It is easier to escape G*d than it is to escape the idea of god shared by those who love god with a certitude replacing the familiar rhythms of day and night, up and down, in and out, death and life.
See that the enemy enters into your heart so that the danger of them becoming a friend increases.
How can one be led astray from idols of desire that never existed? How many bodies must be thrown on sticks of dynamite before all are safe? How do men who make flat pizza become rich enough to name stadiums? How is freedom found between feedings, cutting the grass and walking the dog? Corporate customer service wastes how many hours of my precious life?
"Imagine," I said, "a nature walk with no restrictions and no boundaries." She added, "And no signs placed on poorly marked pathways demanding, Keep Off The Grass." I said, "And to stroll with a new cadence and an extraordinary rhythm and energy." She added, "Though not all of us are as skilled as Epimenides in the ways of the gods." I offered, "All the more reason to save my tears for saving daughters." She said, "Remember: Let your gentleness be known to everyone."
Is it the long winter which makes my poems so serious and keeps them buried in cold, methodological longing?
Gospel of Matthew No questions Gospel of Mark Who will roll away the stone for us from the entrance to the tomb? Gospel of Luke Why do you look for the living among the dead? What are you discussing with each other while you walk along? Do you not know about the things that have taken place? What things? Was it not necessary that the Messiah should suffer these things and then enter into his glory? Were not our hearts burning within us while he was talking to us on the road, while he was opening the scriptures to us? Why are you frightened? Why do doubts arise in your hearts? Have you anything here to eat? Gospel of John Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you looking for? Have you believed because you have seen me? Friends, do you have any fish? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? If it is my will that he remain, what is that to you? Book of Acts Why do you just stand here looking up toward heaven?
Divine word, who appears in the dullness of our days like lightning and shakes the ground, move the stones away from our heavy hearts, for the guards we have placed around the perimeters of our lives number in the thousands. Amen.
Another way opens along the ground when you glance towards the bush that carries suffering like berries.
The metrics show a decrease in privilege despite more attention being paid to differences incenting niceness. Uncomfortable work reversing trends of excellence in response to being screwed fails once again. Victims of the same pedagogical systems which teach downward mobility remain enthralled. We kid ourselves by filling our garages with used mattresses thinking Jefferson's meritocracy has arrived. Great thoughts remain small behind curtains while little men control the levers of work and play.
...Suggest that tradition must be respected at all times. ...Campaign endlessly for stewardship of the heart. ...Believe evening walks should only go around the block. ...Take out the garbage in every letter written. ...Cry, There are so many adversaries. ...Walk past the gravestones of the blessed souls. ...Reckon hope to be only a prologue to the day. ...Recklessly hoard prosperity for sunny days. ...Propose sole purposes for existence. ...Hold shares to profit from created misery. ...See no excellence in the idea of diversity. ...Create victims of downward-pushing systems. ...Rejoice in days where nothing happens.