Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Oh Really, O’Reilly?

Oh Really, O’Reilly?

There is this commentator O’Reilly
An expert on all things entirely.
If you don’t think it so
Just let him know
How his thoughts not always regarded highly.

It was just the other day
When Christian forgiveness came into play
Felt he necessary to correct a viewer
That repentence, required from a wrongdoer,
Releases forgiveness held at bay.

Reconciliation, though, can start with either side
But one may be obstinate with personal pride.
So the process begins
Regardless of who sins,
The high road therein attempted and tried.

God is in this high road action
Where repentance gains traction
With the two persons aggrieved.
Repentance and forgiveness now agreed,
Meet full reconciliation, not a fraction.

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Rafael

Rafael

‘God has healed’ is Rafael,
But he seemed so far afield
When principles are held
As a protective shield.

Not meant here
To be a comparison,
But principle’s tier
Should learn from some.

The nine of Mother Emanuel
Lost life’s breath
Suddenly, not gradual
But instant death.

Then Mother Emanuel’s faithful
Shocked the nation;
A congregation not ungrateful
For the gift of reconciliation.

Though not of the same magnitude
Rafael’s bride was wronged
And her spouse went on to brood
In front of a mighty throng.

This principled angel earlier attracted
Evangelical hearts, their admiration
He extracted
His principles, though, his fixation.

Why did he persist with vengeance?
Why not cross that political isthmus
With spiritual transcendence
To heal with God’s forgiveness?

Rafael, O Rafael
You should have lived up to your name.
Your principles so dearly held,
Withholding Godly healing became shame.

Monday, July 18, 2016

White Man, Black Man, and the Cross (in Dallas)

William Wilson, a bishop, and Stephen Manyama, a transitional deacon, both ministers in the Anglican Diocese of the South of the Anglican Church in  North America, traveled from Birmingham, Alabama to Dallas, Texas after the deadly shootings of police. I reproduce an article here from +William's The Spiritual Well communication newsletter.

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Dear Friends,

SENT TO DALLAS
          
            On Friday, July 8th about 9:00 AM, I was driving to our poor congregation in East Lake, Family Worship Center. My purpose was to work with Pastor Stephen, on some liturgical matters. Stephen is a Tanzanian by birth. He and I have become very close friends during the last decade.

            While driving, I was filled with a '9/11' kind of shock and pain over the massacre that had taken place hours before in Dallas. Suddenly, I had a conviction. It arose within me without mental or emotional process. It was simple, clear, and absolute:  "Go with Stephen to Dallas. Carry a cross together in solidarity with the afflicted praying for racial peace and healing of wounds in Dallas and in the nation."

            Upon greeting Stephen, I told this to him. He immediately responded: "We must go!" We dropped everything and prepared to leave.  We had no material means to accomplish this.  I made one phone call to a family I love. The couple told me they were in sorrow all morning over the Dallas tragedy. They said, "We want you to go. This is of the Lord. We will supply whatever you need."

            We got the first flight available and arrived in Dallas at 10:00 am on Saturday.  We needed a truck to transport the 12 ft cross we intended to construct. There was no adequate pickup available at any of the rental offices at the DFW airport.  While we were trying to figure out our next move my cell phone rang.  It was a friend of mine from the 1970ies, George Getschow.  He heard from a mutual friend that I was to be in Dallas.  Immediately he told us: I will bring my pickup truck for you can use, adding that he wanted us to stay at his home the two nights we were in Dallas.  It felt as though the sea was parting to make a way for us. 

            We drove to the nearest Home Depot, bought boards, 2" by 6" and set to work constructing our 12 ft by 6 ft cross. Remarkably, the staff let us use all the tools we needed to complete our task.
            We drove to Dealey Plaza, as George had suggested. Once we parked, I felt a chill in my blood as I recognized the grassy knoll and the book warehouse...we were at the very location where President John F Kennedy was assassinated by another terrorist in 1963. We began praying for peace and healing right there and proceeded to carry the cross to the place where the officers were the five officers were murdered. The crime scene was a large cordoned off area of some six square blocks. We decided to walk the entire perimeter. As we marched, we stopped to pray with police officers.  Many, very many, people came up to us, some to thank or take pictures or even to pray with us. Some begged us to let them help carry the cross.  There was much emotion in many prayers. One man came up to us with this comment: "You have no idea how moving it us for us to see you, a black man and a white man carrying the cross together."

            Toward evening, tired but very happy, we drove to George's home where we were received with extraordinary hospitality.  That very night the police, already feeling under siege, had to lock down the police station because of a bomb threat.  Learning this, we decided that on the next day, Sunday, we would carry the cross to that police station. 

