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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



Friday, December 30, 2022

BIRTH

Birth is never easy

never

 

there is the waiting

the long time of expectation mixed with fear

will the child ever come

will it be what we hoped and dreamed for

 

there are dangers to that expectancy too

will we accept the child as the child comes

will rejoice in who he is, who she is

or will we try to remake him, reshape her in our own image?

 

there is cost too

for birth requires change

commitment, and accountability!

a birth is a sacred trust

into our hands

a child is born

 

there is pain

the pain of birth is real

messy

a time of travail

 

and yet the child will come

 

on this Christmas Eve we come to the time of birthing

we stumble unexpectedly

on the child

 

there he lies

a wrinkled bit of flesh

squalling into the night

the delight of his mother's

eyes

 

but to us

just a baby

just that pink

and squalling mess

 

that baby in a manger

so common

 

and yet

 

lying there in that trough

made for feeding

 

do we not see glimmers of some truth

that he may be more than we see

or understand

 

that in this birth more than a child is born

that this birth gives birth to

love, perhaps,

or peace

hope

 

do we not see that this baby is soaked with the divine

and that this birth gives birth

 

that he may be

food for the world

that he might become

bread broken

and wine poured

 

sustenance for us

what we need to live

RESTORE

Where do we even start on the daily walk of restoration and awakening? We start where we are.

Anne Lamott               

 

We spend so much of our spiritual lives trying to ascend.  Descent is the path of having everything that offered comfort stripped away.  In the mystical tradition, the descent is also the slow revelation of the true face and incredible mystery that is God                                      

          Christine Valters Paintner, the soul’s slow ripening, pp. 120, 121

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the days are short, the nights are long

the ground is frozen

 

the snow is littered

with the debris of trees lashed by winter winds

 

and we have descended slowly into a deep darkness

 

it is a season of struggle

a season of descent

 

in the darkness, we turn in on ourselves

and in the deep stillness come face to face with ourselves

our own barrenness

 

when we stare out the window at the blackness

all we see is ourselves, looking back

 

Sometimes in the dark, we are haunted

By things we would rather avoid

By the hungry ghosts of fear and failure

that leave us dis-eased

 

yet as much as we struggle with

this journey into darkness

it is a fertile time

 

For as we sit and keep our souls company

in the cold soil of our souls

the seeds of newness linger

ready to be awakened

 

they are necessary, these times of descent

these dark nights of the souls

for out of such winters of discontent comes new life

comes restoration

 

It seems we must descend before we can ascend

We must empty before we can be filled

rest before we can toil

die to be reborn

 

if the Advent of Jesus teaches us anything

it teaches us the power of love and life

the ability of Sacred to restore

 

from humble birth

to scandalous death, the Jesus story is permeated

with struggle and pain

with oppression and poverty

 

there are wounded people everywhere

there is an ignominious death

 

and yet everywhere there is newness

a baby born

shepherds rejoicing

demons expelled

errors forgiven

bodies healed

hope restored

generosity found

life out of death

 

God is always doing something new

always working to turn our descent into ascent

 

so as we sit, frozen and stolid

barely awake

barely alive

 

we are called to remember, remember, remember

the spring

 

to remember what Love can do

 

that no matter how deep hope and joy our buried

no matter how far we have descended

 

God will feed and restore our souls for the good work of ascent

for the good work of living in the light

of being the light

 

in a glooming world

Thursday, December 29, 2022

CHOOSE

Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful. ~Norman Vincent Peale

 

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sorry Norman

but you’ve really got it wrong

Christmas does not make the world softer or more beautiful

 

Christmas, the advent of God was not

Soft and comfortable

 

Ask Mary, pregnant and unwed at 15

Oh yeah!  Right!  Easy, cool, special

Well, it was special, but it sure wasn’t easy

 

Joseph

I don’t even want to go into that mess

poor Joseph who had to choose to stay or go

support or condemn

who had to choose to step back and silently protect

 

then we have dirty shepherds attending a birth in a manger

and an angry, paranoid king

and babies being murdered

 

we have aliens arriving

and a family fleeing, immigrants fleeing death

 

