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THE LATE & THE GREAT NINA SIMONE

Now that I’ve been renewed and restored by Holy Week and Resurrection Sunday.

I’m feeling pretty good and hope you are too, you of the Jitterbug Cult..

And if not, some feel-good, new-life Nina Simone music might make your Eastertide* Monday more mellow . . .

Birds flying high you know how I feel
Sun in the sky you know how I feel
Breeze driftin’ on by you know how I feel

It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life
For me
And I’m feeling good”

— From “Feeling Good,” Nina Simone

* For more on Eastertide, click here . . .

And have a blessed week . . .

Imagine how they must feel after this superman teacher and healer, who confounded them all while also instilling hope in their dreary lives, is plenty dead and entombed.

Imagine how entombed they must feel in their sadness, some in their confused bitterness perhaps, some (i.e. Peter) entombed by guilt and shame, and all in fear of an uncertain future without that charismatic man of so much promise. Now they are left to process all these raw, dark emotions and somehow carry on.

We have benefit of knowing the rest of the story.

We have benefit of knowing that God really and truly is with us, in times of joy and abundant life as well times when we are so entombed by the darkness of depression, guilt or shame that God and the light of day are nowhere near.

Or so it seems.

Christ has died.

Christ will rise.

Christ will come again.

Let us therefore, receiving a kingdom that is firm and stable and cannot be shaken, offer to God pleasing service and acceptable worship, with modesty and pious care and godly fear and awe.
Hebrews 12: 28

HOPE ABIDES FOR EASTER PEOPLE

In a world plagued by devastation, doubt, destruction; a world of natural calamities and man-made crises, it is easy to see the world as a place without hope… a world that looks more like Good Friday. But we are an Easter people who live with the conviction that land can be restored, that lives can be restored. That even in the face of death and despair, we have faith that life and hope are the final word.

— Melissa Crutchfield,
head of the United Methodist Committee on Relief (UMCOR)

Melissa Crutchfield, who heads the disaster relief agency of the United Methodist Church, has a reflection on being people of faith and hope–Easter people–in a world that appears so broken and hopeless–a “Good Friday World.”

Click here for her article and more on UMCOR (United Methodist Committee on Relief), a disaster relief agency that does amazing work providing for the needs of people in the wake of all kinds of catastrophic events in the U.S. and any place in the world where disaster strikes.

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As I walked up the steep road leading to Chillcapata, a rural community outside Puno, Peru something told me I was  going to fall madly in love with the place. First clue: there was a gigantic, beautifully bedecked flower arch to greet me. A cheery welcoming committee was assigned to shower me in flower petals and love-bomb me with hugs.

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April is upon us.

National Poetry Month. . . .

Buddhist Economics”

The instructions are clear
Stop talking, stop thinking
Look into where unchecked talking and thinking get us
Chaos, horror, violence, war, economic collapse
Suffering beyond comprehension
The challenge is to stop
To come back to the quiet place in your mind
Stop scheming, planning, acquiring, consuming, controlling, competing
Invest in the present moment
The place where you already have everything you need to be happy
Don’t lose your freedom in our economic disaster
Enjoy the failure of capitalism
Buy shares in the wilderness
Enjoy silence, the trees, the flowers, the birds
Justice will come from listening deeply and letting go
Value space and time, not your bank account
Invest in your breath, your steps
Sell our shares in fame, fortune, sensual pleasure
And look at how wonderful the natural world is
The forests, the mountains, the rivers, the smallest insects
Smile at the blue sky, the laughter of our children
And walk with peaceful steps in our beautiful world

— David Percival

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A Walk
My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance-

and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave…
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.

— Rainer Rilke
(Translated by Robert Bly)
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(Photo by Rarinda Prakasa, Indonesia)

“Again And Again, However We Know The Landscape Of Love”
Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.

— Rilke
(Translated by Stephen Mitchell)

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(Photo by Diane Walker)
“anyone lived in a pretty how town”
by E. E. Cummings

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn’t he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone’s any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
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“There Is A Candle In Your Heart”

There is a candle in your heart,
ready to be kindled.
There is a void in your soul,
ready to be filled.
You feel it, don’t you?
You feel the separation
from the Beloved.
Invite Him to fill you up,
embrace the fire.
Remind those who tell you otherwise that
Love
comes to you of its own accord,
and the yearning for it
cannot be learned in any school.

— Rumi

SWEET, LOVING MARY GAVE THE BEST SHE HAD TO JESUS BY ANOINTING HIS FEET WITH EXPENSIVE PERFUME, AND BOLDLY SWEEPING HER HAIR ACROSS HIS PRECIOUS FEET. JUDAS REPRESENTED THOSE WHO WANT TO PUT LIMITS ON LOVE

One of the sweetest acts in the gospels–literally and figuratively–has to be that of Mary anointing Jesus with expensive perfume, and her sweeping her hair tenderly over his feet.

