Shining Spirit

God is the Space between musical notes in a Beethoven symphony
the Reality filling soundless moments between ticks of the clock
the Interval linking all heart beats from first to last
the Quiet joining each recurring echo of coyotes singing in the canyon
the Moment between lightening’s flash and thunder’s rumble
the Split Second separating Einstein’s “ah ha”
the Distance between every star in every galaxy known and yet to be known
the Electrical Snap linking the impulses from my brain to my hands

God: the unseen Adhesive of life

God is the dark Silence at the bottom of the deepest ocean
the rhythmical Whisper of a respirator in a hospital room
the first Gurgle from the mouth of a newborn in her mother’s arms
the Roar of engines as the rocket lifts off into fathomless space
the Fragrance of apple pie cooling on the kitchen table
the Music of rain dancing on a tin roof

God: the intrinsic Voice of life

(Written December, 2017)

A reflection on Matthew 5:21-26

Good to get away from that crowd. Anyway, it’s cooler up here on the mountain, and we can have Jesus all to ourselves. Come on, the others are gathering around him. Looks like he’s going to teach.

He is certainly right…murder is a terrible crime. Wait…what did he just say? He’s changing the scriptures? “But I tell you…” Can he do that?

A grudge is just as bad as murdering someone? Did you hear that, too? A grudge is just thoughts and words. How can a grudge be that bad?

And name calling! Again, just words spoken. Jesus doesn’t know my cousin…he IS an idiot.

Okay. I understand. I’m responsible for my behavior. No grudges and no name calling. I need to control my anger and not let it fester into a grudge.

Wait. Sit down. I don’t think he’s finished yet. Hold on…did you hear what I just heard? Even if I don’t hold a grudge against my cousin, but he holds one against me, I should try to reconcile. But it’s his grudge! He’s the one who is mad and pouting. He’s got the problem, not me. Excuse me, Rabbi. Are you sure you have that right? I think you have it turned around. In fact I…sorry, Master. Yes, it is something new to me. Yes, Rabbi, I understand and I don’t understand. It’s like the world just turned upside down. Yes, it will be surprising to the crowds. But I will share your teaching faithfully…however, first I need to visit my cousin.

It’s plain. It lacks forceful colors and shape.
You can see the same scene in all directions.
Common. Unimaginative.
And those critiques are true for one who flips the pages of
the travel magazine, for someone who has never
heard the sound of sand crunching under foot,
never smelled the desert after a rain,
never walked among the living things and
heard them speak to the wind.
This is the sanctuary of the Sacred.
Tread lightly. Perhaps the song of the Cactus Wren
will transform the moment into Holy Mystery
and you will see in the soft lines of the distant
mountains an invitation into a state of Gratitude.
It’s the long view.
Two men walked into the desert, stopped for a moment
to take in the scenery, and said in turn:
“God, this is an awful place!”
and “God, this place is full of awe!”
Only eyes of the Spirit can see beyond the obvious.

Cold tiles
warm feet
shock
stand
equilibrium
orientation
focus

Lamp
light switch
brilliance
squint
refocus
fuzzy world
soft edges
alarm clock numbers
illegible
search
desk
night stand
bookshelf
dresser

Ah! Glasses

connection
clarity
put on Christ Romans 4
blind but now I see John 9
the day begins
each the same
always new
ready for Wonder.

And don’t let anybody tell you otherwise!
Today is Awesome Friday,
celebrated in your honor
around the world.
The rest of us are thankful that you are you,
and that you’re part of our lives.
Don’t let this go to your head…
just your heart.
Awesome!

He sits close to the glass partition, not to pose but to ponder
all the strange creatures passing by. He will never fly again,
the wound was too severe. But can he know that the wounded
still carry the beauty of their creation? Fallen from the sky
to fly no more, he stands as a monument to the magnificent.
O beautiful friend, I grieve your fate, but I sit on the dusty
pathway, close to the glass that separates us, and give
thanks for this chance meeting.
You transform the moment,
Wounded Friend.

What it takes a lifetime to build can be destroyed in minutes. Take care with the words we use and the decisions we make. Let all our words be grounded in The Way of Jesus. WWJD?

It’s not what I can’t do today,
It’s what I can do.

Boredom is simply an invitation
to create.

Find five specific things today for
which to be thankful.

Walking in the correct shoes is comfortable
in the wrong shoes, painful
Watch the attitude.

When I dress this morning
I will put on
my glasses
my shoes
and all the rest in between
and I will put on Christ
intentionally, humbly
gratefully.

Nothing I do today will change the world
but what I do today will
reinforce or reject
who I am.