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From a United Methodist bishop.

From a United Methodist bishop.

This is from Chaplain Mike at a heavy-duty theology site I like called Internet Monk:

    “Just as Jesus’ ministry was small and obscure, localized in a way that few appreciated it, even so people today who become new in him by grace through faith begin gathering sparks little by little, finding the lost here and there, comforting that lonely one, protecting the weak who are off the radar, and advocating for those hungering and thirsting for justice, whose voices are rarely heard.”

Indeed, it’s the obscure ministers and lay Christians in local places–people who quietly but steadfastly witness to the power of God’s healing love, power and grace–who make this world a better place every day by advancing the kingdom of God.

They aren’t the kind of ministers who pray in public in booming voices that attract TV viewers by the millions.

They are common folks who don’t have time to follow and promote self-aggrandizing politicians who wear religion on their sleeves to make political points.

They are the Christians in the local communities whose faces shine, people who bear all the fruits of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, faithfulness and self-control.

They’re the Christians who, rather than complain about kids today, are busy mentoring troubled kids.

They’re the Christians who, rather than rail against abortion and nastily denounce pro-choice people as “killers,” are busy with foster children or raising kids they’ve adopted, or working with single parents to show them what self-responsibility is about.

You get the picture. You know the kind of Christians I’m talking about because you have them in your towns and neighborhoods and local.

They’re busy building up people rather than tearing people down.

They’re the salt of the earth.

They’re the smallest but the greatest.

They show all of us how this Christian thing was meant to work.

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A partial look at the chapters in my book, The View from Down in Poordom: Reflecitons on Scriptures Addressing Poverty.

A partial look at the chapters in my book, The View from Down in Poordom: Reflections on Scriptures Addressing Poverty.

Thanks to the generosity of GoFundMe donors, I raised the $1,600 I sought to salvage the manuscript of a book I’ve written, The View from Down in Poordom: Reflections on Scriptures Addressing Poverty. It has two sections, one on material poverty and the other on spiritual poverty.

I’ve contracted with one of the best of the Christian self-publishing companies out there, WestBow, to publish and market the book in print and online editions. At the rate the new editing process and some slight revising on it is going, the book will be on the market by early to mid-January (but quite possibly December).

If you’re one of the new subscribers to this blog you can find details about the book, and how it was days short of being published before another publishing company went belly up, at this link: https://www.gofundme.com/gofund-me-2p7pu4c?ssid=778985831&pos=1

Donations are still welcome at the GoFundMe site, by the way, to defray the $400 I ponied up out of my limited personal budget–I live a simple, heavily downsized life with few frills–to sign on with WestBow.

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As readers will recall, I was let down and disappointed when publication of this book I’d put so much thought and work into fell through. Because it contains some timely topics about poverty (“Poordom” as I call it) and the struggles people stuck in Poordom deal with daily, I decided to go for it through the WestBow publishing alternative.

But because self-publishing companies require hefty fees for their editing, printing and marketing services, the $2,000 out-of-pocket cost to me was out of my reach.

So, again, I can’t give thanks enough to every donor who’s enabled me to pump new life into this publishing venture.

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And here’s the proverbial silver lining in this. I thin–or I like to think–the revived manuscript of “The View from Poordom” is much improved since I’ve had some time to go back and tweak it. Also, as good as my editor was at the publishing company that went out of business, I have good, new editors to give it a fresh read and offer suggestions.

Not only that, a retired clergy friend, who is a talented pen-and-ink artist, is providing 10 illustrations that will “dress up” the book. Photos or illustrations naturally enhance the readability and market value of any book.

So what was a couple a months ago a big disappointment and rejection has turned out to be a blessing from on-high in disguise.

Thanks be to God and thanks for a little help from my friends and readers.

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Interesting that today’s gospel scripture in the Lectionary is about the puffed-up, righteous guy who thanks God he’s not like THOSE people, the REAL sinners.13620294_10154327674218607_1537746407940499995_n

The Apostle John reminded us that “if we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves.”

I don’t claim to be without sin and I confess often of my sins, but of course I tend to go right back to the same old sin ruts, judging others by measures of the sort I would not want to be judged.

We can’t help but judge others and that’s not bad in and of itself. But matters of judging and justice are tightropes–it’s easy to lose our balance and fall into moral superiority. See here.)

We’re all guilty of thinking we’re morally superior to some other person or group of people. As guilty as I’ve been this week–in this intense political climate–of deeming other people as unrighteous without seeing the log in my own eye– I needed to reflect on this long and hard this morning:

    Luke 18:9-14
    [Jesus] also told this parable to some who trusted in themselves that they were righteous and regarded others with contempt:

    “Two men went up to the temple to pray, one a Pharisee and the other a tax collector.

