Tuesday, July 17, 2012

A Prayer for the Anglican Rosary

This is a prayer for the rosary developed from a series of prayers which came out of meditations I experienced while doing the daily job in my former employment as a Meals on Wheels driver. Atlanta traffic will drive people to rage or prayer and in my case at least, sometimes both: as a result I found myself in more and more frequent prayer and open eyed meditation while driving. There came out these times of driving meditations, seven prayers which coincide with the seven prayer beads separating the cruciform beads. These prayers came to signify to me God’s presence within the daily work in the world, my job, and to remind me of the intention of my life through-out the day, especially in the face of the day to day challenges of remaining centered in Spirit, while performing the day to day tasks of living in the world.

On the Anglican rosary, the cruciform beads, the four large beads, honor the Trinity, which calls on the presence of God as: Father, Son and Holy Spirit. The seven smaller beads represent prayers offered in communion with God’s presence. The invocation of the Trinity may represent specific needs for the prayer. For example, I enter into the cycle of prayer intent on healing, so with the first large bead then I usually say, “Heal me, Living God: Loving Father Creator: Loving Brother Healer: Loving Mother Spirit Sustainer.” I repeat this with each large bead, through the cycle of large beads and seven small beads, until I reach the first bead again, which then serves as the last bead (where have you heard that before? And, the last bead will be the first bead when the cycle begins again), and I ask, “Bless me, Living God: Loving Father Creator, Loving Brother Healer, Loving Mother Spirit Sustainer. Amen.” In between the Trinity beads, with the seven smaller beads, I pray these seven prayers:

1. God is love: God is with me now and always.
2. Jesus is the loving compassion at the center of my being: Jesus is with me now and always.
3. She the Spirit is the clarity of my mind, my wisdom, and the joy of my soul: She sustains me now and always.
4. God is the courage and calm of my open heart: God is with me now and always.
5. Jesus is the bearer of my pain and my healing: Jesus is with me now and always.
6. God is my liberation, my restoration, and my transformation: God is with me now and always.
7. God is my energy and my strength: God is with me now and always.

While there are traditional prayers for the Anglican rosary, these prayers represent for me first, a timely and practical instrument to respond to the cycle of activity and emotions which run through the course of the business day. They also remind me of what I need to be sustained, through the confrontations of the day and to keep them in perspective regarding my intention to remain centered in the love of God. This prayer also serves to remind me, that ultimately, I have no control, as I intentionally surrender to the compassion of God as the means to the end of my day… Blessings in Jesus Compassionate




Thursday, June 28, 2012

Response

Eventually we will all "have to choose a side". Despite all the human flaws incumbent with the history of humanity, even the cynic must realize that one force is at least "less evil" than the other, and that the course of history is writ as one small imperfect victory, for justice and liberty, after another. We have to choose between the forces which perpetuate greed and injustice, or the forces of the also flawed, who in spite of their flaws still say, "Yes, I am my brother's keeper and all humans are entitled to justice in the face of the perpetration of greed and poverty for the sake of servicing the greed."

I remain convinced that this is an act of faith which leads me, as a terribly flawed Christian, to the cross of decision, and the act of faith which leads me to also take up the cross of social conscience and action. This is the very least of compassionate awareness and faithfulness which compels me to act, if nothing more than simply being the appropriate Christian response to the sacred compassion of Jesus giving himself to the cross for me.


Monday, June 25, 2012

Matthew 19: 13-22

Today's Office gospel reading is from Matthew where the rich young man asks Jesus what is required for him to "attain eternal life". Jesus replies follow the commandments and "love your neighbor", to which the young man replies, "I have." Jesus says to him to then sell all he has and give the money to the poor and the man goes away very sad for he was very wealthy.