Christmas is real, very, very, real

 

when God came it was difficult, challenging, and costly

and people were confronted with a choice, every single one of them

Mary had to choose to say yes

and Joseph too

 

the shepherds had to choose to leave their sheep

the magi had to follow the star

 

Herod, paranoid and wanting to keep his power

had to choose to listen to the scriptures, or not

to accept or resist the arrival of a new King

 

later the disciples would have to choose to drop their nets and follow

or not

 

the rich young ruler would have to choose whether to keep his money

or give it away

 

Pilate had to choose

the Sanhedrin, the Pharisees, and the Sadducees had to choose

soldiers had to choose

tax collectors and other assorted “sinners” had to choose

all those Jesus met, rich, poor, Jew, Samaritan, Gentile

had to choose

 

to listen or not

to hear or not

to follow or not

to change or not

to be healed, or not

to love, or not

 

in the end, that is the one choice

to love or not

to go with the way of service and love

or not

 

choosing to buy into the strategy of God as revealed by Jesus

is no small thing

 

when we choose between Jesus and “not Jesus” we are choosing between

essential selfishness and generosity

fear and trust

exclusion and inclusion

cruelty and kindness

apathy and empathy

guns and children

profit and generosity

money and people

lies and truthfulness

businesses and the planet

                                             

there is cost here!

and sacrifice

and we are being asked to abandon one kind of power, the power of domination

for another kind of power

the power of service

 

but the reality is that the baby of Christmas

demands a choice

 

we are there

in the manger

staring down at a pink and wrinkled infant King

what choice do we make?

OBEDIENCE

To have Faith in Christ means, of course, trying to do all that He says. There would be no sense in saying you trusted a person if you would not take his advice. Thus if you have really handed yourself over to Him, it must follow that you are trying to obey Him. But trying in a new way, a less worried way. Not doing these things in order to be saved, but because He has begun to save you already. Not hoping to get to Heaven as a reward for your actions, but inevitably wanting to act in a certain way because a first faint gleam of Heaven is already inside you.”

C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

 

The greatest crimes in the world are not committed by people breaking the rules but by people following the rules. It's people who follow orders that drop bombs and massacre villages.

Banksy

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obedience

I once took my dog to obedience school

 

sit, lie down, come, heel

stay

good boy!

 

I think, most of the time, he does not understand why I want him to do what I ask

he only does it

automatically without thought

 

I would like to think I have good reasons for asking

his safety

the safety of others

and I would like to think he obeys because he trusts me

and knows that I love him

 

 

obedience

I wanted my children to be obedient too

I wanted them to do what I asked

to stop

to go to bed

to come to the table

 

they only sometimes obeyed

having minds, very much of their own

I don’t think they always understood why I shouted “stop”

(as they wandered toward the road as toddlers)

 

but I would like to think they too knew that my requests

were not just a matter of my seeking to control,

but to protect, and help

 

I would like to think they trusted me

my intent, but most of all my love

 

and I would like to think, that in the end,

they obeyed not out of fear, but out of love

 

at its best, I think obedience

is love in, love out

 

one is asked to do something, out of love

one responds out of love

 

this seems particularly important when it comes to obedience

to those imperatives that come from the Sacred

to those laws that come from Love

 

how can we be true to Love

if love is absent?

 

commands that are not offered in love

that are a matter of dominance and control

that are purely for the benefit of the one with power

that have an intent that is malevolent

 

are dangerous and deadly

and lead to Dachau and Mi Lai

and even, perhaps, January 6

 

obedience that is not based on love

can be oppressive and fear-laden

 

I must obey, or else!

 

but when the commands and laws come out of love

and the response of obedience comes out of love

 

Ah!

 

I do not know why Mary obediently said “yes”

I do not know why Joseph obediently supported her

I do not know why the shepherds obediently stumbled to the manger

rather than run into the hills out of fear

I do not know what inner prompting caused the magi

to obediently follow that star

 

I do know the result

a child born

a gift given

and from that giving, more giving

 

I do know that in the dimness of a world in travail

the faint glimmer of heaven

shone

 

and that as we are guided in love

and respond in love

and live love

 

it still shines

Tuesday, December 27, 2022

HEAR

HEAR

 

Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy

Do you hear what I hear? (Do you hear what I hear?)