    The Pharisee, standing by himself, was praying thus, ‘God, I thank you that I am not like other people: thieves, rogues, adulterers, or even like this tax collector.

    I fast twice a week; I give a tenth of all my income.’

    But the tax collector, standing far off, would not even look up to heaven, but was beating his breast and saying, ‘God, be merciful to me, a sinner!’

    I tell you, this man went down to his home justified rather than the other; for all who exalt themselves will be humbled, but all who humble themselves will be exalted.”

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I’m blessed to live in a part of Belize that is home to some of the most fascinating species of animals in the world.

Creatures like the Basilisk lizard (Basiliscus vitiates).

It’s more commonly known as “the Jesus Christ Lizard.”

It’s called that because it can walk– actually run–across water without sinking.

I’ve seen a Jesus Christ Lizard or two but not seen one run on water.

Actually it was more like a glimpse. It’s not as if I were out looking to spot one, even though I knew they are quite common in the part of Chaa Creek Reserve where I was exploring with my binocs one day.

But I saw one so unexpectedly that I was caught off guard by it–and then another, or maybe the same one. And, unfortunately, it (or they) didn’t run across the water for me. They just sort of slinked away without going in the water at all.

Of course, in the times I’ve tried to find one again, I’ve never even seen one.

Isn’t that how life goes–the most wondrous moments happen when we aren’t striving after wondrous moments.

My life will be complete if and when I ever see a Jesus Christ Lizard run across the water. But I’ll go looking for butterflies and not the lizards.

See more here.

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Photo by world-renowned photographer Tony Rath of the coastal city Dangriga, Belize.

Photo by world-renowned photographer Tony Rath of the little coastal city Dangriga, Belize.

Here’s a few thoughts, pix, memes, poems and such concerning God’s natural world for your consideration, starting with this wonderful word about the four seasons from Wumen Huikai, a 12th century Zen master:

    Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn,
    a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter.
    If your mind isn’t clouded by unnecessary things,
    this is the best season of your life.

That’s the kind of stuff that makes me go “Wow!” in such a way I want to get outdoors and never go back indoors again.

And now for a poem–“Thirst”–from that great God-loving child of nature and poet Mary Oliver:

    Another morning and I wake with thirst
    for the goodness I do not have. I walk
    out to the pond and all the way God has
    given us such beautiful lessons. Oh Lord,
    I was never a quick scholar but sulked
    and hunched over my books past the hour
    and the bell; grant me, in your mercy,
    a little more time. Love for the earth
    and love for you are having such a long
    conversation in my heart. Who knows what
    will finally happen or where I will be sent,
    yet already I have given a great many things
    away, expecting to be told to pack nothing,
    except the prayers which, with this thirst,
    I am slowly learning.

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Cast netting at sunrise in Dangriga, Belize, home of photographer Tony Rath.

Cast netting at sunrise in Dangriga, Belize, home of photographer Tony Rath.

Enlightenment comes from looking at the wilderness, the creation, with eyes of awe. It is a change in perspective. Wilderness is not an enemy to be conquered, but a gift to be loved.
— George Grinnell, “A Death on the Barrens”

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Tony Rath photo, Ceibo Chico River in the #Chiquibul Forest, Belize

Tony Rath photo, Ceibo Chico River in the #Chiquibul Forest, Belize

    “What does it feel like to be alive?

    “Living, you stand under a waterfall. You leave the sleeping shore deliberately; you shed your dusty clothes, pick your barefoot way over the high, slippery rocks, hold your breath, choose your footing, and step into the waterfall. The hard water pelts your skull, bangs in bits on your shoulders and arms. The strong water dashes down beside you and you feel it along your calves and thighs rising roughly backup, up to the roiling surface, full of bubbles that slide up your skin or break on you at full speed. Can you breathe here? Here where the force is the greatest and only the strength of your neck holds the river out of your face. Yes, you can breathe even here. You could learn to live like this. And you can, if you concentrate, even look out at the peaceful far bank where you try to raise your arms. What a racket in your ears, what a scattershot pummeling!
    It is time pounding at you, time. Knowing you are alive is watching on every side your generation’s short time falling away as fast as rivers drop through air, and feeling it hit.”

    ― Annie Dillard, An American Childhood

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In my storehouse file of old articles, essays, interviews with interesting people I came across this gem of a quote about birds from a “Parabola” interview with Peter Kinsley:

Superb Fairy Wrens (photo by Scott Contini at "Poor Man's Guide to Bird Photography" online site.