As I read this at Morning Prayer it struck me that the attainment of "eternal life" is the life then experienced as a life of respecting the life around me, as the commandments describe it and loving my neighbor. These are acts of giving, giving respect and giving love to my neighbor. Yet there is more. Jesus calls me to surrender all my wealth for the sake of his love, the love of eternal life. Jesus calls me to surrender what ever it is I value, whatever those things are which I would upon place a greater value than the love of my neighbor, the love of God. They could be monetary, they could be material possessions, they could be my time, talents or my sense of ego, all these things could be things which impede my capacity to more fully love and care for all of God's gifts in creation. I believe for me, today's gospel reading reminds me that the attainment of the eternal life is in the eternal giving away of those things I stubbornly persist in believing to be "mine" and to remember I truly own nothing, as All belong to God and to God alone. To share in the eternal life then could be to share in the practice of The Eternal One, to lovingly continue to strive to give all away, as love requires of me, especially those things I would persist in hoarding.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Gospels and Creeds

I finally figured it out.

I love the liturgy, the rituals and the wondrous logic of my Anglican tradition. But, I've always had at least some difficulty with the creedal aspects of church, any and all churches. Though sometimes, I admit, "some difficulty" does include a stretch of time where I would not, could not, say the Apostolic or Nicene Creeds, for some 25 plus years.

Why? Well there was difficulty with the idea of "believing" so many things of which I had no clue about, or of which my God given rational "wise as serpents" brain had difficulty accepting. Besides, there is very little Gospel actually being related through the Creeds. Eventually, I set aside the sanctity of my brain aside and began saying the Creeds as an act of devotional humility, and as a concession that indeed I don't know everything and I could be wrong, maybe, possibly. OK, but there was still something and elementally missing in the Creeds which made them difficult for me. Then someone said something which pegged the problem for me.

I can't remember the man's name but he said, "The problem with the Creeds is they reduce the life of Jesus to a period, a punctuation mark between, '...born of the Virgin Mary,' PERIOD, and 'He suffered under Pontius Pilate."

That's it. For me that's the problem. Jesus' whole life: his works, his teachings, and his directions are reduced to a punctuation mark, which means also The Gospel is reduced to a punctuation mark. The Creeds are about beliefs. The Gospels are about activities. Correct me if I'm wrong, which I'm sure I can rely on, but aside from saying we should believe Jesus, Jesus didn't talk about belief as a series of cognitive assertions. He didn't say much either about what we shouldn't believe for that matter.

I guess this is what makes me so much less a creedal guy and so much more a Gospel guy. Jesus seems to focus on what we should be doing: loving God and all of creation and all humanity, along with praying, forgiving, healing, feeding, and providing those things which people need. Yet Jesus also doesn't say we do these good works to gain God's love and favor, we do these good works because we know God and know God's loving favor, to which we respond in returning God's blessings to all. I think God's gifts to us only become real blessings when we offer thanksgiving for them, then take them, break them, and give them away into the communion of humanity and creation.

This seems to me like an awful lot to squeeze into one punctuation mark.


Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Welcoming The Society of Jesus Compassionate

On last Saturday, June 9, 2012, my voice joined three others in what we believe to be a resounding, "Yes!" to the Holy Spirit's calling.

For several months beforehand a prayer had come forth from my meditations, "Loving Holy Spirit, grant me courage to hear your voice and the humility and heart to follow you." At first the prayer came occasionally, then daily until over the last few weeks it seemed the prayer was in my heart and mind through out the day.

"Loving Holy Spirit, grant me courage to hear your voice, and the humility and heart to follow you."

It's a funny little prayer as it requests nothing too specific but which has an intention which is crystal clear and undeniable.

"Loving Holy Spirit, grant me courage to hear your voice, and the humility and heart to follow you."

I believe, last Saturday in the smallest conference room in a hotel in Arlington, Virginia, four Episcopalians, after much discernment, prayer and conversation, heard the voice of Spirit calling us to follow her. With I believe, much humility and with full hearts, we said yes to her, and set ourselves to follow her, in giving ourselves to the formation of The Society of Jesus Compassionate.

I even felt a little "fear and trembling".