Ringing through the sky, shepherd boy

Do you hear what I hear? (Do you hear what I hear?)

A song, a song high above the trees

With a voice as big as the sea, with a voice as big as the sea

          Song Lyrics by Gloria Shayne Baker & Noël Regney

 

Then Jesus said, "He who has ears to hear, let him hear.

          Mark 5:9

 

But when he, the Spirit of truth, comes, he will guide you into all truth. He will not speak on his own; he will speak only what he hears, and he will tell you what is yet to come.

          John 16:13

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Sleigh bells ring, are you listening

So are cell phones!

 

The TV is on to the latest news

about political division,

homelessness,

violence

racism

assailing our hearts and our souls

 

there is the noise of cars and trucks

washing machines and driers

 

our world is filled with the clamor of life

we have lost the gift of silence

letting noise distract us from the essence of life

 

we are assaulted by noise

tooting, howling, screeching, beeping, shrieking

grating, blaring, swooshing, swirling twanging

booming, crashing, things

 

we have become addicted to noise

taking it with us into the silent beautiful places

where we trod ear buds firmly placed

tuned in

tuned out

 

those who have ears, let them hear

 

let us hear the sound of a bird singing

of the wind in the trees

 

let us hear the crunch of snow underfoot

the sigh of breath, moving in, moving out

the sound of a heart

beating

 

let us hear the voices of angels singing

the cry of a baby in a manger

the whisper of Love in our souls

 

let us listen to the still small voice

to the gentle whisper of

the Spirit

 

which says persistently, insistently

“unto you, a child is born”

which says,

“you are my beloved child”

which says

“follow me”

 

 

SIGNS

Is there anything I can do to make myself Enlightened?

As little as you can do to make the sun rise in the morning!

Then what use are the spiritual exercises you prescribe?

To make sure you are not asleep when the sun begins to rise.

                     Anthony De Mello (a conversation between a master and disciple

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There were signs everywhere

Everywhere

 

In the sky a tiny point of light

Shining, moving, drawing eager searchers nigh

gifts in hand

 

prophets of old had spoken

the promises were there

the details many

scattered through the Law and Prophets

and pondered

and proclaimed

 

Angels

So many angels

Proclaiming

Promising

Frightening

Calming

Do not fear

Do not fear

Do not fear

 

Someone is coming

God is on the way

 

John the Baptist

Hairy messenger of God

Shouting in the wilderness

As wild and unkempt as the ground on which he stood

Uncomfortable and strident

You brood of vipers!!!

 

Angels again

Awake shepherds awake!

Leave your sheep

find the lamb

 

There were signs everywhere

 

And so many slept

And so many sleep

 

Where are the signs that Love is on the way?

Where are the signs that the one into whom God poured God’s self

Will come and transform this bend and homely world

 

Eden reborn

Human creatures reborn

A new heaven and a new earth?

 

Perhaps there are signs everywhere

Everywhere

 

If only we have eyes to see

 

 

"Arise, shine, for your light has come,

and the glory of the LORD rises upon you.

Isaiah 60:1

Monday, December 26, 2022

PURIFY

PURIFY

 

All great spirituality is about letting go. Jesus’ life, death, and resurrection show us how to win by losing. In fact, this “Path of Descent” could be called the metanarrative of the Bible. It is so obvious, consistent, and constant that it’s hidden in plain sight.

          Richard Rohr

 

God is not found in the soul by adding anything, but by a process of subtraction

          Meister Eckhart

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Forget original sin

I mean, really!

 

God created the world and it was

Good

 

And when angels sang over Bethlehem

It was to those with whom God

Was “well pleased”.

