Filed under: St. Brigid, beer | Tags: beer, christian spirituality, Christianity, Emerging Church, Evangelicalism, Mysticism, spiritual formation, spirituality, St. Brigid
St. Brigid’s Prayer
I’d like to give a lake of beer to God.
I’d love the Heavenly
Host to be tippling there
For all eternity.I’d love the men of Heaven to live with me,
To dance and sing.
If they wanted, I’d put at their disposal
Vats of suffering.White cups of love I’d give them,
With a heart and a half;
Sweet pitchers of mercy I’d offer
To every man.I’d make Heaven a cheerful spot,
Because the happy heart is true.
I’d make the men contented for their own sake
I’d like Jesus to be there too.I’d like the people of heaven to gather
From all the parishes around,
I’d give a special welcome to the women,
The three Marys of great renown.I’d sit with the men, the women of God
There by the lake of beer
We’d be drinking good health forever
And every drop would be a prayer.
(H/T: Carl Nordgren)
Filed under: Richard Rohr, prayers | Tags: christian spirituality, Christianity, contemplative prayer, Emerging Church, Evangelicalism, God, Mysticism, prayer, Religion, Richard Rohr, spiritual formation, spirituality, Trinity Prayer
God For Us, we call You Father,
God Alongside Us, we call You Jesus,
God Within Us, we call You Holy Spirit.
You are the Eternal Mystery
That enables, enfolds, and enlivens all things,
Even us, and even me.
Every name falls short of your
Goodness and Greatness.
We can only see who You are in what is.
We ask for such perfect seeing.
As it was in the begining, is now,
and ever shall be. Amen.
Filed under: MayDay | Tags: christian spirituality, economy, Emerging Church, Environment, Evangelicalism, God, In the Heart of the Beast Theater, May Day, Mysticism, Religion, spiritual formation, spirituality
HOBT’s MayDay Parade, Ceremony, and Festival has always been rooted in two important traditional celebrations—the celebration of the “GREEN ROOT” of Earth’s green energy rising in Spring, and the “RED ROOT” of human work energy rising from mind, heart and hand.
Our theme this year celebrates the merging of the red and green energies of the world. We cheer on the great merging of the human social justice movements with the environmental movements to remember humans as responsible relatives of the earth.
As we experience the fall of our economic systems built on debt, consumer waste, the theft and sickening of earth resources, we gather to rebuild an economic system that protects and sustains our Earth as a “Common Treasury for All.”
In the Heart of the Beast Theater on their upcoming annual MayDay celebrations.
Filed under: Earth Day, Wendell Berry | Tags: christian spirituality, Christianity, Earth Day, Mysticism, Poetry, Song in a Year of Catastrophe, spiritual formation, spirituality, Wendell Berry
I began to be followed by a voice saying:
“It can’t last. It can’t last.
Harden yourself. Harden yourself.
Be ready. Be ready.”
“Go look under the leaves,”
it said, “for what is living there
is long dead in your tongue.”
And it said, “Put your hands
Into the earth. Live close
To the ground. Learn the darkness.
Gather round you all
The things that you love, name
Their names, prepare
To lose them. It will be
As if all you know were turned
Around within your body.”
And I went and put my hands
Into the ground, and they took root
And grew into a season’s harvest.
I looked behind the veil
Of the leaves, and heard voices
That I knew had been dead
In my tongue years before my birth.
I learned the dark.
And still the voice stayed with me.
Waking in the early mornings,
I could hear it, like a bird
Bemused among the leaves,
A mockingbird idly singing
In the autumn of catastrophe:
“Be ready. Be ready.
Harden yourself. Harden yourself.”
And I hear the sound
Of a great engine pounding
In the air, and a voice asking:
“Change or slavery?
Hardship or slavery?”
And voices answering:
“Slavery! Slavery!”
And I was afraid, loving
What I knew would be lost.
Then the voice following me said:
“You have not yet come close enough.
Come nearer the ground. Learn
From the woodcock in the woods
Whose feathering is a ritual
Of fallen leaves,
And from the nesting quail
Whose speckling her hard to see
In the long grass.
Study the coat of the mole.
For the farmer shall wear
The furrows and greenery
Of his fields, and bear
The long standing of the woods.”
And I asked: “You mean death then?”
“Yes,” the voice said. “Die
into what the earth requires of you.”
I let go all holds then, and sank
Like a hopeless swimmer into the earth,
And at last came fully into the ease
And the joy of that place,
All my lost ones returning.
Wendell Berry, The Selected Poems of (New York: Counterpoint) 74.