It was also a bold act on Mary’s part, in light of the context of the times, since a Jewish woman was forbidden from loosening her hair in public in such a way. It was a measure of her extravagant love for, and devotion to Jesus–he whose love for Mary and everyone else (you and me included, of course) was and remains without bounds.

The scripture points out that the entire house was filled with the sweet smell of the high-dollar perfume that she popped open.

And leave it to a grouchy, greedy man, Judas, to be upset enough to denounce Mary for her loving behavior.

Here’s the entire scripture from John 12:

1 Six days before the Passover, Jesus came to Bethany, where Lazarus was, whom Jesus had raised from the dead. 2 There they made him a supper; Martha served, and Lazarus was one of those at table with him. 3 Mary took a pound of costly ointment of pure nard and anointed the feet of Jesus and wiped his feet with her hair; and the house was filled with the fragrance of the ointment. 4 But Judas Iscariot, one of his disciples (he who was to betray him), said, 5 “Why was this ointment not sold for three hundred denarii and given to the poor?” 6 This he said, not that he cared for the poor but because he was a thief, and as he had the money box he used to take what was put into it. 7 Jesus said, “Let her alone, let her keep it for the day of my burial. 8 The poor you always have with you, but you do not always have me.” 9 When the great crowd of the Jews learned that he was there, they came, not only on account of Jesus but also to see Lazarus, whom he had raised from the dead. 10 So the chief priests planned to put Lazarus also to death, 11 because on account of him many of the Jews were going away and believing in Jesus.

Judas had a corrupted view of what is precious and valuable to God.

Mary gave God the best she could give.

There’s more wonderful theology to be mined from this wonderful story, and a lot of bad theology is taken from it by those who seem to take it as a license to show limited love and generosity toward the poor, not the unlimited love and generosity of Christ.

Jesus, after all, does say, “The poor you always have with you, but you do not always have me.”

But people in those days knew their Holy Book in its entirety. Christians today–not so much.

Jesus, who after all was a rabbi and knew what we Christians refer to as our “Old Testament,” was pointing back to a scripture from Deuteronomy 15:

“There will never cease to be poor people in the country. . . .
“And this is why I am giving you this command: always be open handed with your brother, and with anyone in your country who is in need and is poor!” (Dt 15, 11b).

Those who heard Jesus say that “the poor will be with you always” knew very well the inference from Deuteronomy.

Jewish law required that the community share its good with the needy.

Judas was not about “opening his hand to help the poor.”

Sadly, the corrupted Judases are always with us.

Thank God Christianity does, however, have its Marys as well.


REGARDING THE ILLUSTRATION OF THE GOOD SAMARITAN: What if we Christians and others of high-minded faith and morality were good Samaritans with every word we spoke? How different would this world, this country, our communities, even our homes be? Maybe our politicians and leaders would follow our lead.

Jesus said . . . .

“He who loses his life will gain it.”

Or, put in modern terms we might better grasp:

“He who loses his ego will have life.

Imagine if our political leaders and wannabe leaders, most of whom act and talk as if they’re in a heated competition to out-Christian one another, actually lived by the teaching and example of the Lord, starting with the surrender of their egos.

(I know–we can only imagine, but read one . . . )

Imagine if our leaders and polticians all worked together in a harmonious stream of good will, for the common good of all people, of all faiths and no faiths included.

Imagine if they debated and argued by choosing words that are constructive, uplifting and harmonious-more high-minded than even the civil language that bespeaks dignity.

As it is, we have leaders who speak and fuss like children engaged in tit-for-tat and so much gotcha.

Political debates now echo the language of snotty-nose kids: “Gotchoo last!!! Ninny-ninny-boo-boo!”

Imagine if their rhetoric and the language they used in describing the American people that they lead–each and every one of the citizens they lead regardless of race, creed, gender or economic status–was uplifting and hopeful–an never denigrating.

Imagine if we all–you and me both–walked and talked in such a way that every word we said, everything we did, was about surrendering the attitude of “I-Me-Mine,” about yielding the ego at every turn in order to build up with compassion and kindness and generosity of spirit.

Would the God of this supposedly Christian nation be pleased?

We get the leaders and politicians we deserve.

And if only we Christians could get our Christianity right…..

God only knows what a great nation we would be, because we would be a far better people.

Questions I’m going to try to ask myself today and from now on:

1. Are the words I choose in speaking and writing (and yes, here at this blawg) uplifting, constructive, sometimes tough-minded but never mean-spirited or destructive in any way?

2. Doesn’t God’s will for peace on earth, good will to all, begin with me? And with you?

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