Between Morning Prayer and Eucharist, we four men, a priest and three laypersons, agreed to a very simple rule and vows, and in exchanging these vows agreed to being Vowed Companions to Our Lord Jesus Compassionate, companions to each other, and to all we meet on, as Brother Chad put it, "the road to Emmaus." We are given to a life of compassionate prayer and compassionate living, all following the example of our Master Jesus, "for" as Matthew recalls, "he had compassion."

We are foundlings in a nascent community. We will make mistakes. Eventually, in spite of our best intentions, as we are what we are, all living "under the sun" of Ecclesiastes, we will hurt each other. We will forgive each other too, and still will have hope in each other's companionship through the love and fellowship of God the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. We will love each other as we pray together, work together and find rest together.

On behalf of my Brothers: Chad, Charlie, Father Robert James, and myself, we ask for your prayers as we set out on the road to Emmaus.

"Loving Holy Spirit, grant me courage to hear your voice, and the humility and heart to follow you."

May this prayer never leave my heart and never be far from my lips. Amen.




Thursday, June 7, 2012

I have a sense, a notion, that full integration of spirit and body, of prayer and work, contemplative and active, is what being a mystic is truly about, rather than the idea of being one who simply resides in the ethers. I am convinced that this is important in fully realizing the incarnation in ourselves.

It is seemingly a great struggle, and it is in the western mindset. Yet, as immensely powerful as that mindset is, that's all it is, a mindset; one to be transformed and restored to it's proper perspective of wisdom in the Spirit. Or as Paul puts it, we have a mindset to repent of, to be turned around back to the mindset of Jesus, of She the Spirit Incarnate.


Friday, June 1, 2012

"Capitolism" Does Have a Nice Ring To It Though

"Conservatives" are never good for national economies, good times or bad, as they only want to conserve their stranglehold on wealth. These professional "conservative" politicians and preachers function as agents for the wealthy elites, who have no desire to remove any more wealth than what they deem "necessary" from their clutches. If economies grow, then wealth is being removed from their clutches and then is distributed among the general populations, which is in truth, the sole purpose of capitalism: to generate flow of wealth through a society. Yet the wealthy elites, powers and principalities, would strangle economies for their purposes and strangle the individuals who make up economies. Think about this. This is not capitalism.

Poverty is collateral damage. Poverty is warfare. Poverty is violence. Poverty has never been God's will, as some think, or chance, or survival of "the fittest". Poverty has always been violence manufactured and sustained by human hands. Even by mine.

God help me, I have been so freaking thick. Mea Culpa.



Thursday, May 24, 2012

Rising Tides

She the Spirit is rising and lifting us all with her. Powers and principalities are terrified, their minions' stocks are declining and with their declining influence, we are retaking stock of ourselves and each other. We go online (my blog is receiving as many hits from Russia as from the US), pick up our phones, and see each other, in real time, and see simultaneously, we are the same. We start to see that if we are the same, then perhaps we are one divided against ourselves, to someone else's profit. Eventually we say enough, we are one. We can therefore move as one. We can peacefully, as one worldwide community, communion, say to powers and principalities, with their machines of poverty and war, and say to them: Enough, we will participate in your illusion no more!

She the Spirit is moving. Can the church keep up? We must follow Spirit beyond the walls of stone and wood and beyond the walls of doctrine. If we must, we must leave preachers, priests and bishops behind. If we must, we must leave all the fearful behind with our sacrificial fears. We can simply follow God's call for loving justice. Pray and let Spirit remind you. Pray and be moved to remind me.


Sunday, May 6, 2012

The Next Church

I think this is where the Spirit is leading us to ultimately.

People, from all around the world and different traditions will move past the ancient barriers of ideology, personified in brick, mortar and doctrine. Because we communicate now, literally "through the ethers" of electronic media, the barriers are dissolved. Because the barriers are dissolved we, the Church of Christ's communion of compassion, can make direct contact, right now, to accumulate help in addressing the needs of those who suffer around us. We who hear Christ's call to first value love, and loving God through loving each other, will ultimately move on beyond those who would despise, judge and ignore the pleas of the suffering.

