Showing posts from June, 2017

Called to Shine!

When I hear of young black men brutalized, stigmatized, and warehoused;  When I hear of women being objectified, commodified, and subjugated; When I hear of the elderly, the children, and the poor being used and abused; When I hear of those protesting against a system of injustice being beaten and gassed; When I hear the ensuing silence... I think upon Jesus.

At night, in the dark, Jesus was arrested;
But Jesus was the Light.
At night, in the dark, Jesus was tortured;
But Jesus was the Light.
At night, in the dark, Jesus was mocked;
But Jesus was the Light.
At night, in the dark, Jesus was denied;
But Jesus was the Light.
At night, in the dark, Jesus was put on trial;
But Jesus was the Light.
At night, in the dark, Jesus was convicted;
But Jesus was the Light.
At night, in the dark, the tomb was sealed.


At dawn, in the light, the tomb was empty.

We have been called to reflect the Light.
We have been called to be the Light.
We have been called to reveal the Light.


Life and Death

They utter Their Voice.
     They breathe Their Breath.
          They speak Their Word.
And so there comes,
     A deluge from the sky,
          A mist rising from the ground.
To pair with the rain, 
     They make lightning;
And from Their treasure-house,
     They release the winds.

Everyone is ignorant
Without knowledge
The rich are brought down by their money:
     For the faces on bills and coins are false;
     For there is no Breath within them -
          They worship dead and deadly idols.

Tiwago from Jeremiah 10:13&14

(photography by tiwago)


(photography by tiwago)

Let Us Rejoice and Be Glad In It

when i need to be alone i go out when i am lonely i go out when i need to get out of my head i go out when i need to be with him i go out when i need to find me i go out when i need to find peace i go out when i need healing i go out when i close my eyes i go out when i fold my hands i go out


(photography by tiwago)

Love Wins

People say "Love wins" As if it was a magic spell Hoping to ward off Evil Without their loving first.
People say "Love wins" As if it was an iron shield Hiding behind its strength After first shooting arrows.
People say "Love wins" Then let Hate beat the crap Out of someone else because They're from another tribe.
People say "Love wins" Then let plutocrats destroy Country and environment And make us hate each other.
People say "Love wins" Meaning that I have to love them And let them hate me all the while And let them hate who they want.
People say "Love wins" While children are dying While women are beaten While men are murdered.
People say "Love wins" Telling me to be a "good" boy That I be quiet and complicit. That we must look out for us.
I only see Hate winning today Christians dance with the devil The Law has been purchased Yet people say "Love wins"?
Love is the mortar of civilization But roaches are eating away at it …


individually we
are such wispy things
but when we grow
and when we stand
we become green


(photography by tiwago)

I Am Ishmael

My name is Ishma-El - in the language of my people, it means "God Hears". When I was young, I was always taught to believe that it meant that my birth (that I) was the answer to a prayer! But later, on the verge of manhood, I learned a truth that no child should know; one full of both bitterness and grace. I had two mothers, and when I was young, I thought that they both loved and cherished me above all else in the world. But again, there was that coming bitter truth waiting to be revealed.

My father was Abraham, and his beloved wife was Sarah. God promised them that Sarah would bear my father a son to be the caretaker of God's covenant with mankind. But Sarah grew tired of waiting - they weren't getting any younger after all! So she directed my father to be with her slave girl, Hajar. As long as there has been slavery, masters have always had children by their slaves. But this was not technically a rape or other illegitimate birth. By the laws of the Patriarchs like …

A Certain Way of Lighting

There's this "thing";
This early morning before the rush thing;
A when the sun rises above the false horizon of the tree-line along the creek thing.

The yellow light of a fresh-risen sun,
Selectively graces the tender new leaves of a compass-plant -
Transfiguring glorification from ephemeral light.

Once Lord,
Just once,
I want to glow like that;
But it is no longer morning,
And I worry that my leaves,
Are too old, too hardened, and too thick,
To ever glow like that.

And, what if Lord,
What if the light has passed me by Lord, while I was too busy?
What if I have glowed once, but was tragically unaware?


(photography by tiwago)

Stepping Out

eve i adam i stood there stand here in the dark looking out from a threshold within a nexus of space and time of heart and spirit
entrance or exit?
reluctant to take the first step reluctant to forget primordial memories of woods and savannas of groves rich in trees of two trees that rose above of a single tree with fruit of a garden left behind
the light out there is so very bright so harshly strong testing and tempering blessing and gracing i am only newly clothed yet feeling naked
must we walk into it? must we strive with that? can not we stay here at home? can we not live in soft comfort?
but nevertheless we walked into it determined to defeat and tame it longing for the shade we knew longing for our lost childhood making church a formal garden forsaking the wild woods
we stride into the world as giants small inside but outwardly large 
we see not who walks beside us the light within the light


(photography by tiwago)

Human Flora

But not too

But not too

But not too

But not too

But not too

But not too

We strive towards the Light
But also need the cool shade
Or we burn up and blow away

We reach for nourishment, but
We die if we exceed the need
Fire cleanses away the weeds
As long as we stay deep-rooted

Water is a sign of God's blessing
But a flood took the blessing back
A rainbow is a sign of God's love
Living water dancing in the Light

Pneuma, breath of creativity
Spirit touching and soothing
Singing and flowing through 
Carrying hope upon the wind


(photography by tiwago)

Who Does That?

