Saturday, January 30, 2016
Friday, January 29, 2016
Last week, I found in the lectionary (and I shared) the story of Jesus reading from scripture in his home synagogue. Our reading ended his reading as a cliff hanger - "These words are about me." Boy, O boy, is he going to be in for it! What chutzpa!
But like all good stories, timing, pace, and surprise are all critical. This week's lectionary reading repeats the climax from last week, and then follows it up with an unexpected reaction; they all were impressed by him! The Bible tells us that they were impressed because of (or even in spite of?) the fact that he was a local - Joseph's boy. Suddenly, Jesus goes on the attack. Why? They were complimenting him!
"I know what you're going to say next: 'doctor, heal yourself'; and 'show us some of the tricks that you've done elsewhere.'" Did Luke leave something out of his narration? Was Jesus testy that day and putting words into their mouths? What am I missing? Right after the elders in his hometown synagogue accept him, he tells them that no prophet is ever accepted in his hometown?
Then he pokes the bear: "People in our country were once suffering greatly during a great drought, but it was just to a poor alien/immigrant that God sent help through Elijah. Once upon a time, lepers roamed the land like zombies, but God used Elisha to heal only a foreigner."
This preaching on inclusion and non-national-exceptionalism
filled them with sudden rage. It was such a blind extremist hate that they tried to throw him off the cliff!
Why are we often at our worst when we are asked to treat others well?
(from Luke 4)
Labels: aliens, Bible, Christ, Christianity, exceptionalism, extremists, hate, immigration, Jesus, kindness, lectionary, Luke, Luke 4, scripture
Thursday, January 28, 2016
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
"Love is blind" many poets say,
But blind-love is like blind-faith -
It is a lust, a hormonal reaction.
A love that's not based on truth,
Is a shallow misplaced fantasy.
Love's all-seeing and all-knowing.
It's a removal of dark sunglasses,
A shedding of light upon darkness.
It accepts and embraces real life -
Overcoming frailties and failures.
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Labels: blog, cold, Illinois, monochrome, nature, nature photography, outdoors, photography, photography blog, photography by Tiwago, snow, tiwago, winter
Monday, January 25, 2016
hard winter ground,
dry old gray bones,
cracked and brittle,
waiting for the call,
of old man ezekiel
(photography by tiwago)
Labels: nature, nature photography, nature poem, nature poetry, photography by Tiwago, poem, poetry, poetry by Tiwago, tiwago, winter
Sunday, January 24, 2016
Labels: abstract, art, cold, ice, Illinois, nature, nature's art, patterns, photography by Tiwago, prairie, texture, tiwago, weather, winter
Friday, January 22, 2016
Ruach-filled, a Rabbi with soulful eyes,
Returned to the farmlands of his youth;
Word of the Word spread, fast and wide.
He entered into all of their Synagogues,
In a different one on each Sabbath day,
Until at long last he reached his home -
Sitting as a grown-up with the old men,
Standing as an Elder before them all,
Reading Scripture as a Learned-One:
"The most Holy Ghost fills me full up -
Appointing me, and yes, anointing me:
To share Good-Tidings with the Poor;
To announce freedom for the Slaves;
To give vision to the hopelessly blind;
To lift up legions of the beaten-down;
To proclaim the Jubilee of Lord God!"
One hand released the dry old scroll,
And they watched it roll itself back up,
Calmly he gave it to the Scroll-Keeper,
Down he sat again in the thick silence,
Every sharp eye was locked upon him;
So the Teacher began to teach them:
"Today the Word spoke among you..."
(from Luke 4)
Labels: Jesus, lectionary, Luke, poem, poetry, poetry by Tiwago, reading, scripture, Spirit, spiritual poetry, story, tiwago, Word
Thursday, January 21, 2016
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
thirteen swift black cats /
weaving their weave 'bout my feet ||
friday the thirteenth
Monday, January 18, 2016
Drawn by swift currents;
Tossed about by waves;
Afloat in a teeming ocean
That people call Society -
Bewildering actions, and
Dark mysterious inactions;
Names elude my frail grasp;
Memories sink down below.
