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No, Lamb of God

O God, deliver us from the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world, because the sin of the world is our heart’s desire, our uniform, our derby hat. O Lamb of God, have mercy upon us. Christ have mercy upon us.

Frederick Buechner, Secrets in the Dark: A Life in Sermons, “Air for Two Voices”

Unpopular, this.
Too often too true.

After we do our God thing
(or not)
And get down to the business
Of doing Our thing

God doesn’t have a ticket,
The bouncer at the door explaining
It’s sold out.


Grace and peace to us all…

dw

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Life with the Darkness Gone

Life: that’s what we all hunger for, wait for always,

whether we keep coming back to places like church to find it or whether we avoid places like church like the plague as the last places on earth to find it:

both delivered in part and derelict in part, immigrants and mongrels all of us.

It’s life as we’ve never really known it but only dreamed it that we wait for.

Life with each other, Life for each other.

Life with the darkness gone.

Frederick Buechner, Secrets in the Dark: A Life in Sermons, “Delay”

Jesus, you said

I am the Light of the world
I am the way, the truth, and the life
I came that they might have life abundantly
My joy I give to you

May your words prevail this day
in my life
and in our world

Light shining in the darkness,
the darkness not prevailing

May it be


Grace and peace to you…

dw

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The Soul of Freedom

If I did not believe in God I think I would be bound in conscience to become an anarchist. Yet, if I did not believe in God, I wonder if I could have the consolation of being bound in conscience to do anything.

Conscience is the soul of freedom, it eyes, its energy, its life. Without conscience, freedom never knows what to do with itself. And a rational being who does not know what to do with [their self] finds the tedium of life unbearable. [They are] literally bored to death.

Thomas Merton, No Man is an Island, “Conscience, Freedom, and Prayer”

I’ve been stuck
Trying to find my voice
To hear it in the clamor of the others
Droning on about scandalous politics
Whining about the downfall of society
What people stoop to to pick up a buck
A pile of which will make them free
Free from something
I don’t know what
Not free from puzzling out
How to spend the next minute

I’ve been stuck
not wanting to say all that
Or just that
Because there is more to say
I know there is
If I can just listen for that voice
Still and small
Telling me to speak and act
Freely and truly

There it is

Could that be Conscience?


Grace and peace to you…
dw

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