 

I am the first to admit that the image of God

woven into the fabric of our being

is more than a little blurred

 

there is no question that we human creatures can be ugly

Sinful if you like

Yes we give into fear

Yes, we get selfish and hoard

Yes we hate and misuse power

 

Yes we are all too often poster children

for the fall

Yes

Yes

Yes

 

But that is not our nature

It may be “who we are”

But it is also not who we are

 

which is why we need to be purified!

cleansed

 

Perhaps faith is as much a matter of unlearning as it is of learning

Perhaps “God is not found in the soul by adding anything,

but by a process of subtraction” (Meister Eckhart)

 

there are so many things to unlearn that do not work

Self-loathing

Fear

The need to win (be number one)

Some pretty profound selfishness (me first)

A desperate need to be liked and admired

 

We must unlearn so that we can learn

Not for the first time

That we are loved by God

That we do not have to fear

That winning isn’t everything

And that we gain more by giving than by grasping

 

Unlearning is hard work

it can be painful

purging, refining, reconstructing

being born again

 

and our hearts cry out to God

“Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones that you have crushed rejoice.

Hide your face from my sins, and blot out all my iniquities.

Create in me a clean heart, O God, and put a new and right spirit within me.”

(Psalm 51)

 

O Sacred One

O God

My God

 

It is all pretty simple, isn’t it?

 

The answer to everything

to sleepless nights, to torturous thoughts

to fear and anger

 

the answer to those things that distort original blessing

and blur the divine image

 

the secret to peace, hope, joy

and love

 

is placing ourselves in your loving hands

and letting You do

Your purifying

Thing

Creating in us a clean heart,

Putting new and right spirit within us

 

So why do we try to make it all

So much

About

Us?

MAJESTY

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.

    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;

    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil

Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?

Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;

    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;

    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil

Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

 

And for all this, nature is never spent;

    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;

And though the last lights off the black West went

    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —

Because the Holy Ghost over the bent

    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

          Gerard Manley Hopkins

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majesty

mountains soaring high into the sky

fiery clouds on a winter’s morn

snow-draped trees and the squeak of freshly fallen snow

and a million stars sparkling in the sky

 

majesty

a dog howling at the moon

and a cat at play

a horse feeling her oats in a pasture green

 

majesty

a child’s laughter

and a voice lifted in song

a stuffed bear loved to extinction

a living room filled with the chaos of life and love

 

majesty is not just found

in mansions large

in gold-gilded extravagance

in crowns and scepters

 

majesty is found in strange and mystical places

in every place

that Sacred dwells

 

and Sacred dwells in everything

in everyone

 

which is why everyone is a royal child

behold what love God has given us

that we should be called the children of God

and that is what we are

 

majesty

the child at school

the food handler at McDonald’s

the farmer in the field

the worker in a cubical

the nurse on the floor, the doctor in the exam room

the man at the bar, deep in his “cups”

the woman behind the counter facing the Christmas rush

the person sleeping in the doorway, soaked with urine and sweat

the family sneaking across the border in the dead of night

the gay couple celebrating their marriage

the minister wondering what to say on Christmas Eve

 

majesty

angel choirs singing in the heavens

shepherds in the fields, watching their flocks by night

animals in a stable

magi wandering

and a wrinkled and red child of poverty

born

 

Saturday, December 24, 2022

TRAVELER

 

Isn't it instructive that the spiritual formation of the original disciples happens with Jesus on the road? In effect, the disciples learn by doing. They grow into an understanding of this God of love, this God of compassion, this God who loves justice, this God who makes all things new, by participating as active observers and agents of compassion, justice, and newness. And, yes, necessarily, they pause with Jesus to reflect, ask questions (sometimes stupid questions), and pray. But the spiritual adventure described in the four Gospels does not happen in the sanctuary; it happens on the road, in the company of beggars, prostitutes, and lepers.

              Richard Rohr

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Each day

is a crash course in love

 

after we

who would be connected with something Sacred

have practiced our spirituality

 

after the prayers have been prayed

the metta phrases spoken the deep breaths taken

 

after the sacred texts have been perused

 

we must, one way or another,

hit the road

 

and on that road (or so it seems to me)

we have one primary agenda

 

to live love

 

to think love

carry love

practice love

be love

 

it is not easy

 

for there are other people on that road

 

some we find easy to love

but others? not so much!