Filed under: Sermons | Tags: christian spirituality, Christianity, Emerging Church, Evangelicalism, God, Mysticism, Parables of Jesus, Religion, spiritual formation, spirituality
Dave Johnson knocked it out of the park last Sunday as he began a new teaching series on the Parables of Jesus. He talked about the power of a parable to “knock us off our center and create sacred space” for introspection and transformation. Jesus’ parables–always subversive and challenging were meant to unmask the world around us and give us new eyes to see. Speaking of the Parable of the Good Samaritan, Dave noted that “it would be as if he told a story where all of us [speaking to a conservative congregation] were the bad guys and a Hindu or a Muslim were the good guys”.
Furthermore, Dave pointed out that Jesus’ use of parable helps us embrace an “imperfect spirituality.” One where we see our failures, our shortcomings, and imperfections as the very path that will lead us to God. Quoting the Psalmist, “the stone that the builder rejected has become the cornerstone.”
It’s a sermon that will turn you upside down, and you can stream it online here.
Filed under: My poetry | Tags: Christianity, contemplative prayer, Discipleship, Ecomics, economy, Emerging Church, Evangelical Christianity, Evangelicalism, God, Mysticism, Poems, Poetry, Recession, Religion, spiritual formation, spirituality
I went to the bakery on
The wealthy side of town
The one where they put the french onion soup
In a sexy sourdough bread bowl
On my way out the door I saw a lady friend
Who had eaten her soup
But left the bowl made of bread
She then threw the whole
Bread bowl
Into the garbage
She threw the whole bread bowl into the garbage!
Sixty-two grams of carbohydrates
Three hundred and thirty two calories
Ten grams of protein
With a one way ticket to Gary, Indiana
And that is when I knew
The recession must continue
As long as we eat our soup out of a bowl made of bread
Only because its looks nice and is a bit trendy
As long as we possess the lack of conviction which allows us
To dump precious wheat which had been grown by the earth
Harvested by the farmer
Milled by the river
And kneaded by the baker
As long as we loose sight of those who hunger
While we feed our bread to our beloved ravenous dumpsters
The recession must go on
So lay your bed in the gutter, lady friend
Put your ear to the sewer
And learn the wisdom of the homeless man
Who has mastered contentment, simplicity, thrift, and stewardship
Who understands the law of abundance
And shares everything he has with others
Somehow trusting God to get him through each hour of the day
While he feasts on used sourdough bread bowls
Consuming our sin before it hits the garbage dump for good
Gods grace to those suffer in a recession
For those who are missing their meals
And forced from their homes
Gods grace to those who think they suffer in a recession
For those who are missing their double shot mocha lattes
And forced from their second-home high rise condos
And may each of us look the recession in the eye
And ask the dear friend, “What have you to teach me?”
*Bread bowl nutrition information courtesy of The Daily Plate.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: christian spirituality, Christianity, Forgiveness, God, Mysticism, Reconciliation, Religion, spiritual formation, spirituality
An incredible Easter story, Mary Johnson shares of the experience of losing her son to murder and what it has meant forgive the man who took her son’s life.
“I have claimed him as my spiritual son,” she said. “It’s not pardoning what he did, and it’s not reconciliation. It’s true forgiveness.”
Filed under: My poetry | Tags: Celtic Christianity, christian spirituality, Christianity, Easter, Easter Sunday, Mysticism, Poems, Poetry, spirituality
God’s love is the mountain prairie pasture at the break of spring
Once again the cold winds and winter storms
Gave way to the kingdom of brother sun
All who passively retreated in submission to the seasons
Have returned
The remnant of life sprung up from their protective earthen hideaways
The world is new for us to explore
Once again we overcame the cold
The sprint of winter was no match for our sluggish peaceful resistance
Love called us back into the open
The open field is fresh and green
Blanketed by the morning dew
The warmth of the sun is trapped in my wool
I hold it tight, never to let it go
I will carry this warmth back to the caves like a lantern
And the winter wind will not come as close, violent as it may be
God’s faithfulness is the bulwark of the cold wet cave, deep in the earth
And the warmth, it fills me and gives me sanctuary
I lay in the bed of the prairie
Present to the goodness and love
That have somehow, someway found me again
I take in the panorama with respect for paradox
Seeing both valley and mountain peak
Knowing that I have everything; whether in pasture or cave
Spirituality aside today (I think), be sure to watch this fake movie trailer as it pokes a bit of fun at Where the Wild Things Are and the “quirky Indie film genre”. Bahahaha! I found myself almost inspired, as well as a bit teary eyed.
(H/T: Chris Enstad’s Facebook and Buzzfeed)
Filed under: Facebook | Tags: christian spirituality, Christianity, Evangelicalism, Facebook, Paul Scott, spiritual formation, spirituality
Our connection to each other opened and closed with our laptops. Maybe that means that though we were Friends, we were never really friends. I may have to learn to become friends with the guy next door, even if he doesn’t give out Halloween candy.