It's only a matter of time before the regional "minorities" of disciples will look beyond their denominations, their regions to find each other and connect with each other. We will then realize, "Wow, the Church has been here the whole time, we've just been separated from each other." We, from our compassionate minorities, will join each other in a "super-majority": the loving, compassionate, justice bearing community Jesus promised us, if we but believe and do.


Friday, May 4, 2012

The Evolution

God's call, and the prophetic echo, has always been liberation. Though it takes on different voices through history, the Spirit has always moved humanity towards liberty. We continue to move forward, as more people experience liberty, more people desire it. The more people desire it, the more they move towards it. Liberty, freedom, is the natural state of the garden, therefore, in a certain sense we humans are the last to evolve to it. But we will, it is inevitable, unless we completely destroy the garden before we can get there.


Thursday, May 3, 2012

So Grant Us Courage

The way of the prophets is hard to endure, yet graces the hearts of God's people with courage and love for all creation. The prophetic voice shatters hearts of glass.


Thursday, April 26, 2012

Why Show Up?

When I returned to the church, I wrestled with the liturgy's language and the Creed, I couldn't say the parts I didn't agree with, but eventually I did, and do, say them as a practice of humility: I just might be, could possibly be, wrong about some things. It is possible that I don't have all the answers. There are days when I don't want to go. I may be depressed or tired. But sometime we just have to show-up. You never know wonderful little thing may occur, a smile from someone who never does, or a hug from someone who never does but just happened to need one more than me and was willing to give it a try. You just gotta show-up sometimes, you never know what may happen.


Saturday, April 21, 2012

We Can Overcome

Who are you, or am I, to judge? We can overcome bad theology without resorting to the same belittling tactics and scapegoating used by extremists. In fact, we will only overcome the bad theology by first overcoming the bad rhetoric. There is no time for hyperventilated rhetoric. The time is now for options and solutions in our discourse. Even more, the time for discourse is fast passing, as we are now in a time for action in the care of those among us who are suffering in spirit, mind, body and economically: the actions that are God's justice and compassion. Jesus Compassionate calls us to act, not to judge.


This is a bittersweet time, yet full with emerging grace.


Sunday, April 15, 2012

Doubts

Oh dear Thomas, the promise was always the promise of suffering, don't doubt it.

Unsure?

Put your fingers and hands into the risen one: the wounds remain. In a few days, the risen one will be the ascended one, and the wounds will remain.

What changed is the person around the wounds, the same person who, if we will, can by those same wounds, transform me around the wounds of mine.

Such is the mystery and power of love.


Sunday, April 8, 2012

Easter 2012

Today from every dark place, every nook and cranny, every crevice and cave, from under every stone and rock, from even the rocks themselves, came the great cry of creation, of life's inability to be suppressed. The great shout goes up defying death's folly and self-indulgence, as it is the Cosmos' plan, the Living One's victory that life always returns, always rises up, again and again and again.

We know this whether we always see it or not. And more, today we know that we are made in God's image, their image, male and female, in their image too in our capacity to love as well. This is what's so special about us, we can choose to love, and the greater our willingness to suffer the exquisite pain of loving, the greater and deeper our love and being loved grows, growing ever, like the expanding Cosmos, which is hoping to be big enough to contain all the love we have to grow in God's promise, and each other.

This is the great shout coming from the depth of our being, the sorrows of our hell, into which the great love of Jesus enters into, pulling us out of the depth and dark of our suffering and into the light of his love, God's love. All I need to do is have the courage of my Lady Mary Magdalene, to go to and look into the tomb, see it empty of death and full of life's hope, and though like her, confused and terrified, I too can go running, shouting the joy of Love's victory!

We can know it. We can live it.

Happy Easter!



