Let's Talk Religion, Yes, Really: Our Divine Selves

Faith is not of words but of actions: Why does the phrase "let go and let God", or "it's God's will" infuriate so many people? It sounds harmless and full of concern but the words are empty when you call across a chasm to someone who is drowning while you are safe on solid ground.

No, that doesn't mean you need to share the same misfortune but the saying talk is cheap is definitely an issue at times. Actions always speak louder than words; witness a very faithful person go through trauma and how they keep themselves joyful, not necessarily happy but joyful. This is the testament to God and his works in believer's lives.

Faith is not contingent on what happens, it is as constant and unyielding as the strength of our individual human wills. To see someone with such faith and joy is something that separates that voice from the chasm, it makes one want to walk the waters and follow someone, to be a leader of men.

A Fallen World: Bad things happen on earth, life is unfair, there are brutal acts and evil occurrences that occur everyday. The problem is the people that insist if you pray everything will work out, what does that even mean?

Prayers for a child dying of an illness and they still die, the question broached how could God let this happen if I was so faithful and prayed. There is a will that is working through our lives and that will is not what the physical human kind can fathom, than again the human mind can rationalize things and accept things that we should all question.

We are not supernatural entities, we are a species, a fallen broken species that usually choose virtue and civility over cruelty and evil. Still, the evil gene lives in all of us, the selfish, the resentful, the angry and prideful. We are all sinners and none of us, no matter how righteous, have any right to judge anyone else for just about anything.

Now the concept of right and wrong, if you follow what I just said than anything is acceptable which is what man has come to gratefully adopted. Right and wrong are subjective, we rationalize, we celebrate evil as long as it suits the human condition.

God's laws and what is right and wrong don't budge because of the day, much like the constitution which in my mind is of God. What is right is always right, what is wrong is always wrong. Man has a concience and this is an innate product of the species-we know what is wrong and right whether we follow our own compass or not.

I had a short debate with someone, online, about how man should be more like animals as they don't kill for sport and they aren't filled with greed and malice. I thought the idea was very much incorrect, we are just a moral conscience away from being animals.

Animals take what they need, the strong survive and the weak die, there is nothing personal and everything has a purpose, survival trumps morality in every instance. I believe humanity is basically good but the evil tendency and the lowest of our virtues doesn't go away.

I think we assume so many things of God's word. He needs to be worshipped, he is a jealous God-the devil would have us question what's so great about a God that needs to be worshipped. We are to worship and be part of a church not for God's glory but because he knows our souls fundamentally need other people and need to speak to a higher order than our earthly beings.

So many things we see from an earthly standpoint until the feeling of being connected to God becomes a memory, an idea and than a far removed concept. It is so easy to discount his present being in a world that celebrates everything that separates us from him.

My next post is about the journey: A large part of living a life with God as a constant presence takes focus, awareness and most of all trust. Trust the process, even while we are drowning, trust that the picture is larger and more complex than our earthly eyes can fathom...Next post.

The Tightrope Looms Above: A Precarious Point

It's frightening

The image keeps forming and evaporating at the same time

words reach to heights creating intricate facets

on an unknown page

constantly perfecting, dissecting

desperate for sustenance 

but starving

I'm not doing well

but ask

and I'll never tell

I'm fine

stringing hours to hours and days to decades

a form becoming

a hopeful endeavor

I'm failing

as bits of beautiful lines fall apart

and function growing futile

Those that wish you well

will sit in the wings

in the shadow of the crowd

hoping you succeed but knowing you'll fail

friends and lovers wil wish you the best

sitting in uncomfortable seats, fidgeting with doubt

while you on the tightrope question this precarious point

in the darkness there is no one

only God

and your voice in a whisper

You better believe, you better trust the only artist

that knows your final form

his way is the only way

but the soul questions this uncomfortable path

in the darkness on the tight rope

there is only you and God

and neither speak

pray for patience, confidence

strive long and proud

as you learn the steps

you were meant to walk

let them shout, doubt and talk

of your demise

on that space in the point of rapture

where the light is so brilliant

you're almost blind

its only you and God

and he's the only constant

on your side....

The Dreaded Rant: Cancer of Violence

I am furious about gun violence…disgusted and disturbed

But what is this action

That you cry for

Who’s going to lift a hand?