            We began our trek by carrying the cross around the entire police installation.  We ended at the front entrance to the police station. Hundreds of people were there milling around the make-ship memorial while individuals paid respects to a large group of police officers gathered near the door.  As we approached, all eyes turned to the sight of the cross being carried by a black man and a white man.  The police asked our what is our intention. "We are here because we love you. We have come only to pray with you, to pray for you, to be in solidarity with you at this time of tragedy."

            Spontaneously, the officers took our hands and formed a circle of prayer.  I suddenly spoke this unprepared word, "The Lord Jesus Christ declares from heaven: 'My black children, love my white children. My white children, love my black children. I was crucified for all of you equally. You are all one just as I and my Father are One."

            Pastor Stephen began praying with inspired intensity and with the gift of tears. All in that circle wept as Stephen prayed for comfort and healing for the fallen, their loved ones, and for Dallas and the nation.

            We laid our cross there at the memorial, knowing that we had now completed the work for which we had been sent to Dallas.


George Getschow, our host in Dallas, is a noted author and professor of journalism. After we left, he composed a beautiful expression of what our mission to Dallas meant to him. To see his short piece, click here..

+William Wilson 
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William Wilson's latest book is Pathways to Union with Jesus

Thursday, July 14, 2016

The Exodus Experience of the Other

Exodus

The Israelite experience in the wilderness
Was haunted by the likes of a skeptic.
In each traveler, there lived a villainous
Scandal of chaos, an annihilation epic.

In the wilderness they did not trust
The foundation for knowledge of the Other.
Even at brother and sister scandal brushed
Aside the Trust to be discovered.

God commanded a census
At the wilderness journey’s start
Even though Israel was contentious
Of any other their scandal might thwart.

The accounting imposed on each traveler
An acknowledgement of one another.
It was of a presence or absence character,
Something skeptics do not bother.

Only in the wilderness place
Skepticism undermines experience.
The census, though, gave ordered weights
To their trustworthy trip, not luxuriant.

The Israelite experience of 40 years,
Their return to ancient Egypt crushed.
That wilderness journey with all its tears
Was precisely a gesture of Trust.


This is a versed paraphrase taken from a paragraph in the book
Bewilderments: Reflections on the Book of Numbers
Avivah Gottlieb Zornberg
Schocken Books - Random House LLC
2015

Monday, July 11, 2016

Food Court

Food Court

Mall retailers open at ten.
Walkers earlier stepped here in their stride.
An aroma from Starbuck’s then
Attracts eight old men inside.

With their Cups of Joe
They gather at a rectangle table
In chairs set high ready to watch a show
Of incoming shoppers ready and able.

Not long do they watch.
They’d rather talk with each other.
At their ages there’s no time to botch
Or lose precious minutes with a brother.

The best of their day
Is having memory
While chatting the morning away,
Recalling past things held exemplary.

One good hour of conversation,
Sixty minutes of friendship to soak,
They end their daily libation
Parting with handshakes of the folk.

Sunday, July 10, 2016

Judicial Pendulum

Judicial Pendulum

As the pendulum is influenced by gravity,
So Anthony rode his swing.
As culture descended into depravity
To pop influence, not law, did he cling.

Ephemeral and lusty love his standard,
Not the family, nor created order.
To the libertine he then pandered,
Swinging over a 5,000 year border.

His swing, though, is not the issue,
It is his arrogance toward created grace;
An act that widened existing social fissure,
An act cosmically out of place.

This judicial interpretation
Created positive law.
Of the natural it was an abjuration
Of the Holy One we hold in awe.

A mere mortal of the court
Transformed the meaning of life.
With debasement of the sacred did he cavort,
Cutting divine attachment with his judicial knife.


Saturday, July 9, 2016

James and John

James and John

The Holy Apostles James and John,
Ambassadors of the Most Holy One,
Jesus’ message they carried on
For souls to be won.

James to believers, he saith
“No partiality should you show
To sisters and brothers in the faith,”
God’s law in love you should already know.

But if you show partiality,
A sin is what you commit in disgust
At your poorer brother’s reality.
So saith James the Just.

“The beloved” was how John was known
By his Savior and his Lord.
In long life John had grown
To understand Caesar’s sword.

In John’s apocalypse
He exposed the harlot and beast.
Oppression and exploitation were Rome’s scripts,
From her own people it stole and fleeced.

John clearly saw the future
And warned of Rome’s heavy hand.
Government’s grip on mankind would soon suture
That oppressive attachment through God’s command.

John has opened our eyes
To existential civil threats from within,
Exposing the beast’s promises in guise
So that we avoid the harlot’s din.

Now we see in our own day,
Secular Apostles James and John,
Each in their own personal way
Consider the people a pawn.

James the Director overstepped his charge
Rendering a final decision.
He missed the mark by and large,
With the people he had a collision.

John the Justice was placed in a position
Of being the judicial tipping point
For or against a leader with a mission.
An emperor did the Chief anoint.

The author of Revelation
Through God’s angel did receive
A full understanding of any nation
Whose government when corrupt deceives.