Showing posts with label who am I? what's life all about?. Show all posts
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Sunday, May 31, 2020

This Has Been My Life

I cry.

I hurt.

I rage.


I’m sad.

Disturbed.

Broken.


But now, this morning.

I’m clear:

Now is not the time.

To indulge such things.


Lest they capture me.

And hold me captive.

Way too long.


Now is the time to remember.

Who I am.

What I’m about.


I am a man of God.

By God’s grace, alone.

And servant of Christ.


This has been my life.

My hope.

My being.


I’m also a rank sinner.

Full of self.

Thoughts terrible, to even shame hell.


Such things burden my soul.

I’ve failure enough to fill a book.

But grace is the larger story.


Bookending all that I am.

Holding me close to the great mysteries.

Faith, hope, and love.


So, here I am.

Darkness at the edges.

Light there, too.


I reach … 

At the tip of my fingers.

Something.


I see it, cloudy and dark.

Bright and opaque.

Sheer and shiny.


Rumbling and grumbling.

Roaring and crying.

Cooing and singing.


My destiny?

It’s my heritage.

What I’ve been is my guide.


To announce good news.

Noting cheap about it.

Hard won and bloody.


Cradles and crosses.

Disciples and dust.

Terror and tombs.


But good news.

The Spirit of God.

Wrestling with this crooked world.


And the likes of you and me.

The Spirit of God.

Still hovering over the dark waters.


To bring out something.

Something right and bright.

Good and wholesome.


Something bursting with fecundity.

Which is a good word, I think.

Something ready to get and to give.


Well, enough of that.

That’s my story morning glory.

To be what I am.


And I’d say the same to you.

Care and cry.

But don’t lose your story.


To God forever.

We belong.

You me, together.


Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Bible, Jesus, Land and Water

August 8, 2017

A kindly friend asked me to share my thoughts on the Bible, Jesus and stewardship of land and water.

Books, big books, and then some, have been written on all of this, but here goes, my version, and brief … 

The Bible

It’s here … and can’t be ignored. It’s been read by millions as “holy writ” … God’s Word and all of that. In the hands of some, it’s become a weapon, to hurt. For others, a means to heal. Why it should be so easily used for such diametrically opposed purposes is a clue to the nature of the Bible - it’s here, and it refuses to tell us how to read it. It’s up to us.

And speaking of that, it’s important for us to know something of our own story - the values we hold, the kind of family that reared us, and what it is that moves us.

Knowing that will shed some light on how we read the Bible. Angry people find anger; frightened people find fear; proud people find support for their pride; hurting people find hope; lost people guidance; generous people love. 

I think there’s a dialogue of sorts between us and the Bible … but much of what we read is determined by what we bring to it. 

And maybe the Holy Spirit … but that’s for another book or so.

Jesus

He’s there … in the text … in the hymns and stories of faith. The Bible never quite says, “This is who he is.” It leaves a lot to the imagination. 

No doubt, there are some who shy away from Jesus and would rather read stuff from the Old Testament, about conquering, killing and punishment. It makes them feel better, in a very strange sort of way.

Jesus himself seems to have his favorite items … it’s important, or so I think, to pay attention to that.

To follow Jesus is not easy … nor should it be. 

To know something of Jesus may well lead us to the Father … or remind us that the Father is our Father … and to God we belong, in life and in death. Period.

Is there anything after this life?

Whatever one says, it’s helpful to ask why we would want that?

When it comes to Jesus, I like to think that we need someone like him to take our hand, when, like Peter, we in water over our heads, which happens a great deal. 

We’re wonderful, and shitty, all at the same time … we need something, grace; we need someone, Jesus, to tip the scales toward the wonderful side of things. The shitty part remains, but with some help, it doesn’t have to be so strong. Better angels, and all of that. 

Anyway, back to Jesus … he’s there, in the text … Christianity is all about him … though Christianity has paid less attention to what he said and did, and mostly to his death … a bloody business that seems to please a lot of folks, who claim it as their passage way to happy times after this life. Oh well …

I think Jesus remains enigma … and so he should … yet some things are clear, at least for me: be kind, be loving, forgive quickly and deeply … hang in there … give rather take … again, the Holy Spirit … but, as Is I say, that’s another book, and likely a big one.

God helps us, I think … some have tried to turn this into a religious business, and put it on TV. But that pretty well messes it all up.

To follow Jesus … yes. 

And better, far better, to do that with others. 

In the end, to hope that others will say our life was worth the living, that they’re grateful to have known us, and in our own little way, we made this a better world. For me, in the mix of all of this, Jesus remains … for me, from little on … to this very moment … Jesus.

Stewardship of land and water.

They are here.

And of God.

And good … 

To use them, yes … but with care. 

Endless exploitation for short-term pleasure is the death of these remarkable elements, and then our death. Endless technology will not save us from our own greed.

Pay attention to what land and water say to us. If we listen, we hear the word of life, and words of warning, too. They will survive us, outlive us. Or maybe, like Mars, one day they’ll be gone, too, and this blue-green planet will turn dry and read and barren. 

But until then …

To honor land and water is to honor God … to honor what God made … what God declares good, and what God intends to hold together for a new heaven and a new earth.

For me, putting it all together, the Bible, Jesus, land and water … they’re all here, one way or the other … before I got here, and after I’m gone … and it pays to pay attention, serious attention, to things of this magnitude. They’re bigger than me; much bigger, and hold lessons and memories and majesty.


Can only hope and pray, work and weave … and sing, “This is my Father’s world” … or Mother’s, too … because God is both, and then some … but that’s for another book, a very, very, very, big one.