Friday, November 28, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Long wind and rain scour the cold trees of all leaves
but those most stubborn.
Extravagant mysteries of summer,
once enfolding, hiding with layer upon layer
(green without end!),
have fallen away.
Nests emerge, cling tenuously to what remains.
Severe mysteries of November, most subtle,
now excise with clarity, disclosure of form.
Luxuriance passes. Necessity presses.
Gray trees, semblance of rigor, spare no indulgence
but trouble to scrutinize.
Friday, November 7, 2008
About twenty five years before Paul wrote this letter, Jesus was crucified outside of
When Paul wrote, he had never visited
This opening section of the letter consists of Paul’s introduction. It includes a greeting, commendation of the believers in
We should take special note of these assertions. From familiarity with church history and our life in the church, we may miss how striking they are, especially in original context. At the outset of this letter Paul reminded the Christians in
Questions of allegiance and identity are basic to life. They are certainly basic to Christian life. As Bob Dylan sang, “You’re gonna have to serve somebody.” At the outset of this letter, Paul makes clear that we serve Jesus. Our allegiance is to Jesus; our identity (our belonging) is formed in Jesus. Yes, we live in nations and societies of the world. Yes, they assert their claim on us. Yet, as we have been baptized into Jesus’ death and reborn in his resurrection, our hearts, our minds, our very lives belong to him first and last. May we let Jesus, not the world around us, shape our allegiance and identity deeply, fully, visibly.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
There is a singular moment within the imperceptible haste
not a moment out of time nor a place out of space
for time and place remain as they are—local and sequential
Wind unlike any other wind yet wind still
moving ever new yet ever same through time and place
moving over the face in darkly disturbing anticipation
Nuance of sun parts the cloud that here and now
light—which most we see diffused and by reflection—
we see with clarity as light on face (as face to face)
In a singular moment time redeemed made full
without shadow of imperfection or decay yet time still
in bright-glinting transcendence yet local sequential