Is it the government that will take the lead if you let it

There are institutions rotting from a pendulum that swung too far

There are ostracized children, those that didn’t fit

Now they walk among us

In a sanctimonious landscape

Watch the facebook posts

The jeers, the stabs, the violence,

While we shout out against the same

Against hatred, against biggots and bullies

Pointing the fingers of blame

But everything’s fine

As long as TMZ chooses the right one

To demean and discard

As long as the news picks on the hateful right

Or those that don’t believe the same

Give hatred and anger a better name

Call it satire

Something the masses can swallow

Than preach to us about kindness and compassion

Empty and hollow

Is it the city leaders that will enact laws

That will keep us from hating each other

While the press creates enemies out of each other

And the government separates us by race

And class

Keep us separate, keep us all divided

Hate the left, the snowflake

Discard the despicable right

Let them stand and throw platitudes about guns

And violence, race and religion

While they stir the pot

And the news carries this hateful voice

Now march to Washington with a cause

They will use your sad faces

And broken lives

They will prop you up like cardboard cutouts

If your message is right

And they will beg for your vote

Insist they’ll fix this

Insist it’s in their hands

While the marginalized

Falls off the page

Young children unfit,

Unable to fathom rage

And the blood is pooling on this social experiment

Where every child gets a reward

And bullies are met with a pitiful dance

And we are taught love

In a hateful landscape

We are taught acceptance

In a society of discord

We are all pawns looking to the Queen

They send knights and bishops

To keep the field level

Keep their dirty fingers clean

We are losing this game

We are useful idiots

Expendable pawns

Showing up with flowers and memorials

On strangers’ lawns

And no one speaks in Starbucks

Everyone has a screen

A cat video

An email, a phone call

No one speaks

Except for chats on line

With strangers 

Where so many are violent

And cruel

Send these children with love

And weakness

To a nasty, violent, unsocial school

Where most will find their way

Down the funnel

Where many will turn to drugs

Or alcohol

Or suicide

In this violent, angry landscape

We teach love, but they’ve learned hate

Our words are not our actions

We are fake

While they march to Washington

Looking for the leaders to help us change

While the broken pawns in this failed experiment

Remain

Outside the glass from where we watch them

In this hateful landscape

Where we shout love and hope

And governments take what’s not their own

And call it humanity

There’s a missing artifact

Something they discarded from our schools

But the government is always welcome

Keep God in some foreign state

Where he resides

And let’s teach love from a secular

Textbook

Let’s change history

Bleach young lives

The march of cowards

Hiding behind hypocritical voice

A bible of sorts

Full of grays and rotten fruit

Full of justification and rationalization

Sell hope to a falling society

Where we cannot fathom

Love or compassion

And wonder why

The violent tantrim

Of a deeply broken child

Fills the news and the voices

Of strangers

With fear, disgust and gun rights….

It is a deep and profound cancer

But we ignore the sickness

And we ignore the hate and disgust

Though the blood of the innocent

Stains the government buildings

it ends and starts with us….

A Week of a Puppy, a Cat, Birds, Gardening and Feeling Present

It's been a hectic week and each day I discovered more about myself with the help of a little puppy. Just like having an infant around, having a puppy changes your routine or makes you realize you lack a real routine.

I've had a problem with not feeling present and having this puppy who depends on me for walks and snuggles up to me with every waking moment, it's hard not to be present. This morning I listened to a mockingbird sharing its songs and sat on the ground with the smell of some early spring flowers.

I am on a great cross road, I have worked for the last 28 years with little interruption and now I am in between jobs or careers or just in between. My son who has been such a major center of all my activity is starting to find his own way.

I feel like I'm in a forest, waiting for light or a sign and the anxiety I feel is God's way of asking, do you trust me? This little dog comes to remind me that it's the little things that matter; a walk,  a bathroom break, the spectacle of a leaf on the lawn.

I've smelled beautiful fragrant flowers I might not have noticed, I've listened to birds and watched them hop around the lawn and I feel aware and alive. There are still goals to work through, still hills to climb but for the moment I am content watching this puppy explore his world.

The garden is growing in, last years' zinnias and assorted milkweed plants are crowding each other seeking dominance. I am the equalizer, I tame the weeds, thin out the herd and stake the vines and the lillis that are popping up everywhere.

This year is the first year I plan on keeping an ordered garden. I want people to see it and be impressed as much as the wildlife likes the chaos, people tend to see a forest.

In the midst of all of this in-between, I am find myself and starting to forge a routine I probably never had before. Tomorrow I plan on walking the puppy early in the morning and letting him use up all his stores of energy, still going to the gym, still keeping closer to God, so much to think of and it's  a lot easier if you are present.