Superb Fairy Wrens (photo by Scott Contini at “Poor Man’s Guide to Bird Photography” online site).

    “The famous mystic Rudolph Steiner has said that for the agricultural process to happen, for seeds and plants, and trees to grow, birdsong is absolutely essential. This is a beautiful truth that very few people know.

    But we also need to take what he said one stage further, because birds call and sing not only to quicken plants: they also call to awaken the human seed that we are. They are actually singing for our sake as well.

    “If we can start to listen to them, really listen, they will draw us into this greater consciousness I have been talking about. They will be our teachers, because nature is able to point us to our inner nature. …

    “We are called to be there. When we can listen to what the birds have to say, to what nature has to say, and when we perceive the beauty of nature, then we are completing the circle and returning this physical world to its source through our own consciousness.”

    — Peter Kingsley, an excerpt from our interview with him entitled “Common Sense,” Parabola, Spring 2006: ‘Coming To Our Senses.”

Self-help advice from a tree.

Self-help advice from a tree.

Until next time, happy trails.

Until next time, happy trails.

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I never get tired of listening to Marvin Gaye’s hauntingly gorgeous, melodic, jazzy, bluesy, poetic, symphonic gut-wrenchingly painful, provocative, and oh-so-socially-conscious protest album “What’s Goin’ On?”.

It’s just as fresh and relevant as it was in the Vietnam War-Civil Rights era when it became an instant classic and a social commentary that people–especially we restless, rebellious young baby boomers of all colors and creeds–were singing along to, dissecting, digesting, discussing, arguing over and enjoying so much they were turning up its solo hits on the radio about 15 times a day.

“You know we’ve got to find a way

to bring some understanding here today.”

“Make me wanna holluh, the way they do my life,

“Make me wanna holluh, throw up both my hands.”

“There’s only three things, for sure,

“Money, death and trouble.

“This I know, baby, this I know …

I come apart, baby.”

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Same for sexual harassment victims.

Same for sexual harassment victims.

The old Star Trek star and political activist nails it.

So did a friend of mine in Dallas who posted this on Facebook:

“The Republican candidate got one thing right. He now says ‘a global power structure’ is out to stop him. True. It’s called WOMEN.”

Well done, Karen.

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Oh, what did you meet my blue-eyed son ?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded in hatred
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

— From Hard Rain

Nobody saw that coming.

His Greatness Mr. Dylan won the 2016 Nobel Prize in literature “for having created new poetic expressions within the great American song tradition.”

Dylan the poet/singer/entertainer: AP photo:

Dylan the poet/singer/entertainer: AP photo:

It’s richly deserved for his literary poetry in the form of a Psalm-like lament and call for justice like this:

    Yes, how many times must a man look up
    Before he can see the sky ?
    Yes, how many ears must one man have
    Before he can hear people cry ?
    Yes, how many deaths will it take till he knows
    That too many people have died ?
    The answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind
    The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

Read the reactions here.

Check out some great photos here.

Check out his Web site here.

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File this story under “wonders never cease.”

Fox News stars and legal beagles Megyn Kelly and Judge Andrew Napolitano had an on-air chat about Bill Clinton’s unseemly past and Clinton’s accusers.

Said Kelly (who of course has no love for Donald Trump because of his relentless attacks on her, and who seems increasingly to me to be biased in favor of Hillary):

    “The Paula Jones settlement sounds to me like a nuisance value settlement. Most of the settlement was legal fees and Clinton did not pay any of it himself. That’s what you do to get rid of these matters when you’re somebody like the president of the United States.”

What’s more astounding about it is the Judge’s even more emphatic defense of both Hill and Bill:

    “I gotta tell you, I don’t think Hillary is at fault in this case, in any of these cases,” Napolitano said.

    “I’m gonna fall out of my chair, because the judge is defending Hillary Clinton,” Kelly cut in, laughing.

    “Listen, we’re not talking about emails here,” he said quickly.

    “We’re talking about a wife standing by her husband when claims are made against the husband as to which the proof is, as you say, lacking: claims that were late, claims that lacked credibility, claims that were partially true, claims that were eventually retracted and then reinstated.

    “What woman wouldn’t stand by her husband in that circumstance?”

As this report about the conversation says, “luckily for Trump and [his campaign manager Kellyanne Conway], not too many Clinton-leaning voters were probably watching Fox News on Tuesday night when Megyn Kelly and conservative senior judicial analyst Judge Andrew Napolitano destroyed their argument.

That’s the kind of story that makes you go “Wow!” for being genuinely fair and balanced at a network that may as well be called The Anti-Clintons, Pro Trump Network.”

The pubic mood.

The pubic mood.

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Icky and creepy.