Thursday, March 22, 2012

Notes On "Long-Suffering"

These notes, thinking out-loud on paper, are the early formations of some study I'm currently engaged with on human suffering and the traditional thinking of the Church (Christianity), written to be shared on March 13, 2012, with my community as we study together The Life of Saint Anthony.

Br. Kenneth asked me to specifically address the question of "long suffering", as the object of my study now seems to have evolved into addressing human suffering and the Churches' (read Christianity) apparent inability to address suffering as the prime concern among humanity. Why is the Church (and religion in general) losing ground of validity and relevance in the modern world? The inability to deal with suffering is the answer, I believe. In the pressing needs of this world, salvation is nice, as is heaven, bliss and nirvana, but what about the suffering now?

I don't believe religion and the Church do a very good job in directly addressing human suffering as a concern. Many religions deem suffering to be a consequence or an end, and Buddhism, which most directly addresses suffering does so by making it the result of illusion and desire and chooses to use detachment as the means around the problem of suffering; it seems if we become enlightened enough, we won't be subject to suffering. If we do or don't do something, we'll be spared suffering. The Church spends a lot of time either saying "we deserve suffering because we're retched sinners" or would rather side-step the issue and talk around it and the mystery of it.

As a matter of fact, in my study of and experience with shamanism, it leads me to believe shamanism does a better job of addressing suffering, in that in my experience, the community holds itself accountable for the suffering within the community and the individuals who are suffering and work as a whole to address and remedy the suffering... but that's another story.

But I'm getting off track in describing my interest in the Church and suffering, and there will be plenty of time to share my studies and thoughts on the subject. The subject directly here is that Abba Antony speaks to "long-suffering" (which ultimately has implications in the world's sufferings), I think, in this sense, he is more concerned with inner-suffering, the suffering which reveals to us that we are indeed doing the real inner work required of us to grow in God's Spirit and love.

My first thought about long-suffering is that I would generally prefer short-suffering. If suffer I must, then mostly I would rather not suffer at all. But as I think on that, it occurs to me that no-suffering would also mean no-breathing and no-living, for if I stop suffering, then I must be dead... unless I've become Buddha, who while no longer suffering, I would then have to be wary of meeting Zen pilgrims on the road who would just as soon leave me dead on the road, should they meet me...

The point here being, the very fact that I am alive means I must suffer. Along with taxes and death, suffering is one of the things we all must experience, including suffering fools, beginning with my own foolish self. Yet, there are choices to be made about suffering, as it is a given that suffer we will, we can choose to a certain degree what we shall suffer and in doing so, actually diminish the totality of our suffering, while also gaining the illumination to help others in this world suffer a little less, and if we are blessed, maybe help a few suffer a lot less. Suffering is the mythic hero's lot, the means beyond the illusion of victory and glory, and rather to true happiness and peace found finally at home. Suffering is too the shaman's way, the means to learning the healing way as the wounded healer. Suffering the cross, death, and hell, is the Savior's way to resurrection and the way to our healing, or salving.

I think this is what Jesus may have been alluding to when he said his followers must take up their crosses to follow him. I hear Jesus telling me that if I make the right choices towards my suffering ("take up my cross"), then those things which cause me to suffer may then die-off (doing the inner-work) and a new me, transformed and restored me, may be resurrected form the depth of my suffering. I think that it's likely that until we begin to shape our suffering, our suffering will continue to shape us, or rather misshapen us. Could it be that this is the power Christ offers us when he invites us to take up our crosses and follow him. I believe for me this has been the case, continues to be the case, and will be for the rest of my life: this is the way for me to fully embrace my humanity and my life. This also means letting go of the idea I can control all that happens to me which brings suffering, and I can't end the suffering but that I can sure as hell embrace it as part of the fullness of my humanity and that this can serve as the springboard for more mature spirituality.

The first choice towards my suffering is realizing I will suffer, do suffer and am suffering. Thank God, not always, 24-7-365, but suffering is my companion. Someone famous once said death is my sister. Yep, it was St. Francis who spoke of "Sister Death". Perhaps we could view suffering as part of the family of experience too, "Brother Suffering", with us always. Of course with Brother Suffering being part of the family, we have to accept him and love him too unconditionally. Long-suffering this is indeed. And many tears, the holy tears of healing, holy tears cleansing The Wound we all bear.

