Waiting for the moon to rise I caught the scent of the fragrance of fulfillment encouraging me to let it go. I stood surrounded by the bare trees of winter not asking to receive anything I could not give them. Earlier, sitting in my favorite chair, I saw a divine revelation in the words on the page asking for experience to be shared. The many-sidedness of the tables where we come to dine and to share the wonder of living brings to bear the same intention and inspiration found in most pulpits calling each of us to the ground.
Monthly Archives: January 2023
Going About Suffering
We know at once what a great man Jesus was by the number of questions asked of him while he patiently went about his suffering.
“Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.” – Matthew 5:8
Visible God, surrounding us with yourself for all to see and touch, so many are pure in heart, even more, pure in soul, and yet the brutes come upon us, once again, blurring our vision with their designs; with each beat of our hearts take their ways and cast them into the outer fire where the dross of disregard and danger melts into something useful to be used for blessing all who desire to see you in your fullness. Amen.
Forever Time
"In this time I could stay forever." - Wendell Berry Sometimes the biggest victory of the day is not to get upset at oneself after spilling a gallon of milk on the kitchen floor. To take the second moment, where God is often found hiding, is the practiced breath of faith in the ongoingness of time. To stay forever there may be a wish for all to come true. But off we go, into the wonder-full day.
Relief After Suffering
Too many history lessons put the people to sleep. Better to look as if we have been awakened by dreams. Fears will be officially gone when we lose our sense of self that wakes us up in the morning to believe. Standing in the Rio Grande valley mesmerized by the blue sky coming down to meet the water, I hope and pray to faithfully follow the call rolling up the river to practice the great virtues with tolerance. Sometimes relief at not having offended the other is the best we can feel after our mutual suffering.
Promises
We hold fast to our human traditions as if abandoning the commandments of God is as easy as celebrating the victors of the latest super game given to us by the powers-that-be crafting our lives. Fascination will return. The health of the family will become a concern. Unannounced visits to those caught in the process of being made well will once again unfold between neighbors. And promises to serve each other tomorrow will be kept even in the midst of fear and sadness.
To Be Written today
There is nothing that needs to be written today. There is no greatest commandment to be passed along. The book is closing on the daily reading once again. Eloquence walked quickly out the door yesterday holding hands with love and dancing with paradox. All will return when the time is right on judgment day. In the meantime, always in the meantime, fools have always said, "There is no God," so why worry about the absence of the divine in their talk. We turn ourselves about trying to face the great mystery only to stumble along and become broken vessels letting the light out to play on the beach as the tide comes in.
Immediately they left the boat and their father and followed him. – Matthew 4:22
Holy One of the generations, one following another following another, how many times must we leave each other to follow the wrong star home hoping it will lead us to the divine jackpot? Call us back into ourselves and away from all that seeks to separate us from one to another and another; and there, following your will, find everything greater than what we have always been looking for. Amen.
God of Nots/Knots
God of Nots. God of Knots. The not of god. The knot of God. The knotted God. Not God? Knot God. God, do not give us this day our daily knot.
Bear-Carrying
I remember her coming down the stairs in her blue dress holding a little bear in her arms as if parting from its softness would somehow bring upon her all the cares of the big world which she sees me carry upon my shoulders as I prepare a breakfast of a bowl of cereal for the both of us. Perhaps I should take up bear-carrying in the morning and lose the frightened look I hold upon myself as if the world is out to get me.