 

that person whose ideology makes our heads hurt

whose hate makes our souls hurt

that person whose very being challenges or frightens us

that person who has hurt us

insulted us

said negative things about us

 

that person we know just simply doesn’t like us

 

most of us do not run into actual lepers these days,

but our society has “lepers” of its own making

people with mental illness

or addiction

 

then there are the poor

the homeless

those “lazy moochers”

who just need to “get off their asses” and get to work!

 

and when we meet these people

we are called by one who is Love

to think love

and live love

 

and it is not easy

 

sometimes we are just too wrapped up in ourselves

and our own agendas, our own needs

sometimes too fearful, too angry

 

and yet there on the road

in the dust

on the hard pavement

in the grocery store

in our places of work

on Facebook

 

that is where our adventure with the Sacred is to be lived out

that is where we really learn

 

life is our spiritual school

and it is on the road that we learn about God

learn about ourselves

and learn, ah yes, learn about love, giving, forgiving, compassion

about the need for common good

 

Abraham, Moses

Elijah and Elisha

the magi on their journey

the disciples in their wanderings

Peter, and Paul (on the road to Damascus)

 

were travelers all

 

their journeys were varied

the destinations too

the lessons were diverse

and yes, some got lost

at least for a moment

 

but they traveled on

and found in mysterious and unexpected ways

 

peace, hope, joy

and yes

Love 

THIRSTY

The world is thirsty. All creation is groaning. Christianity, as it is, has not satisfied the souls of those who hunger for another way of life.”

Shane Claiborne, The Irresistible Revolution: Living as an Ordinary Radical

 

I will pour water on the thirsty land and streams on the dry ground;

I will pour my spirit upon your descendants and my blessing on your offspring.

They shall spring up like a green tamarisk, like willows by flowing streams.

          Isaiah 44 (NRSVUE)

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I am thirsty Lord

My soul is parched by the hotness of hate

The heat of fear

 

I am thirsty

Wrung dry by a world where domination and greed rule

And people are oppressed and impoverished

 

Sometimes this life feels like a wasteland

A plodding existence through

A dry and barren land

Where there is no water

 

A long night’s journey toward a dawning

That never seems to come

Toward an Advent that seems more like a mirage

Than a promise

 

I am thirsty

And I long for water

Living water that will well up in my soul

That will bubble and splash

That will gush and roar

 

So that I bloom and grow

Roots deep

Flourishing

 

I know that water is dangerous

I know the devastation of the flood

As waters roar and rend

 

Covering, tearing, clearing

Cleaning

 

I know I can find myself

Like the armies of Pharoah

At the bottom of the sea

 

But yet I seek the water of life

The gushing roar of the Spirit

The fountain of life

 

my soul thirsts for Sacred Presence

my flesh faints for Lord

as in a dry and weary land where there is no water (Psalm 63)

 

I am willing to take the risk

Knowing I may be uprooted

Washed away

Knowing I may be plunged into crushing depths

Knowing I may be tossed and battered

By the raging of the water

 

I want to be filled with water overflowing

Until the very stuff of life leaks out of the cracks in my soul

To water the dryness of the world

 

And the world blooms

And the air is filled

With the fragrance of Love

 

Thursday, December 22, 2022

BELOVED

When you looked at me

your eyes imprinted your grace in me;

for this you loved me ardently;

and thus my eyes deserved

to adore what they beheld in you. . . .

Let us go forth to behold ourselves in your beauty.

                     John of the Cross, “The Spiritual Canticle,” stanzas 32, 36

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what is grace

other than the Beloved

looking on us with eyes of love?

 

What is grace

other than the Beloved making us the beloved?

loving us so deeply that we are given Love

permeated with the Sacred

 

the Beloved giving us a piece of

the Sacred

call it Spirit

call it Love

a piece of himself/herself

 

and then, as the indwelling one, empowering us to love God

which allows God to come back to us in full measure

a circle of love

 

The "very love with which we think we are loving God

is actually the love by which God first loved us" (Meister Eckhart)

until beloved by the beloved

 

we participate

in all that is peace

all that is hope

all that is joy

all that is love

 

and thus connected

and so filled

we are reconciled and transformed

 

new creations!