Which leads to choice two, doing the inner work regarding "my" suffering. The questions for us then is: why do I suffer, and what cause me to suffer? This is the hard part because this means we have to accept the suffering in a deep and personal way. I have to examine the wound, probe it, examine it, wash it with soap and water, and maybe alcohol... ouch. Ouch! Ouch!! This hurts... I'm going to cry now. Maybe scream some too.

But, without the probing and cleaning, healing of The Wound will not occur. The Wound will remain and fester, and slowly poison the whole of me, and will kill me, heart and soul (or even physically), making me numb, the walking dead, or maybe even a raging horrible monster.

The next part is harder still, it means I have to be willing to take up my cross, willingly to let die the part of me which is attached to the cause of suffering, to let die the part of me which is hurt, angry, resentful, bitter, addicted, the part of me which would choose this hell and choose to make my hell part of your hell, the part of me which would strike out from the place of my suffering. Ironically, I must be willing to suffer the sorrows, deep deep sorrows of my suffering, to overcome my suffering, and the suffering I cause others in vengeance for my suffering, or in defending against suffering (an impossibility!). I must descend into my hell.

I must endure the harrowing. Fortunately there in hell Christ endures too. Christ descends into our hell, my hell, your hell, as well. Love is there too. The greatest leap of faith for me is into the pit of my hell, trusting that even in the hell of my making, God's love is present there too. And it is. I must be willing to open the gates of my hell, and let God in, you in, my friends and family in, trusting that I will be loved anyway. Even if no one shows up, I know love is present, within myself, in the act of the willingness to be vulnerable, loving God in spirit and in truth. But, I've yet to be abandoned. And if I honestly look around, I can see beyondme, and my suffering and see love is present in the world. If love is still present in the world, then I know the hope of God is present still.

Suffering forms us and depending on how we're taught to relate to it, forms us either into beings of compassion, for others and ourselves, or as beings desensitized as mis-shapened creatures forever self-imprisoned and alone to some degree, bitter, spiteful and harmful in the vain illusion that one can escape suffering. Depending on our understanding of its tension, in ourselves and others, determines whether the process is ultimately creative or destructive: the confrontation with our sufferings in each other is not something to be afraid of, friction is the natural sate of the universe creating heat and light: life; tension, when properly understood and tuned, leads to the music of life: proper tension in the lips is music for brass and woodwinds, proper tension on strings is music in piano, guitar and the string section, proper tension on drum heads is the joy of being in the percussion section... none of these are possible without tension.

Our suffering, our embracing of it, of our full humanity, brings us closer to our full divinity in Christ, in God's love and Spirit. Our suffering, our willingness to companion it, provides a place for new growth. Indeed, the companionship of our suffering is the only way to the next life; the healthy, centered, fully aware life, which embraces all, for better or worse, with compassion, joy and peace with all experience. All people share suffering in common with each other, and in suffering, all share the magnificent capacity of love. We have before us the grace of God's love born through our suffering, the liberation of suffering pioneered in bearing our own suffering Jesus in his (and therefore our) empathy and compassion... wisdom true and divine.

It was fitting that God, for whom and through whom all things exist, in bringing many children to glory, should make the pioneer of their salvation perfect through sufferings. Hebrews 2:10



Saturday, March 3, 2012

Perhaps...

Of the one thing I'm certain of, certitudes litter the circles of hell.

And with certitude I can say for me, God is not worth killing for.

The closest I can come to a certitude about God is that God is...

I can make suggestions about God: God is good, God is great... God is love, God is the persistence of life on earth, the cosmos, the beating of my heart. I can't say anything about God that doesn't acknowledge the mystery that is life as being ultimately just that, mystery.

