"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Saturday, May 9, 2015

Love In Church





I want to hear
This in a church
A plaintive honest plea for God
Mary Magdalene singing for life
To be known and to know
Asking questions
Any question
No line between sacred and profane
Not penal substitution dispensationalist laced lyrics
Not the same worn out evangelical story
Not hearing I’m not good enough
Even saying, “I believe” is a work
Everyone is beautiful
The imago dei
Not an altar call

I want the better story
The original story
The story that got a man killed by the Empire
Not sitting in a sanctuary with the Empire’s flag
The resurrection
Not floating on heaven’s cloud
Making everything new
Not escaping from earth
But restoring our home 
Not leaving for an illusionary one
A bright shining epistemology 
Hermeneutics of possibility 
Encounters of experience in the spaces
Beyond our borders
Breaking bread 
Drinking wine
Dancing to the music of life


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