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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, October 30, 2025

The Promise of Love

I once asked a bird,

“How is it that you fly in this gravity

Of darkness?”

 

She responded

 

“Love lifts me”

          Hafiz ala Ladinsky

 

In participatory eschatology we ask, “What does the future hold?”  The answer begins, “That depends.  It depends on you and me.  God holds out to us at every moment a brighter future; the issue is whether we are willing to receive it and work with God to help created it…”

          Brian McLaren, A New Kind of Christianity

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The sky glows

Gold

Above the Seven Devils

 

Light oozing into darkness

Warmth caressing the bitter sky

 

What will this day bring?

As malign forces create a world of chaos

And destruction

Creation in reverse

 

Order to disorder

The Word of God denied

 

Each day holds promise

Or not

 

Our choice

 

Each day holds the possibility

Of a return to The Garden

The chance that we will follow

Cloud and Fire

Love

 

Out of the wasteland of

Fear, and hate, and greed

 

But we can choose to remain

Squatting in the darkness

Mumbling our resentments

Under our breath

 

Exuding the foul odor

Of fear

 

Have we forgotten the power

Of

Love?

 

How love created

All

How love carefully shaped

Each of us

Beautiful just the way we are

 

Have we forgotten

How love brings hope out of despair

Light into the darkness?

 

How it transforms

Lifting us from the rubble

We have created

 

Through our greed and lust

For power

 

Bringing life out of death

So we rise

And

Rise

 

What will we create this day?

This day

That the Lord has made?

 

It depends

 

Sunday, October 19, 2025

Be not afraid

I think we are frightened every

Moment of our lives

Until we

Know

Sacred

          Hafiz ala Ladinsky

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Fear

It crouches waiting

Like my barn cat

Ready

 

To pounce

 

Another headline

More abuses

Children zip tied, standing in their underwear

Shivering in the street

A deluge of lies

 

Malign people

With

Power

 

It springs from seemingly

Nowhere

 

And I am in its jaws

Being torn apart

 

Some mornings I can barely breathe

My stomach roils

My mind is in chaos

As if a hundred pundits

Are screaming at me

 

Be afraid!

Evil is winning, love is losing

The planet is burning

Foul people are abusing the innocent and vulnerable

There is no hope

 

But amidst the chaos

That still, small voice

 

Remember

Remember how I, with a mighty hand

Delivered

Remember how I, by giving myself totally

Delivered

Remember how death was turned to life

Hate to love

Fear to hope

 

Evil has its day

It comes like falling rain

Soaking the earth

Drowning our souls

 

Vicious unfeeling ones

Batter the good

Iniquity piles up

Until we cannot see the good

 

The noise of hate grows until

The cries of the oppressed are no longer heard

 

And yet

We know God

We feel God in our bones

 

And God says

Be not afraid

 

Live

Live life with joy

And hope

With generosity

And kindness

 

I am here

And remember

What I can do

 

With and through

You


Tuesday, October 14, 2025

Points of light

Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.

          Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

 

Every record has been destroyed or falsified, every book rewritten, every picture has been repainted, every statue and street building has been renamed, every date has been altered. And the process is continuing day by day and minute by minute. History has stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which the Party is always right.”

          George Orwell, 1984

 

We must not, in trying to think about how we can make a big difference, ignore the small daily differences we can make, which, over time, add up to big differences that we often cannot foresee.

          Marian Wright Edelman

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I had a dream the other night that we were all

a faceless gathered throng

Teetering on a precipice

 

The small sliver of ground on which we huddled

Was slowly crumbling, and we watched it disappear

As moment by moment, the edge

Crept closer and closer

 

We were about to slide

Down a slippery slope

Into a dark void

 

Some in the throng

Stronger, healthier, bigger,

Were shoving those

With less power forwards

Pushing them into

The darkness

 

Thinking they could delay or even avoid

A fatal fall

 

But still the earth beneath our feet

Crumbled

 

So did the dream

But I woke with an empty feeling.

A gnawing pain that tore at my heart

 

It was a feeling I knew.

Helplessness

 

I feel helpless right now.

I wonder if deep down, everyone does

Not just those of us watching the maw of authoritarianism

Consume freedom

But those marching in lockstep

Toward the cliff

 

Fleeing one slippery slope (that they call Wokeness)

Toward another

 

I am not sure we can avoid a plummet

We human creatures

Into the dark depths of fear and hate

The clock is ticking

 

We may well plummet and take all of creation with us.

 

But I have been told

By people who have watched the world collapse before

Not to “tire of doing good”

Not to sit silently, stolidly

A watcher

 

Because even though the world may crumble

Our souls do not need to

There can be chaos without

And a kind of peace within

 

A freedom

To be compassionate and kind

 

I cannot do great things.

But as Mother Teresa reminds us

I can do small things with great love

 

There is an empty shelf at a food bank

That I can fill

There is an LGBTQI+ friend, battered by the regime

That I can welcome and embrace

There are lies I can counter with facts (whether anyone listens or not)

There is hate I can counter with love

As I love my neighbor, even if they fly a Trump flag

And cheer mass deportation

 

This seems to be the question

What can we do now

In this moment?

