Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again.—Paul Simon, The Sound of Silence We eat light. No, really we do. A seedling strains against the ground, pushing, pushing, until its little head pokes through. At that moment, a remarkable thing happens: the tiny plant takes its first breath. It starts with … Continue reading Darkness-A Meditation for Lent, Day 24
She is often blindfolded, holding a sword with her right hand and a set of scales with her left. She is an ancient, from worlds long ago, when Gods came down to live among humans. She is Lady Justice, and her images adorn courthouses and legislative buildings across the world. The blindfolds mean that she … Continue reading Justice-A Meditation for Lent, Day 23
You know I'm yours for just the taking I would gladly surrender myself to you, body and soul.—Body and Soul, lyrics by Edward Heyman, Robert Sour and Frank Eyton, music by Johnny Green It was her last record before she joined the 27 Club: that impossibly tragic group of talented young musicians who managed to … Continue reading Body and Soul-A Meditation for Lent, Day 22
I took the dogs out for a walk below silver clouds swirling, wind lifting the skirts of the trees. Thunder. We turned the corner. The first drop hit my the tip of my nose, my glasses suddenly more blurry than they usually are on cataract softened eyes. I walked with my tongue out, hoping to … Continue reading Chance of Rain Tonight-A Meditation for Lent, Day 21
I’m a preacher. Go ahead and laugh. It’s kind of like saying, "I’m a traveling medicine man, or a whirling dervish or a Swedish dragon-fighter." Those are jobs nobody has anymore, but it’s not because people don’t need the newest patent medicine, or don’t want to dance like a dust-devil on the desert floor, or even because all the dragons are dead. It’s just that no one believes the stories anymore.
Thirty spokes are joined in the wheel's hub. The hole in the middle makes it useful. Mold clay into a bowl. The empty space makes it useful. Cut out doors and windows for the house. The holes make it useful. Therefore, the value comes from what is there, But the use comes from what is … Continue reading Mostly Nothing-A Meditation for Lent, Day 18
We are called to extend kindness and hospitality to everyone we meet, and especially to those who are strangers in a strange land. That’s because each of us, at some time, will be a stranger, emerging if only from an inner journey, to find ourselves hungry, thirsty and cold in spirit.
Blessed are you who are poor, for yours is the kingdom of God.—Luke 6:20 We must talk about poverty, because people insulated by their own comfort lose sight of it.― Dorothy Day Attachment is the root of all suffering.—Guatama Buddha. I am a member of the Global One Percent. I bet you are too. According … Continue reading Wealth and Poverty-A Meditation for Lent Day 16
“I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s just that I keep hearing on the news where they are going to take away my insurance. I’m on the kidney transplant list and when they do that, I’m going to die. I don’t have any way to pay thousands of dollars for a new kidney. Why do they want to take away my insurance?”
Homeless people have it easy: they get free meals, free clothes, free medical care at the Free Clinic, a free ride. We have to pay, through the nose, for all those things. Sure, they live under bridges, or crowded like stacked firewood in shelters, or under dirty blankets behind the Dumpster. But life is a choice, and they choose to live like this. At least that’s the prevailing narrative.