God Works in Strange Ways: Feeling Absent? Get a Puppy

A year ago, I put my son's dog down after 16 years of unconditional love. He was a beautiful chocolate lab who has been missed dearly in the house but the idea of another dog screams more expenses, responsibilities and demands on time.

I am protecting myself from something, this is why I don't get involved at a church or go out with friends or invest in new ones. What am I saving my time for? I find myself wasting more time than I invest in anything.

After ten months of working a job that was quite time consuming, now I have time, lots of time. I am working freelance and there is constant ebb and flow.

Time slips so easily through my fingers, I find myself amazed to see the sun going down again or the weekend approaching. My paintings wait for me to get back to them, my garden grows and so does the expenses, all I am doing well right now is working out, photography and gardening.

What great idea do I have that overwhelms my every day but never quite comes to clarity? Enter my younger son, after a year of threatening to bring home a puppy, he brings home a beautiful puppy.

He says he realizes how the house has been missing something, the fact is we've all been missing something. Suddenly I have a mirror to my laziness and distraction. I suddenly am present in the moment with this little bundle of energy.

When did I get so distracted from moments. I take the puppy out every few hours and we both sit and listen to the birds and the cars. We both notice all the smells and colors and suddenly I'm present in the moment.

This little spectacle of energy, expenses and responsibilities is demanding my time and attention. He's teaching me to be here in the moment even while I'm wrestling with time, dragging myself around lazy, fighting to get back to whatever I need to get back to.

God teaches us in the most abstract ways.  I drag myself around following this little puppy and I realize I have avoided my life, I've been saving moments for the idea of something but never quite put my finger on what.

This little distraction has succeeded in making me present, I see myself as selfish of time, I'm a miser of this free time that mostly gets swept under the bed for another day. Sometime lessons come in the strangest places, thanks God, thanks to my son and this little puppy named Ranger.

Welcome to Trashr Inc. We Will be Hiring Soon!

Attention: All would be drones

Green Sky Plastics is finally hiring!!!

Putting trash in it’s place in a green way

The successful candidate will have a Bachelors of art, science, math, photography,   statistics A masters would be even better, perhaps a doctorate-we like higher learning!!!

Must have a green thumb-we have a corporate garden and that will be part of your daily tasks

Must have a high school education….unless you have a BA or BS than that supercedes the high school education

Must be able to speak spanish, not sure why but we just like multiple languages and besides we like to tell jokes in spanish. Also to be inclusive we have a weekly Mexican heritage lunch-we eat at a local Mexican establishment-Ok it’s taco bell but still….

Must be creative in solving problems but can follow specific directions so as not to be ridiculously creative-we have a brand by the way.

Must think outside the box-you won’t have an office-it’s all cubicles. We also like for all your belongings to be in a box but still be able to navigate outside of said box

We do not discriminate on sex or race but we encourage our employees to use black and Mexican vendors and if they are woman-that’s a plus, must honestly appear inclusive and nondiscriminatory-you will be tested on this one

Must love the color Green and use it in multiple sentences

Must be able to discard trash in a timely manor

Must be a self-starter-a firestarter is even better-we will need someone to start the campfire at our monthly team building campouts-we’ve lost a few employees due to using gas, propane and lighter fluid-all fire starting instruments have been banned from the premises

Must be motivated to ask questions-all answers will be in writing but will be mailed in triplicate as to answer a multitude of questions that need to be answered

Must have a car and be able to buy coffee with all the buzz terms

Must be savy in corporate speak-we will train

Must bring your own pen or pencil-due to budget cuts but we will provide a pen or pencil because we have specific pens and pencils you will be expected to use

We look forward to having you on our team, as long as you fit the criteria and can use

Management and manager in a cohesive sentence that is manageable.

Ghosts in an Autumn Field

Tread lightly through charcoal forests in winter

there are ghosts among dried and brittle vines

there are captured moments of children

lost wonder among gray and dying grasses

there are voices in meadows

whispers innocent and fleeting, all passing

We saved turtles on this path

we caught snakes 

all kinds of road kill

dark sillouettes of owls

in the early mornings on the way to school

it reminded me of New Jersey

deep forests and yellow fields

where teens would drive their trucks

in the mud

that dirt road

where my black car

was always pale

dust

now replaced

with a black asphalt

and metal fences

I can still hear you 

a child barely eight

we laughed about simple things

on that dirt road

far away from everything

tread lightly through memories

charcoal forests

burn in autumn fields

voices of youth in meadows

quiet

ghosts among dry and brittle vines...