For those following our lively conversation about the pitfalls of Facebook, check out this thought provoking article by Paul Scott. He gives his readers a glimpse of his short-lived life online, why he’s quit, and what he learned in the process. Highly recommendable. Scott reflects futher:
And not to be a downer, but with Facebook about to become our chosen portal through which the marketplace defines and communicates to us as consumers and ultimately citizens, that metaphor could only darken. We could all end up feeling like cellmates passing each other notes through a crack in the prison wall. If we keep retreating to more screen time as an answer to our disconnectedness, and if the civic glue of commerce keeps moving toward organizing us by our virtual networks, Facebook is at risk of becoming little more than a community of the enslaved. And I don’t mean that in a good way.
Minneapolis Star Tribune, April 4 2009.
Filed under: My poetry | Tags: christian spirituality, Christianity, contemplative prayer, Easter, Emerging Church, Evangelicalism, God, Holy Week, Jesus, love, Mysticism, Palm Sunday, Poems, Poetry, Religion, spiritual formation, spirituality
I wrote this on Ash Wednesday and thought it would be appropriate to wait until today to post. Traditionally the palm branches are burned after Palm Sunday and the ashes are saved and used in the following year’s Ash Wednesday Service. Part of this poem explores this connection.
I’ll also be posting Holy Week poetry on Good Friday and Easter Sunday. Blessings and peace as we journey through this time.
“The Laws of Love”
The dust of this palm branch is the child of the child
Of the child of the mother
Who welcomed the Redeemer into Jerusalem for the great work of the restoration of all things
Of my parents’ parents’ grandparents’ parents
The seed of the Blessed Mother gave itself to the wind
After that holy day and rooted itself into the work of love for eternity
As she waved that day
She caught a scent of the one who shared a kind of love
That would be passed on from friend to friend
To child and child’s child for every generation since
Until it came to my mother, my father
Who gifted that love to me
A love which makes me live today
A love which I will pass to my children
A love which has no end
It was a precious, spectacular moment
As she waved and welcomed and praised the Redeemer, imploring ‘Hosanna!’
This is a precious spectacular moment
As we join in the work of restoration
Of our lives, our world, and our children’s world
As we give ourselves to the wind
Rehearsing the words of our Redeemer
Trusting the laws of love, now and forever
Filed under: Parker J. Palmer | Tags: christian spirituality, Christianity, contemplative prayer, Economics, Emerging Church, Evangelicalism, Parker Palmer, Religion, spirituality
Check out what Parker Palmer has to say in his latest interview with Bill Moyers. Parker talks about coming to terms with his “illusions about America’s essential goodness as an economic system.” Speaking of a new awakening in the United States he also observes that ”what’s happening now is a little bit like what’s often been said about — what would happen to war if Congress members had to send their kids first or the administration had to send their kids first. And that is that we would declare and fight fewer wars.” Parker goes on to say that “our capacity to deny reality is huge. And I think that we don’t want to know what we really know because if we did, we’d have to change our lives. And now we have to change our lives because the whole thing is crashing down around our head.”
Filed under: John O'Donohue | Tags: Celtic Christianity, christian spirituality, Christianity, contemplative prayer, Easter, Holy Week, John O'Donohue, Liminal Space, Mysticism, Nature, spirituality, Threshold, To Bless the Space Between Us
April seems like the absolute best time of the year to explore the idea of “threshold”. Outside we find nature on the brink of spring, an ancient ritual of new beginning. Far from coincidence we also find ourselves on the cusp of Holy Week, and the celebration of Easter– reminding ourselves of the spiritual elements of suffering, death, and resurrection. Indeed, it is a profound season and it brings definition to our own interior journey. It is an excellent reminder for me to slow down, pay attention, and notice God’s workings. John O’Donohue summarizes it well:
Like spring secretly at work within the heart of winter, below the surface of our lives huge changes are in fermentation. We never suspect a thing. Then when the grip of some long-enduring winter mentality begins to loosen, we find ourselves vulnerable to a flourish of possibility and we are suddenly negotiating the challenge of a threshold.
At any time you can ask yourself: At which threshold am I now standing? At this time in my life, what am I leaving? Where am I about to enter? What is preventing me from crossing my next threshold? What gift would enable me to do it? A threshold is not a simple boundary; it is a frontier that divides two different territories, rhythms, and atmospheres. Indeed, it is a lovely testimony to the fullness and integrity of an experience or a stage of life that it intensifies toward the end into a real frontier that cannot be crossed without the heart being passionately engaged and woken up. At this threshold a great complexity of emotion comes alive: confusion, fear, excitement, sadness, hope. This is one of the reasons such vital crossings were always clothed in ritual. It is wise in your own life to be able to recognize and acknowledge the key thresholds; to take your time; to feel all the varieties of presence that accrue there; to listen inward with complete attention until you hear the inner voice calling you forward. The time has come to cross.
To Bless the Space Between Us (New York: Double Day Publishing) 48.
