Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
They went out and followed him,
Those who had sat with him at the table.
He led them to a garden
Where he prayed while they slept.
He was kissed,
And because he was kissed he was arrested,
And when he was arrested, his friends fled,
Some to go into hiding,
One to stand beside a bonfire,
And say I never knew him,
I never knew him…
Until the cock crowed.
He was brought before the religious authorities
And accused of the sin of blasphemy
And of threatening insurrection.
Having no power to deal with him,
They handed him over to the state governor,
Who listened to the accusations
And then asked the accused
What have you to say?
To which the response was silence.
He had said it all.
He was not found to be guilty of any criminal charges
But because he was an embarrassment,
It was decided that the people should determine his fate.
He was cursed and spat on,
Whipped and humiliated.
And on his shoulders a cross was placed,
Which he accepted with grace.
Under the weight of it
He stumbled and fell
Stumbled and fell
All the way to Calvary.
On top of a garbage dump,
He was nailed to a cross of wood
And left to die,
While soldiers gambled,
Religious leaders smiled with satisfaction
And his mother watched and waited
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
New Life into Old Dry Bones
On Sunday, our minister at SUC, with the help of Sasha on djembe, offered us a very artful rendition of Dry Bones from Ezekiel.
Talk about bringing new life to old scripture! It is very useful to hear scripture in creative ways that bring the message home. For instance: God is very clearly telling Ezekiel to “prophecy to them bones!” In other words, once again scripture is saying “It’s up to YOU, o Human One—you know whether or not those old bones can come to life!” WE cannot leave it up to God—the ball is in OUR court!
It led me to ask of myself, “What is the most important thing that is accomplished through Squamish United Church?” Does anybody have an answer?
Thank you, Karen and Sasha. This was not only entertaining, but thought provoking, and, judging by the buzz of the congregation, will be remembered for years to come!
Keep on prophesying to these ole bones!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
This is one of the many poems Peter Short shared with us last week. It really made me think about who I am and what I do so I thought I would share it with you on this day of our Soul Journey.
A contribution to Statistics
Out of a hundred people
those who always know better
doubting every step
nearly all the rest,
glad to lend a hand
if it doesn’t take too long
as high as forty-nine,
because they can’t be otherwise
four, well maybe five,
able to admire without envy
induced by fleeting youth
sixty, give or take a few,
not to be taken lightly
forty and four,
living in constant fear
of someone or something
capable of happiness
harmless singly, savage in crowds
half at least,
when forced by circumstances
better not to know
even ballpark figures,
wise after the fact
just a couple more
than wise before it
taking only things from life
(I wish I were wrong),
hunched in pain,
no flashlight in the dark
sooner or later,
worthy of compassion
a hundred out of a hundred.
thus far this figure still remains unchanged.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Yesterday we were reminded that even when we think everything around us it dead when you stop and take notice there is life all around you. We heard the story of Ezekiel prophesying to a Valley of Dry bones that came to life with the Spirit of God.
Spiritual Practice - Ask yourself is there something that you feel is dead in your life? Beyond repair? Write a letter to God and offer your prayer for new life.
And/Or Pick a specific issue of concern that you have. Do a project or reading and information gathering with a prayer focused on this subject.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
I was assisting a colleague in setting up her blog post for another sight and as I read her post I asked if I could use it. Enjoy!
There’s a line in the AA Big Book that I love, that speaks of the difficulty of staying on a spiritual path: Rebellion dogs our every step.
I recently spent time as a rebellion dog.
Don’t ask me why—I could give you reasons galore; but the fact of the matter is one day last week I stopped meditating, stopped praying, stopped eating my vegetables. These are the outward signs, if you like, of inward resistance.
And then one day I stopped stopping and got back at it, started doing all the things that actually make me happy and cause me to feel like part of the human race.
Yesterday I ran into a woman who was dithering about going to a meditation workshop. She told me, I am undisciplined and can’t maintain a practice.
My answer to that was, So what? That’s what it is to be a human. We stop, we start; we rebel, we return. I believe that my deepest work is to RESIST judging myself about this. Engaging in judgment, feeling like a pile of poo about myself, is the best way I know to prevent my return to practice. To close out the love of God.
So if you, like me, are feeding the rebellion dogs these days, why not come on back to yourself with gentleness, tenderness, and forgiveness? After all, that’s the Christian message, isn’t it?
Monday, April 4, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
- Lao Tsu, Tao Te Ching
- Raymond Inmon
- George Macauley Trevelyan
- John Ruskin
- John Muir
- Edgar Abbey