We are aligned with God's will
By our faithfulness to Christ,
We are in shalom with Lord God.

By Jesus we have access
To God's grace and mercy.
We may boast
In our hope of sharing Christ's glorification,
In our hope of sharing Christ's mortification;
We may boast during, in, and of, our suffering.

Suffering trains our minds and bodies to endure fleshy pain and mental weariness.
Endurance builds a character of persistence, resistance, and resilience.
Character allow us and others around us to have hope and trust for tomorrow.
And hope -
Hope does not disappoint!
Because love -
Because God's love
Poured into us
By the flowing Spirit!

Here is the mystery of faith,
The mystery of God's faithfulness:
God did not wait for us to make ourselves "good".
While we were weak, God joined us in our weakness!
While we were still bad, God died for the ungodly!

Who does that?
Rarely would anyone die for even a good person;
Rarer still would they die for an ave…

Harassed and Helpless

As he and his team moved about on their ministry of teaching, healing, and giving hope, he saw them. The invisible. The downtrodden. The poor that propped up the rich. The marginalized who propped up the powerful. He saw them. Not as census numbers, customers, work-units, herds, "others", inhuman subhumans, fodder, pawns, losers... he saw them as people like him. He saw them as a flock that did not know where to turn because the harassing wolves nipping at them. He saw them as helpless lambs without a protector. Lost sheep.

He turned to his students: "The need is great, but the Helpers are few. Pray without ceasing, asking for more Helpers."

Then he sent out the Twelve, that they may start their own ministries. He sent them first to their sisters and brothers, the lost sheep of Israel. Later he would tell them to expand their mission field to the rest of the world. But for now, familiar territory, shepherds with familiar faces and voices sent to the flocks. He sent t…

May Your Way

May your way Be ever blessed With the guidance Of flowers.
May your way Be ever blessed With light and shade In healing measure.
May your way Be ever blessed With soft green grass  Under your feet.
May your way Be ever blessed With an abiding earth To hold you up.
May your way Be ever blessed With fecund blessings Of love Of grace Of mercies...
May your way Be ever blessed!

                ~ Tiwago

(photography by tiwago)

Reality Perceived As Such?

Is the light dappled by shadow  Or Is the shade dappled with light? Sunlight filtered through a canopy of leaves.
Is my cup half full Or Is my cup half empty? Abundance filtered by my perception of plenty.
Am I a broken vessel that can't hold water Or Am I a broken vessel that allows light out? Meaning shaped and interpreted by intent.
Do I approach the world half-assed Or Do I approach the world full-moon? Striving for participatory apartness.


(photography by tiwago)

Who Pays the Price?

Meditation upon Deuteronomy 28:1, 15-21 - Who pays the price for "progress"?

My UMC Annual Conference this week discussed the idea of divestment of our fossil fuel investments, so that we would not profit from non-sustainable consumption of the earth's gifts. We tabled it out of concern that those who depend upon employment in the industry would suffer.

"God created humans to live as a harmonious part of the created order, as the caretakers of all that God made. When we as human beings forget that calling, the earth pays the price. Famine, drought, disease - these are not part of god's intentions for the earth. They are what come from human selfishness and greed. When we pollute the air, the rain becomes toxic. When we pollute the earth, the earth's resources become toxic. And when the earth suffers, people suffer, Our disobedience brings about devastation." Carla Barnhill

Our consuming habits are "overgrazing" the resources of the earth: fertile…

Beyond Limits

Prayer from: The Green Bible devotional

(photography by tiwago)

Red Shirt Day

Luke: When the day of pentecost arrived, they came together and spontaneously combusted. A raging fire-tornado filled the room. They ran outside and all spoke at the same time in every language of the world. Cacophony. Chaos. Observers blamed it on bad dope.
John: Evening settled. "Peace be with you." Hands shaken, held, kissed. "Peace be with you." A soft, warm, caressing breath. "Receive the Holy Spirit."
Luke's Pentecost is a violent affair; John's is a loving one. Many people wear red on Pentecost. I can not help but think of Star Trek when I wear a red shirt. 

In Star Trek the Original Series, you knew the red-shirt would die - the story's sacrificial goat; while in Star Trek the Next Generation, the leaders wore red. As servant leaders, our Pentecost must embrace both the self-sacrifice and the inspiration. We must boldly go. "As the Father sent me, so I send you."