I am overwhelmed by life.
I can not breathe in or out.
I forgot we once had gills.
Saturday, January 16, 2016
Friday, January 15, 2016
The big event in the village that day was the wedding. After months of scrimping and days of primping, the family laid out a welcoming feast for their guests. Mary came from Nazareth to celebrate with the couple their new life together. She brought her son as her date, and he brought his wild friends - who doesn't like a good party?
In fact, so many people came that the family ran out of wine before the party wrapped up - what a disaster! People would think that they were poor, that they couldn't plan, that they were cheap, or worse of all, that they were not generous and hospitable hosts! It would be an evil omen - the first event of their marriage was a disaster. As a mother, Mary understood these things.
She leaned over to her son: "They've run out of wine."
"What can I do Mom? This isn't the time for me to be showing off."
His mother answered him by turning to the server behind her: "Follow my boy's instructions, and it will all turn out OK."
Jesus saw the massive stone jars of sacred water set aside for ritual purification - 180 gallons. "Top the jars up," he told the server. After all, who can argue with a Jewish mother?
When this was done, Jesus directed the server to draw some of it for the event's head wine-steward to sample. His eyes lit up! He shouted across the room to the bridegroom: "Everyone else would have served the better wines at the beginning, and then the cheap swill after everyone was drunk. But you, you followed the good wine with exquisite wine! I toast you and your family for your outrageous hospitality. Blessings upon blessings to your union!"
And so, a family became famous and beloved in their hometown, and Jesus' real nature was revealed to a lone unknown and unnamed server at a raucous party.
Labels: Cana, drunks, generosity, glory, Jesus, Mary, party, sign, tiwago, water into wine, wedding, wine
Thursday, January 14, 2016
Labels: black and white, desert, monochrome, nature, nature photography, photography by Tiwago, tiwago
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
MEDITATION ON STILLNESS
a winter hush falls /
fresh snow sanctifies bent boughs ||
prayers rising from roots
(photography by tiwago)
Labels: haiku, nature, nature photography, nature poetry, photography by Tiwago, poem, poetry, poetry by Tiwago, prayer, tiwago, winter
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
Labels: black and white, leaves, light, monochrome, nature, nature photography, photography, photography by Tiwago, tiwago
Monday, January 11, 2016
A broken old man,
Sat alone with his,
Old ugly thoughts:
His black ugly soul,
Eclipsing the light -
A last drear winter.
Yet, the sun rises again.
There is still God above;
And an abiding spouse;
And a good strong son;
And two grandchildren,
Full of grace and of joy.
Birds sing their hymns -
Old man with half smile.
Saturday, January 9, 2016
Friday, January 8, 2016
black shadow, racing /
across the wave-tossed prairie ||
Labels: death, haiku, life, life and death, motion, nature poem, nature poetry, ominous, poem, poetry, poetry by Tiwago, portent, time, tiwago
Thursday, January 7, 2016
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Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Fluid of genesis;
Air, breath of life,
Breathe into life;
Soil, from decay,
Fire, making way,
(photography by tiwago)
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
Labels: celebration, flora, floral, floral photography, flowers, nature, nature photography, photography by Tiwago, tiwago
Monday, January 4, 2016
this year, I missed it /
the loud flight of sandhill cranes ||
summer, flying south
Labels: cranes, haiku, nature, nature poem, nature poetry, poem, poetry, poetry by Tiwago, seasons, tiwago
Saturday, January 2, 2016
Friday, January 1, 2016
Yea, tho I,
Travel dim gray paths:
Upon fractured scree;
Between brooding cliffs;
Beneath bloated skies -
I'll fear not,
To follow his footsteps:
Toward verdant green grace;
To flowers the color of mercy;
Into cool and soothing creeks.
Labels: comfort, God, poem, poetry, poetry by Tiwago, poets, psalm, Psalm 23, spiritual poetry, tiwago