Sacred children

 

what is grace

other than we children of grace

flawed vessels that we are

cracked pots

 

leaking grace

 

looking at others the way the Beloved looks at us?

seeing in them not just a little piece of the divine

but also a little piece of ourselves

 

for we all participate

that “single, bigger Gazing and Loving”  (Richard Rohr, Daily Meditations, 4/11/21)

that some call God

 

we all are joined together

by the bond of Sacred Presence

that inner dwelling

 

so that Sacred is in me

and Sacred is in you

and thus I am part of you

and you are part of me

 

what is grace

other than realizing we all participate

in the same love

unearned and freely giving

 

all participate in the same

acceptance

 

the same welcome

 

that we are indeed One in the Spirit

and that we have no other choice

but to love our neighbor

 

no matter who that neighbor is

no matter what that neighbor has done

no matter their color, culture

creed, sexual orientation

or ideology

 

we have no choice

but to love them as ourselves

passing on

humbly, through (in many cases) our weakness

 

(remember, grace is most often leaked)

 

the acceptance and welcome

we have received

 

until they too understand

they are precious souls

beloved 

STRANGE

Washed into the doorway by the wake of traffic,

he wears humanity like a third-hand shirt

–blackened with enough of Manhattan’s dirt to sprout a tree, or poison one.

His empty hand has led him where he has come to.

Our differences claim us.

He holds out his hand, in need of all that’s mine.

 

And so we’re joined, as deep

as son and father. His life

is offered me to choose.

 

Shall I begin servitude to him? Let this cup pass.

Who am I? But charity must suppose, knowing no better,

that this man is a man fallen among thieves, or come

to this strait by no fault

–that our difference is not a judgment,

though I can afford to eat and am made his judge.

 

I am, I nearly believe, the Samaritan who fell into the ambush of his heart

on the way to another place. My stranger waits, his hand held out like something to read,

as though its emptiness is an accomplishment.

I give him a smoke and the price of a meal, no more

 

–not sufficient kindness or believable sham.

I paid him to remain strange

to my threshold and table,

to permit me to forget him—

knowing I won’t. He’s the guest

of my knowing, though not asked.

                        Wendell Berry

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people come to us from everywhere

from Guatemala, and Venezuela,

from Syria and South Sudan

from Myanmar and Somalia

 

they come from the lands of poverty

 

and from rural byways in the deep south

from behind the sagebrush curtain of the west

from the depths of great American cities

where urine soaked back allies

and littered doorways are called home

 

they wash up to our doorways

 

wearing their poverty

their hunger and exhaustion like a shirt

weighed down by hopelessness and fear

 

chased by contempt and shaming

neglected by those who are too comfortable, too important, too busy

to stop, to see, to listen, to care

 

those busily on their journeys

to church,

or work

 

those who will not offer a glance

but stare stolidly ahead

head down

rushing through life to whatever is next

rushing past hoping not to see

 

some offer a sort of welcome

a token gesture

a coin tossed

 

help offered at arms length

just enough to feel righteous

but not embrace

 

just enough to satisfy the conscience

and that strange Sacred pull

that comes from deep within

that comes from Sacred Presence

 

a quick handout, a furtive meal

a scrap of cloth, a voucher

so one can hurry on our way, or hurry them on their way

 

out of sight

and out of mind

a stranger who remains a stranger

unvalued and unwelcomed

 

Ah Lord

that is not the way it is supposed to be

you wish to ambush our hearts

interrupt our lives

 

you want us to stop

and turn aside

to kneel in the dust like the Samaritan

who was good

 

to see, listen, engage

to offer our hand

to welcome the stranger

to our table, across our threshold, and yes

ah, yes

into our hearts!

 

we know all the reasons not to

it is scary and costly

and our minds scream that this one

who is in such a place, got there on her own

earned his discomfiture

 

we hide behind fear

and use merit as an excuse

 

but still You call us to welcome

and embrace

 

Ah, God who is Love

help us to understand

that this one who holds out her hand

his hand

empty

 

is not a stranger,

but a beloved, joined to us at the heart

 

do not permit us to forget

this one

whom we have found along our way

this guest

who has shown up

at the threshold of

our heart

Wednesday, December 21, 2022

Wilderness

We would rather be ruined than changed.  We would rather die in our dread than climb the cross of the present and let our illusions die

          W.H. Auden

 

There is language going on out there- the language of the wild. Roars, snorts, trumpets, squeals, whoops, and chirps all have meaning derived over eons of expression... We have yet to become fluent in the language -and music- of the wild.”

