I stretch
I stretch
Fingers splayed
Reach
On tippy toes
Further
Further still
Stretch
so there’s more space between vertebrae
Stretch
Further
Now further
Vulnerable
Exposed
If I could just …
BAM!
Broken.
Left
To
Die.
I stretch
I stretch
Fingers splayed
Reach
On tippy toes
Further
Further still
Stretch
so there’s more space between vertebrae
Stretch
Further
Now further
Vulnerable
Exposed
If I could just …
BAM!
Broken.
Left
To
Die.
I saw Delight today
And joy.
They were in a diner with a couple of kids.
The kids were arguing over who got to hold the menu
And delight reached her arms around one child
And kissed him on the top of his head.
Joy got the attention of the other
And helped her look at the pictures of the ice cream sundaes
And discussed quite seriously, the difference
Between caramel and butterscotch.
The two had Peace among them
Congregational care in the little booth
And a moment of the fleeting holiness
Where sanctity is ice cream
And beauty is sipped
Through a plastic straw.
Deep within
The blackest glittering depth
Of the darkness
Moth surprises
Awake!
To the hollow,
Aim for the
Emptiness,
Reach into the
Nothingness for the
Naked
Holy
Soul.
Watch.
love outpouring
life restoring
Beauty
bird song
new dawn
Birth
tide pours in
powers over
Baptism
new life
real me
Believe
I looked for you
In the rain
In the dark
In quiet places
And silent times.
Why won’t you come when I call?
Ah,
You called me
Waited for me
Watched and
Sighed
At my
Perpetual
Deafening
Whine.
Yet
Never
Left.
Here I am again Lord
Lonely and afraid
Although I know you are with me.
We sit together in this quiet time
Like an old married couple.
Its not necessary to talk
We’re both too tired
And you know what’s on my mind
without me saying a word.
Yet I feel compelled
to remind you
that I’m afraid.
I’m taking a chance.
I’m crossing the lane
Crossing that line
Jumping without a parachute
Flying without being tethered
to anything
but you.
Yeah, yeah you’re here.
Do my speaking
Do my flying
Make my pitch
and come back home
and tell me how it went.
Because I’m tired.
Its been a long life
No one knows
we live like this
in this sort of
relationship.
They wouldn’t believe me
if I told them.
Teach me, take me, fill me.
Infuse me with your sacred
Spirit of holiness
May I be absorbed yet not
diminished
Accepted, approved but not
separated
Filled, fulfilled, found not
lost
Completed but not
finished.
#poetry
Teach me, take me, fill me.
Infuse me with your sacred
Spirit of holiness
May I be absorbed yet not
diminished
Accepted, approved but not
separated
Filled, fulfilled, found not
lost
Completed but not
finished.
#poetry
Oh my Lord,
My sweet, sweet Lord.
I imagine the disengaged expression on your face
Used to represent an antiquated Jewish carpenter
From the “middle” East,
Yes you, that Jesus;
Please help us.
You see Lord,
We the People,
In order to form a more “perfect union”,
A union of all American men
who are white and strong and good and straight
And ride the white horses
In chasing away those
Evil injuns
And saving the helpless women
In the petticoats and calico dresses,
The “make American great Again” men
Please Jesus,
Please forgive “us”,
The white men that created you.
Deliver us from the
Hate swarm
Group-think
Power hungry
Egomaniacal
Fear filled
Gun toters
Who profess
to believe in a
Guns-and-Roses Moses
And not a brown and homeless
immigrant.
Let me kneel and wash your tired feet
As you wipe the sweat from my
Upturned brow before you
And receive your grace in place of those
Who feel no need, nor understand
Arrogance, bigotry, sexism, xenophobia.
Please forgive us as
Mr. Cleaver forgave the Beave
For doing something so stupid
That we make even those who
Desire to live stupidly
Feel offended.
And dear Lord? My golden calf Lord?
Teach us again how you
Washed the feet of the 12
And probably even more than 12,
If you actually count the women,
And the children
And the stranger
And Elijah;
Elijah who awaits an invitation to
Come to our “open” table
And celebrate with all of us.
Finally.
Amen.
In Matthew, Mark and Luke, a man approaches Jesus and asks him what he has to do to “inherit eternal life”. He is called “the rich young ruler” and he addresses Jesus as “Good Teacher” and Jesus replies, “Why do you call me ‘good’?” Jesus goes on to tell him to keep the commandments and the guy says he’s done all that. So Jesus tells him to sell all he has & give it to the poor, and then, in addition, follow Jesus. The man goes away sad because he doesn’t want to do that. And that’s the end of his story.
The young man called Jesus “good” and I can imagine Jesus saying, “Who told you that?” or “Where did you get that idea?” or even “What do you mean by ‘good’?”
As a person who is sent to talk to families during emergency situations, I can tell you that people often think that I do not come bearing “good” news but the news about what Jesus came to offer us is called “good news”, the “Gospels”.
So if Jesus has been thought to be, or even misunderstood as a “good” teacher and the news of Jesus is considered “good news” then why is it that in so many places in Christian history that people of this ‘good news” have been everything but good?
I often feel as confused about the Christian faith at 56, having been in ordained ministry for 22 years, as I did as a young teenager at church camp, reflecting on locker room body shame of a 13 year old. It makes no sense.
Since the beginning of the year I’ve witnessed these things – just briefly, and to name these casually:
I don’t want to seem paranoid or anything but I know I’m not the only person who is noticing these things but NOTHING IS BEING DONE TO STOP THIS.
We can’t stand on the basic tenets of our Constitution. We can’t stand on the tenets of Wesleyan Tradition of using Scripture, tradition, reason and experience in working out our salvation. Further back, we have distorted Christianity into something I no longer recognize in this country and champion Donald Trump as a Christian leader and even without any religious dogma, Truth itself, decency, respect are all subject to interpretation and/or cannot be trusted.
We have indeed traded the truth for a lie, we have stomped on the necks of our sisters and brothers in order to get an extra teaspoon of sugar for ourselves. No, there is no decency, there is no kindness.
If the people who believe America was once great when others were sorely oppressed (and wanted to “Make America Great Again”) are proud of themselves and the Pharisees are riding high with the Klan, I will be with those who hunger and thirst for righteousness and even those who hunger and thirst for food and drink and medication and education and work with their children in the cages because that’s where I will find the “Good Teacher” and not some Golden Cow.
Here I Stand.