I Grieve for my church with Joy,
We strive to make life safer, easier,
better. In our drive to avoid pain &
suffering we often miss something don’t we?
Our drive can lead to great science, invention inspiration and industry. Our pain can lead us to revenge/retribution, violence,
destruction & war. Like our
brothers & sisters in the creature world we are hard wired for flight or
fight. Healthy fear warns us of danger,
enables us to protect ourselves gives us time to flee. Healthy anger makes us strong, gives us
courage and fortitude. Anger & Fear
gone wrong is everything that destroys ourselves, each other, and the environment
we live.
So today I grieve. I sit with a pain that is not my own, and
that is. I weep tears of sadness, loss
and longing. I see but through the fog,
how free will, the ability to choose has lead to our very destruction. Who is the I - the us? Today I grieve for our church’s in whatever
form they take – but in particular institutionalized bodies that call
themselves Christian. We forget the
stories. We forget the history. We loose sight of the truth – the whole truth
– not our particular version of the truth.
We react to our fear & anger that turns ugly on our person, on each
other on the world. We take a little bit
of knowledge, immature emotions and turn it into fact, morality, law and to
prove our points we beat the crap out of each other with judgment, rejection
and condemnation. An example is how we
take the writings we call Holy or Sacred, and we pull out of context a character,
idea, behavior and we use it to prove “our” own points, projecting our fear
& anger outward judging ourselves & each other, condemning.
In the beginning was “I AM.” Not man, not creature, not element, not male
or female, not religion, not nation. Can
I prove it? No I can’t. Can it be proven otherwise? No it can’t be. Even science, what we claim as empirical evidence
is based on certain assumptions & principles, all of which in and of
themselves cannot be “proven.” Do I need
to prove it – sometimes it feels like it – but every time I try to defend my
religion – if I am being rigorously honest with myself – I am responding in
fear creating barriers, putting up walls between me and the other – all out of
fear losing something I value. The story
continues – out of nothing everything was created, out of the primordial ooze
life breaths and I AM said it is good.
Then enters choice &
will. What is becomes what could
be. Enter temptation and knowledge. Innocence is lost. Curse & Blessing come to play and we
begin to count. Who’s in, who’s out? What is mine, what is yours? We measure, compare, judge and condemn. Death comes in many forms. And a pattern emerges and repeats. We rise, corrupt, destroy, fall and
rise. Take the stories, Noah called to pilot
a rescue boat to save a handful along with the creatures. Abraham promised a
legacy which becomes tainted not in the who’s of who’s – but in his will to
create that which was already promised. Moses,
taken out of slavery to free slaves only to be denied the promised land due to
his will. David, called from shepherd boy to King to coveting
a woman not his own. A nation a people
lifted out of slavery to rule, only to fall again and again and finally to be
scattered.
And the pattern repeats, the
Rise & Fall of Rome. Nations are
formed, rise and fall. Continents divided. State lines mapped. Lines are drawn, we -they, us – them, mine -
yours. Jews - gentiles, christians - pagans,
muslims - infedels, evangelicals – mainline, fundamentalist - progressive. Walls are built for comfort, peace of mind,
safely. They divide and speak to who’s
in and who’s out, who belongs who does not.
And we count, we tally the sins, the costs, the blessings the curses –
we count, worry, fear, project, judge and build adding brick upon brick to the
walls of division. Temples and glorious
houses of worship are built, torn down and built again.
The more is see the more I long
to be blind again. I am overwhelmed by
the enormity of the connections that have lead to our fall. I feel the burden of responsibility for my
part in the unfolding drama. I weep for
the illness within that causes us to hurt ourselves, each other and creation. I weep for the pain we cause each other by
our inability to accept & embrace ourselves and each other as we are – as we
were created – as I AM made it – “it is Good.”
I weep for the needless divisions we create out of our fear &
anger. I weep for the loss of the innocent. I weep for the counting we do as we add to
the cost or think we can save our buildings & social clubs by getting asses
in pew with money for our dwindling treasuries.
I weep for those who are left in the cold, alone and abandoned by our
failure to give freely the love we have been freely given. I weep for the price WE have attached to the unconditional
love & acceptance of I AM. I weep
for the destruction we cause to body, land, creature, earth and now even as we
reach beyond to the stars. We leave in
our wake destruction, want and waist. I
watch and I wait and I weep.