You wait for a better world.
What's wrong with the one you have?
You wait for a liberator
To reproach your inner slave.
You wait to see the face of God,
It's staring you in the eyes.
You wait for a better future,
And you miss today's surprise.
The waiting is a problem,
To which you love to cling.
It's all about the power games,
And the delusions that they bring.
The messianic figure--
Long before you ever knew
Irrupted in creation
In the Spirit's vivid hue.
And the Spirit moves in freedom
Beyond the waiting and the now.
And the Spirit loves relating
When we don't control the "how."
Don't waste your time in waiting
For some God to intervene.
For God was never absent
From creation's epic scene.
~~Diarmuid O'Murchu
O'Murchu, Diarmuid. Catching Up with Jesus: A Gospel Story for Our Time. New York: The Crossroad Publishing Company, 2005. 94.
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Sunday, May 18, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
"Jesus of the People"
Due to my former priest's recommendation of the book Quantum Theology, I ordered another book by author Diarmuid O'Murchu entitled Catching Up With Jesus: A Gospel Story for Our Time, which arrived in the mail today. I am really liking what I've read in the first 1 1/2 chapters, and this may motivate me to start the book with the intimidating title, Quantum Theology.
Of course, I was intrigued with O'Murchu's words about a painting of Jesus:
"In her desire to reclaim a more foundational understanding of Jesus, the contemporary American artist Janet McKenzie portrays her Jesus of the People as a black androgynous person (see National Catholic Reporter, Dec. 24, 1999). Not only is this portrayal more congruent with the archetypal identity of Jesus, but it also honors the historical alliance of God in Jesus with our ancient ancestors as we evolved in eastern Africa over several million years." (18)
" Late in 1999 Janet McKenzie’s painting “Jesus of the People” was selected winner of the National Catholic Reporter’s competition for a new image of Jesus by judge, Sister Wendy Beckett, host of the PBS show “Sister Wendy’s Story of Painting”. In the words of Sister Wendy, “This is a haunting image of a peasant Jesus – dark, thick-lipped, looking out on us with ineffable dignity, with sadness but with confidence. Over His white robe He draws the darkness of our lack of love, holding it to Himself, prepared to transform all sorrows if we will let Him.” "
The rest of this article is here.
Of course, I was intrigued with O'Murchu's words about a painting of Jesus:
"In her desire to reclaim a more foundational understanding of Jesus, the contemporary American artist Janet McKenzie portrays her Jesus of the People as a black androgynous person (see National Catholic Reporter, Dec. 24, 1999). Not only is this portrayal more congruent with the archetypal identity of Jesus, but it also honors the historical alliance of God in Jesus with our ancient ancestors as we evolved in eastern Africa over several million years." (18)
" Late in 1999 Janet McKenzie’s painting “Jesus of the People” was selected winner of the National Catholic Reporter’s competition for a new image of Jesus by judge, Sister Wendy Beckett, host of the PBS show “Sister Wendy’s Story of Painting”. In the words of Sister Wendy, “This is a haunting image of a peasant Jesus – dark, thick-lipped, looking out on us with ineffable dignity, with sadness but with confidence. Over His white robe He draws the darkness of our lack of love, holding it to Himself, prepared to transform all sorrows if we will let Him.” "The rest of this article is here.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
A Telephone Call!
I was thrilled to have a phone call this morning from the Episcopal priest who baptized, confirmed, and married me in Bellingham, WA! Fr. Winn has been retired for 12 years, although I did not know that.
I've been thinking of writing to him for a long time and finally did this past week. I'd previously gotten his address by emailing the secretary at St. Paul's Episcopal Church in Bellingham.
With my return to the Episcopal Church and how much it means to me, I wanted to tell him of my life since 1971 and about the dramatic changes in my spiritual life since then. So I sent him a copy of the talk I gave last year at All Saints to the women of the church about My Faith Story, some of which is recorded on this blog.
It was wonderful to talk with him, and he read me a Rilke poem, which he promised to send me. He also suggested quantum theology books by Diarmuid O'Murchu to me.
Fr. Winn still introduced himself to me on the phone as "Father Winn," which is how I continue to think of him. He showed me how much a phone call means to someone, which is a big message for someone like me who rarely calls anyone. Also, I realize that following that nudge was the right thing in writing to him. I felt connected and cared about by his call and amazed that he would search to find my phone number and call me after 37 years!
I've been thinking of writing to him for a long time and finally did this past week. I'd previously gotten his address by emailing the secretary at St. Paul's Episcopal Church in Bellingham.
With my return to the Episcopal Church and how much it means to me, I wanted to tell him of my life since 1971 and about the dramatic changes in my spiritual life since then. So I sent him a copy of the talk I gave last year at All Saints to the women of the church about My Faith Story, some of which is recorded on this blog.
It was wonderful to talk with him, and he read me a Rilke poem, which he promised to send me. He also suggested quantum theology books by Diarmuid O'Murchu to me.
Fr. Winn still introduced himself to me on the phone as "Father Winn," which is how I continue to think of him. He showed me how much a phone call means to someone, which is a big message for someone like me who rarely calls anyone. Also, I realize that following that nudge was the right thing in writing to him. I felt connected and cared about by his call and amazed that he would search to find my phone number and call me after 37 years!
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