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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, April 23, 2025

An outpouring of Love

The crucifixion of Jesus is the preeminent example of God’s love reaching out to us. It is at the same moment the worst and best thing in human history. The Franciscans, led by John Duns Scotus, even claimed that instead of a “necessary sacrifice,” the cross was a freely chosen revelation of total love on God’s part. 

 

In so doing, they reversed the engines of almost all world religion up to that point, which assumed that we had to spill blood to get to a distant and demanding God. On the cross, the Franciscans believed, God was “spilling blood” to reach out to us! This is a sea change in consciousness. The cross, instead of being a transaction, was seen as a dramatic demonstration of God’s outpouring love, meant to utterly shock the heart and turn it back toward trust and love of the Creator.

          Richard Rohr

___________________________________________________

 

It is an age of horrors

With hate sitting in high places

People snatched off the streets

and “disappeared”

 

A time when racism is flaunted

compassion is a sin

and justice is denied

 

The air is thick with free-floating anger,

resentment, and feel

we are choking on our own bitterness

 

We want to claw our way

out of this dark, brooding place

we are desperate

for one clean breath of love

 

we are tired of stumbling in this sullen gloom

we want to once again walk in the light

 

Jesus of the cross

You know our pain

It is your pain

 

What assails us put you there

hanging on that tree

 

looking down at a world

that cried out for deliverance

 

You suffered to deliver

not to deliver us from suffering

but to teach us how to live with suffering

 

the poor will be with us always

so too the tyrants

the small, bitter souls that delight

in the pain of others

 

there were those who stood underneath your cross

delighted

there were more who simply turned away

overwhelmed by their own pain

unable to bear anymore

 

unable to see and feel the pain

oozing from the very earth

which cried out in its travail and shook when you died

 

but you bore it all

and in your near silence

you preached love

 

Yes, love

because only one thing has power completely

and that is love

 

Love seeks not power, or wealth

Love seeks not control or retribution

 

True love is freely given

and in that freedom is its power

it does not need

anything

 

 

 

love not seeking

can give

love not protecting can reach out

 

from the dawn of time

we human creatures have misunderstood

how You work

 

we have seen you as distant and demanding

and we have sought you out of fear

 

in fear

we have spilled blood on innumerable altars

and endless battlefields

seeking to please You

hoping to find favor and blessing

 

We have killed in your name

doves, and lambs, and fatted calves

and children

your beloved children

 

but in Jesus

in Jesus on the cross

you revealed your limitless love

from the cross You love poured out

 

like blood pouring from a pierced body

 

the cross is an insult

it shocks us, confuses us

and it changes us

 

we cannot describe a love such as this

but we can see it, experience it, accept it.

 

we can let love come to us

and freely, joyously, sacrificially

not only return it

but pass it on

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Tuesday, April 22, 2025

Heart Trouble

And God is always there, if you feel wounded. He kneels

Over this earth like

A divine medic

 

And His love thaws

The holy in

Us

          St Teresa of Avila

__________________________

 

I know it still beats.

It must

For this morning, I watched the sun rise

Sneaking its way into the sky

Cloud dodging

 

Unable to hide its grandeur

pink, red, orange

traces

revealing its path

 

I think I felt my heart twinge

just for a moment

 

But I have heart trouble.

 

There is a pain, deep-seated, there in that space

where one is heart and soul

In that place where compassion

grows and flows

outward

 

where true joy is birthed

hope leaps unbound

love is born

 

We are bone and marrow

Sinew, blood, and flesh

Black, white, every color of the rainbow

 

We are unique, diverse beings

Emerging from the wildly creative power

From which all things come

 

Dualistic definitions cannot capture us

we cannot even find the words

that honor

the complex splendour

that is you and me

 

And so the devastation

of a frozen heart

hardened by the hate, fear, and greed

free floating

coarsened by daily terrors

 

as our world slides into the abyss

the darkness

of injustice, abuse, and cruelty

 

even the brilliance of the sun

the breathtaking beauty of the mountains

white capped

the azure sky

the ecstatic fawns dancing

across fields newly green

 

cannot soften this heart

frozen by the hate and injustice

 

but I want to feel

I want my heart to leap with joy

to become full to overflowing

at the sight of

all this beauty

 

I want love bursting forth

Unrestrained

Flowing

To the lonely, the fearful, the hurting

souls that surround me

 

I want the sacred woven into my being

To come alive again

 

And here is the great truth

Only the holy can thaw the holy

Revitalize, animate, quicken

This heart

 

Only the beloved can make

This heart burn within

 

and give me back

what hateful souls have stolen

a heart that beats fiercely

for justice, for peace,

for others

 

a heart that can feel, respond,

ache, thrill

and love

 


Friday, April 18, 2025

Good Friday

The crucifixion of Jesus is the preeminent example of God’s love reaching out to us. It is at the same moment the worst and best thing in human history. The Franciscans, led by John Duns Scotus, even claimed that instead of a “necessary sacrifice,” the cross was a freely chosen revelation of total love on God’s part. 

