waters, I will be with you,

    and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you;

when you walk through fire you shall not be burned,

    and the flame shall not consume you.

          Isaiah 43:2

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We live in a world of wildfires

And floods

 

Constantly threatened

On the edge of doom

 

Hurricanes, droughts,

Wars

Fascism, genocide

 

Wave after wave the waters come

Driven by the winds of

Hate and fear

 

Roaring, driven by the wind

It has created

The fires rage

 

Where do we go when the floods come?

          How do we escape the fire?

 

We seek a hiding place, where we can be safe

A rock on which to stand

 

But sometimes we cannot hide.

And underfoot is nothing but sinking sand

We will pass through the waters

We will be burned

 

The flickering light t of our computer screens and smart TVs

Proclaim impending doom

 

Breathe

Deeply

Remember, remember, remember

Sacred is woven into the planet

Sacred dwells in us

 

Even though, even though, even though

Malevolence is certified,

the planet burns,

And hate seems to prevail

(where o where is love)

 

We believe (help our unbelief)

We the carriers of the Spirit

are keepers of the promise

 

We, small, inconsequential, unimportant,

Lurking on the fringes

Of the systems of power

 

Are salt flavoring

We are yeast, changing

 

We are overcomers

Wednesday, January 15, 2025

Choosing Herod

“Soon earth will cover us all. Then in time earth, too, will change; later, what issues from this change will itself in turn incessantly change, and so again will all that then takes its place, even unto the world's end. to let the mind dwell on these swiftly rolling billows of change and transformation is to know a contempt for all things mortal.”

          Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

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Like an intrusive guest

It has made itself at home

Taking up space in head and heart

 

It is like a needy child

Pestering me for attention

Relentless and intrusive

 

The fear that we have made a mistake.

And have chosen values and priorities

And thus leadership

That will take us to dark places

 

I keep thinking of Herod

The great builder

The guy who melted down his treasury to feed the people

The guy who killed children

 

Poor fear-determined Herod

King Herod, until Jesus comes along

The moment the prophecy is read

“From you, Bethlehem shall come….”

 

King Herod becomes

Just

Herod

If Jesus were king, the Herod could not be

 

And Herod loses it!

And that becomes the story of his life.

 

Then there was Herod Herod’s son.

The Herod of Jesus’ death

Who mocked his kingship

Who (along with Pilate) had the power of life and death

Over this One from Nazareth

 

If Herod were king, then Jesus could not be

The son accomplished what the father did not

 

It matters who leads us.

Who we have put in power

There can only be one

One

No one can serve two masters

 

The choice of one master excludes the other

We cannot serve God and money

Possessions, fame,

Status, power

Retribution

And God

 

We either choose the way of the world

Or we choose the way of God

We choose Herod or Jesus

 

So, have we chosen poorly?

 

Perhaps the true question is this.

 

If we give power to a person

Whose values, attitudes, and behaviors are antithetical to Jesus,

If we place them in the seat of power,

Have we deposed Jesus?

 

And what is the consequence of doing this?

Herod killed children

His son killed John the Baptist, and later

He was an accomplice in the death of Jesus.

 

What happens when we give power to one

who is not merely “other” than Jesus

but seems to be, profoundly,

the opposite of Jesus?

 

What happens?

Can God use that person?

Maybe?

Will the price of eggs drop?

Will we be safer?

Will the economy soar?

 

But what happens to our souls,

And ultimately

To our world?

To us?

 

But more importantly, what happens to

The poor, the vulnerable?

The ill and the elderly?

The children?

Those blessed and prized by God?

 

I do not know the future.

I cannot say with certainty what will happen.

 

And maybe I have it all wrong.

 

But on this day I am anxious

I know change happens

I know rulers come and go

 

I hear the words attributed to Gandhi

When I despair, I remember that all through history,

the ways of truth and love have always won.

There have been tyrants and murderers,

and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall.

Think of it — always.".

 

I think of it

And I believe in Love (and that love wins)

And yet I know the pain and destruction

Which pave the path to new beginnings

So “Lord, I believe;

help my unbelief!"

 

this day

Sunday, January 12, 2025

What kind of world do we create?

We get the kind of world we ourselves create by our faith.  Change the faith, change the assumptions, and the perceptions will change.  Change the perceptions and the attitudes will change.  Change the attitudes and the actions will change.  Change your faith and you will get a new world.  Get rid of the notion of measuring deserts.  Replace it ith generous unconditional love…  Feel absolutely safe with God who loves us into being and sustains us always

                     Beatrice Bruteau

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There is not enough they tell us.

Not enough money

Not enough food

Not enough power

Not enough housing

 

This is a world of scarcity

Everyone is competing

This is a world of “us” and ‘them”

“They” are outsiders and aliens

“They” are threats

 

So we must fear them, hate them

Control them, subdue them

 

Ah, fear

It is so powerful

It causes us to grasp and horde

To put up walls

Buy guns

Attack nations

And hate.  Yes, fear leads to hate

 

It is so useful for those who would

Dominate and control

 

But God says “Be not afraid.”