 

We do not know what is in that abyss

(we can guess)

We do not know if we will survive

We do not know who might survive with us (if we do)

 

But we can carry the light

We can carry love

 

And when all is said and done

We can pick each other up

And slowly climb

Jacob’s ladder

 

Not to heaven

But to a new earth

That is like heaven

 

Am I a fool

To believe that what I do

matters?

 

Probably

But hopefully it is the foolishness of the cross

The foolishness of servanthood and sacrifice

The way

 

For the wisdom of God is greater than human wisdom

And god chose kenosis, emptying

As the Sacred MO (modus operandi)

 

Jesus is proof positive

 

So we must do what we can

To keep the light of love burning

 

We are going to need it

And it will (I do believe), work

 


Sunday, October 12, 2025

Managing the Unsolvable

“Instead of contradicting each other’s views, the task is to supplement each other’s views in order to see the whole picture. Each of them has key pieces to the puzzle. Paradoxically, opposition becomes a resource.”

Barry Johnson

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I am going to hold my breath until I turn blue

Fine

Go ahead

Try

 

I am going to hold fast to my viewpoint and never let it go

Fine

Go ahead

Try

 

If you actually succeed, you will die

If you actually succeed, what you hold dear will die

 

Every inhale must become an exhale.

Every exhale must lead to an inhale.

 

If I am out of oxygen, I need fresh air

Inhale

But soon there is too much carbon monoxide

There is only one solution

Exhale

The carbon monoxide is cleared out

 

But then we are back where we started

Too little oxygen

And so it all starts over again

 

Our solutions are never really solutions.

 

Someone once said that for every complex problem

There is a simple solution

And it’s wrong

 

We cannot have an inhale without an exhale

And we cannot have an exhale without an inhale

 

We cannot have one end of a polarity

Without the other end of that polarity

 

Each end by itself is incomplete.

Each end needs something from the other

 

Needs

Something

From the other

 

We tend to deny this.

We believe that we can live on one end odr the other

In isolation

 

But all we get is staleness.

Narrowness

Incompleteness

 

And we end up gasping,

Failing,

And flailing

 

I dislike the right end of the ideological polarity

I find it seriously bereft of things I think are important

Flexibility

Welcome

Compassion

Servanthood

 

But oddly enough

If I look honestly at the left end of the polarity

If find it seriously bereft of things I think are important

It has its own inflexibility

And sometimes, frankly, it is vague and cloudy

 

It eats its own

 

At the end of the poles are two tight balls

That need new life breathed into them

That need

Something

From the other end of the spectrum

 

Jonathan Rauch talks about

Thin faith

Sharp faith

And thick faith (I prefer fat faith)

 

Thin faith is committed to social change

To justice and peace

But it has left too much behind

God is, perhaps, too vague

(One friend said they envision God kind of like a huge bowl of tapioca pudding)

Values are too conditional, and this faith can be morally derivative rather than

Morally formative

There are too few norms left; they are shattered (yes, the norms have to be the right norms, and some deserve to be shattered)

 

Sharp faith is fear-based

 

And is used as a weapon.

It is enmeshed with nationalism, authoritarianism (at many levels, including family)

And sees itself as the persecuted saviors of the world

The protectors of God (as if)

 

Thick faith embraces the important values

Jesus embraced

Love, welcome, forgiveness

Social justice

Care of the poor

 

It moves forward seeking to solve real problems and create change

But it is clear about its core values

And it understands the need for some structure

some rules

And yes, some compromise

Thick faith accepts that this is about the individual

But not the individual alone (if you were to die tonight...)

 

But instead all people

All creatures

The entire planet

 

It is a faith that moves back and forth

Between the poles

As Jesus moved back and forth between

All the different groups of his time

The outcasts and the establishment

The rich and the poor

The self-righteous and the repentant

The Samaritan and the Jew, and the Roman

 

Touching them all

 

When I encounter that person

Who embraces MAGA,

Who is on the “other” end of the Christian (ideological) spectrum

 

Can I see past the differences?

Can I look for the things I CAN embrace

(there will be things I can’t)

 

Can I think deeply about what I NEED from them?

And not just about how they are “wrong”

 

And oh, how I wish

That instead of seeing themselves as the persecuted righteous

They could see that my version of the faith

Has something, a lot of things, that would help them

Become the people

 

I hopefully believe

They want to be

 

But this is hard

It is difficult for Christian nationalists to understand

That God doesn’t need their protection

And that it is not necessarily just, right, or even Christian

To rewrite secular law

To reshape the secular world

To reflect their religious, but mostly cultural, principles

 

It is hard for social/spiritual liberalism to move away

From its own forms of purism and perfectionism

The left has its own deadly sins

 

Can both sides come to understand that trying to

Dominate or destroy the other side

Will not work?

 

And will weaken

And not strengthen

The presence of Sacred in this world?

 

Inhale, take in the new, the challenging,

Hold.  But not too long

Exhale, let go of those things that do not work

In the formula of the Kingdom

 

Start all over again.

Everyday

Left foot, right foot, left foot,

Breathe