Boyd Norton

 

What would the world be, once bereft

Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,

O let them be left, wildness and wet;

Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.

Gerard Manley Hopkins, Gerard Manley Hopkins: The Complete Poems

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from the safety of the valley

I gaze at the looming mountain and wild unkempt places beyond

wild, ragged, and untamed

 

comfortable and safe

warm and dry

too well fed and well watered

I sit

 

Unchallenged and sedentary

 

and I think of the wilderness

and faith

 

our faith is a wilderness faith

Abram, prince of Haran (or so we think)

was sent into the wilderness

“go,” said God, “go south”

go into the wilderness, to the place I will show you”

 

and Abram nee Abraham, went

 

I think of the people of Israel

enslaved and oppressed

then freed

but sent into the wilderness

(where challenged they constantly murmured, “let us go back to our comfort”

and kept in the wilderness, until lessons were learned

 

I think of Elijah (I Kings 17) wandering into the wilderness

and sitting under a broom tree, asking to die

 

of John the Baptizer, roaring out of the wilderness

shouting “Repent for the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand”

“Prepare the way”

 

faith it seems is not forged on couches or recliners

or even in pews

but in the wilderness

 

in those places when we are challenged

when we are dry and brittle

perhaps bewildered

lost

 

we usually see God as rescuing us from the wilderness

as One who comes into our lives and makes everything

smooth

 

Isaiah says that there is a time when we should

“clear a highway across the desert for our God

Every valley shall be lifted up,

every mountain and hill brought down;

the rugged place shall be made smooth

and mountain ranges become a plain. (Isaiah 40:3-4)

 

but God is not making a freeway in the desert so we can get out

we are called to be the ones who prepare the way

so that God can arrive

 

what God does is lead us through the wilderness

care for us in the wilderness

feeds us with manna in the wilderness

what God does is makes streams in the desert

 

the wilderness is tough

but important things, good things happened there

 

sometimes we need the wilderness

sometimes we need to move out of comfort, into unease

from certainty to bewilderment

 

sometimes we need to let go

and sometimes we need to learn to be led

 

it was in the wilderness that the people of Israel learned to be

the people of God’s heart

it was in the wilderness that Jesus confirmed the nature of his ministry

 

there will always be times

when we are called out of the valley into the wilderness

there will always be times to leave

our settled places

and go

 

go into the wilderness

to the place God will show

 

and the promise is simply this

that God will meet us there

 

and God’s new thing will happen

and God will lead us to the promised land

to the place we need to go

MESSENGER


 

As it is written in the prophet Isaiah,

“See, I am sending my messenger ahead of you, who will prepare your way, the voice of one crying out in the wilderness: ‘Prepare the way of the Lord; make his paths straight,’ ”

          Mark 1:2

 

Children and dogs are the messengers of God some of us do not deserve them

Ginnetta Correli

 

Love is the way messengers from the mystery tell us things –

Rumi

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I met a man once

who said he was a messenger of God

 

itinerate, and without a home

he wandered the land

sharing the news of Jesus

 

“I ate beans with him” the messenger said

“at a shelter in New York.  He now goes by the name of Lighting Amen”

 

perhaps we scoff at such audacity

and walk on our way laughing at such a scurrilous soul

 

but I wonder

 

how would we receive John the Baptizer

that brash, unruly, scruffy prophet

wandering in from the desert with his fiery message?

 

how do we receive the messengers of God?

 

ah, the messengers of God!

who are they?

what do they look like?

what messages do they bring?

 

are they angels on the wing

 

or are they dogs and children

touching our hearts with joy and love

 

are they prophetic voices such as Thomas Merton

or Martin Luther King Jr?

pushing us toward change?

 

do they comfort or challenge?

 

Yes!  No! Maybe!