Trust in God.  Trust in GodWithUs

Trust that God is within us

Us

All of us

 

Trust that there is not scarcity but abundance

There is enough of God’s love for all

There is enough air, water, land, food

There is enough power

For everyone to have

Enough

 

Enough to flourish

To live

To find peace, hope and joy

 

If we understand that we have abundance

Which can be shared

Which must be shared

For earth to be heaven

 

God is in us

We are in God

We are all bound together at the deepest level

Community, communion, union

 

We do not have to be afraid

(although we often are. At least I am)

We do not have to create a world of scarcity

Hostility and insecurity

 

We can create a different world

As we define our world and ourselves

From the perspective of abundance not deficiency

As we understand, and have faith that we are

Absolutely loved by God

 

And then manifest that love

Live that love

And let Love cast out fear

 

 

Tuesday, January 7, 2025

Day One

“Hope does not mean that our protests will suddenly awaken the dead consciences, the atrophied souls, of the plutocrats running Halliburton, Goldman Sachs, Exxon Mobil or the government.

 

Hope does not mean we will reform Wall Street swindlers and speculators.

 

Hope does not mean that the nation’s ministers and rabbis, who know the words of the great Hebrew prophets, will leave their houses of worship to practice the religious beliefs they preach. Most clerics like fine, abstract words about justice and full collection plates, but know little of real hope.

 

Hope knows that unless we physically defy government control we are complicit in the violence of the state. All who resist keep hope alive. All who succumb to fear, despair and apathy become enemies of hope.

 

Hope has a cost. Hope is not comfortable or easy. Hope requires personal risk. Hope does not come with the right attitude. Hope is not about peace of mind. Hope is an action. Hope is doing something.

          Chris Hedges

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Day one

2025

Death in New Orleans

Death in Vegas

 

Oregon clobbered in the Rose Bowl

Twenty days until Trump (Musk) takes control

 

A day without sun

Gray, no snow

Winter at its worst

 

How do we hope when there is no hope

When evil wins

Love loses

And Jesus is coopted by Herod

 

How could we sing the Lord’s song in a foreign land? (Psalm 137)

 

How?

 

How do I wake up tomorrow

And rise with joy and expectation

 

How do I walk out this door

And into the doors of people hurting

How do I slip into the pulpit

And say words of hope?

 

How do I

Find the peace that passes all understanding

Because I do not understand

 

Or rather I do understand

That God is not going to save us from ourselves.

 

What I understand is that we are called to be

Who we really are

Salt

 

People whose very presence changes the world

Jesus said we are salt

“We are that which enhances or embitters, soothes or irritates, melts or stings,

preserves or ruins.

For better or for worse, we are the salt of the earth” Rohr

 

Its tricky

Salt fails when it dominates.

“Instead of eliciting goodness, it destroys the rich potential all around it. Salt poured out without discretion leaves a burnt, bitter sensation in its wake.

It ruins what it tries to enhance. It repels”  Rohr

 

But salt fails when it loses its saltiness

It also fails when it is not in the mix

 

We cannot withdraw

We cannot be silent

But

 

We don’t want to imbitter, reject, repel

 

We want to flavor and savor

With love

 

How to be salt?

I don’t know

How to influence but not repel

Savor but not ruin

 

I only know

I enter this year with anxiety

Evil seems to have won

Hate has trumped love

Control has replaced compassion

 

“The best lack all conviction, while the worst  

Are full of passionate intensity.”  Yeats

 

So I enter this year

With little hope

But knowing that I must embrace hope against hope

 

But not doing it well.

How about you?

Friday, January 3, 2025

What does God want?

“I won’t take no for an answer,”

God began to say

to me

 

when He opened His arms each night

wanting us to

dance

                             St. Catherine of Siena

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what does God want from me?

the question haunts

each

step

 

as I plod through each day

seeking answers

 

ah, for certitude

to know,

to know that I am good

with

God

to know I am becoming, me

 

and then the answer comes

“I want you to stop worrying!

all I want is your love

all I want is for us to dance

through life.

 

all I want is for you

to know you are loved

as you wallow

in the questions

 

you don’t need all the answers

 

just be loved

just love

period.”

 

and thus my New Year’s Resolution for this year

receive love, accept love

nurture love

give love

 

no more, no less

that is all

that is enough

 

Wednesday, January 1, 2025

Be A Gift

In the Sermon on the Mount, Jesus says that those who live the Beatitudes will be “the salt of the earth” (Matthew 5:13). What does he mean by such an image? 

 

First of all, he’s not saying that those who live this way are going to heaven. He is saying that they will be a certain kind of gift for the earth. What a misinterpretation has been handed on, again and again! We think of Jesus’ teaching as a set of prescriptions for getting to heaven (even though we haven’t followed them). No, the Sermon on the Mount and especially the Beatitudes are a set of descriptions of a free life.

 

When we can weep, when we can identify with the little ones, when we can make peace, when we can be persecuted and still be joyful—then we are doing it right. He’s saying this is what holiness will look like. When we act this way, “the reign of God is among you” (Luke 17:21). 

              Richard Rohr (12/30/2024)

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I have a dream

The dreamer said

That we will be free, free at last

 

Free to?

Free from?

Free to be?

 

Free to control?

Free from pain and despair

Free to be

              What?

                              Powerful? Rich? Dominant?

 

Perhaps the critical question is this

To what are we bound?

What controls, traps, and limits us?

From what do we need to be set free?

 

A need for power?

Fear?

              Hate? Bias?

                             Greed?

 

Perhaps when we are free

              We step away from the self

To find the self

 

We are free (and blessed) when we can let go

              Of all those standard definitions

                             Of greatness, freedom, safety, blessing

And engaged the world in a new way

 

We are free when we can weep,

              identify with the little ones

                             exchange power for servanthood

ache for equity, equality and justice

             

When we can embrace

              the poor and the mournful

                             the oppressed and excluded

 

This makes us salty, the spice of the earth

It makes us yeast, the leaven of the world

 

People who bend the arc of the universe

Toward love