Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Naked Thoughts on Temples.

 


In 2 Samuel 7:1-11, King David starts to feel a little guilty that he lives in a mansion, while Yahweh “lives” in a tent. Instead of giving stuff and status up by living more humbly, he wants his God to live more grandly - problem solved!

I live near Joliet where we have several prisons, so I recognize the layout of the Temple with its high security solitary confinement in the center, and a series of decreasingly secure zones as you move outward. We consistently forget that the God who frees prisoners can not be imprisoned Himself.

This time of year, we remember that God chose His own home in a crowded stable in Bethlehem; on the hot dusty road of exile; in a cottage in a small insignificant village in a backwater territory of Galilee. Jesus’ early life reminds us that a home is not a house - it is a family. Just like church…

Friday, December 12, 2014

Rules of the Road FAQs.

Rejoice? Always!
Pray? Without stop!
Give thanks? No matter what!

This is His Will.
This is The Way.

Don’t quench? The Holy Spirit!
Don’t despise? Discomforting words!
Test what? Everything!
Hold onto? Goodness!
Let go of? Badness!

May your every single atom be sanctified.
May your spirit, soul, and body be well.
May you remain blameless until the end.

You are called, and the Caller is faithful –
He will bless you as I have blessed you.

 (1 Thessalonians 5:16-24 retold)

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Broken Hearts and Cities.

The Spirit envelopes me, Isaiah –
I am under Her influence; and
He has blessed me for my task.
They have sent me: to bring joy;
 
To heal the broken-hearted;
To proclaim universal emancipation;
To throw down locked doors;
To announce final judgment;
To comfort weeping masses;
To lift the signs of mourning;
To decorate with festive trappings;
To share the perfume of gladness;
To remove the worn threads of fear;
To don bright raiment of praise.

The Lord planted tiny acorns,
That grew into righteous oaks.

They shall resurrect the old ruins.
They shall replant the wastelands.
They shall heal the broken cities.
They shall tend to the wounded.

Compassion envelopes Me, the Lord.
I love justice.
I hate injustice.
I will compensate the wronged.
I will ever be your true God.
Your seed shall blow across the globe.
Your offspring shall grow everywhere.
Everyone will rejoice at your flowers.
Everyone shall recognize the Source.

I, Isaiah, celebrate my Lord –
My every atom vibrates with love.
He has dressed me with saving grace,
And covered nakedness with goodness.
She has clothed me as the excited groom.
They have adorned me as the happy bride.

From rich earth comes new shoots –
Gardens explode in inherent glory.
So shall goodness and joy rise up.
 
(Isaiah 61:1-4 and 8-11 retold by Tiwago)

Monday, December 8, 2014

Psalmic Poetry - The Restored.

When God restored us,
We were as dreamers.
Our mouths filled with glee -
Joy on the tip of every tongue.
And the cold hard world said:
“Truly are they happy people!”
God restored us, we rejoiced.

Please God restore us!
Restore our blessings,
Like a desert flash-flood!
Let sowers of tears,
Harvest fruits of joy!

Let those who cried,
As they emigrated,
Return to their home,
Carrying their bounty.
 

(Psalm 126 retold by Tiwago)

Friday, November 28, 2014

Righteous Rioting?

There is a meme going around which asks: "Did you see white people riot when OJ was aquitted?" It made me think about what triggers are involved in rioting...

Why would I riot?

A. To protest of a great injustice;
B. To honor a sports championship; or
C. To get a cheap TV on Black Friday.

This is of course hyperbole! It highlights my condemnation of the hypocrisy of the meme's indirect message that only black people riot.