Even my knowing God doesn't give me the ability to make an all-defining statement about God. It's like the Justice who said of pornography, "I can't define it, I know it when I see it."

Me too. I know God when I see God... from the top of Taos mountain, or in the ancient forests of Appalachia, in the ancient valleys of Scotland's highlands or the California high desert or an Arizona desert in bloom... or in the hummingbird who has nerve to hover right in my face, eyeball to eyeball, or in the spirals of stars, dust and clouds through the telescope, or in the frenetic vibrating image of sperm penetrating egg and the following explosion of cellular divisions under the microscope... or while at sea, in seeing a sky so deep with stars so to take my breath away, or to see in my beloved's eyes a universe of love so deep as to take my breath away... to have my breath taken away seeing fellow pilgrims approach the table and kneel in humility, just to share in each others' brokenness...

Or know God when I feel God... in the embrace of my almost four year old nephew, in the embrace of anyone who wishes... in my dog as he rests his head on my leg while laying down next to me when I pray, in the broken joy of tossing dirt into the grave of a loved one whose suffering is over and in the tears of knowing it will be a while before we again see each other... and in feeling the presence and memories of the dead... or in the thrill of hearing the hawk's cry... in the warmth of the sun on my face on a clear cold winter's day or in feeling summer's wind whipped ocean spray on my face, or in the soft melding of my beloved's lips in mine, kissing again and again, as we drift off to sleep...

I see and feel God in giving... in giving alms... in seeing others realize God in acts of mercy and giving, just for giving's sake.

All these are signs to me and only a few ways to name God.

With certainty though God is, God is, God is...




Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Ashes, Ashes

Shelve the "Alleluia".

Lent is returned.

Time to look back and look ahead so to be better seated here in the present, the eternal present. Lent and Advent are my favorite seasons. Granted they're not for everyone, but I'm introspective and introverted by nature, so they suit me and I them.

Plus, I like to wander and wonder so the journey of Lent, through desert and wilderness... and occasionally dried sea beds, also suits me. So on wondering wanderings I will travel, trip and stumble and get up again and keep on walking, all the while soaking in the beauty of it all, the mystery of it all, in self-examinations and reflections on the communities I share.

Where have we been, are we going: what is my, our, intention? Where is the gospel calling me to and where is she the Spirit taking me. Sometimes to the scary place of white-boned self-reality and truth. Yikes, will they again bear new flesh, breath and animation? Spirit always takes us to someplace new, where the laurels of yesterday have faded brown and are tossed upon the fire.

Ashes. Ashes. Ashes we are, ashes we are born of. Ashes of cosmoses past, stars born and died, of ages come and gone on this earth, born and died, all pointing the way to now, this moment, all giving seed to what is now and what is to come. Ashes. Ashes we will be, dusty dust and rusty rust, giving soil to something new, giving seed to something beyond our imaginings and hopes, something alive and enough; alive and enough. Life, wonder and mystery will persist, beyond our wildest aspirations and fears.

The Spirit persists, "No" is not in her vocabulary, for vocabularies are reserved for we who reside a little lower than the angels. She is "Yes". She is "I am". The word of life, the command and covenant for all eternity is the great persistent "Yes", the "I AM", God of Life, God of Love. The God of biology supreme, of geology, chemistry, astronomy and physics, the I AM of existence, perpetually churning forward, life, death, life. Against all odds such is what we are made of: ashes, dust and seed, before us and after us, alive, part and part in the mysterious whole.

God bless the ashes and the life they bring.





Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Three Line Psalm

Lent came early this year*

not with an imposition of ashes

but with an exposition of tears.



Monday, January 9, 2012

Directions

The poles have slipped
the earth's axis
has tipped to the side

The compass
spins wildly
with no bearings
to read

The gyroscope
tumbles blindly
no direction to see

In this night
on this mountain
there are no stars to be found
as the clouds have gathered
to hide them from my sight

What was north
south
east and west
are now forever gone

I can only
sit through the dark
and wait
wait on the dawn
the sunrise
of the new east