“I watch how foolishly man guards his nothing – thereby keeping us out.  Truly God is hated here.”

I originally read this quote on my friend Stan’s porch.  It was written by a homeless person on a wall in Albuquerque, NM, and the author and Franciscan friar, Richard Rohr, thought it profound and prophetic, and wrote it down to share in one of his daily meditations.  Stan keeps it on his porch in a frame as a reminder and a means of meditation on what truly matters and what it is that we do with our lives.  In that vein, I have a birthday coming up soon, and so as most people are wont to do, I find myself reflecting on my journey and another year down.

This past year has been one of great change.  Career, family, death, life, politics, elections, empires rising and falling, and on and on.  Life.  It moves on whether we wish it to or not.  As I thought about the past year, and the work we’ve been doing in our neighborhood and with our friends and neighbors on the street, I found myself coming back again and again to this quote above, and thinking seriously about the things that I guard and hold on to, and how many times those things really amount to nothing.  Possessions, power, prestige, position, perception, politics, etc.  So much of what we say, do and guard in this life amounts to shadows and dust, and is instead used to create the illusion of safety and comfort.  It becomes all about us, and in our attempt to numb ourselves from the knowledge that life is fragile, we overlook those who remind us of that fact. The friends I have met this past year continue to teach me that everything can change in an instant, and we can find ourselves in places we never imagined.  For those who have hit rock bottom, it becomes easier to see the fallacy of both the easy pleasures of this life and the emptiness of a cheap rhetoric about a loving God who will save you from hell if only you clean yourself up and follow the rules of the tribe.  These things are meaningless if you’re already in hell, isolated from the tribe, and the very people preaching about this God and his heaven are the same ones putting locks on the doors to keep you out.  If God is real and God is perfect love offered freely to all, then truly that God must be hated in a place that is all about image, acquisition, conformity, and self-preservation.

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The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me to lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside the still waters. He restores my soul; He leads me in the paths of righteousness For His name’s sake. Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You anoint my head with oil; My cup runs over.   

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me All the days of my life; And I will dwell in the house of the Lord Forever. – Psalm 23

How many of you have family members? Spouses? Children?  Can you relate to the gut-wrenching grief expressed by the man in the video above?  It has been documented that he and his wife were humble olive and wheat farmers, living in a small town with their children and surrounded by their families, trying their best to be true to their faith and to live a life of simplicity and joy. That life was forever altered in an instant.  How many of you live or wish to live this same simple life – working hard and surrounded by your family and friends, in peace and prosperity?

With these questions in mind, I must write some hard things.  I am truly sorry if I cause you grief or offend you with anything that I say.  It is not my intent to hurt or scandalize anyone.  I love all to the best of my ability, and I too fail in that love.  Please forgive me.  I also believe the time for silence is over and not to speak is a greater sin than to stay quiet.  And so…

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Times such as these often tend to bring out both the best and worst in us as human beings, and to be certain we live in tumultuous times.  This past week entire religious and ethnic groups were barred from entering our country by the swift motion of an executive pen. Protests against these executive orders broke out all over the country. Sad news of another violent outburst by a zealot in our neighbor to the North added to the growing death toll from such madness.  When these things become our daily news reel, it is easy to become overwhelmed and fall into one of two camps; that of being overcome by grief or being enraged and wanting to attack the “other.”  I am guilty of this, and have been in both camps at one point or another, but usually only because I have failed to listen or to consider another posture or way of being.  Thich Nhat Hanh once said,

“In order to rally people, governments need enemies. They want us to be afraid, to hate, so we will rally behind them. And if they do not have a real enemy, they will invent one in order to mobilize us.”

Certainly our own government has excelled at this strategy for years, and sadly, many have fallen right into the trap of believing this same government will save them.  This tactic has been used by both the “left” and the “right”, and now, it is being used quite effectively again, made manifest by the new administration and fueled by the so-called “religious right” and “conservative Christians”, who have been stirred into a frenzy of believing to have won some divine victory over Evil with this past election.  Some are even suggesting, incredulously, that our new leader was placed in office by God Himself, and that God is guiding the President’s hand in order to restore America to being a “Christian” nation…though it never was one from the beginning.  As we can see, the game is in full swing…but much like the graphic above…when we focus on the problems between us rather than look into the eyes of the other and consider another point of view than our own, we lose sight of our neighbor and become fixated on the correctness of our own position and what divides us from one another, and not what unites us together.

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“So this is the new year, and I don’t feel any different.” – Death Cab for Cutie

It has been some time again since I last posted. Primarily the reason for this was not lack of words or rumination, but rather an often silent and sinister creeping depression and melancholy that I had slipped into for some time.  I fight this from time to time.  It has been more pervasive of late.  2016 was a year.  A big crazy year.

In the span of those few short months, I’ve watched sadly as fascism, racism, violence, hatred, anger, fear, and the raging of the nations overtook so many.  I have had an inexplicable and overwhelming sense of impending doom, culminating in a singular day of late, in which I literally felt the sorrow and anguish of others physically, as I listened to the most unusual presidential inauguration I have ever witnessed in my short life here in my beloved America.  To be clear, this is still my beloved home and I am not leaving, because my love for this land and for my brothers and sisters, friends, neighbors, children and family who live here is not dependent on who sits on the throne of the American Empire.  And let us be candid – it is an empire.  In many ways, if not all ways, it is THE Empire – the greatest superpower – and its commander-in-chief is considered to be the “most powerful person in the world.”  Be that as it may, regardless of who sits in that oblong office, or what you think of that individual as a person, to me the truly terrifying thing about this latest Empirical election was watching what can only be described as predominantly white Christian American privilege showing its seedy underbelly to the shock of many, and we are now in, as Aladdin says, a whole new world, whether we believe it to be good or not.  Whether it was a campaign gimmick or not, those who have quietly or vocally held racist and fascist beliefs have been emboldened and encouraged by the rhetoric thrown around this past year by our new President.  While fascists, racists, bigots, misogynists and other hate groups have always existed, the difference, this time, seems to be that so many of those people also identify themselves as “Christian.” Continue reading