 

I suspect there are messengers everywhere

of every shape and size

speaking to us in every kind of way

 

Shouting into the wind

Whispering our ears

In the stillness, in the noise

Calling

Calling out

 

Love is on the way

That is perhaps the one thing I am sure of

The message

 

And the message is this

Love

Love is about to advent here

 

The old hymn has it right

Angels, announce with shouts of mirth, Christ who brings new life to earth.

Set every peak and valley humming With the word, the Lord is coming.

People, look east and sing today: Love, the Lord, is on the way.

 

God sends, in so many ways, a message of Love

You are loved

You are to love

 

You are loved unconditionally

You are to love unconditionally

 

You are all loved

You are to love all

 

Cats, dogs, children

Mountains, rivers and trees

Prophets and priests

Mothers and fathers

Famous and obscure

 

All messengers

And we too

We are messengers of love

 

I agree with Isaiah

How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of the messenger who announces peace,

who brings good news, who announces salvation…”

 

We are the way God speaks love into this world

Through our words, our actions, our attitudes

We make the message clear (or not)

 

how beautiful it is when we live out our calling

and become

messengers

Monday, December 19, 2022

Flourish

 

“Peace is not just the absence of conflict; peace is the creation of an environment where all can flourish regardless of race, color, creed, religion, gender, class, caste or any other social markers of difference.”

Nelson Mandela

 

Feelings of worth can flourish only in an atmosphere where individual differences are appreciated, mistakes are tolerated, communication is open, and rules are flexible - the kind of atmosphere that is found in a nurturing family.

Virginia Satir

 

Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened, and the ears of the deaf shall be opened;

then the lame shall leap like a deer, and the tongue of the speechless sing for joy.

          Isaiah 35:5,6

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weeds flourish

as any gardener knows

 

suddenly there they are

flourishing

button weeds, stinging nettle, crabgrass,

morning glory and thistles

 

the plants I desire?

not so much

it always amazes how much work it takes

to keep the plants I want alive

and flourishing

 

it takes attention, and care

 

a spiritual self is a lot like a garden

it is amazing how quickly things can get messy

and astonishing how difficult it can be to grow the fruits of the Spirit

 

you know

love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity,

faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control

 

often, when I think of spiritual gardening

I think of prayer, and meditation

I go to the default belief that I must go inside

 

you know, to that place where the soul meets God

 

and that is certainly part of it

 

but I have come to believe that the garden of God

call it Eden if you will

is bigger than myself

 

and that to flourish spiritually I must move beyond that inner space within

to that space outside myself

and that it is not just a matter of a right relationship with myself

but also a right relationship with others

 

that flourishing involves outward relations with God and with those around me

“Love the Lord with all your heart . . . and love your neighbor as yourself” (Matt 22:37–39). “And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God” (Micah 6:8).

 

to flourish spiritually (I believe)

we must look out as well as in

we must find God in creation, and find God in our neighbor

as well as in our heart, mind and soul

 

yes, prayer, mediation and study are important

but so is participation in the redemptive work of God in the world

 

and I believe the evidence of flourishing is not an inward feeling state,

but participation with God in sustaining his creation,

working for a justice

caring for people

 

Spiritual flourishing is not inward, individualistic, and subjective,

but outward, communal, and objective

 

it is incarnational

 

think about Jesus

if anyone flourished spiritually it was he

 

and yes, he went on retreats, and prayed

but mostly he related with others

he taught

and healed

forgave

and fed

 

he washed feet

 

he sat at the table with friends (and enemies)

 

I want to flourish

I know that means inner work,

But it also means outer work

 

it means being part of a spiritually flourishing community

and it means being the hands and feet of God in this world

 

being connected with others in a redemptive

restorative way

 

flourishing means being fed, and also feeding

being loved, and also loving

being forgiven, and also forgiving

 

in my experience

the weeds of fear, doubt, hate, and prejudice

have trouble growing

when I not only love God, but love those around me

 

it is much harder to hate or neglect

much harder to harm or diminish

 

a person you are working with

the person you have served

the person you have seen, face to face

 

I want to flourish

And one way I flourish

Is to work so that all around me flourish too