 

In so doing, they reversed the engines of almost all world religion up to that point, which assumed that we had to spill blood to get to a distant and demanding God. On the cross, the Franciscans believed, God was “spilling blood” to reach out to us! This is a sea change in consciousness. The cross, instead of being a transaction, was seen as a dramatic demonstration of God’s outpouring love, meant to utterly shock the heart and turn it back toward trust and love of the Creator.

          Richard Rohr

___________________________________________________

 

It is an age of horrors

With hate sitting in high places

People snatched off the streets

and “disappeared”

 

A time when racism is flaunted

compassion is a sin

and justice is denied

 

The air is thick with free-floating anger,

resentment, and feel

we are choking on our own bitterness

 

We want to claw our way

out of this dark, brooding place

we are desperate

for one clean breath of love

 

we are tired of stumbling in this sullen gloom

we want to once again walk in the light

 

Jesus of the cross

You know our pain

It is your pain

 

What assails us put you there

hanging on that tree

 

looking down at a world

that cried out for deliverance

 

You suffered to deliver

not to deliver us from suffering

but to teach us how to live with suffering

 

the poor will be with us always

so too the tyrants

the small, bitter souls that delight

in the pain of others

 

there were those who stood underneath your cross

delighted

there were more who simply turned away

overwhelmed by their own pain

unable to bear anymore

 

unable to see and feel the pain

oozing from the very earth

which cried out in its travail and shook when you died

 

but you bore it all

and in your near silence

you preached love

 

Yes, love

because only one thing has power completely

and that is love

 

Love seeks not power, or wealth

Love seeks not control or retribution

 

True love is freely given

and in that freedom is its power

it does not need

anything

 

 

 

love not seeking

can give

love not protecting can reach out

 

from the dawn of time

we human creatures have misunderstood

how You work

 

we have seen you as distant and demanding

and we have sought you out of fear

 

in fear

we have spilled blood on innumerable altars

and endless battlefields

seeking to please You

hoping to find favor and blessing

 

We have killed in your name

doves, and lambs, and fatted calves

and children

your beloved children

 

but in Jesus

in Jesus on the cross

you revealed your limitless love

from the cross You love poured out

 

like blood pouring from a pierced body

 

the cross is an insult

it shocks us, confuses us

and it changes us

 

we cannot describe a love such as this

but we can see it, experience it, accept it.

 

we can let love come to us

and freely, joyously, sacrificially

not only return it

but pass it on

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Sunday, April 13, 2025

From meritocracy to grace

It takes all of us a long time to move from power to weakness, from glib certitude to vulnerability, from meritocracy to the ocean of grace.

                                                          Richard Rohr            

_____________________________________

 

God is not at all

like we might want our God to be

 

we love to point to the God of creation

and focus on omnipotence and omniscience

 

we look for God in mighty acts

acts of power

acts of dominance, even wrath

 

and since think of God this way

our faith is defined

accordingly

 

to follow God means power

to follow God means safety and ease

wealth and success

 

and we stand, Pharisee like

on our pillars of righteousness

believing (although we may not actually admit this)

that we have done something

to earn our place

in the circle of God’s love

 

and we stand secure, and comfortable

 

Palm Sunday

The Upper Room

Gethsemane

The Cross

 

should remind us

that God’s ultimate act of power

was profoundly expressed through vulnerability

and weakness

 

through yielding

and giving

all

 

that there might be an end to hate

and the birth of love

 

Forgive me, for all those moments

when I fail to see you in the little acts

of vulnerability and love

 

Forgive me Lord, for the times I forget

that is it when I am vulnerable

when I am a server (not the served)

that is when I am willing to

give pieces of myself

 

that I am most intensely on Your Way

 

Forgive me when I think that being yours

Is a matter of merit

 

Help me Lord, drift gently on the ocean of grace