Watching that spectacle of a presidential debate, I felt like I was watching a creep show.

I mean, the whole thing felt creepy from the moment we saw the famous sexual predator Bill Clinton’s accusers from 30-odd years ago gazing down on him from the bleachers like some kind of creepy Trump Pep Squad.

I can understand how those women are so unforgiving of the Clintons, but I can’t fathom how they can be so forgiving of a sexual predator like Trump as to campaign for him.

And if you believe Trump when he denies he ever laid a Tic Tac kiss on a woman against her will(Tic Tac, patty whack, give the rabid dog a bone)–if you believe he never’s groped women uh, down there–I got some swamp-front land in Belize I’ll sell you.

A lot of women and men came out on the record, as well as off of it, for an article accusing Trump of his sexual aggression on the set of “The Apprentice” a few days before the infamous tape of his “locker room” banter with disgusting (and career-doomed) Billy Bush came out.

Trump vilified those accusers in his typical crushing fashion, but the Billy Boy tape ended up pretty much vindicating them.

(You can read that damning Associated Press article in all its icky glory here.)

And we now know that tapes exist in “The Apprentice” archives that the producer of the show says would blow Trump’s denials out of the tub. Trump “surrogates” are hoping and praying those tapes stay in the vault.

But no one should be surprised if more sex-related tapes emerge. The flood gates for sliming are now wide open.

The raging bull was in quieter stalking mode last night.

The raging bull was in quieter stalking mode last night, creeping up behind Hillary Clinton like a red wolf.

By the way, if you don’t think that Donald Trump was making disgusting “locker room talk” about Monica Lewinsky when that whole storm hit the fan all those years ago, I don’t know what to tell you. He was making porno movie appearances and bragging about his affairs in those days–but yeah, yeah: Bill and Hillary are far worse.

And he and Bill were friends in those days. Don’t forget: Trump was friends with the Clintons a matter of a few years ago.

Now–now that he’s a righteous, right-thinking, morally superior conservative Republican–he’s utterly disgusted by his old friends.

It’s just mind spinning.

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Look, I’ve made no secret here or on Facebook that I’m an “anybody but Trump” guy, which, by the way, puts me in company with many, many conservative Republican leaders and former leaders.

If I had my druthers, I’d druther have seen Ohio Gov. John Kasich win the Republican nomination–and I would have been plenty open to voting for him.

But of course, Trump and Company slimed the very decent and immensely qualified Kasich, who’s had the decency and political courage to stand up to Trump and his political mobsters.

Kasich’s stock has only gone up in my book.

But my only alternative to Trump is Hillary Clinton, who, contrary to Trump’s typically childish and pandering accusation that she’s “the devil,” she’s not.

(She’s no Abraham Lincoln either: Saturday Night Live and Colbert are going to have fun with that ludicrous defense of why she’s two-faced!)

For all their sins–for all they’ve done and said over the years that only a blind loyalist could defend or justify–the Clintons have done a lot of good for a lot of people in this world, and will.

For all the issues I have with them–for all the disgust I harbor about them (again, the Lincoln thing made me laugh out loud)–I can find a lot of their basic positions I can agree with.

What’s more, I can actually find much to admire about them. I can’t even find much to admire about his business acumen, or lack of it. (I know, I know, Hillary was never in business and never created a business job for anybody–nor did Reagan, or speaking of would-be dictators, Nixon, or Kennedy, or Eisenhower or most Presidents.)

Nobody in the last year and a half has accused Trump, who I’ve maintained for a long time is plain sick (and conservative pundit and psychiatrist Charles Krauthammer has said as much), of doing anybody in this world much good except Donald Trump and family.

I find nothing–nada–zilch–admirable about a raging bull whose stock-in-trade is demeaning and dominating anyone who does not flatter him.

He’s high on Russia’s leading mobster because that mobster has so lavishly flattered him.

Two peas in a pod, those boys.

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I’ve already mailed in my overseas ballot for Clinton because Donald Trump scares the bejeezus out of me when he talks like a third-world dictator about ordering his attorney general to appoint a special prosecutor to put Hillary in jail.

Even in Soviet Russia they used to give opponents “show trials” before they offed them.

So much for a fair and impartial investigation and constitutional rights and all that stuff that is basic to American democracy. He thinks he can lock up anybody he hates–and the list of people he hates includes a lot of decent, conservative Republicans.

His Evangelical “surrogates” (apologists) worry that Hillary will wipe out their religious rights.

Of course, in their minds, Hillary is entitled to no constitutional rights. “Checks and balances” be damned.

Check you later, Jitterbuggers.

I must repair to the bathroom for another scrubbing.

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