Six senators and more than half of the House Republicans backed an attempt to overthrow our government, in favor of a man caught on tape just four days ago trying to strong-arm a state election official into falsifying the election results. Today the Confederate flag flew in the United States Capitol. – Heather Cox Richardson
Navy blue suit.
Sky blue tie.
in a leather chair.
pinned to the lapel.
Ninety minutes later.
Brown, animal skins.
Horned, animal hat.
Wearing a coat of tattoos.
Standing, arms flexed.
Even in unison
it all sounds so different.
Each of us is here because each of us
has waived the right to remain silent.
Kind words of blessing are the bread of email.
Words of love, the wine.
What else do you do with God's body
but eat it? Just rip the wafer in half.
Divisions are now divided such that
the system built for diversity cannot function.
Consider the perspective of
the discardable, the forgettable and the undervalued.
Why ask, when you can call the painting
anything you want?
When there is no balance
create a space for inquiry.
It is hard to imagine another way
while running down a one-way street.
As quarantine restrictions increase
so do suggestions on how to smile.
Interesting tidbits of the divine
reside and hide in the glitches.
"And just then there appeared a woman with a spirit that had crippled her for eighteen years." Luke 13:11
We are over
We are over with...
Seeing the woman bent over.
Knowing her being bent over impacts every part of her life.
Wondering if the woman in the story is done being bent over.
Knowing the woman in the story is done.
And...the woman shows up.
She is not sick.
She is burdened.
Bent over from burdens.
Eighteen years burdened.
Just as we are burdened
(How many dead as of today? 360k? And counting...)
Eighteen years crippled.
Eighteen years bowed down.
(Burdens are heavy.)
(We don't know how old she is.)
Eighteen years of her best years?
Eighteen years from birth?
Eighteen years after all her children are gone?
Eighteen years of hoping to return to normal.
Eighteen years the woman is coming.
Eighteen years to move from the margins to the center.
Eighteen years of bearing the crippling spirit.
Eighteen years of days wondering, Is this my done day.
No, but still eighteen years looking for what will make it right.
Eighteen years of leaders getting the rules right.
Eighteen years of every people getting the rules right.
Eighteen years of her closest relations getting the rules right.
Eighteen years of God making the rules right.
Eighteen years of everyone getting the relationship wrong.
Eighteen years of suffering through her freedom.
Eighteen years of suffering from our thraldom.
Center this woman.
Center this spirit-crippled woman.
Center this burdened woman.
Unburden your self.
It is nice...
...To get a real pair of shoes on
and move around.
...To choose life-projects that require the fewest number of swear words,
then, when the hammer hits the thumb, smile.
...To realize that bubblegum named after a weapon of war
comes wrapped in a comic for a reason.
...To wonder if the ending of substance abuse is the result of
God's time or of having one's head in the toilet too many times?
...To watch her surf genealogically through the waves and waves
of generations before her.
...To affirm, it still is not biblical to pray
before eating the food.
...To not worry about proper approval,
but learn to work them first and worry later.
...To thank God, for Ecclesiastes has already collected
all our whines, worries and reflections.
...To rejoice, we all may come from away
but here we all are.
Can it get any more bizarre?
Workouts, though, are much kinder
when nobody counts.
A fitting year to preach the hellfire and brimstone sermon
tentatively titled, Let's Get Horny.
For a sermon arrives in its own time.
Sometimes right on time.
A dichotomy appears, Proper and Earthy, on either end,
and, for a brief moment, arousing.
Maybe this time?
Nope. Next time, perhaps.