I do not care
if my neighbors
think my yard is attractive
as long as the bumblebees do.
It does not matter
if golfers would never
play on my yard
as long as the pollinators
feel welcome frolicking there.
I do not care
if my neighbors
think my yard is attractive
as long as the bumblebees do.
It does not matter
if golfers would never
play on my yard
as long as the pollinators
feel welcome frolicking there.
St. John began
“In the beginning was the Word”
and we have reduced the Word to words
a set of principles to observe
rules to follow
doctrines to believe
criteria by which to categorize and exclude
but that was never the apostle’s intent.
The Word is a person
the divine Logos
Immanuel
God with us
embodied Spirit
flesh and bone.
In communion,
we were never commanded
to eat the Ten Commandments
or drink a liquified Bible
but to participate
in Christ’s holy body
eating his flesh
and drinking his blood
to remind us of our belonging
and our communion
with a real person
in flesh and blood.
the whole slippery slope fallacy / analogy
makes the added assumption that you
started out at the top / in the superior position
but if that were really the case / if I started
at the summit and slid to the bottom
wouldn’t it have been easier than it was?
it felt more like an arduous exhausting
climb which leads me to believe I might
have started at the bottom / where you can
only see what’s in front of your face
where you can only see what’s obvious
where you can only take things literally
where you can’t see with the eye of a bird
with no concept of where you are in the world
you think you ARE the world
what happens when you realize you didn’t start out
on top of the mountain and slide down into a pit
you started at the base, felt the itch to climb
and see the world for what it really is
and oh my god what a view.
Marla Taviano, Unbelievable
Here’s what I would like to see:
more peace, less violence
more love, less hate
more gray, less black & white
more both/and, less either/or
more welcome, less exclusion
more conversation, less vitriol
more questions, fewer assertions
more beauty, less ugliness
more curiosity, less certainty
more wholeness, less fragmentation
more light, less darkness
more diversity, less homogenization
more inner work, fewer outward assumptions
more spaciousness, less bondage
more welcoming tears, less demanding smiles
more questions, fewer answers
more pursuit of wisdom, less trust in propaganda
more “is it possible I’m wrong,” less “I’m sure I am right”
more hugs, fewer fists
more plowshares, fewer swords
more circles, fewer pyramids
more kindness, less sarcasm
more downward mobility, less power-seeking
more “how can I love all people well?”, less how “can I protect my own rights?”
more true loving God, fewer wrong ideas about God.
I once had a pastor tell me,
"I know your problem;
You lack courage,"
though it was clear he misunderstood.
I was setting out on a journey into an unknown desert, leaving behind all of the things that fed my false selves the influence, the accolades, the security, the easy community, the utterly familiar.
I walked away from the promise of being Pharaoh's son because I could not do otherwise. I ventured into the desert of darkness of uncertainty of loneliness of suffering of death because the only way to find myself was to lose myself.
sometimes
pondering the world
leaves me breathless
and dizzy
verdant immensity
stretches out before me
and a vast sea of blue
holds its place
above my head
planetary
merry-go-round
spinning faster
than any carnival ride
is it any wonder
that I am filled with
butterflies and laughter
as I hang on
for dear life?
Creator, Redeemer, and Sustainer,
There are so many things I do not understand.
What was it like when you called the cosmos into being?
Did you speak your creative words matter-of-factly,
or did you sing as you hovered over the waters?
What do you feel when you look at the world you created?
When you look at me?
For so long, I imagined that you were angry, or disappointed,
but what if…what if
suffering stirs your compassion
and sinfulness moves you to love?
What if the great commission
was never about getting people into heaven,
but about bringing heaven to people?
What if you never intended your followers
to focus on who’s right and who’s wrong,
or who’s in and who’s out?
What if instead, you have invited us to love,
regardless of someone’s creed or culture?
What if we believed Jesus’ encouragement
to be whole, as you Father are whole?
What if we believed Paul’s words
that you are truly reconciling all things?
What if…
What if we have misunderstood sin?
What if sin is not so much about behavior, but fragmentation?
What if sinning means that we have forgotten who we are?
What if holiness has little to do
with willing ourselves to comply with a set of external standards
but instead, is about re-membering ourselves?
What if we concerned ourselves
less with avoiding evil
and more with becoming whole?
What if righteousness has little to do
with condemning sin
and much to do with living from our true self?
What if holy living was never about
white-knuckled compliance
but about welcoming ourselves back home?
This poem, Love After Love by Derek Walcott, is one of my favorites.
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved youall your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.